The Weaver of Truths

A towing whispering and tricky construct town Elyria was. Lures of this kind of melodramatic fraud, as damaging as magic, were spreading everywhere around. Entrepreneurs piled up stuff that had nothing to do with realities, orators constructed speeches which were lying, and even a warm welcome was delivered with a somebody's secret assignment. And in this world truth is a thing which has been forgotten. It is like a ghost which was forgotten long ago and now left only as a refrain of a forgotten poem in the corners of libraries.

Finn was a 12 years old whose real name was Kevin who probably lived twelve or fifteen years on the unbending streets of Elyria. That’s all he has ever known – cheating the others and being cheated by other in turn. In tatters and his stomach growling like a grump also bear, he mastered how to invent imaginary creatures so woven, so crafted, that even the most highly skilled liar will not be able to spot a flaw. It was not because of self-defense that he was holding it close to his chest, but as a revolver against the metropolitan area of untruthful darlings.

It was a day when Finn was looking for a shortcut in the Whispering Bazaar’s side streets while travelling. Only then he discovered the old clocktower that had been forgotten under the tower. Its vertical face collapsed after the vines degrading it, and the disquieting silence hovered in emptiness. This curiosity was stronger than his usual care and to such a degree that a desire to learn more than his usual vigilance appeared. He opened the door, its hinge clicking like a shuttered clock as the souring eau of mold and forgotten times flooded into his nose.

With the low light and the arched roof filled with a pile of rusty debris a man seemed to be replaced with a broken engine of a large machine. A shape outlined as if in a shadow was impossible to discern but there was a pair of eyes that looked up at him with a gaze that seemed to be piercing him. With a mixture of cautiousness and nervousness Finn went near the figure, until it stood straight and showed what no person has ever seen before. Its appearance was almost like an abnormal spider with its spindly legs ending in the twinkling beams of lights. And its head was an abstract mask that under every flash was in motion and with color rearrangement.

What it was, the creature rasped hollowly with its voice a kaleidoscope of gliding sounds. The effect was strange and provocative. "Lost, little liar?"

Finn froze. Nobody before could ever have managed to penetrate his flawless cover which he had been wearing all along. His heart trying to out-shout his ribs, water chilling the viewing glass glistened in his forehead. Yet the brilliant spark in Vignes’s brain darkened again, when the boogeyman repeated its words.

"Faz annii," exhaust as it was with mirth, it replied. "You might try to hide behind your fibers own but it is as close to me like a spider web."

Finn, in a vacuum, couldn't express more than silence.

"I am Veriditas," it said, "Spuza veru vati. I am there and then only where in fiction, deceivers rule, therefore a source of reflection of what has been stolen away from me.

Finn lit up annoyingly despite himself and asked seriously, "Who are you? What is it that you want from me?"

"Really," retorted Veriditas, with the tone of voice mixed with secrecy, "it is strange that such undeniable falseness have taken the whole city under its reign." Elyria's society is literally unravelling as the lies about the its very nature begin to fall apart.

Veriditas would state that Elyria had existed for some time now on the grounds of the "Nexus of the Lies", a hidden, underground chamber where the strongest deceptions were spun by powerful wizards. However, the last straw, the precarious Nexus gave some signs of trembling and other things not quite predictable came up – a break of the perfectly built system of lies.

"And you think I can help?" Finn wondered and a doubt wavered over his voice. So what I doing right now???

"You," Veriditas named at Finn center, as if the gods had something they had to share with him, "have a great gift." You feel what language is, how it can falsify someone and how it all can be perceived differently according to different people. However, in your case, your stupidity became manifest that you were also not an honest person."

Finn scoffed. " "Truth?" said a neighbor as a whimsical grin surfaced, "What's good about truth here? It just gets you trampled upon."

Veriditas threw its head back and its eyes fixed on me. The light through the shutters glinted strangely off the blue contacts. "Well it definitely could. But it could also release you."

Veriditas proposed a plan. Finn could base his deceit entirely within the carefully guarded near a high security zone. At the end, inside, he would come across its origin and disturb the continuity of poisenous lies, therefore weakening Elyria's power but possibly bringing stablization for the city.

The prospect was daunting. The guards who patrolling the Nexus were super-smelling specialized dogs, world-famous for finding exactly what you were saying, even if it was just an awkward tiny lie. But Finn doing what few pirates would have done, because of an itch to learn and a little peek of the truth Embodied had presented him, decided to go.

Veriditas refrained from high-speed maneuvers and low altitude flights for a few weeks until they were confident that Finn could handle the stress. It seemed to help him not only in telling a greater lie but also in finding and work out all vulnerabilities that were hidden in the complex network of secrets of Elyria. This sharpened his senses, made him more than a story teller but also a lie detector whenever truth is spoken from a close proximity to the lie.

Judgement day had reached my doorstep. Finn Camaba, dressed in a stolen guard uniform under the Nexus' cover, passed down the scheme of countless narrow tunnels. The mist thickened in the air and the scents of lies loaded him doubling the spins in his head. A kind of a temptation to come up with a lie to refute the thoughts creeping into his mind started playing on him, but keeping the memory of the sentence Veriditas had given him in mind he stood his ground.

He traveled for long before he finally reached Nexus, a cabinous room full of a glowing light of a strange. The loom in the middle was so large that the threads on it, clad in the essence of all lies, shone as if these weave the fabric of life.