The Gwydion pooka

A story inspired on Changeling: the Dreaming, the RPG by Jorge Arredondo

Once upon a time there was a pooka who joined Gwydion. Why did he want to join them, and why he was allowed to do so, I don't know, but he managed to get the honor of adding Gwydion's name to his own.

Now guess the foundations of the world shaken for a pooka who could discern truth from falsehood with just a look! What was worse, he couldn't tell others what he found about anything, because he was a pooka, after all.

Actually, perhaps for that very reason, he never failed when trying to seek truth out of anyone's speech. So great were his power, that even Eiluned couldn't hide their true feelings and thoughts from him.

Some people say it was due by not being a true Gwydion, but someone who had joined the house. But I think it was caused to his special relationship with truth and lies.

Our pooka died finally in a battle of huge proportions, but part of his legacy to his kith remained.

Since his death at the claws of a monstrous chimera, every pooka learned how to pull the strings of other people's hearts and feelings, seeking the truth hidden within.

The funny part was that the other kiths were actually relieved by the pooka's new skill, for they could relieve the burdens of their hearts without fear of anyone believing it later from them.

What's the moral of the story? Don't lie to a pooka. He or she will know you're lying, because they look at your heart, not at your eyes.

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