The Asylum

So despite his own- quite advanced intelligence, and knowledge of his own make-up, both physical and mental, he could not change the image that he saw. He knew that the only way to right his sick mind; was to go to The Royals. They would in turn, find him guilty and sentence him to The Asylum.

His other conscious spoke as though in his own head. I don' t want to go there- ever. Ever! This fanned the flames of fear even more. It was a vicious circle that he could not break from on his own.

The Preetok Royal known as Prince Jeeobjee of the Gluktan had been on the other side of the great red sun. The giant star had obscured Ponk's sight. His aura shifted from a healthy, bright, golden yellow, (part of which had been maintained through great will power on his own part,) to a sickly, burnt orange as the fit of madness set in.

The attack only lasted for a few moments. He suddenly felt a twinge of fear and his life-force vibrated between purple and red. Then sadness crept in even more and it doused to a deep blue.

Ponk shook off the attack with a huge bout of determination. Sometimes, when he was way out in deep space, far between clusters of suns where populations of beings dwelt in their constant euphoric state; he could allow a fit of madness to burn out on its own- over time. Here it was dangerous to show such vivid color-change in one's personality. It was too late however; Prince Jeeobjee had spotted him, and had immediately turned him in.

Now Ponk sat in front of the court. He had nobody there to represent him. He needed no one. There was no argument to pose. There was no other possible outcome to the situation. Still, out of tradition, some of the ten-thousand judges seated in the stands before him, spoke kind, friendly words of advice before passing the sentence that was inevitable.

Prince Kaltoabo of The Remdeema said, "Do not worry Mister Ponk. You will see that everything will once again be good." He beamed absolute happiness.

A few hundred beings to his right sat Queen Nephataff of The Kaway Kaway. She stated with a blinding -warmest of warms- aura, "He is right Mister Ponk. You must know that we only do this out of our love for you. We know with utter happiness, that you will one day return to us in a state of blissfulness."

King Noobatoo of the Huzzahhhratee explained, "Once you are able to feel true pain and sadness, however harmless it may be to your actual self, you will once more achieve euphoria."

This went on for some time as the banks of well-wishers gave their statements; until finally, Old King Humfiss himself stood up. Ponk suddenly felt a pale blue of fear creep into his aura as he recognized his smallness down there in the lone chair on the floor. The crowd of judges all shushed in the great King's presence. The auras in the massive court room could have lit up an entire world as they all admired his greatness. Then, he began to speak the words that they all knew he was here to say.

"I, King Humfiss of The Fribilears have conferred with my esteemed colleagues with regards to the matter before us. We have decided by a unanimous vote- to sentence you, Ponk of the Tonk-Tonk, to one full lifetime in The Asylum."

Ponk's aura deepened to an even darker blue.