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Every week we will be starting a new Story Telling competition - with great prizes! The current prize is 2000 NP, plus a rare item!!! This is how it works...
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Story One-Hundred and Twenty-Two Ends April 4th
"I wonder where all that NP goes?" asked the red
Mynci, looking down into the depths of the wishing well.
"It's an unsolved mystery, Martin. Just like, 'Why is there a well right next to a
stream?'" commented Travis the Nimmo, hopping across the rocks in the brook, and
splashing a bit in the cool water.
"Hey, I think you're on to something. Why IS there a well right next to a stream?"
replied the Mynci, his eyes going wide in thought. "Hmm... I wonder if..."
"Oh dear, here we go again, you and your conspiracies!" sighed the blue Nimmo.
"Maybe it isn't a well at all!" cried the Mynci. "MAYBE it's something... else."
Travis smacked his forehead. "Martin, what else would it BE? It's just a wishing
well. You throw some Neopoints in, wait a little while, and sometimes you get
what you wished for."
"Come on, aren't you at least curious as to WHO grants the wishes, WHY it's next
to a stream, and most of all WHERE the NP goes?" asked Martin.
"To the bottom of the well, where else would it go?" said the Nimmo, quickly becoming
exasperated with his friend.
"It must go somewhere. Don't you think it would have filled up by now? With
everyone throwing so much NP in?" The Nimmo opened his mouth to dispute, but
quickly shut it again. His friend DID have a point.
"I admit, it is a mysterious thing, BUT, even if it DOES go somewhere, how would
we find out, Martin? ...Martin? ...Martin! What in Neopia do you think you're
doing?!?" The Nimmo ran over to where the Mynci was climbing into the bucket
over the well. "You can't go into the well!"
"Why not?" asked the Mynci, positioning himself in the bucket.
"Y-you just can't! It's against the rules!" yelled the Nimmo.
"And where might these rules be written?" inquired the Mynci, grinning.
"In... in... uh... well, you just aren't supposed to." The Nimmo said placing
his fists on his hips.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." laughed the Mynci. "Be a pal and lower me in!"
The Nimmo opened his mouth to protest, but his friend cut him off. "Come on,
I'm doing this with or without your help."
Travis sighed. His friend could be so bull-headed sometimes. Reluctantly he turned the
crank and slowly lowered his friend down into the dark depths...
Author: Questions? Comments? Send them to 1-800... er,
Date: 31 March
..."It's chilly down here," called up Martin. "I don't see any Neopoints anywhere."
"Are you sure you want to do this? It's not my fault if you get stuck or something."
Travis lowered down the rest of the rope. "Are you at the bottom?"
"No," his Mynci friend's voice floated up toward him. He couldn't even see Martin
anymore. The rope seemed to lower off into infinity.
Suddenly, the rope strained. It was almost as if Martin was pulling on the rope,
shaking it around.
"Martin! Stop fooling around!" hollered the angry Nimmo.
Martin's voice emerged from the black hole, sounding frightened. "I-I-I'm not doing
anything!" he stuttered.
Travis softened. Martin sounded sincere and scared. "OK..." Travis's voice trailed
off. He seized the rope, and tried to stop the violent shaking.
Suddenly, as if an invisible pair of scissors had appeared, the rope got sawed through,
without Travis or anybody else touching it. The unsupported rope and bucket vanished
into the depths.
Travis heard his friend's voice, and now it was a shriek. "Travis! Help!" Travis hung
over the well, dumbstruck, as he listened to his friend's voice fade out.
Another terrified cry rang up the well's damp, cold stone walls. "Travis! TRAVIS! HELP
ME!" It was a gut-wrenching scream for help, and it switched Travis into action.
Without a thought for his own safety, he threw himself over the stone wall and plummeted
down the well...
Date: 31 March
...a rush of cold air surrounded the Nimmo as he fell, but he was too terrified
to notice the subzero temperatures.
The falling seemed to go on forever, Travis was beginning to wonder if this was
some sort of an endless pit.
Travis opened his mouth to scream and--SPLASH!!! The chilled Nimmo was now
completely submerged in icy water.
Clawing desperately for a wall or something, the Nimmo floundered in the water, all
the while continuing his descent downward. He cried out for help, but only bubbles
escaped his frowning mouth. This was unlike any water he had ever been in; he couldn't
swim or keep himself from sinking.
Travis noticed that the deeper he went, the warmer the water became. Soon, as the water
turned nearly scalding hot, the suction on Travis' body stopped, and
he found himself facing an underwater door. It was much too far a swim to the surface;
Travis knew he could never it, so he flung open the door and was violently pushed
in by the water behind him.
Once the door had somehow closed, Travis propped himself up from his belly-on-the-floor
position and had a look around... then wished with all his heart that he had never done so...
Date: 01 April
...Martin was laying centre of the room, and was bound to the floor. He was unconscious,
and looked in a terrible state. His fur was raggedy and his tongue was
hanging from his mouth.
The water was about three inches deep in the room. The Nimmo pushed himself forward
through the water and reached Martin.
"Martin, wake up!" shouted Travis, shaking him with all of his strength. The Mynci's
head just seemed to loll about. He was out cold.
"What happened to you?"
Travis realised that something far stronger than himself was lurking somewhere in the room.
What or who it was, though, he had no idea He did not want to find out either.
He had no choice but to untie Martin as quickly as possible and get out of here... before
it was too late.
He leant next to Martin and fumbled, trying to undo the ropes that were binding Martin
to the floor. He untied one, and then another. His arms were free now. Now he just had
to untie his legs.
"Huh? What's happening?" Travis looked around to see the water rising. It was rising slowly,
but if Travis didn't free Martin, then he would surely drown! It was okay for Travis, he
was a Nimmo; he was used to water.
Travis' heart was beating wildly now. He fidgeted more than ever, trying to untie his Mynci
friend, but it was no use. The water was reaching past the Mynci's face now.
"I've done it!" gurgled Travis minutes later. They were both submerged under the water now,
and Martin was free. He swam up to the surface with the Mynci in his arms.
When they reached the surface, to Travis' amazement, Martin awoke. He gasped for air, his
eyes wide with terror.
"It's OK Martin," said Travis reassuringly. "It's OK, you're safe!"
Travis could see a part of the room that had not been submerged. Travis swam towards
it, Martin still in his arms, and pulled himself up. The water had stopped rising now;
they would be safe here.
"Martin, what did you see? Did you see anything before you were knocked out?"
"Yeah," he replied, his voice shaking slightly. "There were these strange masked Neopets...
Date: 01 April
..."They grabbed me from behind! Then one of them raised a staff, and hit me over
the head. That's all I can remember....."
"What did they look like?" Travis asked.
"I told you, they were masked," the Mynci replied, "but one was taller than the
others. I think he was their leader."
"And how many of them were there?" Travis inquired.
"About ten," Martin answered, "Look, Travis, I don't want to stay down here anymore.
Let's get out!"
Travis nodded. "Come on!" he urged, and he pulled the Mynci to his feet. The doorway he had come
in through was blocked by water on both sides now, the Nimmo led his friend to a passage that
seemed to have the most incline. It must lead us out of here, he thought.
"Are you sure this is the way back to the entrance of the well?" Martin panted as he ran
alongside the Nimmo.
"Positive," Travis told him.
So the two ran. And ran. And ran a little more.
It seemed that they weren't anywhere near the entrance of the well!
"Where are we?" Martin wailed, after hours of walking. He sat down in the tunnel and wept.
Then Travis noticed something. In the wall, there was a large steel door!
"Follow me!" the Nimmo pulled his friend up. They cautiously walked up to the door.
With a trembling hand, Travis grasped the door knob and pulled it open.
They stepped into a dark, damp chamber. The two Neopets walked forward, and stood
in the center of the room.
"What is this place?" Martin whispered.
"It doesn't matter," Travis said, "Let's just go. This chamber gives me the creeps!"
Suddenly, they heard loud footsteps behind them, and the stamp of the footsteps stopping.
Both the Neopets whipped around. There, in front of them, was the group of masked
Neopets who had attacked Martin!
They wore long black cloaks to cover their bodies, and their faces were hidden behind
ghostly, white masks which glowed pale in the darkness.
"We're trapped," Martin whimpered.
The tallest one had a long stick in his paws.
He laughed menacingly.
"GET THEM!" he roared. At once the group ran forward.
Travis and Martin screamed.
That's when Travis saw a few rocks on the ground. He picked each of them up, and hurled them
at the attackers.
They bounced off of their heads, making the masked Neopets halt in surprise.
"Try to fight them!" Travis yelled. Martin nodded.
Roaring with rage, the Neopets dashed forward again, but this time Travis and Martin
Martin pounced on the shortest one and started to beat him with his fists. Howling with
pain and rage, the Neopet hopped about with the Mynci on his shoulders.
Travis was having problems fighting off the rest, so Martin jumped down and ran to help
The leader loomed before Martin, and trapped him in a corner. As he raised his staff,
Travis came dashing forward. The Nimmo ran into him, causing the Neopet to fall to the
ground and drop his stick.
Travis snatched it up and got ready to hit the masked leader.
The unknown stranger shielded his face, and just as Travis was about to bring the stick
down on him, he cried out, "NO! Please don't hurt me! We are the Guardians of the
Travis stopped. "The WHO?" he demanded.
"The Guardians of the Wishing Well!" the Neopet repeated, "Please, let me explain!"
"Very well," Travis growled, "but try anything, and you'll feel the pain of this
staff upside your head!"
"We are the Guardians of the Wishing Well. It is our job, of course, to protect it.
When a Neopet throws down their NP, we take the points away (to keep thieves from stealing
the donations), then decide what to give them in return. However, if anyone comes
down the well, we knock them unconscious, then administer a forgetting potion while
they're out cold, so they won't try to come down again. We're sorry about leaving your friend--"
"He could have drowned!" Travis bellowed.
"I know! We're terribly sorry, we did not mean for that to happen. It's lucky you saved him!
Anyway, the Mynci came down and
we knew we'd have to make him forget anything happened in the Wishing Well, so we
knocked him out, then left to get a forgetting potion. We're sorry we did so much damage,
but it's just we HAVE to protect the
Wishing Well! Imagine how much chaos would happen if we didn't make Neopets forget about
it! We mean no harm, so please... don't hurt us!"
Travis stared at the masked Neopet. Then he turned to the others. They were all huddled
together, and even though their faces were covered, Travis could sense they were afraid.
He turned back to the leader.
"You see, we have a problem," the leader masked Neopet said, "A few days ago, something
came down the well. We tried to stop it... but it escaped into the darkness. Whatever it was,
it was a powerful being, dark as night and large enough to barely fit down the well. We
don't know what to do, and are afraid of what will happen when we encounter it..."
He trailed away. "If you are
able to help us in any way, I can lead you back to the surface."
Martin sighed. "We can only trust you if you take your mask off!" he said sharply, "So
take it off, so we can see who you are!"
"But... but..." the Neopet stuttered.
"Take it off," Travis said firmly.
The leader slowly removed his mask. Travis and Martin gasped when they saw he was...
Date: 02 April
...a mutant. His mutant Lupe head was ugly and disfigured, giving it a terrifying
look in the shadows. Martin grabbed Travis' arm tightly. "Look!" he hissed.
All around them the Guardians of the Wishing Well were taking off their ghostly
masks and revealing to the newcomers that they were all mutants. They were the
ugliest mutants Travis had ever seen- more hideous than the normal mutants above the ground.
Martin looked away and Travis stared at the ceiling.
"Alas, we were outcasts of the world above. However, we remain fiercely loyal to it, and
protect the well," the leader explained. "We mainly give out medicine because we wish no
other pet to suffer in the ways we did."
"No pet should turn out like us!" screeched a mutant Aisha, covering her
Martin looked up at Travis with a grimace on his face. Travis could tell that Martin was
afraid of these horrid mutants, and in a way Travis was as
well. However, he was willing to assist the Guardians, who were so deeply devoted to helping Neopia.
"You shall know my name as well. It is Vergandun, and I am the leader of the Guardians
of the Wishing Well. You seem so surprised that we are mutants." The Lupe stared at the
ground, his golden eyes ablaze with a pain that shone through his mask.
"No!" cried Travis before he could stop himself. "It doesn't matter what you look like!
It matters what's inside and that you have friends. Look at your peers, Vergandun, they
all are your friends. That is what's important... however, right now we've got to
concentrate on the evil being you mentioned earlier, the one that threatens the well.
I thought I felt a strange presence in the
room where I found Martin. Perhaps we should start looking there for this... creature."
Travis suggested slowly, then began walking towards Vergandun, who had placed the mask back on his face in an act of shame.
"Perhaps." he said sadly. Then he looked up at Travis. "Thank you..." he began.
"Travis. My name is Travis."
"Well then Travis, perhaps you are right. Follow me, there is a shortcut to that chamber."
Vergandun said, beckoning for the others to follow him as he started down the dark corridor.
Shortly they arrived in the chamber where Travis had found Martin. The Guardians lit torches
along the wall to better illuminate the area.
After a few minutes of searching the area, Martin called, "Look! Over there!" He pointed to
deep tracks in the mud that led into a declining corridor, at the end of which was a steel door,
mangled and destroyed.
"It can't be!" yelled Vergandun in an anguished cry. "That leads to..."
Date: 02 April
...the vault! That's where the Neopoints that get tossed into the well are kept!
We have to stop the evil being!"
Travis nodded and ran after Vergandun, with Martin and the other Guardians close
behind. They entered the vault and gasped. The room was empty, with the exception
of a few Neopoint coins scattered around the room. There was a big hole in the
wall on the other side of the room. The mutant Lupe gulped.
"That hole... it... it... leads to the storage chamber!" The mutants seemed to echo his fear.
"What's in there anyway?" Martin inquired.
"That's where all of the objects we use to reward the donators are stored!" a mutant
They entered the storage room, which looked pretty much like the vault, with the exception of
scattered Neopoints being replaced by scattered toys and books. They
looked over and saw tracks leading to a wall. The wall had a big hole in it leading
into a dank corridor.
"Whatever the evil being is, it's strong enough to rip through solid stone!" Martin gulped.
The Guardians and the two friends followed the tracks into the corridor and down the
narrow passageway. Suddenly, a rustling could be heard. They spun around and didn't
notice anything, except that two of them were gone.
"Where's the mutant Aisha, and that mutant Cybunny?" Travis questioned. It was true,
they were nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, all the torches held by the Guardians
mysteriously blew out.
"There's someone in here," Vergandun whispered...
Date: 03 April
...Everyone held their breath and tried to listen for the sound of an approaching threat.
The sound of their beating hearts throbbed in everyone's heads, and adrenaline surged
through their veins. What kind of enemy could they be up against, that could so
easily snatch the mutant Aisha and Cybunny away?
Travis reached over to grasp Martin's arm for comfort, but instead of the usual soft,
Mynci fur, he touched cold, clammy flesh. It was slimy, and sent chills down his
spine. He could FEEL the evil in it, coursing through the creature's body.
Travis pulled back at first and tried to scream, to inform the others of the monster's
location, but all he could manage was a small yelp.
However, that was enough for the mutants to understand his need for help. Their eyes,
which had adapted to be sensitive to the dark, could just make out the shape of a
large, hunched figure. It was too tall to stand upright in the small passageway,
but could have easily been mistaken before for a shadowy crevice.
The mutants, trained to guard, had spent much of their time underground preparing to
defend the well, and leapt into action.
They raced forward, and let out a cry that grew to a bellow like that of
an angry Elephante. It echoed off of the stone walls, resounding in the uncertain darkness.
Suddenly, a mutant Blumaroo bounced forward. Out of its belt it pulled a rope
with two weights at either end, and swung it around its head. The Blumaroo let go and the
weapon flew. When it reached the monster, the rope wrapped itself around the monster's legs and
pulled it to the ground. Others took out ropes and used them like lassos, swinging
them around and then letting go. The loops tightened around the villian's arms and neck.
With the combined effort of all the mutants and the Nimmo, the monster let out
a howl of defeat and toppled over. Travis, still in slight shock, slowly walked over to
the creature. Now that it was tied down, he wasn't as frightened.
That's when one of the mutants picked up a torch that had been dropped, and relit it.
As the light grew and revealed the area where the creature lay, Travis gasped, nearly losing
his balance in the midst of his astonishment...
Date: 02 April
...at what stepped out from behind the defeated monster. It was a beautiful Faerie,
her delicate silver wings flashing in the torchlight. Her gaze was fixed on the pack
of mutants, but she showed neither fear nor disgust. With a gentle wave of her hand, the
missing Neopets reappeared alongside her.
"Kind Neopets," she began, her voice warm and gentle, "I have been watching you. For
years, you have been guarding this well, shut away in darkness. I felt sorry for you,
but I had to test you." She waved a hand towards the now-snoring monster.
"But why?" the mutant Cybunny demanded. "Why attack us, if you felt sorry of us?!"
"I had to be sure for myself that your hearts were still pure, and you would defend this
place; even against the most fearsome of opponents," the Faerie
replied. She smiled at the Cybunny, placing a hand on its large, misshaped head. "I
think you all have been down here long enough; I shall return you to the surface world,
where you can be in the arms of a loving owner."
The mutant Aisha began to weep. "No owner will want us! We are too hideous!"
The Faerie's expression softened. "We all must learn to believe in ourselves, little
one, but sometimes we need help." She bent down over the Aisha, placing a kiss on its
head. "Let me give you the wings that you need."
Almost instantly, the Aisha's body began to change. Her features smoothed and shrank,
her face morphing into that of a normal Aisha. Crying out in joy, she looked over her
shoulder to see a pair of shimmering wings. "I'm a Faerie pet!"
Awed, the other mutants crowded around the kind Faerie, eager to be blessed. The Lupe
hung back, though. "What about the treasures and neopoints? Who will guard them when we
are gone?" he demanded.
"I have spoken to the Faerie Queen about this. Her Majesty agreed that we will have
monsters placed down here as guards, and never put Neopets in such a cruel position again."
The Faerie turned towards Vergandun...
Date: 04 April
...and carefully reached out her hand, gingerly stroking the Lupe's forehead.
Instantly, Vergandun began to change.
A blinding light lit the chamber, and all the pets squinted towards Vergandun.
What they saw awed them. The Lupe's dingy, blue fur became a shiny coat of
periwinkle and white. His fangs shortened, claws dulled, and stern gaze softened. Then, a pair
of beautiful, delicate, butterfly wings sprouted from his shoulderblades.
Vergandun stared at his paws in disbelief, amazed. He spun around to face the Faerie,
his silky fur shining, and his wings fluttering.
"I-I can't thank you enough," he stammered.
A warm, bright smile spread across the Faerie's face. "It was the least I could do,
after you and the Guardians have been protecting this well," she said, spreading
her arms to indicate the vast well, "for most of your lives."
She turned towards the remaining mutants. "Come," she said softly, "I will give you
all the gift of wings." The Faerie looked towards Travis and Martin, as well. "You
two," she beamed.
"U-us?" said Martin, bewildered.
"Yes, you," the Faerie said, nodding, "You who saw past these pets' ugly, frightening
exteriors and recognized the warm hearts inside." Then she clapped her hands, and in
an instant, every Neopet was sporting a pair of fancy Faerie wings.
"Now," she said, "I think you ought to return to Neopia Central, where you belong."
There was a burst of light, and all the pets were standing above ground, the Faerie
nowhere in sight.
"Well," said Vergandun gleefully, "we'd best be on our way, to find our new owners." He
gestured towards his companions, and they all took off, soaring out of sight.
"I hope to see you again, friends!" Martin and Travis heard the Lupe shout. Then, he
and his voice faded away.
* * * * *
It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and two Faerie pets, a Nimmo and a Mynci, stood in
front of the Neopian National Bank, staring at it in fascination.
"I wonder who guards all those Neopoints?" asked Martin, glancing at the Bank, with
its enormous marble pillars and ominous-looking doorway.
Travis groaned. "Oh brother, here we go again!"
Date: 02 April
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