..."Alright, you, get me a Magic Vial," she said to a Quiggle, who promptly left for the Marketplace.
"You, a Flaming Scroll."
"I've got one in my SDB!" said the excited Kyrii.
There were only a few more left. Good. Nivara was running out of ingredients she needed.
"OK," she started after turning to face a Ruki, "an Electro Sword." He saluted her and dashed off.
"And you," she barked at a little kid Usul -- she didn't like little kids with their snot noses and their constant whining how "grown up" they were in comparison to their baby brethren -- "I need anything with the word 'chocolate' in it."
He took out a half-eaten Baby Cybunny Chocolate Egg. "Will this do miss?"
Quickly, but with no effort to hide her disgust, she agreed it would. "Fine, come here and be blessed." She put her hand on his head and he trounced away practically levitating.
"My first faerie quest, my first faerie quest!" the Usul sang out.
She actually almost smiled at that. More of a non-frown, but still.
"You lucky Neopet getting to fetch me the last item," she told the remaining Wocky. "I need a Shadow Usul Lunch Box."
"You bet!" the Neopet said as she clapped her hands.
The faerie rubbed her hands together. This was hard work.
And then she stared down to see a young Moehog sadly walking away. "I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough miss."
Nivara frowned, but out of... no, not spite. Pity?
"Look, kid," she started, "how about you get me a... a codestone? Yeah." Yeah. She could sell it later or something. "Any one will do."
He practically beamed. "You mean a plushie?"
"Why don't you ask for toys like the other dark faeries?" he inquired with an innocent face.
"Why don't you shut up," Nivara retorted, folding her arms.
He looked like he was ready to speak when she snapped her fingers and said, "And yes that WAS rhetorical."
The Moehog quickly ran off.
There, she was back.
The Neopets had returned and Nivara blessed them all. It was a difficult task, as she wasn't used to it, but she supposed it was kind of nice, if only because she was being nice. She could gloat about it later, but she really wasn't the kind to gloat.
The dark faerie had since fused all the necessary objects together into an orb, which she held safely in the lunch box. She could not touch the orb lest it absorb her dark magic as opposed to that of the linkage spell.
Aisheeva asked her, "Do you need us to walk behind you?"
"Nah, you'd only get in the way. And if the one who did this to you saw you she'd probably just increase the strength of the link spell." She paused and gazed upward. "This mission needs to be stealth. For now, I must go alone."
"Then so be it," the Aisha replied. "Best luck Navira." She put up her arms, looking like she was going to hug the faerie.
The faerie quickly stepped out of reach. "Nivara, but... er, thanks," she replied, now staring into the Aisha's eyes. "I promise I'll follow through with this."
"And we promise we'll leave you alone, for now."
She walked off towards her village.
"Hello?" she called out when she neared the outskirts. Her village was never bustling, but she had never seen it so quiet. "Ruuri? Taelann?"
She then thought she heard faint screaming. Slowly, quietly, Nivara walked towards it.
It was coming from Mariyah's home...
Gingerly she walked towards it and peered in through the window.
Fyora was strapped to a chair, all the dark faeries in the village surrounding her, keeping her there with their magic. She was muzzled, and grunting.
Well, this certainly was a new one. Maybe they actually succeeded, for once.
Admittedly she couldn't be bothered to get involved but she had promised the babies she would restore them to their former selves, and she wasn't one to break promises. She wasn't really one to make them, either, but she supposed she was bound in this case.
The dark faerie tiptoed around to the back entrance of the home and opened the door a crack. Nivara peered into the storage room.
There stood Mariyah, giggling to herself, all the plushies of the Palace Guards surrounding her. "And a pinch for you and a pinch for you," she chanted as she sprinkled a fine green powder on the plushies.
Oh no, Nivara thought to herself. This was the last stage in the spell, the one that would permanently transform the guards into babies.
Mariyah giggled some more.
Ugh, she looks as loony as the toy questing dark faerie.
Nivara decided it was time to spring into action.
Picking up a twig from the ground she exploded it into a hundred purple pieces, a hundred little crackling sounds rapidly accompanying.
Mariyah stopped and turned her head towards the door. "Who's there?"
In response, Nivara did the same with the stalk of a Faeriewing Plant growing naturally outside the Neohome.
As soon as she heard footsteps approaching Nivara floated upwards.
Mariyah walked out of the house and took a few steps around, making sure nothing was amiss.
Meanwhile Nivara dashed inside and slammed the door behind her, locking it with dark magic.
"Get out of there whoever you are!" came Mariyah's voice on the other side. "Or I'll turn you into a Lurman!"
Nivara knew she had to work quick. She opened the lunchbox and drat the hinge was stuck and--
And came Mariyah's voice, "This is just rich. Navira."
Navira gritted her teeth and kept working; she opened the lunch box just as the door opened.
"What other dark faerie -- a class of faerie whose magic I am fully capable of reversing -- would possibly think to double cross the tribe?" Mariyah floated down to her.
"I didn't double cross you guys," Nivara started. "You guys did another stupid thing and I'm just trying to clean up the mess."
Mariyah then grabbed Nivara by the throat. "Good little Navira," Mariyah spoke softly, her voice like poisoned honey, "so quick to be the first never to be involved in our scheming." She squeezed harder and Nivara started to gag. "Shame Fyora won't be around to see your heroic acts. Because we have her locked up." She started to giggle again. Then she looked down and saw the orb sitting in the lunch box -- and immediately knew its purpose. "Nice orb you have there, mind if I touch i--"
With a burst of purple energy Nivara sent the codestone, in the back pocket of her dark dress, hurdling towards the village's most proficient dark faerie's head.
Out for a few seconds, a few seconds was all Nivara needed. Not even focusing about breathing -- she could breathe again, big whoop -- she flung the lunchbox, and the orb, to the center of the circle of plushies, whereupon all plushies glowed purple for a second before returning to what they were -- plushies.
"You FOOL!" Mariyah yelped.
Nivara just looked at the faerie, frowning. "I'm not the fool here."
From the other room, where Fyora was being held, there was a loud crash.
From outside came the sounds of marchers.
"This place is surrounded by the Palace Guard!" came the rough, elder voice of the one Nivara knew to be the re-transformed Aishaveera.
Fyora floated into the room to greet Nivara -- and Mariyah. "Poor Mariyah." The Faerie Queen shook her head. "Balthazar for you... again."
"But how did you get out?" Mariyah asked, her voice a mix of pleading and defeat.
"I always had the power to," the queen said with a mischievous smile, "but I was just waiting until my guards were free. I could have broken the linkage spell myself but I sensed a dark orb enter the premises and thought I wouldn't break the illusion lest you faeries up your power. Also I'd see if the rumors were true."
"What rumors?" Nivara asked.
"Dark faerie rumors, that there was one among you who was actually... intelligent enough to not scheme?"
Scowling and uttering repeated ambiguous I'LL GET YOU YETs, Mariyah was escorted away by the Palace Guards, as were all the other dark faeries save for Nivara.
"Thanks so much," an adult Aisha said to the dark faerie before giving her a hug.
"Er, I'm not a fan of hugs but... well why not." Nivara hugged back and then pulled away. "You're, er, you're welcome."
Fyora flitted over to her. "You know Nivara I could use someone like you--"
"Nope," Nivara cut her off before wandering away. She had done her part, she really didn't need to do any more. She didn't care to do any more.
"No, really," the Faerie Queen continued, rushing over to the dark faerie. "I think you'd be a great candidate for a position in the Faerieland Youth Wing. Aisheeva was telling me you seem to have a lot of compassion for the young--"
"Look, that was just this one time."
"Well, I can provide you more opportunities." She looked into Nivara's eyes. "Lots of our youth ponder the seemingly endless pointlessness and what roles they are here to play. I believe you can aid them down the right paths."
"But I don't know MY path, Fyora."
"Maybe this is your path, Nivara."
Nivara thought about this. She supposed she could. But... "Eh, I'll think about it, thanks for the offer." The dark faerie smiled. No wait this was more of a... eh, it was actually a smile. Maybe she did like the sounds of this.
And just like that she was alone in the village, Fyora gone, the guards gone, her stupid sister-faeries gone. The turmoil gone.
She walked up to her home and lay on her bed. Maybe tomorrow... maybe, she would go visit Fyora. Probably. Why not. What'd she have to lose?
Nivara fell into a deep, well-deserved sleep.