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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...
We start a story and you have to write the next few paragraphs. We will select the best submissions every day and put it on the site, and then you have to write the next one, all the way until the story finishes. Got it? Well, submit your paragraphs below!
Story Six Hundred Forty Seven Ends Friday, March 14
|A green balloon swung lazily above the chair to which it was attached, practically whining about its existence with an inaudible creak.
In the chair, halfheartedly pulling at the string to put some life in the otherwise dead balloon, rested a downcast Scorchio, also poking at a limp-looking slice of cake in front of her. She struggled with the forkful of chocolate cake, but even on her birthday, she was just too downhearted to force it to pass her lips. The Scorchio sighed, put the fork down, and pushed the plate away with a gentle scrape, not caring to eat even though it was her birthday.
The trouble was the same as it was every year: no one would come to visit Irena on her birthday. Such were the complications that arose from being born on Illusen Day, where everyone was off celebrating or helping Illusen with something or other. Irena couldn't help it -- it made her green with envy.
Not so green, mind you, that she considered plotting disaster upon Illusen and all she knew and loved, oh no. Irena had much more sense than that. The Scorchio did, however, wish that she had the courage to tell Illusen how she felt about the colliding days... without being overly disrespectful, of course. Illusen had her glory, yes, but Irena did not have hers. It was only fair that she had something of significance on her birthday -- if not, at the very least, the company of one person.
The Scorchio had seen it time and time again: Neopets who got a free biscuit with their coffee because "it was their birthday" or another opportunity to spin the Fruit Machine because "it was their birthday." Irena had principles. She was far too honest for that sort of cheating and would never tell anyone it was her birthday at all. Most years, it passed just like any other day.
And yet, she thought, that may have been the reason none of her friends had visited her at all. Perhaps it had less to do with her friends being occupied by Illusen's quests than she had imagined.
Irena scraped the chair backward, making the balloon dance with a hopeful flutter. She'd go over to Illusen's Glade and make herself known to the earth faerie. If Illusen was as kind and understanding as Irena had heard she was, then what could go wrong?
The Scorchio immediately spread her wings and headed for Meridell. Cool, not chilly, air whistled into her face. The harbinger of spring gently guided her toward the glade, where she landed neatly with a soft rustle as her feet touched grass.
Irena gasped, dismayed at the long line of questers in front of her...
Date: Mar 10th
...The line of bodies meandered back and forth through the valley, creating a barrier of fur, feathers, and everything in between, preventing her from progressing any further. Irena craned her neck desperately, flapping her wings slightly to elevate her point of view. There was a particularly large, round Tonu in front of her, clasping a small Lupe plushie in between his enormous front hooves. The plushie's head lolled over awkwardly on one side... yikes. If she could just get around this guy, Irena thought, then she could skirt down the line and get Illusen's attention, and everything would be fine...
"Hey, the line is here!" The rough voice that boomed next to her made Irena jump with fright, her whole body whipping backward in surprise. "Sit down and stop flapping your wings, kid. It won't get you there any quicker, and it's making me cold, to boot."
Irena coughed, and then took a few awkward steps backward, ashamed of being caught. "I-I'm sorry, Sir. I--" She paused, her mind working. "Uh, it's my birthday?" she piped hopefully.
"Ha! As if! You just want to get to the front first, eh? Well, I'm already running out of time to get my quest completed, so I'll see Faerieland fall before I let you past." The Tonu grumbled, tiptoeing forward as the line moved on. "Like I said, sit down, birthday girl."
"But Faerieland alrea-- wait, it really is my birthday!" Irena stomped her foot, somewhat offended, but the huge creature ignored her with an over-exaggerated huff. "Fine, I'll just wait, then."
Minutes ticked hesitantly by, seemingly at a Slorg's pace. Everyone seemed to be buzzing excitedly around her, talking about quests and prizes and time limits, but Irena failed to feel even a shred of their joy. What a day. Not to mention the rising tension between her and the grumpy Tonu, especially when the group of friends that stood behind her kept shoving her into his back. He huffed, every single time, and glared at her past his huge nose-horn like it was her fault. She'd had her fair share of bad birthdays, that was true, but this really took the cake. The birthday cake, to be exact.
"So, uh... you're here to finish a quest?" she started lamely as the silence between them became too much for her to bear.
"Look, you don't have to make conversation just so--" he began, but was cut off by a loud bang that sounded like an explosion. "Kid, get down!"
The next thing she knew, Irena's face was being pushed into the dirt by one of those oversized hooves...
Date: Mar 10th
...She vaguely heard someone shout "False alarm!" and the pressure on the back of her head released. Irena lifted her face to breathe and coughed out a mouthful of dirt. If she thought her birthday couldn't get any worse, then she'd definitely spoken too soon. She swirled her tongue around her mouth, feeling clumps of gritty earth, and shouted toward the Tonu between each spit.
"What... did you... do that for?" she cried.
He folded his arms and gave her a defiant huff. She followed his gaze and saw that, a few spots behind them, stood a purple Korbat holding a smoking yellow cannon. He smiled guiltily and shifted it uncomfortably in his hands. "Sorry, I forgot to make sure the safety was on."
"That cannonball went whizzing an inch past your head," someone pointed out to Irena, who turned to see a giant metal ball lodged in a nearby tree. "He practically saved your life!"
Irena shuffled uneasily, swiping the last bits of dirt off her wings. With a resolute sigh, she turned toward the Tonu and said, "Thank you."
If she had expected his expression to soften, then she was wrong. He continued to stare at her stonily and only replied, "I've been telling Illusen for years that she should stop requesting such dangerous items." He trailed off mumbling something about careless Neopets.
A few minutes passed, and the others in line went back to discussing their quests, leaving Irena to return to the awkward silence of being in the Tonu's presence. She rolled her eyes. "I'm Irena, by the way," she offered.
The Tonu grunted. "Bob," he said without turning. "Is it really your birthday?" he asked.
Irena nodded as he squinted over his shoulder. The silence stretched on and then he seemed to emit a low growl before stepping out of line, shoving her in front of him and resting in a spot behind her. He'd actually let her cut! It hadn't made a huge difference, but the fact that someone had made a kind gesture toward her because it was her birthday was quite touching to her.
Before she could thank him, though, they'd reached the base of Illusen's tree and a loud ringing had hit their ears. Illusen appeared as if from thin air and threw her hands apart, tossing confetti into the air.
"Congratulations!" she cried, looking toward the Scorchio. "You're the 1,000th quester today, so you get a very special prize..."
Date: Mar 11th
..."Me?" Irena asked dazedly, pointing at herself. "I'm the 1,000th quester?"
"Gee, too bad I let you cut..." Bob muttered behind the Scorchio, sighing.
"Yes, you!" Illusen said cheerfully. "Here, it's right in my house..."
Irena gave an awkward wave to Bob, who returned it only half-heartedly. She then followed Illusen into the tree. Inside, everything seemed to be either green, brown, or wooden. Green counters lined the walls in the back, along with a brown stove, where a kettle was whistling loudly. Illusen gave a quick grin over her shoulder to Irena and hurried to it. She poured a cup of tea and handed it to Irena, who hesitated and took it.
"This is my prize?" she asked, not sure if Illusen was kidding.
"Of course not, silly! The gift's much more special." Illusen winked at Irena and put up one finger to tell the Scorchio to wait. She then hovered over quickly into a back room.
Irena awkwardly waited in the doorway. She glanced over her shoulder to see some 'pets sighing and tapping their feet impatiently, while others asked those in front of them what the holdup was. Irena found Bob, who was talking to the Aisha behind him, clutching his Lupe plushie and squeezing it so hard that the head looked ready to pop off. Irena sighed and turned around, only to find Illusen skipping back with a small green wrapped present with a red ribbon tied perfectly on it. Irena took the gift.
"Open it," Illusen said proudly. "I really hope you enjoy it."
Irena nodded toward Illusen silently and tore off the wrapping paper to find...
Date: Mar 11th
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