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Inspired by the book Purple power that is available in most Neopian
shops.
Long ago, before Meridell was discovered and Krawk Island
was overloaded with pirates, existed a special city. It was special because
it was built under the sea and sustained water pressure. Yes, I’m talking about
Maraqua.
The citizens of Maraqua was enjoying the wealth
that the tourists bring from the surface. Their city prospered, starting to
fill with foreign people and Neopets that spend like crazy.
Because of this many natives from all over the
ocean moved to the city to try and make their own wealth. Over time they left
their tribes, traditions and homes for a life in the fast lane. Two tribes survived
this sudden rush. A Jetsam tribe called Jetcham and a Tuskaninny tribe called
Livich. If you spoke the Tuskaninny tongue then you would know that Livich means
United Clan. I’ll give you a brief history.
...500 BN there were many Tuskaninny tribes
and usually fought with each other. Until a large sea monster known as Desputa
came and tried to over throw all the underwater kings. The Tuskaninny united
and fought against the beast and sent him into the giant whirlpool in the Forbidden
Canyon. They decided to unite permanently and become one tribe called Livich...
The Jetsam tribe Jetcham was named after their
rogue leader. It was more of a gang than a tribe. The small clan usually terrorises
the city, causing havoc and sometimes riots. Police have caught some members
but they get busted out the next day.
Today in the tribe of Livich a new member of
the clan was born. A Tuskaninny called Tullan. When he was introduced to the
clan for the first time in his mothers arms, it was something that no one expected.
Everyone gasped at the seal pup when they saw
it.
“Its purple!” someone gasped.
“Impossible! No Tuskaninny is born purple!”
some else shouted.
Soon arguments and shouts were darted across
the gathered crowd. Not in history has a Tuskaninny been born purple, yet the
forces of nature didn’t forbid it. Tullan’s mother knew that her son would be
an outcast. All the other Tuskaninnies were the plain four colours. Red, blue,
yellow and green. If you were painted a different colour from a special paint
brush then it meant that you excepted the way of city life and was forbidden
to come back. The tribesmen never liked to ‘soil’ their skin with chemicals
that changes your skin colour.
Tullan’s mother was afraid that she would have
to give up her child to a couple in the city. Suddenly the Tribal Elder emerged
from the crowd. Everyone stopped bickering when the Elder raised his hands for
silence. Tullan’s mother hoped in her heart.
“I know that you people are concerned about
this child. There is no need to be alarmed. This Tuskaninny was born of this
colour, not painted with foul and harsh chemicals. Maybe this is the sign from
the Gods,” he explained.
Everyone chatted and whispered among themselves.
A sign from the Gods? They seemed to be saying. Tullan’s mother gulped.
She hoped with every ounce of her heart that they would except him. The elder
raised his arms again, expecting silence to come and it did.
“Since the child has not been painted with the
foreigners brush I declare that he stays in this clan,” he declared.
Tullan’s mother’s heart fluttered with joy.
She could keep her son. The tribesmen either shouted in disagreement or in agreement
with what the elder had said.
A few months later, Tullan grew up to be a smart
and kind young seal. Tuskaninny children grow faster when they are in their
natural habitat. His village was in the caves on the side of a huge underwater
mountain. It was believed have peaked out of the surface. An explorer book called
the peak Mystery Island.
Tullan mother sent him to school as would any
other mother. She wanted her son to have the best possible, normal life but
as it turned out it wasn’t meant to be.
Tullan tried very hard to ‘fit in’ with the other
kids but the other kids rejected him and teased him. Tullan withdrew himself
and read a lot of books, which increased his intelligence. He read travels of
famous explorers that dared to venture into the deep unknown and more importantly
the surface. Tullan wanted to visit the surface. He knew he didn’t belong here.
He wanted to travel to the surface and meet others like him or different, but
he knew it was forbidden due to Tribal Taboo.
School for Tullan and for other Tuskaninny children
was a large cave filled with waterproof books, artefacts and other learning
tools No blackboard, tables or chairs were needed because they had to store
the information in their heads. Their teacher was the Tribal Elder and always
took them out on ‘field trips’ to get first hand experience on how do things.
He taught them about the Gods, their sea and of course the ‘dangerous’ city.
Tullan swam as fast as he could out of the school
cave. It was the end of class for that day. Tullan was excited to get out and
have some freedom to explore before he had to come home for dinner. He went
to his secret place. A small hidden cave. He filled it with interesting trinkets
and books about explorers travels.
He swam inside the cave to grab his backpack
that was filled with rope, binoculars, food and other essentials. He knew that
these weren’t necessary but it made him feel like he’s going on a real expedition.
He heaved the backpack on his back and fitted
his Kauboy hat on. He swam out and started to explore around the place. After
a while he found some thing shiny on the ground. With glee he picked up the
mysterious object and brought it up close to his face.
It was a round flat circle. It was shiny and
yellow-gold colour. It had 1 NP written on both sides. Tullan had seen many
of these around. He wondered if they were from the surface. None of the books
he read mentioned this kind of thing. Happy with his find Tullan popped it in
his back pack and explored further.
Meanwhile. The Jetcham clan was outside of their
hideout. Their hideout was a hidden cave on the outskirts of Maraqua. There
were 12 in the group all together but none of them were painted. Jetcham, the
rogue leader was a blue colour with a large scar down his left eye. The ancient
injury also blinded him in that eye but didn’t hinder him.
The rest were different colours and had distinct
features that could tell them apart. This was a good thing because if these
features weren’t in place than anyone would have a hard time telling which one
was which.
“I have called a meeting today because we are
going broke!” the leader growled eyeing some of the member of his clan. They
gulped. Some of them had been spending too much of the loot.
“So,” he continued. “I have found a place full
of riches beyond your wildest dreams!”
The gang cheered.
“And the best thing is that it is very easy
to clam it!” Jetcham smiled his wicked smile
“So where is it boss?” asked a clan member.
“It was right under our noses boys, but according
to my sources the treasure was buried by Koi pirates about 400BN. It’s located
at the foot of the Surface Mountain. Which you know that is the largest mountain
in the seven seas and it’s peak makes up Mystery Island,” Jetcham explained
“A Tuskaninny clan live in the side of the mountain,
boss. How on earth are we going to get the gold?” asked a red Jetsam.
“I have already thought about this,” replied
the rogue leader.
“And with careful calculations we can blow a
large hole and reveal the large burial... Because it is very deep we have strong
explosives,” Jetcham explained further.
"But boss wouldn’t that blow up the Tuskaninny
village?” asked a green Jetsam.
Jetcham eyed the green Jetsam “So? What’s your
problem? Are you going to let a bunch of stupid Tuskaninnies get in the way
of wealth and riches?” he growled. He didn’t like when someone wanted to change
his plan or create obstacles.
The green Jetsam shook his head quickly. He
knew if he crossed his leader his head would be on a plate.
“Good,” barked Jetcham. “I have the explosives
already but we can’t plant them if we are seen”
“Why don’t we go at night boss?” asked another
blue Jetsam.
“Because you num-nut, we can’t see in the dark.
If we used flash lights they will see us a mile away!” he replied, his brow
narrowed
“Some one is near our hideout!” a Jetsam cried.
“What! Who?” barked Jetcham alerted to the new
situation.
“A Tuskaninny sir! He’s just wondering around,”
the Jetsam replied.
Jetcham joined the lookout Jetsam and saw a
purple Tuskaninny with a backpack and a Kauboy hat.
Jetcham eyes glared evilly. “He’s a purple Tuskaninny!
Probably from the village. Hmmm.... that gives me an idea...”
Back to Tullan. Tullan found a few more gold
coins and a rusty necklace. He decided to get back and head off home.
“Hello there, nice to see another life form
roaming the ancient sea,” a voice said smoothly behind him.
Tullan turned to see a large blue Jetsam with
a large ugly scar that ran down his left eye. He heard about Jetsams, they were
tough and sometimes mean. The Jetsam was smiling a warm smile, yet something
about him scared Tullan. Tullan moved backwards.
“No need to be alarmed little one. I mean you
no harm,” he replied smoothly. “I noticed you were exploring around here. You’LL
find nothing here, but I know a place where you can explore until your heart’s
content!”
Tullan looked at him with curiosity but his
heart was beating mad. He explored this place thousands of times but a completely
new place was like heaven. Tullan smiled liking the offer.
“What do I have to do?” he asked excitedly.
The Jetsam smiled and handed Tullan a bunch
of red sticks that was taped together. It had some kind of circle with numbers
on it. Tullan looked at it curiously. He had never seen such a thing before.
“What is it?” asked Tullan.
“It’s a tracker,” Jetcham lied. “I’m a researcher
and I want to know how many natives are living in different areas. Since one
tracker isn’t enough to track your entire village I want you to plant them around
the village.”
Jetcham handed him a map.
“See,” Jetcham explained by pointing his fingers
on the locations that he marked with a large red X “You must place them in these
locations so we can get it at maximum effect.”
“Why can’t you do it?” asked Tullan suspiciously.
“Oh... uh... because it must be done at night
and us Jetsams can’t see well in the dark,” he explained quickly.
“Okay, I’LL tell the village Elder that we’ll.....”
“No don’t tell him a thing!” Jetcham’s voice
seemed to be in alarm. He knew the village well and knew the Elder wouldn’t
fall for his trick.
“Huh? Why not?” asked Tullan in confusion.
“Uh... because he’LL not permit them. You must
understand that I have to know how many natives are in this area and the Elder
thinks technology is ‘Taboo’.”
Tullan nodded. He knew that the Village Elder
is an old fashion guy and thinks technology would bring a downfall on the village.
“Alright, I’LL do it but I want to know where
the exploring location is first,” he agreed.
“I’LL tell you after the job is completed,”
the Jetsam promised.
“Alright then” sighed Tullan.
“Stay here, I’LL get the rest of the ‘trackers’”
the Jetsam ordered and turned away.
As the Jetcham was swimming away he rubbed his
fins together and couldn’t help chuckle an evil laugh.
It was night time in the deep blue ocean. The
city of Maraqua was a far distant light. Tullan would often sit on a high rock
and look at it for the longest time but not tonight. Tonight he was on a mission.
To plant trackers to help a Jetsam get some information. He felt like he was
on a little adventure but instead of being in books it was for real life.
Tullan had it good, so he thought. It was easy
to plant the trackers around the village and he’LL be exploring a place far
beyond his wildest dreams.
Jetcham gave him a whole crate of ‘trackers’.
When the village was asleep Tullan snuck around quietly planting the trackers
in the locations where he was told. He did the job quickly and decided to give
the crate back to the Jetsam.
Tullan went back to where he had met the Jetsam
earlier but he wasn’t there. He wondered around, looking where he might be when
he stumbled upon a cave. Light was shining out like a candle in the dark. He
approached it and peeked in. He saw the Jetsam that he met earlier and 11 other
of his kind but consist of different colours.
“See I told you boys, easy money! Soon we shall
have those riches in our fins!” chuckled Jetcham popping a cigar in his mouth.
“Yeah tricking that dumb Tuskaninny was a good
idea boss!” praised a yellow Jetsam.
“Calling the explosives trackers was a great
cover up. I can’t believe he fell for that!” a red Jetsam chuckled.
Explosives. The word seem to echo in
Tullan’s head. He read about them. Surface people used them to blow up things.
They were very powerful and if within the radius of the explosion you can die
or get badly injured. Anger swelled in his chest. He brow drawn together. He
was mad. He didn’t like when he was tricked, no one does. He decided to teach
the Jetsams a lesson.
He swam back to the village as fast as his tail
could propel him. He had to get the explosives out of there before his village
blew sky high, literally. As soon as he got there he wasted no time putting
the explosives in the crate. Not thinking what it could do if he handled it
wrong way he quickly stacked them in neatly.
As soon as he placed the last one in the crate
he swam like a torpedo in the water towards the Jetsams hideout. He carefully
placed them a good distance away. He just wanted to trigger something, not blow
them up. After some quick calculations and some adjusting he swam towards the
cave.
“Okay boys, I think it’s time to get our fortune,”
Jetcham said with a wicked smile. “The blast should go in 2 minutes.”
The clan cheered.
“Blast?” asked Tullan suddenly drawing Jetcham’s
attention towards him.
“Oh uh, finished already!” cried Jetcham in
surprise. “Good, good!”
“Yeah now tell me where is the location is,”
Tullan demanded.
“It’s near Forbidden Canyon. Two miles south
from there,” the blue Jetsam said quickly.
Now he had the location he told them what he
knew.
“I know about your little scheme!” cried Tullan
“You tried to trick me but I found out about your little game!”
“What!” cried the Jetsam. “How?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out!”
teased Tullan.
Jetcham growled. He could ring the Tuskaninny’s
neck. Then he realized if he knew his trick then the explosives wouldn’t be
at the village.
“Okay wise guy! Where did you put the explosives
then?” he barked.
“Oh you’LL find out... just.... about... now!”
cried Tullan.
With a small smile he swam away leaving the
group of Jetsams to hear far way explosions. Large explosions could be heard
from the village to Maraqua. The explosives were indeed powerful. The ground
seemed to shake and quake in terror. Large cracks crept from the explosions
towards the cave.
“GET OUT!!!!!” cried Jetcham, but it was too
late.
The roof already begun to collapse from the
vibrations. Rocks large and small fell, though slowed by water they came down
fast and hard. None of the Jetsams were game to challenge the falling rocks,
not even Jetcham.
The rocks began to pile up and blocked the entrance
and exit of the cave. As soon as the rumbling stopped. The terrified the Jetsams
realized that they were trapped. Jetcham face grew ugly with anger and rage.
He turned and foul mouth and cursed like a dragon that was disturbed in it’s
slumber. And the worst thing was that he took it out on his clan.
“I’LL get that purple blob! Even if it KILLS
ME!” Jetcham screamed at his clan.
The gang didn’t know what was scarier Jetcham
or the sudden cave in.
Meanwhile Tullan watched from a distance. The
explosions lit up the dark sea. He smiled. He was successful at his job. Suddenly
a hand was gently touched his shoulder and made Tullan jump. He quickly turned
and saw the Tribal Elder. His eyes were watching the show of explosions. Then
they turned to Tullan’s.
“You did the right thing. Never trust the Jetsams
around here, especially from that gang,” he said soft but wise. “Though they
tricked you, you proved them wrong”
Tullan’s eyes were wide as dinner plates.
“You knew?” he asked in surprise.
“Of course little one, I know everything that
goes on around here. After all it was my job,” he replied softly.
“But how?” asked Tullan.
“That’s a secret that only Elders know,” he
replied with a smile.
“So why didn’t you stop me?” he asked.
“Because you had to learn on your own. If you
didn’t take the explosives out I would of taken action myself,” he replied.
Tullan nodded. He turned back to the show that
sparkled in the distance. He was in time to see a large cloud of dust. He knew
that it was over and the Jetsams wont be bothering them for a looooooong time.
The End
Author’s note: All characters are fictional. If you like voice your opinion
then Neomail me!
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