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The Neopian Times Week 111 > Continuing Series > All The Colours: Part Three

All The Colours: Part Three

by hot_pink_lizard

Four hours later, Immacolata trotted through the door as though nothing had happened. She calmly helped herself to lunch and ate it slowly, while we all stared at her expectantly. After about five minutes the Aisha looked up, as though only just realising we were there.

     "What?"

     "IMMACOLATA MAGDALENE!" I barked, my temper getting the better of me. "By the mother of all Wombats, you better tell us what you've found out or there will be trouble!"

     She sighed, unfolding her laptop and opening a file. After a moment, she looked at us, deadly serious.

     "Firstly, I have discovered how we find the Extra-Dimensional Limbo. There is an article known as the Ethereal Compass. It is capable of finding anyone and anything, but only a certain bloodline of pets can use it. Rumour has it that it once belonged to a powerful Pirate Captain named RedBeard, but the Compass was lost."

     "Well, it's a start. I reckon if we ask around Krawk Island, we'll find out more," I reasoned. Immacolata nodded.

     "Already done. I have my… ah… sources probing the local community for information. But there is more."

     "There always is," Elenna mumbled. Her head was pounding and the Christmas Uni was not in a good mood.

     "I have found our opponent. She is a fallen Uber Light Faerie who challenged the Faerie Queen's rule. And when the Shoyru said you couldn't kill a Faerie, he was lying. You can, and it has been done."

     "An Uber Faerie, though." I looked at Hina, who shrugged.

     "AS I WAS SAYING, it can be done. However, it has only been done on four occasions. And as for Uber Faeries…" The Blue Aisha savoured the moment, half closing her eyes. "That has been done once. It all ties together."

     We just stared as she continued the story.

     "There was once a great weapon, it's name now unknown, that was crafted in the midst of the great Faerie Wars. It was so powerful that its creator, a rogue Faerie named Junadila and her four pets, challenged the false Queen to a duel, to the death. Junadila won, though shortly after she and her companions were consumed by the power they had created. The weapon, however, was too dangerous to be left intact. It was broken into five parts, those parts scattered across Neopia."

     Elenna sighed. "That's so cliché. That's what they do with ALL the unstoppable super weapons, and someone always manages to unite all the pieces. It'd be a really short story otherwise." I noticed she was casually ignoring the 'consumed by power' part.

     Immacolata nodded. "On this occasion, we are going to have to be cliché and unite the pieces. No one is quite sure where the five pieces were hidden, but my contacts had their suspicions. Each of the pieces alone is capable of killing a Faerie. One and a half thousand years ago, a great Pharaoh named Mutankhanune destroyed a powerful Water Faerie that was threatening to drown the Lost Desert. The weapon he used, a great spear, was buried in his tomb, surrounded by guardians and traps. A great knight named Fall Wing battled the Air Faerie Lothiku over Meridell, his Glaive remains in his family as a treasured heirloom."

     Elenna gulped, suddenly looking distracted. I could guess exactly why. Elenna is related to a very old family of Noble Uni in Meridell, with a great Knight tradition, and I guessed the family Immacolata was talking about was hers. That could spell problems.

     "A Fire Faerie that attempted to burn Mystery Island to nothingness was slain with a single arrow, though where her body fell is unknown. Finally, the Snowager himself killed an Earth Faerie that was levelling the peak of Terror Mountain to the ground. This suggests that a fourth piece is hidden in his lair. The fifth piece is lost for all eternity, but with the Ethereal Compass, assuming such an item exists…"

     "Well, it's the best plan we've got." I stood up, rubbing my hands together with anticipation. "The Tomb of Mutankhanune, eh? Well, what are we waiting for? Lets get packing!"

     "Shouldn't we go to HQ on this one?" Elenna glanced at me with a slightly worried expression. I shook my head determinedly, a fierce smile starting to work its way onto my face.

     "No. This is personal. That Faerie is going to rue the day she messed with my family."

* * * * *

"Tent?"

     "Check!"

     "Food?"

     "Check!"

     "Okay, Euston, we are go for lift off. I repeat, we are go for lift off."

     "Hina, Elenna, stop fooling around. If I've got these equations wrong, we could all plummet to a horrible death."

     You were probably wondering how we got off Faerieland when only one of us has wings. Well, even if you weren't, I'm going to tell you. Since I'm planning a Minor in Aeronautics, I'd be ashamed of myself if I couldn't build a set of small hang gliders and calculate how much weight we could carry safely. Except my maths isn't always foolproof.

     Elenna, of course, didn't need a glider, but she couldn't carry much weight and fly the whole way with us so she had a small emergency parachute strapped to her back, with Neca, her Snowbunny, in a pouch.

     Hina's glider wasn't exactly elegant, because he had a tendency to crash it. Originally it had been a huge, multicoloured parrot, in honour of his Mystery Island heritage, but the beak and trailing tail was slightly battered and there were patches in the wings. He'd also insisted on spray-painting the words 'The Parrot of Doom' along the body.

     I wasn't even sure what Immacolata's glider was supposed to be of. The words on the side said 'The Silence', which was creepy enough, but the head was vaguely reptilian, vaguely rat-like, the wings much like those of a Dragon. It was also pitch black. Unlike the other two, there weren't legs or claws underneath, only straps to hold the Aisha steady. She'd helped me make it herself, and I had a feeling it was a lot faster and more manoeuvrable than the rest.

     Mine was the biggest, crafted in the shape of a Dragon, my favourite fantastical beast. It was a bright, ruby red, with four limbs to hold my larger, longer and thinner body in place. The wingspan dwarfed the other three, although Elenna's natural wings came close. I'd named it 'Marialysra' in honour of a great Red Dragon, although it didn't come anywhere close to how scary she had been.

     It was vaguely saddening to leave Waterlily's glider, an emerald green wyvern rather eccentrically named 'Death From Above', hanging on the wall of the entrance hall. She'd been so enthusiastic about them, she'd put in as many hours as I had to make the hang glider and then spent entire days surfing the gentle air currents around Faerieland. The numerous times she'd crashed it; she'd panicked and fussed until it was fixed. I lifted it once, the light frame tilting into my arms like it had done so many times, before placing the silk wyvern back on it's hooks. She'd come back to fly it again. I'd do my utmost to make sure of that.

     Finally, we were ready. I strapped myself into Marialysra, checking my pets were in place. Time for a leap of faith.

     Now don't get me wrong, Faerieland is a great place for flying. Providing you don't go right under the cloud, where you'll hit the Doldrums, a place of complete still air that instantly kills your lift, there are lots of nice currents and thermals to make it easy for pets to fly up and down again. It's just that flinging yourself off a large cloud hovering at thirty thousand feet above sea level, putting all your trust in an admittedly rather flimsy glider when you don't know if you've done your maths right and the load you're carrying isn't too heavy, takes a lot of guts.

     So, offering up a short prayer to the Mother of all Wombats, I went first.

To be continued...

Previous Episodes

All The Colours: Part One

All The Colours: Part Two

All The Colours: Part Four

All The Colours: Part Five

All The Colours: Part Six

All The Colours: Part Seven

All The Colours: Part Eight

All The Colours: Part Nine

All The Colours: Part Ten

All The Colours: Part Eleven

All The Colours: Part Twelve

All The Colours: Part Thirteen

All The Colours: Part Fourteen

All The Colours: Part Fifteen

All The Colours: Part Sixteen

All The Colours: Part Seventeen

All The Colours: Part Eighteen

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