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The Neopian Times Week 117 > Short Stories > The Ugly Maraquan Krawk

The Ugly Maraquan Krawk

by uiscefinsceal

Although the Maraquans are usually seen as freaks by the rest of the world, it doesn't seem to bother them, for they in turn see the freaks among their own.

     Doryenne peered out at the subaquean world from the darkness of her cave. She despised going outside, not because of how she felt of the other Maraquans she would meet there, but because of how those Maraquans felt about her. Doryenne wasn't like all the other Maraquan Krawks in her neighborhood; she was different. Even her parents couldn't explain her physical abnormality. You see, Doryenne's pelvic fins were much larger than those of normal Maraquan Krawks, almost the same size as her arms. Not only that, but she also had a pair of similar-size fins growing out of her back, near her shoulder blades, as if she had a split dorsal fin. It is because of this that Doryenne finds herself under close protection from her parents, as well as her being given the nickname "Freaky Fins" by the neighbors' kids.

     Because of how her difference made it nearly impossible for her to find friends, Dory came to resent it. She tried several methods of hiding her abnormality from herself and the world, including wrapping up the fins on her back with kelp when she went out for a swim, or burying them in the sand when she laid down to rest on the sea floor. No matter what she did, at some point she was reminded of her difference, usually when other Maraquans her age would swim out from behind their hiding places among the rocks and reefs to taunt her.

     "Hey, look, here comes the freak with the funny fins," one Maraquan Chomby called out. Doryenne had thought that the coast was clear when she decided to come out for her morning swim. At the Chomby's words, his friends gathered and began calling attention to Doryenne.

     "Hey, four-fins, where are you swimming? Back to your mom, the sea slug?" A Maraquan Acara fell over laughing at her own joke.

     Her friend, a Maraquan Mynci, chimed in, "No, silly, the sea slug's her dad. Her mom's Chiazilla!" To that, everyone laughed.

     Doryenne had enough. She turned around and swam straight back to where the crowd was. They in turn responded by screaming and swimming off back to their hiding places. "Watch out, here comes Freaky Fins! Don't let her touch you, or you'll become a freak too!" the Mynci said.

     "STOP MAKING FUN OF MY PARENTS!" Doryenne cried. "They're none of your business!" But her retort was only met with silence, as her verbal assailants had already retreated to where hence they came. With a partly exasperated, partly deeply depressed sigh, she turned and headed off in her original direction.

     She kept swimming until she had crossed over the edge of the reef community; at that point a flicker of movement caught her eye. That Chomby! "Go away! Leave me ALONE!" Doryenne screamed in the direction of the movement, but whatever it was had gone, and there came no response. Close to reaching her breaking point again, Doryenne sobbed and swam rapidly away, off into the deep blueness of the open ocean. However, she still couldn't shake the feeling that someone or something was following her and watching her, although she no longer cared enough to turn around and look to make sure.

     If there was one thing her extra fins were good for, it was speed. With her four large fins she could outswim any other creature back where she lived. Perhaps it was because the other kids were jealous of her as to why they ridiculed her. But why did they have to poke fun at her parents? Doryenne contemplated this as she swam. It wasn't their fault she was a freak. They tried very hard to find out why she turned out to be like this, but they could find no answer. All they knew was that when Doryenne's egg entered the nursery, neither her mother or her father knew what could have happened to it in the expanse of time before it was brought back to where Doryenne's mother waited in the birthing room.

     Doryenne wondered. Who would know what could have possibly happened to her when she was an egg during that time? She knew that Water Faeries looked over the Maraquan nursery nests, but they were never known to actually do anything to the eggs that would cause the hatchlings to become deformed; in fact, they were there to make sure that the hatchlings were happy and healthy. They probably wouldn't have been able to tell that Doryenne would develop those fins, since they only appeared on her body when she turned five years of age. Or would they have known in advance, being the Faeries that they are and having the mystical powers they could have used to detect her deformity?

     Suddenly, another flicker of movement caught Doryenne's attention, bringing her out of her pensive state. But like the last one, it was gone in a split second. Somewhere close by, she heard a noise. It sounded like a deep, throbbing growl. She turned to look behind her and found herself face-to-face with what looked to be a very large, very hungry blue Jetsam. Screaming in terror, she turned and bolted off in the opposite direction, looking for some kind of shelter in which to hide herself. Stupid Krawk! She mentally scolded herself. You should have watched where you were swimming! You're nowhere NEAR the reefs now, you're out in the open ocean! There's nowhere to hide!

     Coming to this realization, she ended up having to swim in a straight line, as fast as she possibly could. Although she was still naturally fast, the Jetsam was faster. She could feel it creeping up behind her, preparing to overtake her and devour her…

     She felt a slight tugging at her fins. The Jetsam? She opened one eye to look, and met the gaze of a beautiful Water Faerie. Opening her other eye and turning to look, she noticed that she was flanked by two Water Faeries, each one taking hold of one of the fins on her back. The Jetsam was still behind her, gaining on her.

     "Help me!" Doryenne cried out in a wheeze to the Faeries. But the Faerie on her left side only turned to face the one on Doryenne's right side.

     "Ready?" it asked.

     "Ready for what?" Doryenne asked in reply, puzzled.

     "Ready!" said the other Faerie, and in unison they pulled down on the fins.

     "Ow!" Doryenne yelped, just before the change in water flow over her fins caused her to change direction, sending her straight up. Within a split second she shot right up out of the water, into the air, where large clouds were spread across the sky above. But before the forces of gravity could pull her back down towards the ocean's surface, where the Jetsam followed and was waiting with open jaws, a sudden strong wind grabbed Doryenne's body and whisked her skyward, much to her discontent. "Heeeeeeelp!!!" she screamed, watching as the surface of the ocean seemed to become less and less rough as she gained altitude, in a similar manner that the ripples on the sea floor began to diminish as she put more distance between herself and it when she swam. Somehow, that effect seemed to calm her, although her heart was still racing as she was swept up into the clouds.

     Surrounded by the cool, moist clouds, she felt her tenseness ebbing away. Something about this felt familiar to her, as if she was swimming through the soft sea foam that sprayed off from the ocean waves on rough days. As she was just getting used to the feeling, she found herself above the clouds, resting on a rock in the middle of a large pool of water, into which flowed a tall, glistening waterfall.

     She felt as if she had been jerked back to reality, but what kind of reality was this? She had never been above the clouds before, much less above the ocean. Although she had heard legends of the world where the Water Faeries come from, known as Faerieland, she was never actually given an account of what it looked like. Maybe this is Faerieland, she thought to herself. Strange, a pool of water with a rock, supported by the clouds. Looking up, she noticed that she was surrounded by Faeries. Doryenne recognized the Water Faeries, but the legged Faeries with blue wings and lighter blue dress were foreign to her. What kind of Faeries were these?

     She turned her attention to a Water Faerie that came forth and approached her, alone. "I'm very sorry about the wild ride coming up here," the Faerie said in a calming, fluid voice. "But we felt it was time that you learned your true calling. No creature blessed by the Faeries should suffer a life of ridicule like that which you have led. We never meant any harm when we intervened in your physical development following your birth and hatching."

     Doryenne was taken aback.

     "My physical development? So it was you who gave me these… these mutated fins?"

     "My dear… we deeply regret the fact that we never truly finished what we had started so long ago. We didn't mean for you to grow up with extra fins, we meant to bless you with something more fitting of you as a creature blessed by the Faeries."

     The Water Faerie backed up, spreading her arms wide. Above her head, an orb of blue light appeared, resolving into the shape of what looked to Doryenne like a necklace. The Water Faerie took it down and brought it to Doryenne, placing it around the Maraquan Krawk's neck.

     "This is a magical necklace, worn only by Water Faeries. We give it to you, as a device of protection as well as a sign that you are a creature of the Water Faeries and are more deserving of respect among those who might ridicule you for your differences."

     The Water Faerie turned and swam back to join the circle of Faeries that surrounded Doryenne. "Th-thank you," Doryenne stammered, surprised that a Faerie would do something so kind as to offer her a gift, when back where she came from the only gifts she got were from her parents, the only people she could feel happy with in a world where she was taunted by strangers. Just then, a Faerie of the foreign kind stepped forth, her dress seeming to flow in the cool breeze.

     "We are the Air Faeries of Faerieland, the main reason why you were given those, so you say, 'extra fins'. But because we aren't fully able to venture down into the underwater realm of Maraqua, where you were born, we were not able to complete the spell that we cast on you in order to fully develop your 'fins'. So now, in this sacred Rainbow Fountain, we shall finish what we had started, as our gift to you."

     With that, the Air Faerie stepped back and rejoined the circle of Faeries. Each Faerie then raised their hands up above their heads and began chanting in a strange, unified tone. Doryenne watched them, confused by their behavior. What was this 'gift' that the Air Faeries were going to give her? What was this 'spell' they had tried to cast on her, but failed in completing, so many years ago? Suddenly, she began to feel a tingling in the fins on her back. She turned her head around to look and was surprised to see them glowing with a bright blue light. They shifted position, moving into place directly over her respective shoulder blades, then began growing in length until each one was at least as long as her tail. Seeing her fins transforming in such a strange way caused it to dawn on her - these weren't fins to begin with, in fact, they were never fins at all. They were wings!

     As the Faeries ended their chanting, the glow from Doryenne's wings died away. For once, Doryenne looked at the appendages on her back and was delighted. Unlike the short, stubby fins she once had, these wings were big, beautiful, and seemed to radiate with Faerie grace. She tried flapping them for the first time, gaining a bit of altitude, and then spread them out to catch the air and glide back down. The Faeries clapped and cheered, glad that they were able to make their Krawk happy as well.

     "Thank you!!!" Doryenne called out, kicking the air with her wings to bring her back up. "Thank you so much!" The fairies called back their individual welcomes in gleeful voices, waving in farewell as Doryenne turned and sailed off, down into the clouds and back towards her home, where she knew no one would look at her for her deformity ever again, but instead from now on for her beauty and grace, given to her from the gifts from the Faeries.

The End

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