The Nameless Faerie
Forlorn, angered, sullen, nameless -- Such are the characteristics
of a certain Light Faerie.
A young Light Faerie flew in the darkened sky,
feeling the night wind tickle her sleek wings as she rustled past the lofty
trees below her. She was deeply troubled, as she often was. Her face was streaked
with misery, her eyebrows set at a forlorn angle. She was known as Skylia.
Skylia was many things. She was a Faerie blessed
with powers many would've loved to have. She was sheltered and taught at the
Faerie Academy back home at Faerieland. She was bright and clever, possessing
wondrous abilities which her fellow faeries envied. She had a lovely face, even
though years of depression had worn the brightness that was once there. She
was fed at regular intervals, and had many qualities to call her own. Skylia
was a fortunate Faerie, but among all things, she was unhappy.
Why? Why would she be sad, despite leading a
life much more fortunate than others? Why should she be complaining, of all
the things she had? Just why? The answer lies in her identity. She had no name.
She was nameless.
The Faerie was alone, solitary throughout her
life. She was friendless, because of her aloof personality. No one knew her
name, not even the Faerie herself. Skylia was a name she'd created, but she'd
never known her true name. And without this name, she was unhappy. A name gave
a Faerie personality. A name gave a Faerie identity. A name gave a Faerie uniqueness
from all the faeries out there in Neopia. Without it, Skylia was an ordinary
Faerie, just one of the characters in the Faerie world.
Throughout the ages, Skylia grew to be a headstrong,
beautiful Faerie. But after years of trying to search for her hidden name, she
had closed her spirit. She had shielded herself from the outside. She became
distant; she remained silent until spoken to, never leaving her world of darkness.
Those who'd try to make friends with her quickly gave up, after she'd forced
them away. Skylia didn't know why this happened, but perhaps it had to do with
her shame of being a nameless Faerie.
But, all hope was not lost, for on one fateful
day, Skylia had found something, a clue. After all that time, tirelessly questing
for her name, she'd discovered this interesting fact: her name wasn't forgotten,
nor was it lost. It wasn't accidentally misplaced, nor was it simply not remembered.
It was stolen. Yes, so wrongly and wickedly taken from her by a sinful Dark
Faerie - Laria.
And so now, pain and anger drove Skylia on her
quest to find this Dark Faerie. An enraged Skylia was bursting with questions:
Why was her name stolen? Why did it have to be her? And why, did Laria still
have her name, while Skylia didn't? Skylia escaped from the Faerie Academy,
and her journey began.
A year passed, and Skylia was still on the hunt
for her true identity. She'd looked for Laria in Meridell, in Mystery Island,
and even in Maraqua's ruins underwater, despite her feeble swimming skills.
But, stubborn as she was, Skylia was determined to find her name.
And so, Skylia was still morose.
The young Light Faerie soared past the forests
and immense trees, as she arrived at a glistening lake, lit by the pallid light
streaming so radiantly from the pale moon hovering overhead. The midnight skies
were coloured the deepest shade of blue, mottled neatly with glimmering stars.
Skylia swiftly and skilfully swooped downwards, with a tranquil breeze aiding
her dive. Quick as a flash, she pulled away from her plummet, and gently landed
upon a strong, sturdy brunch from a tree close by.
Skylia gazed at the surrounding landscape, her
heart heavy with lost hope. She sighed, but soon after, something intriguing
caught her keen hazel eyes.
Out in the peaceful waters, were two Neopets,
a silver Jetsam and a blue Flotsam. It appeared to Skylia that they were fighting
a battle, or supposed to be fighting a battle, for this match was extremely
lopsided. The silver Jetsam was swimming sharply, with its lustrous skin sparkling
intensely, snapping viciously at the poor, weak Flotsam, just barely managing
to stay afloat.
Then Skylia spotted something curious: a defenceless
Pepito was cowering behind the Flotsam, shaking with mad terror. The Flotsam
was protecting its petpet! And so, the Flotsam, no matter how difficult the
battle was, or how much damage it was taking, wouldn't surrender and leave the
Pepito alone with the hungry Jetsam.
So the skirmish raged on. Strike after strike,
the Flotsam was taking; its body bruised and scars everywhere. Skylia started
to fly from the tree, when she saw the determination and strength blazing in
the Flotsam's eyes. Skylia hovered closer, in case she needed to stop this clash.
But she never did have to.
For at this time, presently, the Flotsam no
longer took the thumping or fierce tackles from the Jetsam. Instead, it fought
back. And it fought back with such passion and love for its petpet that the
tables had turned, quite surprisingly, onto the Jetsam. Soon after, the Jetsam
fled, swimming stroke after stroke until it disappeared into the ocean.
Skylia was impressed. The Flotsam, after being
beaten for so long, eventually managed to defend the Pepito. That inspired the
Light Faerie greatly. Just when she was about to lose hope, here came a Neopet
to show her that it was possible. Perhaps she was destined to reclaim her name.
In spite of the odds, she could find Dark Faerie Laria, just as the Flotsam
could protect its friend.
Skylia flew up to the ragged Flotsam. "What
is your name?" she asked him.
The Flotsam struggled to answer, its breathing
slow and disrupted. "I am… K-kylin."
"Kylin? That's a nice name," Skyila murmured
to herself. Then she summoned her energy and blasted a blinding flash of light
at the Neopet. For awhile, nothing could be seen but a massive radiance… hazy
smoke drifted from the explosion of golden light… then finally, things settled.
When the light began to fade, Kylin the Flotsam
searched for that Faerie who'd healed him, but their was nothing to be seen,
save a small speak of glint of golden glow in the sky… then he noticed a large
piece of metal floating on the water, bobbing up and down, synchronized with
the lake's movement. Kylin swam closer, and realized it was a tail shield, perfect
for his size. He slipped it on happily, and swam a few loops around. Kylin smiled,
silently thanking the Light Faerie, and, along with his Pepito, swam away quite
hastily, so as not to bump into any more fearsome Jetsams.
Skylia flew rapidly through the clouds and among
the Neopian stars once more. That Flotsam had really heightened her hopes. Although
she still was unhappy, she had hope. She had strength. After all, nothing is
impossible, and with this new, refreshed spirit, and the memory of that Flotsam,
she would find her name, and get it back.
"Kylin…" she whispered. "Thank you."
With these words, Skylia soared into the horizon,
and headed for a new destination, like the nomadic Faerie she was.
On a bright, clear day, when the sun sang to
all of Neopia, Skylia's luck started to change. The Light Faerie sat on a bench
nearby the Rainbow Pool in Neopia Central. She was tired, and was resting her
wings for awhile, when came a radiant glow came from nowhere, then a blinding
flash of light, and the Light Faerie had to cover her eyes… then, by magic,
the Faerie Queen was sitting alongside a weak, but heart-filled Skylia.
"You are Skylia, are you not?" Fyora questioned.
"Ye-no." The Faerie's answer was hesitant.
"I am here to help, you needn't be so fearful."
"I have seen you, so remote and silent, always
seeking for your name. Why are you not content?"
The answer came, "I am nameless."
"Perhaps, but being nameless doesn't stop you
from being who you are."
Skylia glared at the Queen. "You have a name,
how would you know?"
Fyora laughed and gazed at this remarkable young
Light Faerie with fondness. "I am nameless, as well."
Skylia stared into the Faerie Queen's eyes,
emotionless, yet disbelieving.
"I am. Fyora is my false name. I gave it to
myself. Mine was stolen, too."
"No… kidding." Skylia whispered.
"Yes. But I'm pleased with my name. It's not
real, but it's still a name. It gives personality. Skylia is a pretty name,
don't let it go to waste. Besides, you've already found your true name. Why
else did you name yourself Skylia if you didn't like it?"
The Light Faerie nodded vaguely, deep in thought.
"You've lived with that name for twenty years,
Skylia. It's truly yours. Your own. It's unique, and separates you from the
other faeries," the Faerie Queen smiled. "Now, what is your name, young Faerie?"
The Light Faerie was ready. "Skylia."
Years passed, and Skylia was content, for once.
She had found her name. After years and months of searching and hunting, Skylia
had found her name. Ironically, it was a name she had spoken with distaste for
so long, yet, in the end, it would become the missing puzzle piece to her life.
And so, Skylia has halted her search for that
Dark Faerie who's taken what was rightfully hers - but that robbery may have
been for the better. Now, Skylia has become a much more evolved and complete
being… all because that nameless Faerie, who had journeyed so many miles and
overcome great obstacles, had found the one thing in the world that truly belonged
Now, Skylia helps out in the Faerie Queen's
tower, but she's also keeping an eye out of that Dark Faerie, Laria…