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The Neopian Times Week 130 > Short Stories > The Nameless Faerie

The Nameless Faerie

by different_dragons

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."

     Skylia nodded.

     "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 to her.

     Now, Skylia helps out in the Faerie Queen's tower, but she's also keeping an eye out of that Dark Faerie, Laria…

The End

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