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The Neopian Times Week 12 > Short Stories > How Moeioe Got His Wings

How Moeioe Got His Wings

by Tdyans

Moeioe was a young Moehog, and as you may know, Moehogs are by far not the most popular NeoPets around. Moeioe knew that many people thought Moehogs were ugly, certainly not cute or beautiful like some of the other pets out there. He figured this was why he had been abandoned once upon a time. You see, Moeioe had been left in the pound when he was only a few hours old, and although he had been too young to remember that terrible time, he knew that it must have been because he was a disappointment to his old owner in some way. But his new owner, Tdyans, had taken him away from the pound and given him a wonderful home, and Moeioe was sure he knew the reason for this also. He wasn't athletic or brilliant like his older brother Achilles81, a cloud gelert, nor was he brave and strong or handsome like his other older brother MaxKanine, a green lupe. But he did have one thing--Moeioe was painted fire. He was very proud of his appearance--the jet black coat with orange flames licking up his legs, the ash grey tusks and hooves and mohawk to top it all off--and he knew that Tdyans loved it too. She had spent a lot of Neopoints to buy the brush for him shortly after she had adopted him, and she often said that it was her favourite colour for any NeoPet. This, more than anything else, made Moeioe happy. He had something that made him lovable despite everything else.

Being painted fire, there was only one kind of Moehog that Moeioe envied, and those were the Faerie Moehogs. He had never actually seen one in person. He knew the Faerie Paint Brushes were extremely expensive and thought that perhaps people didn't want to waste that kind of money on a Moehog. But he'd seen pictures and could only imagine how wonderful it would be to be able to fly.

***

One day, it was a day like any other day really, Moeioe woke up to the sensation of his hornsby Gil's cold snout pressed against his face. He smiled at Gil and climbed out of bed, ready to face another day at the training school on Mystery Island. He left his room and clomped happily down the stairs toward the kitchen. Achilles81, who was at the breakfast table reading the newspaper just like every morning, called out as he heard Moeioe's hooves on the stairwell. "Hey Moeioe, it says here they're giving the Fire Moehogs a makeov--" He stopped abruptly as Moeioe entered the room, staring wide-eyed at his little brother. MaxKanine stopped flipping pancakes to stare also, and the looks on their faces made Moeioe very nervous.

"A m-makeover?" he said. "What do you mean?

Achilles, shaken out of his stupor, glanced down at the paper again and answered, "Uh, it says here they wanted to make you guys look 'flashier.'" Moeioe gasped, turned around and headed back upstairs as quickly as he could. He hadn't looked in a mirror this morning, thinking he would look as he always did. What would he look like when he got there? The shocked looks on his brothers' faces, as well as the word "flashier" plagued his already anxious mind. Flashier? Didn't they know, a Moehog was a simple NeoPet, the last thing he wanted to be was "flashy."

Finally, he reached the mirror, and his mouth fell open in horror. His jet-black fur was no longer quite so black as it had been, the flames simply weren't the same, and worst of all, his grey mohawk was replaced by leaping flames. A Moehog without a mohawk was bad enough, but this hair-do made him look like a Kyrii on a sugar-high! Achilles and Maxi, having followed him upstairs, now crept slowly into the room, afraid of what his reaction was going to be. "Moeioe," Maxi said slowly, "It's really not so bad..."

"Tdyans will hate it," Moeioe said dejectedly, turning away from the mirror. His ears and tail drooping, he walked past his brothers and out of the room, muttering, "I'm going to school now." Max and Achi exchanged looks, but they did not know what to do.

By the time he had left their Neohome, Moeioe was sure of what he had to do. He couldn't stay here. He loved Tdyans and he didn't want to be a disappointment to her as he had undoubtedly been to his first owner. Most of all he didn't want to face being rejected by her; he just wanted to remember her as someone who had loved him once. When he got on the boat that normally took him to Mystery Island, he instead asked the porter to take him to Neopia Central. He was running away. He'd never see his family again, but they'd be better off without him.

Moeioe wandered the streets of Neopia Central, occasionally going into a shop to see if they would offer him a job. As he recieved rejection after rejection, he began to simply ask for handouts in his desperation, but those were not forthcoming either. As the sun began to disappear over the horizon, Moeioe watched sadly as the other NeoPets headed home with their owners, leaving him alone on the darkened streets. His stomach grumbled, and to make matters worse, a similar sound echoed from the sky just as it opened up and the rain came pouring down.

Moeioe ran through the rain, searching for shelter, but he had little hope that anyone would take a NeoPet like him in. Suddenly, he saw a strange building ahead. It was shaped like a large cauldron, but the windows and door showed that it was undoubtedly a house. Despite his waning confidence, something told Moeioe that he would find safety here, so he trotted up to the door and scratched at it timidly with his hoof. A woman opened the door and Moeioe looked up at her. Her features and clothes were plain and practical, but then Moeioe noticed the wings springing from her back. This woman was a faerie?! She swept him inside before he had a chance to express his surprise and clucked at him as she dried him off with a soft towel, "Now what are you doing out alone in this weather little fellow? You're not at all like the pets I usually get around here." Moeioe looked around the dimly lit room to see that there were plain and thin pets all around the room, definitely strays. He realised then that this must be the Soup Faerie. He'd heard of her before, but had never seen her as Tdyans had too many Neopoints to visit her.

The Soup Faerie cleaned Moeioe up and gave him a warm bowl of soup, and then she sat and listened as he explained his story. When he had finished, the Soup Faerie nodded sagely and said, "Well, it's a good thing you left, before you found out how your owner really felt about you." Moeioe felt this was absolutely true, but there was something about the way the Faerie said it that made him wonder if she really did or not. He curled up on a pile of pillows in the corner with all the other homeless pets, falling asleep even as he continued to ponder just what the Soup Faerie was trying to tell him.

***

"The scent's strong now, he's definitely nearby!" Moeioe awoke to the sound of familiar voices from outside the Soup Faerie's strange cottage. He left the group huddled on the makeshift bed and ran over to look out the window. Staring out, he saw none other than Maxi and Achilles, both with their noses to the ground. Max dashed up to the door and scratched at it, remarking to someone, "He's in here!" And then Moeioe saw that behind his brothers was Tdyans and she was walking toward the door. With a groan, he ducked from the window and ran to hide beneath a small table in the corner.

The door opened and he could hear Tdyans talking to the Soup Faerie. She sounded distraught, but it couldn't be because he was missing. It was probably because she'd wasted so much money on him. "Well," he heard the Soup Faerie answer, "You're welcome to look around for him." He saw his family begin searching the room for him, while the Soup Faerie headed straight back to the table where he still cowered. Suddenly, as he was concentrating on his searching family, a small figure ran into him, jabbing him with its sharp horns. Moeioe stifled a yelp and looked down at the creature that was now licking him excitedly to see that Gil had apparently come along for the hunt also. "Well," the Soup Faerie whispered to him, "It looks as though your Hornsby still recognises you."

Tdyans got down on her hands and knees to peer under the table to where Gil had disappeared. She gasped when she caught sight of the cowering little moehog and she reached out and pulled him to her. "Oh Moeioe, where have you been? I was so worried about you."

Cradled in the familiar warmth of his owner's arms, Moeioe wondered himself what he had been thinking when he ran away, but then he caught sight of his reflection in a mirror across the room and he hid his face against her soft shirt. "Oh Tdyans, I'm so sorry. I just didn't want you to be ashamed of me," he whimpered.

"Moeioe," Tdyans said gently, as she lifted his face to look into his watery eyes, "Why would I ever be ashamed of you?"

"Because--because I look like this!"

Tdyans clutched him tighter and began to speak. "Oh Moeioe, that's not your fault. And it doesn't matter what you look like. I love you, you silly little Moehog, for who you are, and I only painted you because I wanted how you looked on the outside to reflect what I knew was on the inside."

Sniffling a little, Moeioe looked up at her again. He saw the sincerity of her words in her eyes, which were just as watery as his. Suddenly Moeioe realised that, despite everything that had happened, he was happier than he'd ever been before. He'd always known his family loved him, but now he truly understood what that love meant. He smiled up at his owner and she smiled back, patting him affectionately on the head. The familiar gesture felt different, bringing Moeioe back to the awareness of his new hairdo. Looking up at Tdyans again, he said, "Okay, I know it doesn't matter what I look like, but..."

Tdyans laughed. "I understand, you're not too fond of the new look. I agree, to be honest, it doesn't suit you." Moeioe took this as a compliment. "Well," she sighed, "You've always admired the faerie pets, haven't you?" Moeioe gave her a shocked look, both because he had never actually told his owner about his secret dreams of flying and because of the suggestion he sensed she was about to make. "I guess we'll just have to save up until we can get you a faerie paint brush." Moeioe was about to object--he couldn't possibly ask his owner to spend that much on him--when suddenly a third voice pulled them out of their private world and back into the homey room they were sitting in.

"That won't be necessary," the Soup Faerie's voice rang out from where she stood above them. They both turned to look at her questioningly. "Normally I cannot bless NeoPets like my cousins the Uber-Faeries, both because I do not live close enough to the source of our power, Faerieland, and because I use most of what power I do have to feed the poor pets who come to my kitchen. But once a year, when Faerieland floats closest to Neopia Central, I am able to grant one truly deserving wish, and this year I know what that wish was meant to be."

Moeioe was still not sure what the Soup Faerie was going to do, but he watched in awe as she raised her wand above him and a light began to radiate from it, illuminating her until her simple clothes and plain face were eclipsed by the astounding light. Feeling a strange tingling sensation all over his body, Moeioe looked down to where Tdyans was still holding him in her arms and realised with surprise that he was glowing also. Finally, the light began to fade until everything seemed to be back to normal, but Moeioe still felt different somehow. From the other side of the room, he heard MaxKanine exclaim, "Moeioe look!"

Moeioe looked down at himself curiously and gasped. The almost-black fur with orange and yellow flames was gone, replaced by soft light blue fur, and suddenly Moeioe realised what the Soup Faerie had done for him. He turned his head to look at his back and saw two intricate blue and green wings sprouting from it. He flapped them experimentally, and then looked up at Tdyans, ecstatic. "Tdyans, I've got wings! I--I can fly!"

She smiled and nodded, releasing him from her grasp as he continued to flap, rising a few feet into the air before flopping onto the ground and landing on his nose. He looked up sheepishly as Tdyans laughed gently, "Well, you can learn anyway." She helped him up off of the floor and he grinned at her before turning to the Soup Faerie.

"Thank you, so much," he said reverently.

The Soup Faerie smiled. "Thank yourself Moeioe; you deserved your wish because your heart was true. You've learned an important lesson today my dear. Never forget what really matters, you're very loved no matter what you are on the outside." Moeioe nodded his head and then turned to face his family, who were all waiting for him by the door. Joining them, he headed outside into the brilliant sunlight that seemed even brighter after the raging storm of the night before, and he practiced his flying as they headed back toward home.

The End

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