The sun had not yet begun to rise from its nightly sleep,
at five forty-five in the morning, but I was rising from my pretty Kau-print
bed. I stretched my arms as high as my small muscles would allow me to, and
put on my robe.
It would only be moments before my four Neopets
raced down the stairs like Poogles, (though my youngest is a Poogle), because
I had given them the so-called "disease" of waking up early. Luckily, I'd have
enough time to get some omelettes and jelly from our pantry.
I watched the stairs as the parade reached its
destination-the kitchen. Today, they were lined oldest to youngest, Marie (Aisha),
Ponycune (Peophin), Unicute (Kacheek), and KTgirl (Poogle).
As soon as they got down the stairs, the parade
crashed. Unicute came dashing to the counter. My other Neopets followed. I handed
my pets either a breakfast of gooey jelly, or an egg-filled treat. I watched
KTgirl and Ponycune eat like Snorkles, and Marie and Unicute eat very daintily.
They rushed out to play games right after the last bite went down their esophagus.
Marie remained in the house.
"Aren't you going somewhere today? Didn't you
say you were going to Faerieland?" I asked, curiously. I always asked questions,
even when I was the only one to ask a question. Marie had an I-just-wanted-to-know
look in her Aisha eyes. Wait a minute, Aishas don't have eyes;then how can she
have a look? Did I imagine it? I'm losing myself. Anyway...
"I... I wanted to ask you something," Marie stammered.
She was embarrassed. Wow, my Neopets sure do inherit a lot of habits from me.
"Almost all the worlds have a legacy; what about Faerieland? Tyrannia, the Lost
Desert, and Meridell all had wars, Krawk and Mystery Island are like Maraqua,
and the Space Station belongs to Doctor Sloth! Doesn't Faerieland have a special
My body got hotter than a volcano, and I began
to sweat. I hated it when I didn't know answers. I noticed she left three worlds
out in her query, and that *thing* I heard about between Krawk Island and Maraqua.
I thought I would sweat all the liquid in my body, but I didn't.
"I know!" Marie exclaimed. "You can make up a
fictional legend for Faerieland! You're good at making up stories!"
I was about to tell Marie a solid NO. I could
have rejected her on the spot, but suddenly, my train of thought was on its
tracks. Ideas were sprouting up to me like daisies. So, I began telling Marie
a fake legend from scraps of my imagination.
I sat down in a red chair by our fireplace, grabbed
a Neocola, and motioned Marie to sit across from me. I didn't look like a storyteller-the
Neocola in my hand, my untidy, uncombed hair, and my dirty pajamas. I was surprised
Marie didn't seem to notice.
"Well, a long, long time ago, we did not have
the Faerieland we have today. In fact, if it wasn't for evil people, we would
have never had Faerieland. Faeries didn't have a lot of good luck. That was,
until they met a kind Kacheek name Myra."
"Didn't the Neopets Team create-" Marie commented.
I should have expected this.
"That's why they call it fiction, Marie," I said.
"Myra was raised by wise and magical Aishas, who taught her the art of magic.
She knew how to build a city like Faerie City, and a world like Faerieland.
The faeries, as of now, didn't exactly have a home, and, for Illusen, Meridell
had not yet been discovered. For years, they had stayed in homes of citizens
of Neopia at night. Some who housed faeries were blessed, but it took a toll
on the faeries' magic. This was what Faerie quests evolved from. Of course,
not all Neopians were hospitable, and the blessing for the others was bleeding
the faeries' magic dry.
"One day, all the faeries met in the Soup Kitchen-"
"Why didn't they stay in the Soup Kitchen at
night?" Marie had found yet another problem with my story. I felt like I was
in a contest.
"I like your questions, Marie, but you should
remember I am winging it," I didn't like being mean to my Neopets, and Marie
was my favorite pet.
"While the faeries were having their meeting,
a poor Blumaroo came in for soup. He was talking to his little Wocky sister
about Myra. Fyora had heard of Myra as being 'the Witch of Neopia', but the
things they were muttering to each other as they were fed gave her a better
idea of what wonderful things Myra could do. After the two poor Neopets left,
Fyora suggested going to Myra. Even the dark faeries agreed they needed to go.
"It wasn't a long journey to Myra's peaceful
home between Neopia Central and what would soon be Meridell. As you know, faeries
do have wings, and the Faerie Queen knew the terrain very well. Soon Psellia
the air Faerie was floating happily to Myra's flowery doorstep, and the other
faeries followed her, relieved to have reached their destination.
"Fyora knocked on the last door in Neopia any
Faerie would ever have to knock on for help, and Myra ran up to the door with
tea cradled in her paws like infants. Myra was not surprised at all, which did
surprise the faeries.
"'I've been expecting you,' Myra said softly.
Marie was silent, not making a single comment.
I smiled slyly.
"'Many Neopians come to my home, and ask me to
make you a place to stay. I understand both sides equally, don't get me wrong,'
Myra informed the faeries.
"'That's what we came to ask you!' a young fire
Faerie chimed in. 'We can't go on like this. We need a home! Some of the Neopians
are kind, and some are not! One even sent Fyora-' This made Fyora blush-'out!
There's a crazy Lupe trying to bottle us!' The fire faeries looked sad, as did
all the faeries. Myra had invited a rain cloud of sadness into her humble home.
"Myra sighed very heavily. 'I tire of hearing
these things from you and Neopets alike.' It didn't look hopeful. 'Because of
this, I guess I have no choice but to help.' The faeries shouted, and hugged
each other. Some danced and threw hats up in the air. None hugged Myra, for
they kept their manners with the little Kacheek"
"Who cares about manners?" The loveable, interrupting
Marie strikes again. I wanted to tape her mouth shut, because I was redder than
a beet. I held back my anger, and continued with the story.
"The Faeries worked hard to make their new home.
The Air Faeries made the clouds solid, and pushed them into form. The Water
Faeries made the Healing Springs. Jhudora created her home, and the playful
fire faeries made up games to keep them amused. The Light Faeries, who were
more serious, made shops, and, later on, the Faerie Paint Brush. The rest of
the Faeries helped Fyora create her castle. Soon, Faerieland was done at last."
"Yea!!!!" Marie clapped her hands. "What a great
story!" Well, Marie seemed to like it.
"It's not over yet!" I told Marie. As I said
that, KTgirl came home.
"Hi! What's going on? Wasn't Marie going to the
Employment Agency this morning?" she asked.
"Sit down!" Marie yelled a KTgirl went up the
stairs. "Guess who's telling a great story, but you missed some!" In vain, I
shouted, Please, someone help. KTgirl was the queen of questions. Maybe she'd
"Fyora gave Myra a Faerie totem as their token
of appreciation. She decided not to give them to Neopians, because they held
access to Faerieland. Fyora didn't trust the Neopians any longer. To her dismay,
one night, she tumbled in her bed, and a bag fell through the clouds. People
began coming to Faerieland, but no faeries saw them or noticed. That is, no
one but Doctor Frank Sloth."
"Oh no!" KTgirl screamed."Not Doctor Sloth! Has
this story been this scary the entire time?"
I ignored KTgirl, because I was sick of comments.
"Yes, the evil Doctor Sloth. He smiled an evil smile that showed very, very
ugly teeth. He looked bloodthirsty, and, being evil, he most certainly was feeling
that way. 'Mwhahahahahahaha!' he cackled to himself. 'If I could take over this,
this Faerieland, I can change it into a giant ray, and turn all the Neopets
into my mutant slaves! It's the perfect plan!' Neopians knew of Sloth, but few
knew of the existence of Faerieland. As he had said, it was the perfect plan."
"Doctor Sloth never took over Faerieland!" KTgirl
and Marie said in unison.
I sighed, and didn't answer. I just went on.
"A week later, Sloth went with his evil plan. Fyora was cleaning her throne
when he arrived
"'Hello, Fyora,' he said.
"'Is that you, Psellia?' Fyora was very comfortable
at a time when she should have been screaming for her life. No sooner did she
discover it was Doctor Sloth, he tied her up. Then, he sat on the throne and
cackled like a madman, which he was. All the other faeries surrounded him, but
he just called his guards and ordered them tied up as well. It was a time for
fast thinking, and that was something all water faeries did very well. They
came up with a plan, which they said was their only hope. They had to tell Neopian
about Faerieland, and fast.
"'We're going to have to tell them, Fyora!' Psellia
screamed as the guards came closer. 'There's no way around it! We'll just have
to trust them all!'
"'Fine,' Fyora spoke softly. Psellia made a voice
echo in the winds: Come to Faerieland-the faeries are in danger. A light Faerie
opened the gates."
"Hey! This couldn't have happened!" My pets shouted
"You know, you two, it's not supposed to blend
in with history. That's the art of storytelling. That's the way this was supposed
to be. I know it's a fake legend. Exactly." I didn't like my tone when I said
this. I felt terrible, and wanted to change so many things. So, for the sake
of storytelling, I just kept telling my story.
"Neopians flocked into Fyora's castle like Kaus.
They had no time for looking around. They stormed to the throne, hand-in-hand
with their strongest Neopets, and fought to take down Doctor Sloth. The faeries
just watched them fight for something that didn't belong to them.
"The fight lasted several days, and healing potions
were scarce. The only person that could keep score was the Battle Faerie, and
she tried to be fair. At last, the fighting stopped, and the people-as always-came
out victorious. Because of what Neopians had just done for them, Fyora granted
the owners and their Neopets entrance to Faerieland on the twelfth day of the
Month of Sleeping. Faeries and Neopians alike began to trust each once again,
and the shops got more powerful. Fyora showed her thanks by opening the Hidden
Tower. On the top, she engraved these powerful words: For keeping Faerieland
safe-the Hidden Tower is for everyone. That is Faerieland's story."
I was so caught up in my story, I didn't notice
Ponycune and Unicute had returned, and all my Neopets were clapping. I couldn't
believe they were clapping, because it was so ridiculous.
Author's Note: Like I said in my story, I understand this can never blend
in with the true history of Faerieland. So serenade me with boos. This is just
a nice story for your amusement. I always thought that reality was very boring.