Hmm, how should I start this tale? Once upon a time
doesn't seem very appropriate, though neither does an opening dialogue. Sheesh,
if Battlesunn had told me how hard writing was, then I never would've attempted
Oh, to Sloth with it! I'll just start off by
introducing myself. My name is Ezanna; I'm a fully-grown, male blue Krawk. I
was once a yellow (and then silver) Zafara... But that all changed when Battlesunn
decided that she liked Krawks. So here I am, a sapphire-hued lizard out
of water. I still feel like a Zafara, and I certainly miss my wonderful silver
fur. But anyway, this isn't my life story.
I suppose the whole thing started when my NeoHome
was robbed. Not by a scammer or anything, but by a few pets. Three, to be exact.
All of them were Gelerts. One, who was silver, another, with a coat of glittering
gold, and the last, the most frightening Gelert that I've ever met, who was
painted shadowed. No, I'm not talking about Shelleylou. Compared to these Gelerts,
Shelly seemed about as threatening as my brother's pet Warf.
It was pretty late at night, around midnight
or so, when the Gelerts struck. They stole all the Petpets, including my beloved
black Gruslen. They ravaged the kitchen, snatching the many Neggs that Battlesunn
had been saving, and lastly, they stole the most valuable thing in the entire
household; a green Lupe morphing potion.
We had the morphing potion for a very important
reason. My brother, Mordegan, was undergoing lab ray training at the time, and
wished to be returned to his normal form, a green Lupe, of course, after his
stats had been raised enough. After he awoke and saw that it was stolen, he
was completely devastated. We all were. I was mourning the loss of my poor Petpet,
Battlesunn was pining after her Neggs, and the rest of us were just generally
feeling downright crummy.
I got over my sadness fairly quickly, and it
was soon replaced by anger. Anger and fury. No one messed with my Gruslen and
got away with it! I decided to do some heavy investigating, and began in the
one place where most of the valuables were held; the safety deposit box. I opened
up the vault, wincing as the many layers of dust hit my nose. Among the many
advent calendar prizes, family keepsakes and worthless junk, I spotted a note;
its pure white color distinguishing it from the other grime covered items in
I stooped down and picked it up, examining the
messy, rushed scrawl.
Your items are gone, what a shame! It's us
who's won this unfair game. You'll never see your stuff again, unless you want
to feel some pain!
I shuddered at the terrible poetry. Obviously,
whoever had written this note was not a master of verse. I mentally scratched
Alstaff off my list of suspects right there and then, not that he had ever been
one. I noticed something else about the note; it was signed with a muddy canine-ish
pawprint, ruling out every pet except for the Lupe and the Gelert. I grinned.
Already, I had narrowed down the suspects list from 47,125,656 to... What, exactly?
About how many Lupes and Gelerts were in Neopia? I groaned as I remembered.
A figure around roughly six million.
I knew that I wasn't going to be able to catch
the thieves unless I recruited some helpers; or at least, scraped together some
information. I also knew that the best place to begin my investigation would
be the Chia police station, located in Neopia Central. So, I gave a curt goodbye
to my family, who were so preoccupied with grief that they didn’t even notice
my slipping out the door.
It didn't take long to reach the police station;
our NeoHome was fairly close by, anyway. The building loomed over me like some
gigantic monster, while rugged, mean looking pets leering down at me from their
cell windows. I shuddered as a particularly nasty looking Shoyru growled at
me and bared his yellowed fangs. I threw open the door to the station and strode
over to the desk, drawing out the slightly crumpled note as I went. I stared
the Chia chief, a lean blue, in his eye, slamming the note onto the desk. He
eyed me suspiciously, as though unsure of exactly what my intentions were.
"What's this?" he asked, his voice lowering sufficiently,
as he picked the tiny slip of paper up in his paws.
"A note," I replied, somewhat curtly. "My family
was robbed the other night, and the thieves left this." And then added, in an
afterthought. "Though they took much more."
The Chia rolled his eyes as he pulled out a pad
of paper and a pencil. "Another robbery! Haven't you people ever heard of a
I shrugged, my eyes unblinking. "The old clanking
cans never failed us before, Chief."
Apparently, the Chia didn’t appreciate my humor.
He just glared down at me for a moment before brushing off my comments with
a wave of his paw, turning his gaze back towards his notepad. "Look, Krawk.
I'm not in the mood for smart remarks. Just tell me what was stolen."
I leaned casually against the desktop, drumming
my claws nonchalantly on the finely polished mahogany. "A green Lupe morphing
potion. Eighteen Neggs, and four Petpets." I sighed sadly before continuing.
"A black Gruslen, that one was mine." I added. "--A red Mallard, a blue Meowclops
and a green Warf. All finely bred and very well trained."
The Chief finished hastily scribbling down the
items on his notepad. He then ripped off the sheet of paper, and taped it to
an already overflowing billboard. He paused for a few seconds, staring at the
paper-covered board, before turning back to me and dismissing me with a wave
of his pen.
"All right, Krawk. You can go now." He heaved
a great sigh, throwing a look of sympathy and pity my way. "I'm sorry about
your Petpets. I know that I'd feel pretty crummy if my Doglefox got stolen."
"Thanks, Chief." I replied. I was about to leave
when I suddenly remembered something. "Wait! What are you going to do about
He shrugged. "Nothing. Yet."
"You, like many other Neopians, were robbed by
a trio of marauding Gelerts," he replied, an undertone of disgust evident in
"I knew it was a Lupe or Gelert!" I exclaimed,
pounding my fist into my open palm.
The Chia nodded. "Uh-uh. They call themselves
Team Alpha. They've stolen from just about everyone, including..." He lowered
his voice to a husky whisper. "They're wanted in every region of Neopia!"
"So why don't you try and catch them?" I asked,
scratching my hair with my claws.
"We have," he replied dully. "Believe me, we
have. They're just too darn good at covering up their tracks! We have no leads,
none!" He took a long drink of Borovan before continuing. "By Fyora's wings,
I'd sure like to put them in here," he gestured with a paw to the many rows
of cells behind him. "Where they belong!"
By now, I had decided that it was time for me
to leave. I had learned all that I could from the Chia Chief, and wasn't very
interested in having to uphold a forced conversation of small talk. I nodded
politely to the Chief, thanking him for his assistance, and left.
Of course, hearing that Team Alpha had consistently
slipped through the Chia police's paws was a bit discouraging, but I wasn't
giving up yet, oh no! I just needed some help. Someone on the inside, someone
who could do some sleuthing for me, but who I could trust. Someone like...
To be continued...