Phoenix and Arielle had been best friends for 5 years.
No one could understand it: they were total opposites. Phoenix was a hot-tempered
Fire Faerie and Arielle was a good-natured, calm Water Faerie. One fine
July day, Phoenix was perched on a rock, which was on the shore of the
river where Arielle lived. Phoenix was talking a mile a minute, as usual.
"Were you invited to Terra's party yesterday?" asked
"Yeah, but I dunno why I even went. Everyone says Terra's
parties are really cool, but they're such bores! And so are the people
"Who did she invite? Was Winona there?" Winona was an
Air Faerie that Phoenix despised.
"Yeah, she actually did! I can't believe she'd have the
nerve to invite both of us! I mean, she knows I hate Winona!" Phoenix's
brown eyes were filled with rage. "I don't understand why Terra is friendly
with some people."
"Did you see that new hairstyle in last week's issue
of "Faerie Land Fashions"?" asked Phoenix, changing the subject
all of a sudden.
"It would look great on m-"
She stopped because she realised her friend wasn't listening.
Arielle was looking at something behind Phoenix, and she looked horrified:
her eyes and mouth were wide open and she seemed paralyzed with fear.
She suddenly dove underwater and swam away. Phoenix understood, but before
she could move a net swooped down on her.
It was like a roller coaster ride. The net swooped up,
then suddenly down, right on top of a glass bottle. Phoenix tried to move
out of the way, but it was too late. She was in the bottle. Quickly she
looked up. The bottle wasn't corked yet! She could still escape! She flew
up as fast as she could, but the cork went down as her head went up. They
collided, and Phoenix dropped back down, her head hurting badly.
"Let me out!" she shrieked, but the man who had caught
her had not heard. The Faerie cursed under her breath at her bad luck,
she was proud of the fact that she hadn't been captured for two months,
She pulled out her wand, a tiny Rod of Nova. Pointing
it at the cork, she muttered a few well-chosen words. Sparks flew, but
nothing else happened. Phoenix lay on the bottom of the bottle and fell
asleep. When she woke, her bottle was being put in a crate filled with
straw, next to other bottles, all containing Faeries. They looked as miserable
as she felt.
'Maybe I can melt this glass!' she thought. She used
her magic to create a fireball, but she wasn't powerful enough to melt
her glass prison. She curled up in a ball and closed her eyes. She fell
asleep once more.
Voices woke her, angry voices. "You are a blundering
oaf! Five Faeries is all that you bring me? You're fired! Get out!" The
speaker, Phoenix discovered with a shock, was Balthazar the bounty hunter.
He was shouting with all the power of his lungs at a fat, bald man, the
one who had captured her. Phoenix was filled with rage.
"LET - ME - OUT!" she cried, stamping her foot with each
word. Balthazar laughed. "Feisty, eh? You can't do anything to escape.
Better save your energy." He took her bottle, and the other Faeries' bottles,
and stuffed them once again in a straw-filled crate.
The crate was put into a wagon, which drove for about
10 minutes on a bumpy road, and stopped in front of a shop. A man with
greying hair was standing at the door of the shop, a mean-looking yellow
Techo next to him.
"The Faeries!" he cried. "Gimme!" He seized the crate
and gave it to his owner, who put all five Faeries on a shelf. They gathered
dust there for over a week, until a young Kacheek and his owner came in
"We're looking for a Faerie. Preferably Fire," the owner
said in a businesslike voice.
"Yes, yes, right here!" the man said, giving them Phoenix
in her bottle.
"Thanks you!" The woman dropped a bag of 3000 NP on the
counter and left.
Phoenix was cunning, and soon she thought of a plan.
It would work only if the owner wasn't expecting it, however, but chances
were she wasn't. Phoenix flew to the top of the bottle, then with all
her might flew back down, and hit the bottom of the bottle with a nasty
bump. The bottle jerked downwards, out of the woman's hands. It broke
on the sidewalk. Phoenix stretched her wings and flew off before they
could catch her.
"He-ey!" cried the little Kacheek. The Faerie ignored
him. She had to find Ariella, and tell her how she'd spent her week.