Strident voices surrounded the palace in Faerieland, echoing
off the towers and making their way through the clouds. Earth Faeries were arguing
with Water Faeries because the grass and flowers were browning from a lack of
water. Fire Faeries were angry with Air Faeries because of the winds that disrupted
their flames. Dark Faeries were feuding with Light Faeries because, well, are
Dark Faeries ever pleased with Light?
Fyora leaned against a window listening to the
petulant murmur beneath her. She was grateful she could not hear exact words.
Fyora blamed the faerie's discontent and strife on the weather. It was hot and
sticky, a discomfort that even the Dark Faeries found no pleasure in.
A thought glimmered in the Faerie Queen's mind.
A smile played about her lips as she murmured to herself.
"Yes, it has been a very long time. Such an event
has always settled the strife. The earth could well use its good effects, and
the faeries certainly use its fun. Yes, we shall do it!"
It only took her moment to contemplate it before
she intercepted a young serving faerie, Selina, in the hallway.
"Selina, take a message to the head faerie of
each element. Tell them I want them all in my throne room in half an hour! Do
The words had barely left her mouth before Fyora
was winging her way to the throne room. Selina stood still for a moment in surprise.
The Queen had not only spoken to her, but had even given her a big job to do!
The shock of it kept her still for a moment until the importance of her job
galvanized her into action. She flew off to find the head faeries, feeling very
At the appointed time all the head faeries were
gathered in the throne room waiting for their Queen's arrival. As Fyora entered,
each faerie made an attempt to hide the anger from their faces, but even an
appearance of being perfectly serene could not hide the silent undertow of strife
running between them. Fyora sat on her throne silently regarding them for a
moment before she began to speak.
"I have a task for all of you to do. You have
two hours to gather together the faeries of your element and fly, unseen, above
the clouds. I will be waiting for you there. You are dismissed to your task."
Fyora was relieved to immediately feel the tension
lessen with her words. The faeries knew what she had planned. A storm! Not just
a typical storm, but a storm performed by the faeries with each element working
together. It was an opportunity for the elements to put aside their differences
and be just faeries doing what they do best. It was a shared secret between
them, for no humans or pets knew that it was the faeries putting on the display.
High above Faerieland, hidden above the clouds,
faeries began to gather. Despite the excitement of the anticipated storm, they
were still obviously segregating themselves into their elements. When all were
assembled, Fyora called them to readiness to begin the storm. Putting her hands
close together, a small purple orb formed between and slowly grew bigger. When
it was big enough to fill her hands, she threw it up in the air. At the height
of its travel upward it exploded into a shimmering yellow shower. Every faerie
gathered was touched by a bit of it. This magic allowed them to appear to humans
and pets as either invisible or as their element instead of as a faerie.
Fyora raised her hands in the air, and when all
the faeries were watching her, she dropped them. The storm was begun.
The ones to start the storm were the Earth Faeries.
They flew unseen to earth and began their job of protection. Their whisperings
gave all creatures the sense of an impending storm so they could find cover.
They flew from flower to flower, gently closing their petals. Everything was
warned, everything was hidden. These storms were meant for good, to bring faeries
together, for cleansing Neopia. Nothing must be harmed.
As the Earth Faeries finished their work, the
Air Faeries began theirs. They leapt from clouds and came swooping to the earth
in gusts of wind. They raced through trees and across the water. They ruffled
the fur and feathers of some pets just getting indoors. Their wild, swooping
dance would continue throughout the storm.
Water Faeries gathered themselves up into great
storm clouds. The Dark Faeries surrounded the clouds of Water Faeries, darkening
them. Suddenly, Water Faeries began leaping from the clouds, past the Dark Faeries,
and down to Neopia. They fell thick and fast, streaking through the trees and
soaking the earth. Many flowed to streams and rivers and then flew unseen back
to the clouds to take another leap.
Light and Fire Faeries shared their duty. A Light
Faerie clasped hands with a Fire Faerie and then hundreds of these pairs streaked
from the sky in a blazing bolt of lighting. As they leapt, each and every Dark
Faerie clapped their leathery wings together, forcing even Fyora to cover her
ears to shield from the resounding peal of thunder. Once the faerie lightning
bolt hit, the Light Faeries would stop their light and return to the sky for
another Fire Faerie partner. The Fire Faeries stayed behind to dance along what
the bolt struck until it was entirely burned. In keeping with the good the storm
was to bring, they only struck what needed clearing, such as a dead and rotting
The storm went on for an hour until Fyora finally
called it to a close. Lightning ceased and rain slowly lessened. Dark Faeries
unveiled the clouds and skies once more. Earth Faeries lifted the warning feeling
from humans and pets and reopened flowers to take in the last rays of the setting
sun. Laughter could soon be heard, as every puddle of any good size was filled
with pets splashing and playing.
Night came, and still one part had yet to be
played in the storm. This part was even more rare than a faerie storm itself,
and no one knew whether it would follow the storm or not.
Pets began to notice in the night sky an unusually
bright star. Gradually it grew larger and brighter, until in a gorgeous streak
of shimmering silver it blazed its way through the sky. With that, the Space
Faerie had taken her rare part in the storm performance. The faeries were still
gathered above the clouds along with Fyora. All of them were astonished when
the Queen swooped through the air in a purple shooting star of her own. Not
long afterwards, the sky was full of multicolored shooting stars. Blazing red,
crystal blue, shining yellow, earthy green, luminous aqua, and deep purple.
Never before had such a light show been displayed in Neopia!
Finally, the storm was completely finished. Weary
pets made their way home, and utterly exhausted faeries flew back to their clouds.
The storm had accomplished its purpose. The faeries were at peace with one another.
Their great dance of the storm, and the secret it was, never failed to remind
them of their sisterhood.