The Darkest Faerie Rises: Part One
"You all know why you have been summoned here. You are here
because you are talented, and what we are doing is no small task, but it can be
accomplished. To take over Faerieland is our goal, and we may finally pursue it."
She was a young dark faerie who hated who she
was. She did not want to be evil or cruel; she thought that it was not fair
that she could not decide what kind of faerie she was to be. To her, earth faeries
were graceful, water faeries were majestic, light faeries were brilliant, and
dark faeries were the cruelest creatures there were. Even Lord Darigan paled
in comparison to some of the dark faeries she knew.
The young faerie's name was unknown to everybody
except for the dark faerie council. Everybody called her Drakar, but the council
knew her as the darkest faerie.
You see, Drakar was born as just another dark
faerie, but when she was introduced to the council, as all dark faeries were
upon birth, she started to turn purple. Every bit of her flesh and clothes turned
the darkest shade of purple ever imaginable. The council looked at each other
and whispered amongst themselves. A long time ago, they were told that if this
ever happened, then the child was destined to be the darkest faerie that would
ever exist. And she would be involved in a great battle for Faerieland, but
they did not find out if the faerie would win. It was happening now, and they
wished more than ever that they knew if the dark faeries would finally prevail
and conquer Faerieland. Now they were stuck right in the middle of it even though
many of them would have been happy if the darkest faerie was not born for a
long time. Although they were proud, they were also worried about the power
that this young faerie would one day possess, or the power that she currently
possessed. For the longer it was until the darkest faerie was born, then the
longer it was that they could retain the power they had kept for generations.
As the years passed, the young faerie continued
to grow and learn, but there was something different about her. The council
gave her everything she ever asked for, whether it seemed reasonable or sensible
or not. At first the council thought she was not trying to be a dark faerie
because it was so easy for her and that it came to her naturally, but they learned
it was really because she did not want to be a dark faerie at all and that she
was fighting it with all she had, for she certainly did not want to be the darkest
faerie to ever exist. This greatly disturbed the council, so, in an attempt
to start her on her path to being truly dark, they decided to have her privately
tutored by one of the darkest faeries they knew. Jhudora.
Drakar stared down at the ground passing beneath
her. She felt the spray from the healing springs as she passed it on her way
to Jhudora's cloud. Jhudora was to be her teacher, and Jhudora was instructed
to teach Drakar, or as she now knew her as the darkest faerie, in the ways of
the dark faeries. Drakar trudged past the healing springs and arrived at the
huge gates to Jhudora's home and lair. She was so unhappy. She wanted to run
away and beg to be taken in by some kind faerie, maybe an air faerie or a water
faerie, but she knew the council would punish her greatly if she did. She wanted
to stand up to them, but what could she do? Until she proved that they had a
reason to fear her, they never would, and she never was able to expect them
to, but she daily wished that they would fear her, if for no reason other than
that if they feared her, that meant that she would be free to live apart from
the other dark faeries, to live like she wanted.
Huge, black vines twisted around the numerous
pillars that helped support the gate of Jhudora's lair. Everything was black,
dark purple, and a sickening green that were the symbols of Jhudora, for she
favored the colors purple and green, and no dark faerie would be complete without
enough black to cover everything in sight. Drakar shivered when she thought
that this might pale in comparison to the extravagant and powerful life she
was told that she would live.
Drakar sighed as she approached the gate and
used the knocker to hail her arrival. She heard a loud cackling noise and she
shivered again. Jhudora appeared in a huge swirly column of green smoke. Jhudora
looked down at the little faerie. She seemed unhappy and scared; this one would
be a challenge. Jhudora approached Drakar and asked her what she wanted most
in the world. Drakar, thinking that Jhudora would give her anything, excitedly
asked to be able to choose what kind of faerie she wanted to be.
Hearing this, Jhudora snarled and beckoned the
young child closer, digging her nails into Drakar. She hissed, "No dark faerie,
I repeat NO dark faerie has reason to want to be any other kind of faerie; you
shall not be the first. And the darkest faerie will most DEFINITELY not be the
first dark faerie to wish otherwise. I will see to it."
Jhudora now knew why she was chosen to mentor
the child; the council must have known all along. After all, the darkest faerie
to ever exist not wanting to be a dark faerie was a disturbing thing. The council
would obviously settle for no less than the best available. Jhudora proudly
scoffed at the other dark faeries though, for she had been chosen because she
was the best, and she would do anything to prove the council right, especially
on a matter as important as this one. After all, for a case this bad, the council
would have had no choice but to use the best, and Jhudora was indeed the best.
Jhudora sighed and spoke soothingly to the girl.
"I know that you do not want to be a dark faerie, but consider the possibilities.
We do kind things for others, we are beautiful, and we are powerful."
Drakar looked up at her and spoke, "Yes, but
your gifts are not as good as they seem. All faeries are beautiful, and there
are some very powerful faeries; dark faeries are not the only ones with power."
Jhudora rolled her eyes at how naïve this faerie
was; not many faeries could be that naïve, and she never expected the darkest
one of them all to be so unknowing. "Yes, but why not be a dark faerie? After
all, there are all kinds of faeries. And if there were not dark faeries, Neopia
would not be what it is now. Think about all those other faeries; what would
they do if they had nobody to argue with. It may seem like they are always nice,
but we give them an outlet for their aggression. We make Neopia a better place;
it would not be what it is now."
Drakar muttered, "Yes, it would be better."
If looks could kill, the young faerie would
be defenseless, but Jhudora knew that she was chosen for this task, and she
would do it. "Yes, child, but you can very rarely find good without bad. That
is just the way it is, and you will have to accept that, whether you like it
"Well I certainly do not like it. Look at me!
I do not want this, I never did, and I never will! I do not care if they say
I am the darkest faerie ever, I am not and I never will be!!"
Jhudora cackled softly, "One day you will, one
Drakar replied, "I doubt it will happen, and
it certainly will not be soon. I am a lot more stubborn than you think."
Jhudora merely replied menacingly, "You would
be surprised at what can happen, young child."
Drakar replied icily, "Indeed I would be."
"You have a lot to learn, and based on the little
time I have spent with you, respect is one of them."
Drakar practically spat, "What do dark faeries
know about respect?! Or kindness?! Or anything else that is really important?!"
Jhudora glared at this child with a glare that
tore her apart. "We know a lot more than you think, and you have a large mouth,
do not you? We will soon change that. Just because you are the most special
dark faerie ever does not mean I will be nice to you. You will receive the same
treatment as any other dark faerie that I would tutor."
Jhudora looked straight into Drakar's face,
"And child, we know what is most important, and I can tell you right now that
it is not something silly like kindness. In fact, it is almost the exact opposite."
"And what is that?"
"How to consume others with fear."
"You are not scaring me."
"No, but would you like me to?" asked Jhudora
as she floated menacingly on a column of swirly green smoke.
"They say that I am to be the darkest faerie,
so why should I fear you? One day I am destined to surpass you. Shouldn't YOU
be afraid of ME?"
Jhudora merely laughed. "It is finally beginning."
To be continued...