The Darkest Faerie Rises: Part Four
"Well, what is your plan then, Fyora?"
"Quite honestly, Jhudora, I am not telling you
because I am still not completely sure that I can trust you, but I have a plan
and I know what I am doing. I know that I should trust you, but you've tried
to take over my throne before so I have to act as if you'd go and tell this
darkest faerie every word of mine the moment you leave my sight. I don't want
to because of the help you've been, but I don't really have a choice."
"I will take your word for it, because right
now, you do not stand a chance against her. She has changed so much, and it's
all my fault. In a few short years she overcame me and the council, and she
seems to grow stronger with each passing minute. Don't underestimate her rage
like I did."
"Master Drakar, some trouble on the front lines."
Drakar angrily rolled her eyes, "What is it?"
"It is, well… some of the faeries are refusing
"THEY ARE WHAT?!?!?!?!" screamed Drakar with
undeniable fury as her eyes turned fire red.
"It seems that they no longer believe in our
cause; they no longer think we can do it."
"And why is that?"
"I do not know, master, but they refuse to fight.
Not even the threat of severe punishment was enough to make them fight."
"I will show them severe punishment if they
do not fight!"
"Then, with all due respect, I suggest you do
so. They say that they will not fight for a ruler with a weakness."
"What do they mean by that?"
"I do not know, master Drakar."
Drakar flew with lightning speed to her front
lines. "I hear some of you will not fight for a ruler with a weakness. What
is my weakness?"
One brave faerie spoke up as she spoke with
quavering lips, "I will readily fight for you, but others will not fight because
of a rumor about your medallion, about some legend."
"And what is this rumor or legend?" asked Drakar
with a tone that told that faerie she'd better have a good answer and it had
better be delivered within seconds.
"They say that the most powerful dark faerie
is burdened with the medallion, and that a different medallion made of pure
gold and pure rubies can turn them to stone for hundreds of years if the faerie
is wearing both at once."
"Even if that rumor is true nobody has a medallion
made of pure gold and pure rubies so we have nothing to worry about."
"Yes, my master. I shall convince the other
warriors to fight for our cause."
Drakar stopped mid-flight. "Excuse me, OUR cause?"
The faerie bowed low again, "I am sorry, master,
I meant your cause."
Drakar murmured, "I thought so," as she flew
away to inspect the rest of her troops and to make sure none of them shared
in that crazy notion that something could actually stop her.
"So she doesn't believe in the medallion?"
"Perfect. Now, let us fight for our temporary
Cheers arose from the front lines, which contained
mostly the council members who knew the curse of having that medallion, and
now Drakar couldn't remove it because she was the most powerful dark faerie.
How ironic, thought the council member who previously had it, that she will
lose because she's too powerful and too vain, both traits that all dark faeries
try to have.
Drakar watched from afar as her troops prepared
to fight. Perfect, she thought. It's about time they do as they're
told. Those council members are so stubborn. I suppose that being in the front
lines is their duty, being some of the most powerful dark faeries and all.
Drakar watched with satisfaction as the weaker
faeries "persuaded" any faeries or Neopians out to get back to their homes and
to stay there. She felt like her fight had become personal with Fyora, though
she did not quite know why.
As she approached a nearly cleared out castle,
Drakar knew why. It was her destiny that made Fyora her mortal enemy, and she
had no destiny to fulfill; the legend never ended. Now she would end it without
anybody's help. She would make history. She, the darkest faerie. Drakar relished
the thought and remembered growing up. She couldn't believe that she had wanted
to be anything other than a dark faerie. She had been an ignorant and foolish
child. But she was no longer ignorant or foolish, and her time for domination
Drakar had Fyora escorted from the building.
Fyora walked out gracefully and with poise and beauty.
"You know what I want," said Drakar with more
than a little pride in her voice.
"You're right, I do know, but you shall never
"And why do you think that is? I'm more powerful
than you and you have nobody to help you, your guards are captives and your
loyal subjects are too afraid to even look at us."
"Perhaps that's the case, but nobody will ever
serve you Drakar, they will not stand by your side. Your guards would leave
you to fend for yourself. They wouldn't care about your welfare, and why should
they? You'd have to force them into service."
"SILENCE FYORA!!! You have stood in my way for
the first, and last, time. I think that as a token of your fallen reign, I should
get something. That medallion that you're wearing looks just about the right
Fyora looked up at her in sadness. "It was given
to me on the day of my coronation to queen."
Drakar looked at it, "And it will make the perfect
match for my current medallion. Wearing both, I will be unstoppable. After all,
queen and most powerful faerie alive in one day isn't too bad of a record; so
come on, Fyora, make me unstoppable."
As Fyora draped the chain around Drakar's neck,
she said, "No, I will make you helpless, but I'm doing as you wish, Drakar."
"What are you babbling on about?" asked Drakar
with annoyance, until she realized that she was having trouble moving. "What
have you DONE to me?!" she cried as her skin seemed to be turning gray and stone-like.
"Nothing," said Fyora sadly. "You have done
it to yourself. My medallion was made of pure gold and pure rubies. You have
no hope now."
As it became harder and harder for Drakar to
move, she saw a familiar child walk up next to Fyora. It was Jhudora.
"Why, you little traitor! You were my mentor,
"Yes, and you were a little brat. I taught you
everything and you betrayed me. Unfortunately for you, you're still a child
and when you made me a child, you only did so physically. That meant that I
could figure out your plans with no problems. I hope you enjoy being stone,
you will be for years to come!" yelled Jhudora over Drakar's last pitiful cries
for help from her teacher whom she had betrayed who in turn betrayed her.
The streets of Faerieland were full of cheering
and rejoicing, for their greatest threat that they had always feared was gone.
Even though they tried to keep it a secret, everybody knew about the legend
of the darkest faerie, and once Drakar, deemed the darkest faerie, was defeated,
they had nobody to fear like that again. Fyora had sent the stone Drakar to
the bottom of some Maraquan ruins, where they had no worries about Drakar being
found or somehow freed by someone that wanted her medallions, despite the fact
that the medallions, too, had turned to stone.
The council reunited, and nobody had to fear
the power of the medallion or the darkest faerie anymore, at least not for hundreds
of years. The dark faeries started making plans for Drakar's return, for they
knew her power and wouldn't underestimate her like they very nearly had. Although
they all took pride in their part of saving Faerieland, they all knew they had
no right to be proud, since it was Jhudora that had really saved them by having
the courage to confront one of her two greatest enemies in order to keep one
faerie from destroying them all.
Fyora walked up to Jhudora's cloud the day after
the many festivities had finally ended and spoke to her. "Perhaps I have misjudged
you. How do you wish to live? You can live as a respectable dark faerie in my
palace, but any mischief and you're out here again, or you can stay here and
live as you have been living."
Jhudora thought about this and replied, "I am
still Jhudora, and I am still a dark faerie. Don't count on my help again. I
wasn't saving Faerieland, I was stopping an ungrateful brat. I am Jhudora, so
I will live like Jhudora."
Fyora thought about that and replied with a
hint of respect, "I wouldn't have it any other way."