Wish Upon a Soup Faerie
Maya sat, gloomily looking out of the rain-spattered window.
"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me…" she muttered. "I wish I could have
someone to play with!" She sighed almost silently. She was a Royal Aisha, very
pretty, and very, very bored. It was her birthday, but nobody seemed to
have remembered. Anyway, who cared? It had been raining for almost a week and
there was nothing to do.
Her owner, Trisha, tried to offer ideas. "Read?"
"Cook marshmallows over a fire?"
"What about helping at the Soup Kitchen?" Maya
considered this. She'd never actually seen the Soup Kitchen, but she knew a
bit about it. She thought it might be interesting to help cook the soup and
feed the pets - besides, everyone knew the Soup Faerie made the best soup in
"Okay," Maya eventually said.
"Great!" said Trisha. "We can walk there."
About five minutes later, Maya and Trisha were
at the Soup Kitchen, a large building shaped like a pot. Trisha quickly went
into the building and talked urgently to someone, Maya couldn't see who. Then
she waved goodbye and slipped off. Maya ducked inside the kitchen.
"Hi, I'm Maya. I'm here to help," she said to
the Soup Faerie, who was standing next to a large iron pot full of what looked
like hot, bubbling stew. The Soup Faerie nodded and pointed to a chopping board.
"You can help by chopping up that asparagus,"
she said in a melodious voice. Maya sighed and began to slice the asparagus.
Chop, chop, chop.
Meanwhile, Trisha had gone back home and was
contemplating what to buy Maya for her birthday present - she was planning to
give her a surprise party, but she didn't have the present yet. Trisha suddenly
had the perfect idea and laughed as she went to get some money to buy the things
she would need.
After chopping the asparagus, Maya was told to
chop up some carrots, some meat, some herbs - all she was getting to do was
chop stuff! But she was still enjoying herself more than she had for the past
few days. At last she was getting to do something!
Finally the Soup Faerie asked her to do some
actual serving. Maya grinned as she slopped some greenish soup into a bowl,
which she then passed to a gawky Yurble, who muttered 'thanks.' The Soup Faerie
smiled secretively as she began writing a note to Trisha.
Trisha was having so much trouble finding Maya's
present. She'd looked absolutely everywhere she could think of, but she just
couldn't find the perfect thing. A yellow Lenny wearing a blue uniform of some
kind ran up to her.
"Message from the Soup Faerie for Trisha?" he
asked breathlessly. Trisha nodded and opened the letter.
"Trisha, I thought you'd like to know how
pleased I am with Maya. She has a steady hand and good eye," ('all those
needlework lessons paid off!' Trisha thought laughingly) "and she likes interacting
with people. I've upgraded her from food-chopper to soup-pourer. Love, the Soup
Faerie." Trisha grinned, then she realised how stupid she'd been. All she
needed to do was to look in the Soup Kitchen, and she'd find almost everything
she needed for Maya's birthday present.
Trisha strolled casually into the Soup Kitchen,
where she caught sight of Maya, wearing a stained and burn-marked apron, pouring
soup (Golden Juppie? Something yellowish, anyway) into bowls. She grinned, and
waved. Maya stopped pouring for a second to wave back, then she continued distributing
soup and talking animatedly to a tiny Zafara, who had skin that was a deep sapphire
As the Zafara left with her full bowl of soup,
Trisha walked up to her and looked as innocent as possible. "What's your name?"
The Zafara looked puzzled. "I'm Erisla," she
answered cautiously. "What do you want?"
Trisha smiled. "Nothing much," she answered.
"Could you take me to your owner, please?"
Erisla started leading the way to her small house,
feeling a bit confused and more than a bit worried.
Maya continued pouring soup, wiping sweat from
her forehead as she worked.
The Soup Faerie smiled at her as she slopped
soup into various mismatched wooden bowls.
Maya wondered what Trisha was up to and what
that young blue Zafara was doing. It was so much fun talking to someone nice
her own age, reflected Maya as she mopped up some spilled soup on the ground.
Erisla walked to her house with Trisha. She finally
stopped outside her tiny, one-roomed wooden house and knocked on the door. "Mum,
Her owner, a harried-looking skinny woman, caught
sight of Trisha and exclaimed, "Erisla, why didn't you tell me you were bringing
Erisla brushed past, red-faced, and began setting
their small table. "Guys, dinner's ready!"
She poured the soup - she'd been carrying her
bowl of soup ever since she'd left the Soup Kitchen, Trisha realised - into
several smaller bowls. Three other pets immediately converged on the table and
slurped down the broth. Trisha realised with horror that they were literally
starving. Their owner watched with weary eyes as the three pets fought over
the fourth bowl - Erisla's - while Erisla herself trudged over to the straw
bed in the corner and fell asleep.
Their owner noticed Trisha staring aghast at
the other pets arguing. "I can't stop them fighting. If only I had one less
mouth to feed, it would be easier. But I just can't put any of my darlings into
the Pound! What if they were mistreated at their new home?"
Trisha nodded seriously. "Why don't you give
one of your pets to a friend?" she asked.
Erisla's owner sighed. "All of my friends already
have four pets!"
"Well, could I have one of your pets? Erisla
maybe? My Aisha, Maya, is really quite lonely and I noticed that the two of
them got on very well," Trisha babbled. She hadn't intended to ask for Erisla,
but this seemed the perfect opportunity to ask.
Erisla's owner gaped. "I don't know. Maybe you
should ask Erisla herself? It would make things easier, to have one less mouth
to feed, but I would miss her so! Could I visit her perhaps, if she agrees?"
Trisha nodded. "Sure! In fact, I'd like it if
you did. I would like some more friends."
Erisla's owner walked over to where Erisla was
sleeping fitfully. "Wake up, sweetie!"
Erisla rubbed her eyes and looked over at her
owner. "What? I was trying to sleep!"
Trisha gulped. "Erisla, um, do you think I could
take you home with me?" she mumbled.
"What, like a guest?" Erisla asked in disbelief.
"No, like - like my family," Trisha gabbled.
Erisla stared in astonishment at her. "Really?
To live with you and Maya forever and ever?" she said, with a slight gasp. "Sure!"
Trisha grinned gleefully. "Come with me then!
I want it to be a surprise for Maya when she gets home."
Trisha and Erisla raced home as quickly as they
could run. As soon as they got to Trisha and Maya's - and now Erisla's - large
marble house, Trisha grabbed an envelope and a piece of paper.
"Maya," she scrawled, "could you please
come home by 6 'o clock? I've got something very important to tell you. Lots
and lots of love, Trisha." As soon as she finished writing that, she shoved
the letter into her pocket instead of sending it. She had loads to do before
Maya came home.
Trisha quickly whipped up the makings of a chocolate
cake. "Erisla, could you please put this in the oven for me?" Erisla did as
she was told, hoping she wouldn't get lost in the huge house. As Erisla trotted
off obediently, Trisha sent Neomails to all of her friends to come to her house
immediately (not to knock, but come in as soon as they got there), along with
the one to Maya.
Erisla put the cake in the oven and ran back
to Trisha. "Trisha, where do I sleep?" she said.
Trisha smiled and said, "I took the liberty of
building a room this morning. It's on the top floor, made of cloud. I thought
you might like a room of your own, rather than sharing. And cloud seemed the
nicest option for a room on the top floor. It also has heaps of comfortable
furniture in it for you."
Erisla looked shocked at the fact that she'd
have her very own room, all to herself.
She was even more surprised when Trisha added,
"And you have your own bathroom too, by the way." Noticing that Erisla seemed
to be in a slight state of shock, Trisha gave her a hug. "Why don't you go upstairs
to your bathroom and have a bath?" Trisha asked, handing her a bottle of shampoo
and a fluffy towel. "I have to finish the cake."
Maya was tired and a bit hungry. The Soup Kitchen
was closed for the night and now she was just cleaning up.
The Soup Faerie smiled at her. "Well done, Maya,
I'm really quite impressed." With that, she handed her two small envelopes,
one a delicate russet red, and one an ordinary white Neomail envelope.
Maya opened the red one first. Inside was an
avatar (along with a note explaining that people who helped at the Soup Kitchen
also got the avatar, not just people who ate there) and a picture of Maya and
the Soup Faerie together. Maya smiled at the Soup Faerie, and, touching the
face in the picture with her finger, made the same wish she had made that morning.
"I wish I could have someone to play with!". She laughed at herself - It was
a silly superstition that a picture of a faerie was lucky - and put everything
in her pocket, not noticing the glint of faerie dust on her hand.
She opened the second envelope. There was just
a letter in this one, from Trisha, asking her to be home by 6 'o clock. Maya
checked the clock on the wall, and jumped. It was already 5 past 6! She said
a hasty goodbye, and ran home.
Trisha spread thick chocolate icing over the
cake, and then stuck a big blue candle in the middle. She put it in the center
of their dining room table, and raced to her front room, where her friends were
patiently waiting. "Okay, look, sorry this was a bit rushed, but I'd like you
to hide in places in this room - behind couches, under tables, anywhere! When
Maya comes in, jump up and yell 'Surprise!' Got that?" Trisha yelled.
As her guests ran around looking for suitable
hiding spots and stepping on each other's feet, Trisha raced back into the kitchen.
Erisla was standing there, totally clean, with a big smile on her face and a
yellow ribbon on the top of her head. "You look lovely," said Trisha happily.
Erisla nodded. She was completely transformed
by her hot bath and her complete happiness.
Trisha led Erisla by the hand into the front
room, where the guests were completely hidden. Trisha looked around. "Good.
Alright, Erisla, hide inside this cupboard here, and come out when you hear
your name," she said. Erisla tiptoed inside the bright purple cupboard, and
held her breath.
"It's lucky Maya's always late, isn't it?" Trisha
said with no real conviction. She looked at the clock - 10 past, and no sign
As soon as she said that, however, she heard
quick breathing and pattering footsteps. "Oh, Trisha, I'm so sorry I'm late!"
gasped Maya, waiting to be let in. Trisha opened the door slowly. "I went the
wrong way, and I had to clean up and…" She stepped inside, and suddenly -
"Surprise! Happy birthday, Maya!" yelled everyone,
jumping out of their hiding spot and throwing balloons at her. Maya gaped at
them. She'd thought everyone had forgotten her birthday, but they obviously
hadn't. She was utterly speechless. "Aren't you happy?" demanded Trisha worriedly,
but for once, Maya had nothing to say. All she could do was smile and hug everyone.
After all the presents had been given and everyone
had calmed down somewhat, Trisha coughed. Everyone was immediately quiet. "I
have one more present to give Maya," she said quietly. "Maya, I know you are
lonely sometimes, and you have nobody to play with, and I'm sorry about that.
But I decided today that you really needed a friend. So I decided to give you,
for your birthday present… Erisla."
Maya had no idea what 'Erisla' meant. As the
cupboard door swung open, she was guessing in her head, "A Petpet? I already
have one. A toy? I already have too many. A book? I'm already clever enough.
What?" But as Erisla stepped out into the light, Maya realised, and she
smiled. "A name." The name of the blue Zafara she had made friends with that
Trisha grinned. "A sister." The two pets stood
where they were for a minute, stunned. They were friends, yes, but now they
were sisters too.
Suddenly a tear dripped from Maya's eye. Erisla
started to cry too, and soon everyone was bawling their eyes out. Including
Trisha, who had gone to the dining room to fetch the cake. As she came back
into the front room, she wiped her eyes and gave Maya the knife to cut the cake.
Maya brought down the knife, and wished. "I wish that I could be this happy
for the rest of my life," she murmured quietly. And she smiled softly, and hoped
this wish, too, would come true.
Author's Note: If you're reading this, this is my first NT submission! =3 Fanmails
and constructive criticism welcomed, please no hatemail or random Neofriend requests,
blah blah blah. Dedicated to my friend Mossy. No, she doesn't want hatemail or
random Neofriend requests, either. Keep reading! ~Rainbow Cloud