The Grey Faerie's Purpose
It was a cold and dreary day in the Month of Awakening.
That night, there had been a huge storm. Puddles were everywhere. Most of the
pets out were either weird or evil. All of the others were rich pets that couldn't
stand not going shopping and then bragging to others about their money and items.
It was on this day that a faerie was walking
through the dusty, empty alleyways in Neopia Central. This faerie was different
though. Her hair, which had once probably been a beautiful, airy blond, was
limp and white. The ponytail that she held it in was all but falling out. Her
dress had definitely seen better days; there were probably more patches in it
than in a quilt. As she stepped in puddles, the water soaked through her ruined
shoes. Her wings, once glorious, resembled something close to chicken feathers.
She was a grey faerie. The only grey faerie out there, at least, that's what
Neopians thought. The truth was that there were many grey faeries out there.
This was just the only one that dared show her face in public. Her footsteps
splashed through puddles. She didn't care if she was wet. There wasn't anything
worth trying for anyway; there was no purpose in fighting.
After walking like this for quite some time,
she realized she was hungry. So, she changed her route and headed toward the
Soup Kitchen. As she crossed Neopia Central's main street, she could feel the
gaze of Neopets following her. She could hear the giggles and snorts. Before
she had time to duck, a faerie Draik pushed her into the puddle. This time,
there wasn't a single Neopet that didn't laugh out loud. The grey faerie got
up and ignored the Draik. It didn't matter; nothing mattered, not now, not anymore.
She reached the Soup Faerie, still hearing the
cruel laughter of the Neopets. The Soup Faerie gave her a bowl of Minestrone
Soup. As usual, she also invited the Grey Faerie to come inside to eat, but
she declined. She'd never belong.
Instead, she sat down into the alley next to
the garbage cans to eat her soup. Halfway through it, she saw something in the
garbage. Bending over to look in the trash, she saw a dark blue cloak. It wasn't
brand new, but it was certainly better than anything she was wearing. It was
probably thrown away by some really rich Neopet who could afford a new one as
soon as the other got a tiny hole in it. As she took it out of the trash, a
striped Blumaroo and plushie Ixi passed by the mouth of the alleyway. The grey
faerie could hear the Blumaroo say, "Well, don't they let just anyone into Neopia
Central. Digging in the trash, barbarian." The Ixi nodded, saying something
that the faerie couldn't hear. However, she did hear the hearty laughter following.
For once in a very long time, the grey faerie's
face tinted pink. She pulled the hood of the cloak up so no one could see her
face, which was covered in tears. When she was young, it was never like this.
She lived in a manor next to a huge palace in a far away land. Every day, she'd
look in her closet and get out something truly beautiful.
As it started raining again, the young faerie
pulled the hood up further. No Neopet would laugh or make fun of her. They would
always get along. Once, she lived in a beautiful place. Even the rain looked
pleasant. Everyone was friends. Faeries and Neopets would live together in the
And one day, it had all ended. Her beautiful
home had been destroyed. Her wings were gone. Her name was taken. Now, she wasn't
anyone. She was merely one out of a million grey faeries. Sometimes, she'd wonder
why she didn't hide like everyone else, there wasn't any hope anyway.
A buzzing noise interrupted her thoughts. Any
Neopet wouldn't have heard it, but a faerie, even without all her magic, could
even hear a Spyder crawling up a table. The grey faerie focused her hearing.
A little part of her brain knew the sound, but the other part just couldn't
place it. The noise got louder and louder. And then, suddenly, she knew what
it was. It was a noise she had not heard in a very long time. A noise she used
to hear every day. A noise that was stolen from her ages ago. It was the noise
of wings, faerie wings.
She stood up and saw, over the rooftop of the
nearest house, a darkness faerie. Knowing she had no magic, she did the only
thing she could do, she ran. But she could hear the darkness faerie following
her. Her footsteps splashed loudly in the puddles, and her follower's wings
"I don't have a chance," she thought. "Footsteps
have never outrun faerie wings."
Just as that thought ran through her head, she
turned a sharp corner and look behind her, seeing the darkness faerie not but
a meter away.
"AH!" she screamed, falling to the ground and
gripping her foot. While not watching where she was going, her foot had stepped
on a broken glass bottle of orange Ixi drink. Her foot bled profoundly. And
to her surprise, it wasn't a pure red blood, but a dark, almost grayish color.
Her pursuer stopped right in front of her. She
wore a sleeveless, dark purple dress. Her curly, dark blue hair, with purple
highlights, was tied up in a bun at the top of her head. Her lips, lined with
black lipstick, were curled in a smirk. There was malice in those dark lavender
eyes, a malice characteristic to any darkness faerie.
But there was something else in those eyes too.
Surprise. "Well, I'd never…" she said, in a sharp, pointy voice. "I just can't
It was at that moment, when the grey faerie
noticed that her hood had fallen off.
"A grey faerie!" continued the darkness faerie.
She stood silent for a second, a smile tugging on her lips. Then she started
to bend over laughing. "A grey faerie! Oh my… And you actually thought you could
get away from me! How pitiful can you get?!"
That's when the grey faerie remembered part
of it. Although she never found out her name, she had seen this other faerie
once before. She'd seen her in that beautiful land that once had been her home.
But that time, she'd been flanked by thousands of other darkness faeries. And
back then, she was taking the orders.
"Well," started the darkness faerie, her laughing
fit finished. "I suppose I'll just leave you here. After all, you can't get
any worse." She flew away chuckling. But right as she was about to disappear
over the nearest roof, she turned around, "Oh, tell your grey faerie friends
that Vyoltra says 'Hello.'"
Vyoltra, everything else came to her right then.
Every Faerie knew of Vyoltra. She was known as the Beauty of Evil, a beautiful
darkness faerie, but one that rivaled Jhudora in cruelty. She was one of the
Darkest Faerie's closest advisors. Powerful as the strongest weapon, haughty
as the day is long, pretty as the sun is bright, sneaky as the cunning fox.
That was Vyoltra.
As the darkness faerie flew away, still chuckling
to herself, the grey faerie knew everything she had thought that day was wrong.
It did matter. There was a purpose in fighting. There was something worth trying
for. It was worth beating her.