Luna's silver eyes sparkled with reflections of the magical
firelight. She watched from the shadows of the bushes as the Faerie Festival continued
in full swing; the many faeries danced in the firelight, emitting magical glows
under the full moon.
Luna was a tall, thin faerie, about twelve years
old, and possibly the youngest grey faerie in Neopia. She hid in the shadows,
not letting the rejoicing faeries see her, for she would be shunned and scorned.
Her dress was ragged and dreary, with more patches than you could care to count,
and her shoes were worn and dull, merely shreds of cloth tied onto her feet.
Her skin was a dull, pale grey, barely visible in the shroud of shadows.
Despite her grey color, Luna still could have
been a magical faerie. She was not like other grey faerie. Her eyes were beautiful
and silver, rather than bloodshot and grey, and shimmered with hope that she
would one day be just like the other faeries. Her hair was still a limp grey
hue, yet it was perfectly tied back in a large ponytail. Her face was not gloomy
and sullen, but lit with a small smile as she gazed at the moon.
Luna had not always been this way. Once, long
ago, almost before she could remember, she had lived in a large palace, filled
with marvelous things. She had been loved, more than one person could imagine
possible. Her mother had given her everything she needed, yet taught her important
values and lessons.
Then, one night, as the rain poured down over
all of Neopia, a shadowed figure had come to her beautiful home. Luna had sensed
the evil presence of the shadowed figure and had tried to run, but for some
reason she had been immobilized, possibly frozen with fear. The shadow whisked
her away to a small forest clearing on the outskirts of Faerieland. There, the
shadow had performed the difficult ritual of removing her wings. Losing her
wings had been such a shock to her body and soul that she had fallen unconscious,
so Luna could not remember the night clearly, but she did know that something
must have gone wrong, and the ritual had not been fully completed. Whoever that
person was, they had disappeared, leaving Luna to fend for herself.
Luna had survived, though. She was not grief-stricken
and depressed like other grey faeries. She could not miss the ability to fly,
which she had never learned, or magic, which she was too young for anyway. So
Luna had survived in the forests of Faerieland, thriving off of edible plants
and rain water, with help from any kind stranger she met, though she tended
to keep to herself for fear that the shadow would return for her.
The festival was now reaching its peak as the
faeries finished their dance around the crackling fire. Luna shivered, but dare
not move. She had just barely been able to dive into the bushes before the magical
barrier was set up to keep out any pets or villains looking to ruin the festival.
The water faeries sang out in melodious voices that sent shivers down your spine
and make you tingle with happiness at the same time. All around the faeries
were rising into the air to join in the joyous dance. Luna longed to join them
and be normal, but she knew better than to think that anyone would accept a
grey faerie as her equal.
Suddenly Luna felt a chill that gave her goose
bumps all over. Something is horribly wrong here. The thought shot through
her head before she could stop it. The chill had given her a sinister sense
of foreboding that she tried very hard to ignore, but couldn't as the feeling
pushed into her very consciousness and made her want to get up and run as fast
as she could.
She pushed the strange premonition to the back
of her mind and turned her attention to Fyora, who had risen up above the various
faeries and quieted the dancing and singing. The queen was dressed in what would
seem, to the untrained eye, her normal garb, but on a closer look it would be
clear that the dress was custom made of the finest silk known to faeries, and
was crafted so exquisitely, it seemed seamless.
"Now my sisters in magic," she spoke in a whimsical,
musical voice, projecting her words to the whole group of faeries, "dawns a
new year. And, with every new year, a new faerie is brought to the world of
There was an torrent of cheers from the groups
of faeries that had congregated by type, with the Space Faerie, the Battle Faerie,
and many other faeries of great power and fame sitting at a table at the head
of the festival. Luna noticed that Jhudora was leaning against a tree as far
from the light of the faerie lanterns as possible. Simply looking at her made
Luna remember the horrible feeling of terror she had experienced just moments
"Now," Fyora boomed across the clearing for all
to hear as the cheers died away. "What kind of faerie shall it be?"
The groups fell silent as Fyora held up a large
lantern, shaped as an overly large diamond, that flashed numerous different
colors. Each color - blue, red, yellow, purple, and green, and sky blue - flashed
before your eyes in under a second, yet each one was seen distinctly. As she
placed it on a lantern hanger in the middle of the long table, the air grew
thick with tension. Each faerie was keen on having another one of their kind,
especially the dark faeries.
Fyora stood back as the lantern flashed brighter
and began to slow down. For a moment, it seemed as if it would stop on the malevolent
purple that would signal a new dark faerie, but as they watched, the lantern
emitted a light so powerful, everyone in the clearing was temporarily blinded
by its brilliance.
As Luna lowered her arm after the light had subsided,
she was shocked to see that the lantern was glowing a soft purple, unlike the
one before it. It shimmered under the thousands of stars in the sky and seemed
to emit a soft song to the clearing around it, which the trees, the earth, even
the moon itself seemed to answer.
The light of the glittering lantern perfectly
matched the color of the stunned Queen Faerie, who now had a misty look in her
eyes as if she was remembering something. As the initial shock wore off, the
faeries bean to murmur to each other in hushed tones. A queen faerie had been
chosen merely years ago, but the faerie chosen had disappeared shortly afterwards,
and was certainly a great surprise to most of the faeries who had not been there
to witness it. Luna had learned this from one of the faeries who attended the
last faerie festival, after eavesdropping on her conversation.
No one dared make a sound in the entire clearing.
The lantern's song died out, and it was left in the shimmering silence of the
night. Feeling her premonition begin to edge its way back to her, Luna's eyes
darted to the spot where Jhudora had just stood. The tree she had been leaning
against was bare, save for a large gash made through the middle of it, still
smoking with purple magic residue.
Luna looked back to the head table to see a dark
shadow moving in the trees behind it. The rest of the faeries were too busy
whispering to each other to notice, but Luna saw and realized that it must have
been Jhudora. The horrifying feeling was coming on so strong it made her want
to scream to the heavens for help, but she remained quiet.
From the darkness behind the head table, a malicious
light began to grow. It grew to about the size of one of the many lanterns around
the faeries, then suddenly shot into the air. The blast hit the invisible barrier
above, turning it a translucent purple. The color spread quickly until the whole
shield was a sickening violet color.
Instead of the panic and screaming she had expected,
the faeries seemed not to notice, and didn't even look at it. It was only when
Luna watched for a moment did she realize that they were frozen in place by
the ghastly spell. All of them except Fyora, who whirled around to face the
Out of the shadows came Jhudora, her every feature
illuminated by the lantern. Shadows flickered across her face as she raised
her hand and seemingly ignited her palm with a flickering amethyst flame.
As Fyora raised her arm to cast a spell, Jhudora
said, in a sickly sweet voice, "I would not recommend that."
Against her will, Fyora's arm snapped rigidly
down by her side. "What do you want, Jhudora," Fyora snapped. "The new faerie
has already been chosen."
"Maybe so," Jhudora replied. "But if there is
no queen to fulfill the duty of receiving the new faerie, it will never be carried
out." A look of horror spread across Fyora's face as Jhudora continued. "And
when there is no Queen, there will be no one to stop me from taking control."
"You'll never get away with it, Jhudora," Fyora
replied, struggling to raise her arm again. Luna felt frozen to the spot, although
the spell had not affected her. Suddenly she realized that she had to do something,
so she started slowly creeping through the bushes to the spot where the two
"Do you like my spell?" Jhudora said, changing
the subject. "It freezes any magical beings around me. And it is only increased
in power by your silly barrier."
"You always did have to resort to trickery to
accomplish anything," Fyora spat.
"Another queen would be a disaster to my plan,"
the dark faerie continued, frowning. "I already had to dispose of the first
one, although I didn't even need to finish removing her wings. You Queen faeries
are all weaklings." She laughed evilly as she finished.
Suddenly a look of pure rage shone through Fyora's
eyes. "So it was you," she screamed, "who caused me so many years of misery!"
She struggled to free herself from the grasp of the spell, but to no avail.
Jhudora lifted her arm up into the air, and Fyora
rose off the ground with it. Jhudora opened her mouth to utter a spell, but
before she could say the fatal words, Luna burst from the bushes behind her,
wielding only a branch she had found on the forest floor a few feet away.
Due to her stealth and grace, Jhudora did not
see the young grey faerie rushing towards her until they had nearly collided,
at which point it was too late. Luna hit the dark faerie in the back of the
head with the stick at full force, snapping it and sending splinters flying
everywhere, although it was only enough to stun her for a few seconds before
she fired a blast of purple magic that hit Luna square in the chest. Fyora fell
to the ground, released from Jhudora's spell.
Luna was blasted back against the table, nearly
smashing into the frozen Battle Faerie, and lay there, gasping from the magnitude
of the blow. The enraged dark faerie was standing over her within seconds, arm
raised, poised to cast another spell. As she brought her arm down, though, she
was blasted back by an invisible force, sending her flying through the air and
slamming against a tree at the far end of the clearing.
Luna's vision was beginning to fade. She could
just see Fyora running towards Jhudora now. The last thing she saw before she
blacked out was the shimmering light of the lantern swimming before her eyes.
When Luna woke up, she couldn't remember where
she was, or what had happened. After a moment, though, she realized what had
been going on just before she blacked out. She forced her eyes open and sat
up abruptly, but instantly regretted the move when she felt the searing pain
in her chest. Squinting through the pain, she saw she was in a nicely decorated
chamber with a high ceiling and white and lavender walls and furniture.
There was a water faerie leaning over her, dabbing
her forehead with a damp cloth, and at the end of the bed was Fyora herself
watching her, her jaw set in a slight grimace.
Once the pain had subsided, Luna pushed herself
up slowly. Her chest still hurt, but not as badly as before. The water faerie
pushed a cup of something warm towards Luna, which she drank gratefully before
asking in a scratchy, croaky voice, "What happened... after I blacked out?"
"Jhudora ran off, the coward she is, and as she
left, the barrier and her spell broke," Fyora said in a soothing, motherly voice.
As the water faerie waddled out of the room,
Fyora asked, "Who are you?"
"I... I really don't know," Luna replied. "I
go by Luna."
At Luna's words, Fyora's face softened and a
tear rolled down her cheek. She leaned forward and gently embraced the startled
grey faerie. Suddenly Luna felt a change rolling through her body. She felt
a strange feeling she had never felt before washing over her like warm water.
A strange rustle on her back caught her attention and, when Fyora ended her
embrace, Luna turned her head to see a pair of membrane-thin lilac colored wings
where there used to be only shreds of her old ones.
Another tear rolled down Fyora's cheek as she
said, "You will make a fine queen someday... my daughter."