A Forgotten World

The 18th Day of the Month of Awakening

Dear Diary,

     It is cold. We little folk in the Haunted Woods, without shelter or food, are dying. What have they against us? Or maybe I should explain. My colony and I live in the Haunted Woods, of course, and we were happy for a time. There were always fresh pumpkins to dine upon, murky water to drink. For an outsider, it’s disgusting, but for we who have lived here for the ages, it’s a way of life. We never did anything wrong. Maybe it is our eyes, dearest diary, our dreaded, cursed eyes. Big and hypnotic, nobody seemed to think twice about it, but maybe they were considered for something else.

      I don’t know what else it could be. We were cute, lovable, cared for by our owners. What ever did we do wrong? Five days ago, the day before the celebration of the dearest Valentine, we were invaded. Neopet upon Neopet invaded our homes, squashing the pumpkins, capturing others. Half of our colony is gone now, and I don’t know why. I’m afraid, diary, for I am only a young one and I know not of what is going on. The elders seem to know. What could they be hiding from us?

The 22nd Day of the Month of Awakening

Dear Diary,

      More of my colony is being secretly captured and taken away. My friend Sir Tibbles vanished without a trace. Others, however, left signs of struggle, so I know we’re being captured. What are we going to do? I hope we do not leave the Woods. It is home to me.

      I hear voices in the night, diary. They wake me and scare me. They sound familiar, yet haunting at the same time. Nobody believes me, though, and why would they? There is so much going on; even I find it hard to believe some people. You don’t know who is friend or foe, spy or pedestrian. Our world is falling into chaos. What am I to do? I feel like the voices are important. I will listen again to them tonight and maybe I can discover something. Outside, I think I hear crying. Oh, diary, I hope there hasn’t been another disappearance. I don’t think I can stand it.

The 23rd Day of the Month of Awakening

Dear Diary,

      It’s the voices. I’ve figured it out, diary, what they are saying, and I’m scared. They’re saying “Feep.” But why would Feepits be against us? They are the only ones that say “Feep,” but they have always been kind and understanding. Maybe this is why nobody believed me at court. The elders have always trusted the Feepits. I think they are beginning to get annoyed with me now, but I KNOW those voices said “Feep.” I’m so scared.

      I saw a shadow the other night too. But it wasn’t short. It was a tall one, and it made the voices stop. Do you think I should try and find out what the shadow is? I’m only a youngling, though; I can’t go out at night. But I feel I should try and help! I hope we get through this alive, diary.

The 1st Day of the Month of Running

Dear Diary,

      The shadow, it was a Kougra. I spied on him last night, I did. It’s a Desert Kougra, and I heard those are rare in these parts. But what’s a Kougra doing here? I thought they lived on Mystery Island. All I know is that there were no voices last night, none at all. Just utter silence, and the crackling of the Kougra prowling around. I am scared to approach him, though, because he seems dangerous. What should I do?

      I have to think quickly, though, because we are leaving this area of the Haunted Woods. I will never come back to my home again. We are preparing as we speak. If I am to approach the Kougra, it should be tonight. We leave in two days for the Colony of Swampy Waters. They have always been kind to us, and we pray that they will give us shelter in these times of grief.

      Mom says I’ve been growing up since the first incident. I have been helping out a lot, even though I’ve been hearing voices. Maybe I’ll get a job once we move? What am I thinking, though? I never wanted to move! We get to tend to Sludgies here, and that has always been my dream. I hope things will unfold in time.

The 2nd Day of the Month of Running

Dear Diary,

      I approached the Kougra last night, and I don’t regret it. Her name (yes, the Kougra’s a girl) is Kentra, and she has been protecting our village long enough for us to get away. She won’t say from whom, though. I asked her about the Feep sound, and she told me not to worry. I think she believed me about the voices, however, and I am glad. I talked to her, and she understood me. It hadn’t felt that good to talk about something for a long time.

      However, I have this nasty feeling in my stomach. Like something bad is going to happen tomorrow. I can’t shake it, diary. Even Kentra’s reassurance can’t shake it. My colony might all just vanish tomorrow for all I know. Oh, I wish we were leaving now!

The 3rd Day of the Month of Running

Dear Diary,

      This is the last entry I will ever write to you. My colony is gone, Kentra is gone, the city is in ruins, and I am running to the Colony of Swamp Waters. They attacked, they did, and my horrible stomachache was correct.

      They were shrouded in shadow, with cloaked faces and harsh, raspy voices that kept calling “Feep!” It can’t have been the Feepits, though; they would have never done such a thing! Or would they? I am confused, cold, and hungry. If it is the Feepits, then this is the only evidence of it. The shadows left no trace that they were there, except ruins.

      I hear sounds around me. I fear my time has come. Oh diary, let someone trustworthy, like Kentra, find you. The evidence must be shown. All I can say is, I am the last surviving Meepit of the Colony of Pumpkin Pastures. The Meepits must be saved. I am counting on you, diary, to show this evidence to Neopia!

      The crackling noises are getting louder. I am writing as I run, but I’m not going to make it. Oh no, they’re....

At this point, there are scratch marks on the diary, and one burnt mark. There are no more known words written. On the back are the scratched letters: FEE RUL. Some of the other letters were burnt too badly to read.

I am Sanjehya, descendant of Kentra, and I present this diary to the Neopian Times as evidence of my ancestor’s studies 500 years ago. Please present this to fellow Neopians so they can see what may possibly be going on today. And that they may save it.

The End