The Curse of Maraqua
The Maraquan region of Neopia hasn't revealed its past
for a long time. Such a mystery intrigues many, and they have dove into the
depths of history, to reveal nothing, or whatever little evidence they find
literally destroyed forever, lost in the minds of those who cannot take the
responsibility. But I, reader know, what befell Maraqua…on that fateful day…
Marissa the Maraquan Acara and Theresa the Maraquan
Uni were playing around in a coral reef, ducking and diving between the holes
and swimming around wildly, playing as long as their hearts desired.
That is, until the boats came.
There were two boats, Captain Scarblade's boat
they all knew too well. Marissa and Theresa surfaced above the water, keeping
out of eyesight.
The other boat, the Lobster Pot, they had never
seen, though they knew that it was also another boat that sailed the ocean,
continuously firing at Captain Scarblade's boat, the Revenge.
A loud bang erupted from the Revenge, and a cannonball
hit the water with a splash. A huge cannonball was fired from the Lobster Pot,
and it nearly hit the Revenge. The two ships traded blows, a cannonball for
cannonball, until the Revenge began to throw explosives at an alarmingly fast
rate. Theresa and Marissa ducked down into the ocean as the Lobster Pot exploded
in an astounding burst of fireworks.
Theresa's keen eyes detected a small, white thing
floating down towards the bottom of the ocean. She and Marissa dove down, careful
to avoid the debris from the Lobster Pot.
"What do you think it is, Theresa?" asked Marissa.
"I don't really know. It looks like a small clam,"
Theresa's thought wasn't much off the mark. A
small clam, polished until it shone with a soft glinting light, was what had
fallen. Marissa examined it fully.
"Hey, it's a box!" she said, pulling it open.
Inside was a black pearl, of such enormous beauty
in which no pearl has received before. But this beauty, and Theresa perceived,
was not the type of beauty of a normal pink or white pearl, but the dark beauty
of something only meant for an evil and deceiving purpose.
"Marissa, I don't think that looks too good,"
said Theresa cautiously, backing away from it. Marissa didn't answer. Theresa
looked at her anxiously, thinking something bad had befallen her. Indeed, something
Theresa saw Marissa stare at her, her eyes blank
like a hypnotized person. Theresa backed away, swishing her tail angrily. But
Marissa wasn't after her. She was simply looking at her, trying to hypnotize
her also. Theresa fought the pain in her head, and screamed silently. Marissa
was becoming a slave of the pearl.
Inside of Marissa's head a battle was waging
against her and the dark faerie, who was slowly invading her mind. A soft soothing
note was heard as Marissa flowed back through her memories, hearing a piano
key being struck softly, as she struggled to get out of the web of memories
she was tied to. As she did, the dark faerie had totally occupied her full mind,
and was preparing to destroy Maraqua.
Theresa, however, was swiftly swimming away from
Maraqua, determined to stop Marissa's enslaver. The pearl was what was invading
Marissa's mind, and soon would invade others by using Marissa. Theresa was not
going to become one of them, a walking, hypnotized army, like that of the poor
Meridellian peasants in the war between Kass and Skarl.
Theresa scanned the landscape, looking for a
place to put her new living quarters in, until the Maraquan Uni found a small
rocky cave that was just on the outskirts of Maraqua.
She heard voices, and saw two Maraquan Aishas,
probably sisters, emerge from the cave.
"What do you want?" they asked.
"I was looking for shelter to put my new living
quarters in…for there is a bad thing in Maraqua…" Theresa said hastily.
"Maraqua, you say? We may be able to help, there
is another room in the cave, and we are tired of having only each other for
company," said one.
"I am Caylis, and this is Isca," she added.
"The thing that is invading Maraqua, perhaps
even now, is a black pearl. We found it amongst the wreckage of the Lobster
Pot, and within it is a strange power that has enslaved my friend Marissa into
a walking hypnotizing machine," said Theresa.
"I dreamt something like this in my dreams,"
said Isca, putting her hand over Caylis's shoulder. "Come, you may put your
new living quarter in our cave. We will try to help you save Maraqua," she added.
A week later, Theresa had fully moved in to their
home. A Maraquan Cobrall swam by her face as she ate breakfast with Isca and
"We must destroy the black pearl," said Caylis,
her gray eyes seeming to be tinged with red from fury. Theresa peeked out of
the window. A large group of Maraquan inhabitants were coming nearer, Marissa
"We may have company," Theresa warned, gobbling
down her breakfast hurriedly. Caylis and Isca looked out of the window, and
saw that the Maraquans weren't coming towards them, but towards Maraqua.
"They're destroying Maraqua!" cried Isca, shielding
her ears from the earsplitting noises of glass cracking and the destroying of
many homes. Theresa looked out of the window again. Some were destroying houses,
others were destroying Maraqua's meeting hall.
"My house!" she shrieked, her eyes daring to
watch the hypnotized people batter her house with rocks, smashing the windows
and pounding at the door with clubs.
Non-hypnotized inhabitants ran away screaming,
and one, by a twist of fate, knocked on their door.
An old, bearded Koi stood at their door, pounding
on it furiously.
They let him in.
"King Kelpbeard!" exclaimed Theresa, bowing low.
Isca looked at Caylis uncertainly.
"King Kelpbeard, I know why the people are destroying
Maraqua. They have been enslaved by a cursed black pearl, cursed by all the
likes of evilness, from a dark faerie to even a pirate. I could not warn you,
nor could Isca or Caylis, for they would have enslaved us too," explained Theresa.
"I see," said King Kelpbeard. He scratched his
head, deep in thought.
"I remember, if memory serves, one of my upper-land
spies, who is a Quiggle named Darin, that Captain Scarblade had conspired with
a dark faerie to create the ultimate mind-enslaving machine. Of course, the
captain of the Lobster Pot, Captain Zagaar, stole it from him, and was trying
for the domination of the whole of Neopia. Of course, he wouldn't even get past
Maraqua without Scarblade stopping him, but he tried anyway, and this is what
he created. A living, breathing horde of minions," said King Kelpbeard.
"We're going to have to destroy that pearl,"
said Caylis, gritting her teeth. Isca and Theresa nodded. The next day, their
plan went into action.
Isca slipped silently out of the house, her slender
figure sliding along in the water, noticing her sister Caylis swimming quickly
towards Marissa, Theresa's friend.
"Hey, over here, come and get me!" snarled Caylis
angrily, rolling her eyes in a very rude manner. She was the bait, and Isca
was going to help her too.
Isca came up and tapped Marissa in the shoulder.
"You can't catch me!" she said playfully, and the Maraquan Acara took off in
pursuit of the fleeting Isca. Caylis was left to deal with the rest of the enslaved
Meanwhile, Theresa was hiding in a big coral
reef, her front hooves ready, waiting for Isca to come. It did not take long,
and she soon saw Isca sliding towards her, out of breath and breathing heavily.
Ashen-faced, she slid into a hole in the reef.
Marissa soon came, swimming through the reef
straight at Theresa. She did not see her hooves coming, and soon stood still
in shock as Theresa smashed her front hooves into the pearl's case and smashed
it open, the pearl exploding into smithereens as a blast of water exploded into
Marissa stood agape, her mouth just hanging there
like she couldn't pull it up. The whole horde of hypnotized Maraquans stopped
chasing Caylis, and turned to stare at the beautiful water faerie swimming through.
"I am Nereid, the water faerie. I have come to
help restore the peace, and search for the ones who fled when you destroyed
the city upon no fault of your own. I cannot help but thank Theresa, Isca, and
Caylis for destroying the pearl's power for me. I did not fire that water blast,
Theresa. It was you who did it," said Nereid, gracefully touching Theresa's
head, and gathering a search party.
Marissa hugged Theresa, tears streaming from
her eyes. Theresa was soon enveloped by Caylis and Isca's hugs too, and they
cried all they wanted to.
Reader, I know how this happened without even
taking a look at the library. For reader…I am Theresa…and Maraqua still flourishes
under the ocean floor, and more secrets are there-for the ones who are willing
to look for it.