Just Another Bunch of Letters
14th Day of Running, Year 6
I’m sure you enjoyed your Neopia Central tour when you were here the other
week (at least, I’m pretty sure). I tried my hardest to show you everything
but Neopia Central just can’t be viewed in one day. I really hope you return.
I promise I won’t make you eat mustard ice cream next time. Believe me, I didn’t
know you were allergic to mustard. Next time, I’ll let you taste some eyeball
sushi. They’re the best!
Life is…normal. I’m still an ordinary Island Gelert living in Neopia Central.
As I write this, Belle is humming in the kitchen as she tries to figure out
how to make the new (Note: the fifth this week) Faerie Kitchen Oven work. She
is neither cook nor baker. If she forces me to eat another burnt creation (they’re
so charred I can’t tell what they are) of hers, I’ll hurl disgracefully on the
Mootix Rug. Nadashikoh loves that rug. Hmm…scratch what I said. I would gladly
hurl on that rug for my conceited Aisha sister’s sake.
Speaking of which, Nadashikoh asked me to tell you that she said she enjoyed
your company (that was a mouthful!). I think you’re the first Neopet ever to
say yes to her offer of showcasing her humongous plushie collection. By the
time my dear sibling had finished boasting about her gallery, it was time for
lunch. You were in her room for a solid two hours, Isis. Whew. I’m glad you
managed to survive that.
Whatever it was that you wished for at the Wishing Well, I’m sure it will
come true. You had a particularly pensive expression on your face when you were
dropping your Neopoints. I could tell you liked the Health Food Shop, too. Honestly,
I can’t stand the place. I only braved that den of junk because of you. I shiver
whenever I remember the green Quiggle attempting to shove an apple into my mouth.
Yuck. Good thing I always have a pack of finger crisps with me. I was about
to die of healthy smell inhalation. The fresh aroma of the finger crisps brought
me to life!
Uh oh. I can hear Belle calling my name. What has she baked/cooked (if you
could call it that) now?
23rd Day of Running, Year 6
You didn’t reply to my last letter. Why? Is something going on that you can’t
tell me? Maybe my letter hasn’t reached you. But then, if it hasn’t, then shouldn’t
you have written me a letter asking me why I haven’t written to you? I know
my sentences right now are just going round and round. See, I’m confused. Do
write as soon as you receive this.
Anyway, Yuki is going through an identity crisis. All the changing of species
and genders is really making him crazy. Belle is seriously considering not bringing
him to the secret lab anymore. The ironic thing is, Yuki wants to continue his
lab training. Oh, and in case you were wondering, he’s a female red Wocky right
now. I’m thinking of volunteering to be the new lab pet, even just temporarily,
so Yuki can take a break. What do you think?
Nadashikoh, on the other hand, is currently running an Apple Cider Stand.
She is creeping me out. She’s been attempting to sell cider for 100 NPs a glass
for three whole days. And, she’s doing it in front of our Neohome! My friends
feel so sorry for her that some of them can’t help buying a few glasses.
I’m stopping now. I must go and help Nadashikoh rake in some dough. As much
as I hate what she’s doing, I don’t want her to make a fool of herself. Not
because I’m fond of her, mind you, but because I’ll be thought of as a fool,
as well. I won’t be able to walk the streets of Neopia Central safely. Neopets
will call me, “the poor brother of the Faerie Aisha who tried to sell apple
cider for 100 NPs a glass”.
Reply soon! I’ll be waiting.
2nd Day of Hunting, Year 6
Why are you ignoring my letters, Isis? Have you found so much to do with your
time that you cannot spare a little for me? I miss your letters. I miss you.
Write to me.
10th day of Relaxing, Year 6
I used this envelope because it reminded me of you. Pink: sweet, innocent,
and friendly. I know you don’t think of yourself that way but you are. If only
Nadashikoh were a lot like you, we would get along so much better.
Why won’t you reply? I mean, could you, at least, answer my question? It’s
not nice to keep me guessing. I thought you were my friend.
30th day of Swimming, Year 6
I am so sorry I have not written to you in months! I hope I am not too late.
I did not ignore your letters, my friend. I have not gotten my paws on them
until now. Mort, my mutant Mortog friend from the Lost Desert, found your letters
unopened in our mailbox back there. He has taken the time to mail them all to
me along with a letter of his own.
Were you surprised when you saw my letter? Were you outraged? I am not even
sure that this has reached you. Terror Mountain, although not as far from Neopia
Central as the Lost Desert, is very steep and glacial. Add to that is the fact
that a sea has to be crossed. Whoever makes sure that the mail from pets here
gets to wherever they have been sent must be totally fatigued everyday.
Do not think that I have not thought of writing to you all these months. I
have. I only thought that a Post Office was not in existence here. It was only
when I received your letters through Mort did I realize that there is one.
Why am I at Terror Mountain of all places, you ask? It all began when I turned
up at home after my trip to Neopia Central. Lady Re was very ecstatic. She ushered
me into the house and told me to pack the rest of my things. She went on and
on about some deal she had struck with a Neopet. She was supposed to write a
novel in one year about life on Terror Mountain. The payment was high, she said,
and she needed to do something, anyway, besides squandering her Neopoints. She
also mentioned that she had sold all our furnishings, that the Neohome would
remain empty until we chose to return.
“Empty until we choose to return?” I asked her. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“We’re moving to Terror Mountain,” Lady Re replied with a smile. “I already
bought a new Neohome there.” She began helping me pack at this point. “It makes
so much sense, don’t you think, for us to live there so that I can study Terror
Mountain and its locals up close.”
I must tell you, Yannagiba, that arguing with Re is like pummeling a chocolate
mallow. You will drown in cream before you know it. I chose to keep my mouth
shut albeit I was hurting so much inside. Horus (my Anubis, if you remember)
shared my sentiments but what were we to do?
Five tedious hours later, we arrived on top of Terror Mountain. Our home…our
home was an igloo. And not a sizeable one at that. It was so cold. I was bundled
up in two layers of clothing but I could still feel the frost seeping into my
skin. It is amazing that my skin, so accustomed to the blistering heat of the
Lost Desert, cannot stand the snow and the cold.
It has been five months since then and still, I have not adjusted to the freezing
I need you.
Your best friend,
8th Day of Hiding, Year 6
You wrote! I am so happy. Forget everything I said in my letters about you-know-what.
I was in no position to write such things. I’m sorry. If I could take them back,
I will in a heartbeat.
I can’t believe it. You’re at Terror Mountain. TERROR MOUNTAIN! Before I tell
you about what’s been happening her, I have to ask you something. Is it just
the weather you’re having trouble adjusting to or are you hiding something else?
Like, maybe, how you’re adjusting to the Neopets there? Tell me more about what
your life’s like now. What do you do for fun? I’d love to visit and challenge
you to a snowball fight.
I’m writing this letter in my room at the Royal Neopian. My siblings and I
are to leave for home tomorrow. We’ve been here for a week, engorging in the
hotel services which include Neopian Times delivery, maid service, Fitness Center,
Burger Bar (yum!), sauna, swimming pool, and a lot more. We’re here because
Belle is taking a bunch of complicated tests somewhere. She looked absolutely
frazzled before she left muttering things that us Neopets could hardly comprehend.
She sounded distressed when she told us she would be gone for a week. We tried
to assure her that everything would be fine. After all, we could take care of
ourselves. I’m not sure she even heard us.
I’m getting tired of all the luxuries here. Except for Nadashikoh (who is
curled up on the Beauty Bed), the rest of us can’t wait to get out of here.
Yuki, in particular, is craving for the lab! Can you believe it? I guess he
got so used to the lab training now that it seems out of place not to go there.
19th Day of Hiding, Year 6
Just so you know, I have never participated in a snowball fight. In fact,
I have never participated in anything around here. Those wretched Neopets avoid
me like Neomonia. I would cry if I did not feel like my tears would become frozen
in the arctic air. I have tried endlessly to use your previous advice but it
does not work like a charm on this winter wasteland. I am dying for someone
to talk to besides my dear Horus. Lady Re is a hopeless case. All she does is
wander around Terror Mountain observing the sky and interviewing the residents.
It is uncanny, Yannagiba. They shy away from me as I approach. I hear whispers,
oh so soft whispers, “She came from the Lost Desert…” “Poor thing.” “Eww…who
does she think she is?” By no means did I think I would be treated like this.
So. It is because of my heritage that they shun me. What is wrong with the Lost
Desert? Then again, what is right with Terror Mountain? I see none.
Re has offered a very easy solution to my problem. She willingly suggested
that she buy me a snow paint brush for instant reception into the wintry clique.
Ah, yes, I thought, if I were snow…they would treat me as one of their own and
be none the wiser.
“It’ll be good for your health, too!” she added merrily. “You won’t need to
wear so many layers of insulation all the time. I mean, you still could if you
want to, but…you know what I mean.”
Lady Re is always in high spirits nowadays. For some reason, she does not
seem to miss the Lost Desert one bit. Unlike me. I long for the day when I will
be able to see my desert again. I can almost feel the sand under my paws.
In my dreams.
14th Day of Gathering, Year 6
Your letter took its time getting here. I guess I just have to remind myself
that you’re up there and I’m down here. You know me. I worry a lot. Maybe I
should bribe the pets at the Post Office to make your letters arrive faster.
Come to think of it, that’s not a bad idea.
On to your dilemma. Nobody has the right to choose for you but yourself. Think
carefully. Do you really want to be a Snow Aisha and leave your Lost Desert
appearance behind? Note that if you decide to become Snow, that doesn’t mean
you’re betraying your homeland (which is the way it sounded in your last letter).
But then, do you really want to be friends with pets who base their decisions
on appearance (I’m not one of them. *coughs* Okay, so maybe I am a little. Alright,
a lot. Happy? I mean, I used to. I’m still you friend, right?)?
Hang in there. Things will get better.
Not that my situation here is improving. My siblings and I visit the Neolodge
so often that the staff recognize us and call us by name. It makes me feel like
I’m somebody rich and famous (when it’s obvious that I’m not!). We are so tired
of the place but we have to stay there. See, Belle is away more and more. Each
time she returns to fetch us, she looks even more bushed than she did before.
She keeps on insisting that she’s alright even though it’s obvious that she
isn’t. The next time she tries to chuck us into the Royal Neopian, I am telling
her that we can fend for ourselves.
I have to go.
3rd Day of Collecting, Year 6
I AM A SNOW AISHA NOW.
7th Day of Storing, Year 6
I don’t know what to say. I really don’t.
But I’ll try…expressing what I feel, anyway. Okay. Here goes: I thought you
would choose…I thought you wanted…I thought I knew…
Oh, never mind.
So, tell me. Are things getting better?
1st Day of Celebrating, Year 6
You are going to love it here. The snow, the wind, the ice…they’re all part
of winter on Terror Mountain. Although, it is always winter on Terror Mountain.
Come and visit. I will take you ice skating.
It’s the first day of Celebrating and you know what that means…the Advent Calendar.
There were so many pets crowding all over the place that my friends and I had
to wait for quite a long time before we had our turn. I was hoping I would see
you there, Yannagiba.
Yes, things are finally getting better. For the first time, Lady Re was right.
The pets have accepted me now that I am like them, now that my skin is white
and not golden brown. Now that I am of the snow and not of my beloved desert.
Everything is different now. Re and I often get invited to lovely winter parties
and I’ve even taken part in Snow Wars. I am beginning to get a little athletic
Sometimes, though, I get pangs of sadness. They strike me at night when I
am alone except for Horus’ company. I feel as if I’ve lost a part of myself
and will never get it back…the price I paid for giving up my Lost Desert Aisha
self. Sometimes, my anguish is so tangible that I feel tears smarting my eyes
and I cry and I cry until I can cry no more.
Things change, right, Yannagiba? And, sometimes, one has to yield to change
in order to survive. I couldn’t have lasted had I not conceded, right?
25th Day of Celebrating, Year 6
Merry Christmas! As I write this, the rest of my family is bundling up for
the freezing weather up there at Terror Mountain. We’re going to the Advent
Calendar (and I’ll go and meet you!) to collect today’s bounty and will most
probably end up spending the night somewhere there.
Everyone’s pretty much happy. Belle passed those freakish exams she took months
ago. Yuki is a yellow Lenny, at the moment, and he’s totally racking up intelligence
points (and trying not to think about the Lab Ray too much). Oh, and Ashi’s
got a new moneymaking scheme: slushies. The ones she makes aren’t so bad, I
guess, but maybe that’s because Chi the Aubergine Chia is helping her. That
Faerie Aisha doesn’t know when to stop. I’m afraid she’ll wear out Chi and he’ll
end up ill, as usual.
I’ve got an awfully different outlook on change, Isis. For me, if change will
bring more harm than good, then I’d rather have things just the way they are.
And, I’ll change to make myself happy, not others. But, then, we are two very
different pets with very different ways of handling things. I respect you for
Just in case you ever feel like you can’t take it anymore, I’ve got a shiny
Christmas present for you. Clue: It’s got a gold handle and colored bristles.
Oh, and you can bring it to the Rainbow Pool with you if you’ve had enough.
Only if you’ve had enough, you hear!
If you like, you can even use it as a pillow (a rough and extremely hard pillow)
at night, if you want. And, if you don’t like my present, would you rather have
some of my famous eyeball sushi, instead? I don’t mind…
Your best friend,
Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading Just Another Bunch of Letters.
This short story is the much-awaited sequel of Just a Bunch of Letters. I hope
you guys like it. Neomail me if you have any comments/suggestions. ^^