A Gift for Fyora
Fyora knew today was Fyora Day. When she had woken up that
morning and checked her calendar, it said in big, bold red letters 'Fyora Day
today!' It didn't feel like Fyora Day, though. Crimes that she had to solve went
on in Neopia Central, in Meridell and Brightvale Kings Skarl and Hagan still fought
and Fyora had to help them make amends, riots started in the Carnival of Terror
because of all the rigged games, riots started in Mystery Island because pets
said that Tombola was unfair, wars started in Krawk Island because of stupid things,
like someone saying their eye patch was the best, pets from the South froze on
Terror Mountain and Fyora had to rescue them, snow pets melted in the Lost Desert
and Fyora had to get them back to Terror Mountain refreeze, Fyora had to make
sure the giant omelette was always refilling, and even in Faerieland, the Faerie
Queen had to stop the little bickers that aroused from her subjects, the Faeries,
about who was the prettiest and things like that.
So when Fyora returned home to her castle after
her normal and exhausting day, a day in which not one pet wished her a happy
Fyora Day, she was disappointed and sad. All her maids asked her what was the
matter, but Fyora just sighed, shook her head, and whispered, "Nothing."
Fyora went up three sets of stairs and had to
answer three sets of maids before she reached her bedroom. Once inside it, she
shut and locked her door. Even on days as glum as this one, seeing her bedroom
made Fyora perk up a little. It was a small room, the smallest in the house,
that was overcrowded with a huge purple bed with three pink pillows on it, a
purple dresser that had an over sized mirror hanging above it, a long closet
that took up the whole left wall, and a tall bookshelf filled with books. On
Fyora's bed sat her Ona, Percy.
Fyora leaped onto her bed, threw her pink high
heels onto the floor, and hugged Percy tightly to her chest.
"Oh, Percy today has been horrible! No one remembered
it was Fyora Day. I just had to work, work, work!" Fyora sobbed as she said
this to her petpet.
The Ona kissed Fyora on her chin. Sniffing loudly,
Fyora smiled down at Percy and Percy smiled back up at her.
"At least I'll always have a petpet who loves
me, right Percy?" for a reply Percy kissed Fyora again.
There was suddenly a knock on the bedroom door.
"Come in!" Fyora called.
"Ma'am, the door's locked!" came the voice of
one of Fyora's maids, an Earth Faerie named Leah.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot! One second!"
Fyora gently set Percy back down on the bed and
walked over to the door. She unlocked it and opened it to reveal the short Earth
Faerie who was holding a square package wrapped in brown paper.
"Somebody just dropped it off at the front door.
I'm not sure what it is," said Leah.
"It might be something interesting. May I have
it please?" asked Fyora.
Leah held it out hesitatingly. Fyora could tell
she was afraid it was something dangerous inside.
"You can leave, Leah. I'm a big girl," Fyora
Leah grinned and waved goodbye as Fyora closed
and locked the door yet again.
"Look, Percy, someone sent me a package. I wonder
what it is," wondered Fyora as she went to sit next to Percy on the bed.
The first thing Fyora examined was the outside.
On it was a short note written in blue marker.
Happy Fyora Day!
Fyora grinned at seeing someone remembered
it was Fyora Day. She tore the brown paper off hurriedly to reveal a white box.
On it was another note in the same blue marker. It was actually a poem.
We look up to you
When you help us out
We love you
Day or night
We long to see your face
Because you're a pretty as can be
You give us gifts every day
Now it's time for yours
So Happy Fyora Day
Here's a gift from me
The faerie queen reread the poem three times,
and then read it aloud for Percy to hear.
"This is beautiful, Percy, and not only because
it's about me. After I open the box up, I think I'll tape this poem on the wall."
Now eager to see inside the box, Fyora carefully
opened up the lid and peered inside. There was absolutely nothing in the box.
Disappointed, Fyora started walking over to her
trash can next to the dresser to throw the box-part away; she was still keeping
the lid to tape onto the wall. Just as she was about to get rid of the box forever,
she saw a note in the blue marker on the very bottom of the box.
Did you think I could just let you go without
a present? Meet me at the tree on the right side of Faerie Furniture at 7:00
NST to get your present.
Fyora glanced at the clock on the wall. It was
6:56! Giving Percy a quick kiss on the forehead and pulling on some fluffy pink
slippers, Fyora ran out of her room and down the stairs, her maids giving her
strange stares. On the second floor, the seamstress maid stopped her.
"Fyora, about that new dress for the Faerie Ball..."
the maid started, but was cut off by Fyora running away.
"Sorry, I've got to run! Tell me about it later!"
shouted Fyora as she ran down the last flight of stairs and out the front door.
Neopets and faeries alike stared at Fyora as
she sprinted down the street, knowing that 7:00 couldn't be less than a minute
away. Finally, she saw the huge store that was Faerie Furniture and a huge tree
next to it that had to be the one her mysterious gift-giver had talked about.
Fyora put on an extra burst of speed and ran
up to the tree. She then stopped and laid one hand on the tree, panting. When
she was recovered, she looked around for the pet. The only pet there was a scrawny
green Kacheek dressed in rags who was sitting against the tree.
"Excuse me; have you seen someone else by this
tree?" Fyora asked the Kacheek.
"No, ma'am," the Kacheek replied.
There was a pause for a few minutes.
"Are you looking for someone who gave you a present?"
the Kacheek asked suddenly.
"Yes, how would you know?" questioned Fyora.
"That was me," the Kacheek whispered.
Fyora glanced at the scrawny pet. It didn't look
like he could afford a decent meal, let alone a gift box, brown paper, and a
"What's your name?" Fyora asked.
"Konnie," the Kacheek replied.
"Konnie, will you tell me something?"
"Of course, Queen Fyora."
"How could you afford to buy me something?"
Konnie stared at the ground for a few minutes
"I really wanted to get you something for Fyora
Day, so I didn't eat for a week to save up enough Neopoints to get something.
After I got the box, paper, and marker I only had two Neopoints left, enough
for only a pile of dung. I decided to just give you the box and tell you to
come here so I could give you the present of...of..."
Konnie broke down crying, his head in his hands.
Fyora knelt down next to the Kacheek, rubbing his back and making shushing sounds.
"I just wanted to get you something special,"
mumbled Konnie through his tears.
"You did get me something special, Konnie. Not
one other person today wished me a happy Fyora Day. You did that and so much
more. You put me before yourself, something I've never seen anybody do before.
You were completely selfless and I will be forever grateful for that. You have
given me the best gift ever, Konnie."
Konnie smiled up at Fyora through his tear-streaked
"Goodbye, Fyora," Konnie whispered.
"Goodbye, Konnie," Fyora whispered.
As Fyora walked away, she thought about what
she said. Konnie had given her the best gift ever. She knew she had given
him the best gift ever also: a friend.