The Rainbow Pearls: Part One
It was once said that a hero could be found in all of us,
even in the
darkest corners of one’s heart.
Our story starts in the darker parts of Faerieland…
“Kirra!” yelled Maelstra.
“Coming Maelstra, your ladyship,” called Kirra, addressing her elder with
the respect that had been drilled into her head since, well, ever.
She finished combing her long, deep purple hair with her personal Maelstra
Brush and ran down to the kitchen to the irritated uber faerie, midnight black
dress swishing behind her.
“Well, get on then! You were due at Jhudora’s Quest about five minutes ago”,
said Maelstra, as she pushed Kirra and a shadow eyrie out the door.
“Why do I have to be the daughter of Maelstra?” complained Kirra to the eyrie,
Jovan, as she led the way down the road out of the dark corner of Faerieland.
“I don’t know,” answered Jovan, sarcastically, “maybe its because you were
created for her. Well maybe not literally, but you are the ‘Blessed Chosen One’
to follow in her footsteps.”
She sighed; hating those particular words with a passion and continued on
the path further toward Jhudora’s Quest. “I wish I could get out it.”
Meanwhile down in the deep, Chailyn the water faerie quietly crept back into
her room so not to disturb her four primellas, Sammi, Verdi, Trory, and Misae.
She put her grooming utensils back in her closet and looked at her small desk
“Look at the time! I’ve got to go or I’ll miss breakfast!” said Chailyn, and
she rushed off to the house kitchen.
“Good morning, Chai,” said Nereid to her rushed young student.
“Morning, Nereid,” Chailyn greeted back and seated herself with the ten other
students at the breakfast table. After issuing the morning announcements and
assignments, Nereid concluded with, “Finish your breakfast, do your chores,
and then you may all go exploring. Understood?” said Nereid, as she turned to
“Understood,” all the young water faeries chorused.
“I’m off to the Healing Springs. Have a good day,” said Nereid, before swimming
out the door with a flick of her tail.
“Finally!” Chailyn sighed to herself. “She’s gone.”
Chailyn swam up to her room and looked in the mirror with her sparkling sapphire
eyes. She picked up her hairbrush and started to comb and braid her long golden
“Chailyn, we’re hungry!” whined Trory, the red primella, who usually would
speak for the four of them. He sat on her vanity and looked up at he with very
pathetic begging eyes.
“Okay, you whiny beasts,” said Chailyn with a giggle. She led her pets, which
were throwing dirty looks at her happy chuckles, down to the kitchen to have
a quick breakfast.
In the forests of Meridell, a youth stood at the base of a tree, with her hands
on her hips and wings erect in annoyance.
“Illusen! ILLUSEN! What are you doing up there?” yelled Quenelle the earth
faerie, to Illusen, who was perched on top of an old gnarled tree observing
the pale morning. “What are you doing in that tree?”
“What?” Illusen whispered under her breath. Sprung from her daze she looked
down and smiled. “Oh. It’s Quenelle.” Illusen remembered the day, so many years
ago, when she was summoned to the faerie palace, and Fyora handed her a little
toddler named Quenelle and told her she was now the little one’s guardian. Quenelle
was now 14 and had grown up quite beautifully. From Quenelle’s streaked dark
brown hair and shining green eyes to the dainty boots on her feet, this faerie
was to be feared by her temper.
“Illusen! Get down here!” Quenelle yelled. Illusen jumped down in one great
leap, landing without a sound on the soft dirt and debris.
“What’s your problem today, Quenelle?” asked Illusen.
“More like your problem. Neopets are lined up in front of the glade to way
beyond my sights,” replied Quenelle, as Illusen’s eyes grew big. Then gesturing
at her green ixi, Shalin. “And I can’t find Shalin’s brush.”
“I’ve got to get going,” Illusen sighed in personal surprise that she’d actually
forget to open her shop. Suddenly, she turned back. “Look under that mess you
call your bed for Shalin’s brush.” She added, before flying off.
“Okay, okay. Just a little more concentration,” said Fuhnah to the young fire
faerie, Esne, who had come seeking her guidance. Then out of nowhere, the little
pile of sticks in front of Esne became ablaze. “Yes! You’ve got it!” Fuhnah
gave Esne a huge hug.
“Good work, sweets. Look, I’ve got to go do my shift at the Gormball center,”
she said, turning to her daughter before leaving. “Keep practicing and please,
if you would be handy and make dinner for me, please.”
“Fine, Fuhnah,” said Esne, watching her mentor leave and fly out of sight.
Esne got up from her cross-legged position and walked to her room.
Her fiery pet lupe, Faris, bounded up to her, “So, did you do it finally? Did
you set the twigs on fire?” asked Faris in his wise deep voice.
“Yeah, I did,” answered Esne, trying to sound bored but could not hide her
joy. She walked over to the vanity table, and looked in the mirror to see a
green-eyed redhead looking right back at her. Esne flopped on her bed, covering
her face with her arms. She disliked being just another fire faerie, Esne wanted
to be famous, something more, than just a little light in a bottle that can
bestow gifts to neopets.
“Umm… something wrong?” asked Faris, confused.
“Oh nothing,” she said, as she got up and walked to the kitchen. “Well, Fuhnah
said I had to make dinner for myself. So, I might as well make a soup. What
kind?” Esne asked her fiery lupe.
“Lamb broth all the way!” answered Faris hungrily.
Within a second, Esne had a pile of sticks in the little stone hearth under
the shiny black soup pot. With a little concentration wince, Esne snapped her
fingers and a tiny flame flickered on her thumb, but when she blew at it, the
flame flew toward the hearth and started a roaring fire. After wiping her hands
on the sides of her pants, Esne walked over to the kitchen counter and started
to cut some carrots.
In a little cottage near the Faerie Palace, “Lucrece!” said Trevet, to the
light faerie’s back. “Lucrece, my reading light went out again. Don’t you think
you’re not putting in enough juice into it when you light it?”
“Give me a minute to consider it,” said Lucrece, turning back to her faerie
kau with a bottle of shampoo. “Trevet please stop moving. I’m trying to give
you a bath.”
“Well then hurry up, or I’ll have to tell your mother,” he said with sarcasm.
In a flash his look snapped to apologetic. “I’m sorry, Lucrece.”
“That’s okay, you forgot,” replied Lucrece, sounding a little saddened. Like
a movie, Lucrece’s life began playing before her mind’s eye.
The story is that Lucrece’s mother was the uber-light faerie. When she was
just a toddler, Lucrece was given to some other faeries of the royal court.
She was brought up in the royal court, practically treated like royalty, and
when they, her keepers, thought she could handle herself at fourteen, she was
sent to live in a cottage near the royal palace. Lucrece can’t remember anything
about her mother, and that was like a hole in her not knowing who she really
is, who her family is. As a result, the topic was not brought up.
As Lucrece reviewed her life story once again, the doorbell rang. She got up
and answered the door, still holding the container of shampoo. It was the mailman,
Mr. Koki, an older quiggle with wrinkles about his eyes and mouth from his constant
“Morning, Mr. Koki,” greeted Lucrece, feeling better already. “Much mail today?”
“Yes, here you go,” he answered, handing her a stack of white envelopes and
walking back to his mail cart.
“Bye and thanks agai-,”started Lucrece, then yelped and jumped a foot back
into the house because of a well-dressed winged nimmo who appeared in a Poof
on her doorstep.
“By order of her majesty, Queen Fyora of Neopia, you are to except this invitation,”
said the nimmo, handing a creamy envelope with gold décor swirling on the edges
to her, and then disappeared just as abruptly as he arrived.
Trevet trotted over and peered over Lucrece’s shoulder, reading the silver
printing on the invitation. It read:
You’re Invited to the Celebration of
The Royal Princess Rina’s Fifteenth Birthday
Bringing A Present is Optional
Trevet was saying, “cool”, and “way to go”; to Lucrece before he realized that
she had gone silent and frozen in place.
“Lucrece, are you alright? Lucrece? Hello? Is anybody home?” he was saying,
making sure she was still sane and conscious.
And as every faerie opened their invitation, Nereid, Illusen, and Fuhnah had
a similar reaction. Though, Maelstra was just muttering under her breath about
how the princess was just a spoiled brat.
To be continued...