From Rags to Riches: Fyora's Story
"Fyora, dear, bring me a cup of borovan, will you?"
"Yes, your majesty, right away," replied Fyora.
Fyora was a poor orphaned Light Faerie, who wandered the streets of Faerieland
every night, looking for a nice warm bed to sleep in, or maybe a meal. She worked
for Queen Marielle during the day to provide her with a small source of income.
As Fyora set the steaming cup of borovan before
her queen, she noticed that the queen's eyes were not their usual sparkling
blue. Instead, they were a dull grey color.
Queen Marielle noticed Fyora's concern. "I'm
not the same as I used to be, Fyora," she said solemnly. "All this queen business
is really starting to tire me out."
"Then why don't you use magic to solve your problems?"
Queen Marielle sighed. "When I accepted the crown,
the Faerie Council took my magic away from me, for they believed that a good
Queen should be honest and true. She must truly care about Neopia."
Fyora was shocked. How could they do such a horrible
thing? Fyora figured that even the small amount of magic she had was better
than no magic at all!
"Fyora, my dear," began Queen Marielle with serious
eyes. "As you know, I am an orphan also, so there is no heir to the throne.
That means I must choose the next queen. Someone who has dignity and and grace,
and most of all, determination."
Fyora listened intently.
"That someone is you, Fyora."
"M-me?" questioned Fyora, hands trembling. "Why
me? I am a nobody! People just love to make fun of me and step all over me!
They even call me "The Little Orphan Faerie!" You don't know what it's like!"
"Oh, Fyora, I know exactly what you're going
through! Don't forget that I was an orphan, too!"
"You couldn't have been an orphan. You're just
too…perfect! I bet you just said you were an orphan so people would feel bad
"Fyora," Queen Marielle said sternly. "You know
very well that I would never have lied to the people of Neopia. Ever. In fact,
I remember when I was just your age, I used to roam around Faerieland in my
tattered dress and look into shop windows and fantasize what it would be like
to have ultimate riches and fancy dresses. But when I became the Faerie Queen,
I realized it wasn't about expensive clothing or extravagant jewels. I sacrificed
my magic for the good of Neopia. That is what it truly means to be the Faerie
"I'm so sorry," Fyora apologized. "I didn't realize…"
"It's okay, little one. Now you get some rest.
You have a lot to learn about being Queen tomorrow."
That night Fyora couldn't sleep. She couldn't
just let the Faerie Council take her magic away and say, "Here, take your crown
and go rule Neopia!" She wouldn't let them take her magic away. She had to do
When Fyora woke up the next morning, she was shocked to find herself in a huge
canopy bed that reached the ceiling and was as soft as a cloud.
Queen Marielle strolled into the room. "Rise
and shine!" she said joyfully. "You and I have a big day ahead of us. Today
I shall teach you the basics of being Queen."
"Okay…but first, can you tell me where I am?"
"Why, you're in the Queen's Royal Suite, of course!
If you're going to become queen, you might as well get used to it!"
"This is something I can definitely get used
to!" Fyora giggled.
"Alright, silly. First order of business is to
show you around the castle. We can't have our new queen getting lost in her
own castle, now, can we?"
"This castle is going to be all mine? Really?"
"Of course! Now let's get to work."
After about an hour of walking around the castle, Fyora said, "Wailing white
Weewoos! This place has more passageways and corridors and hallways than Faerieland
"Trust me, after about a hundred years, you're
bound to be able to find your way around here," replied Queen Marielle.
Throughout the rest of the day, Fyora learned
various skills that all good queens should excel in, such as signing her name
properly, learning how to make new laws and change old ones, and, most interesting
of all, Fyora learned how to remove a deranged (and hungry) Meepit from the
Royal Kitchen during brunch. That one didn't make very much sense to Fyora,
but she listened attentively anyway.
All throughout the day, Fyora was becoming more
and more accustomed to the thought of being Queen. But she still got a queasy
feeling in her stomach when she thought about the sacrifice she would have to
It was the day of the ceremony. Fyora slipped into her best dress, a
raggedy old beige one. She tied her faded pink ribbon around her ponytail. The
queen-to-be took one last look in the mirror, took a deep breath, and walked
out of her suite with her head held high, just as Queen Marielle had taught
her to do.
"Good bye old life," she whispered through her
Fyora walked into the Royal Ballroom. Some faeries
and Neopets that had come to the ceremony had strange looks on their faces,
as if to say, "That is our new queen?"
But that depressing thought was pushed away when
a group of six Faeries came up to Fyora. "Hello!" said one of the faeries. She
was an Earth Faerie. "I'm Heather. My friends and I here are the members of
the Faerie Council. I assume Queen Marielle has told you about us?"
Of course, thought Fyora angrily. Aren't you
those people who have come to ruin my life?
But Fyora's anger was quickly dismissed when
each member of the council presented her with a "palace-warming" gift.
Heather, the Earth Faerie, presented her with
a lush, sparkling pink flower that lived forever and never needed to be watered
or tended to.
Amy, the Water Faerie gave her a lovely stone
fountain with Neopets and faeries carved into it.
Valerie the Light Faerie gave her an extravagantly
beautiful Rod of Nova, along with an unlimited supply of other beautiful multicolored
Jennifer the Air Faerie gave her a stunning necklace
featuring every shade of blue imaginable.
Sarah the Fire Faerie presented her with a gold
charm that was studded with rubies.
And lastly, Roxanne the Dark Faerie gave her
a luxurious dark velvet furniture set that would take up a whole room just by
Fyora had never seen such beautiful objects in
all her life, and thanked each faerie graciously. But the best present was yet
Queen Marielle approached Fyora , and bestowed
upon her the gorgeous tiara and sceptre that had once been hers.
"Now that I am no longer going to be queen and
I have received my magic back," Queen Marielle began, "I would like to jazz
you up a bit."
And with a flick of her wrist, Fyora began to
change. Her tattered old dress turned into a long, graceful purple one, and
her faded blue wings sparkled with a purplish glow. Even her frizzy dirty blonde
hair changed to a marvelous light purple shade.
Fyora was too ecstatic to speak. For once in
her life, she felt beautiful.
Soon it was time for the ceremony to begin. The Faerie Council stepped forward,
bowed, and presented Fyora with a beautiful and somewhat delicate blue scroll.
As she was instructed, she carefully unrolled the scroll and began to read it.
"I, Fyora the Light Faerie, hereby pledge my
commitment to all of Neopia, and promise to do my best to keep my noble world
from harm. In doing so, I will allow the Faerie Council to take my magic awa-"
When Fyora realized what she was about to say
she abruptly stopped. The audience froze.
"Never!" she shrieked. "I shall never allow you
to take my magic away! What kind of cruel people do you think you are?"
At this outburst, the Neopets and faeries present
instinctively took a step back.
All of a sudden, the ballroom was dead quiet.
The silence was broken by the soft sobbing of
"Do not…take her magic away," Queen Marielle
choked. "I won't let her go through the same misery that I once felt. Is that
"Sorry," replied Jennifer of the Faerie Council.
"You cannot change anything anymore. You are no longer Queen!"
Queen Marielle smiled slyly. "But Fyora never
finished reading the oath. That means that I am still queen! Now will you please
just go on with the ceremony? And leave Fyora be. She needs a little faerie
magic in her life. She pointed at Roxanne. "Would you like it if someone took
your magic away?"
Roxanne bowed timidly and slowly shook her head.
"That's what I thought. Now get to work and revise
Suddenly the ballroom erupted in cheers, clapping,
"They love ya, Fyora," whispered Queen Marielle.
Fyora smiled. The joyfulness of the crowd felt
like waking up after a wonderful dream. She closed her eyes and took it all
Finally it was time for Fyora to read the modified oath. As she read, the crowd
looked up at her with such admiration that it almost brought her to tears. All
that work for this glorious moment. And the result? A queen who would never
grow weary, always remain loyal to her world, and most of all, never be looked
down upon again. And the rest is history.
And if you happen to stop by the Hidden Tower one day, (if you can find it!),
tell Fyora how much you appreciate her, and maybe, just maybe, she'll tell you
what it really feels like to be the Faerie Queen.
Author's Note: Yay! My first Neopian Times story! There may be more in the
future, but for right now, I'd appreciate your feedback on this story! Enjoy