The Faerie Festival
It was the day of the Faerie Festival. Faerieland was overcrowded
with dancing faeries, owners and their pets-anything and everything you can imagine.
I remembered this as the day I had been stripped of my wings and cast off of the
Faerieland cloud. Maelstra still reigns as Uber Faerie of the Dark Faeries, and
my position as Uber Faerie of the Air Faeries was passed down to the air faerie
known as Psellia. I recognized friends in the streets, loud bangs of the faerie's
fireworks ringing in my delicate ears.
Everyone thinks I betrayed Faerieland and Queen
Fyora, but it was really the evil Maelstra. It all started a couple years back,
when I reigned as Air Uber Faerie. I was the most beautiful faerie, there was
no doubt. But the strange thing was, I was never vain. I mean, occasionally
I would fret about my looks, but that is just the personality of an air faerie.
I was unlike other air faeries, and that was what set me apart. That was what
gave Fyora the idea of making me an uber faerie. Although the majority of the
people were happy with me and thought I would make intelligent decisions, there
was one group of faeries that despised me: the dark faeries.
It all started when Maelstra had just been christened
Uber Dark Faerie. At Faerie Academy, she would always pester me and tease me,
and this was no different. She made it known to everyone how much she hated
me. I believe at some points she even hated me more than she hated the earth
faeries or light faeries. So one day, without my knowledge, she planned revenge
on me. But this wasn't just some type of schoolgirl prank. She was plotting
to ruin my destiny and life. And it just happened to be the day of the Faerie
Naturally, I wasn't aware of hardly anything
since I was so busy making sure everything went right. So when Maelstra pulled
me aside to talk to me, I assumed it was about the festival.
"So, what did you want to talk about, Maelstra?"
I asked (no one called her by a nickname).
"I want to discuss matters of great importance.
Do not interrupt me, and if you utter one word, you're gone!" she hissed at
me. It was at that moment I realized I was in danger.
"Ever since the day I met you, Baelia, I have
detested you. I want to put an end to your reign as a faerie, and I will do
it tonight. No longer will you be a true faerie--I will turn you into the very
first Grey Faerie! Wings turned into feathers, pale, ugly grey hair, grey skin
and tattered dresses. That is what you will become. And there will be more after
you, mark my word, Baelia! I am not yet finished!" and with that, Maelstra ripped
off my wondrous, butterfly-like wings. As I turned grey by the second, my wings
turned grey along with me. When I was truly a grey faerie, my wings withered
away into grey dust. The only thing left now was puny, grey feathers on my back.
Maelstra dumped the dust of my former wings on
my head, covering my hair and face with ashes. She cackled insanely, laughing
at my current state. At this point, I had lost hope. I dropped to my knees and
cried, for all my beauty was gone. No one in Faerieland would want a pathetic,
tattered creature like me. Maelstra's insults were in my ears, and I soon believed
that there was no hope or justice in the world. Her insults were just replaying
in my head, until they became a part of me. I was shoved off of the Faerieland
I did, in fact survive the fall off of the cloud.
Although my magic was slowly draining out of me, I still had the little I needed
to live. Sometimes I know wonder if I made the right choice. Since the only
witness to have seen me turn grey was a fire faerie, they believed her to be
joking. They had never heard of a grey faerie, and were sure there could never
be one. Maelstra still remained innocent, although she is far from it. I know
not the total amount of grey faeries that now roam Neopia, but I know it is
few for other faeries would have noticed by now Maelstra's evil deeds.
Some say white is the absence of color, some
say black is. But what is grey, then? As a color between black and white, what
can it be besides colorless? It's the color of sadness, depression. It's the
color everybody tries to avoid. I once had the perfect life, and now it has
been reduced to nothingness, all in a day. All in a couple minutes, actually.
So people who say time is nothing are wrong, so wrong. Time is precious, and
when you find your true calling, enjoy life. Don't harp on about silly things,
and focus on the good things that happened that day.
For no matter what, there is always a better
side. This what taught to me by my best friend, Rayanne the Light Faerie. It
makes sense to her, because she is always so cheerful and positive. So was I,
until fate twisted around and changed my life. I used to believe in this so
strongly, yet now it is nothing but a bunch of words. You think everything is
going well, and then something happens. It's all in the game of life, I guess.
So as I walk along the lovely faerie buildings,
it burns my eyes as I try and hold back tears. I see what I could have had--what
I could have been. I recall the childhood memories of learning how to fly for
the first time, making a first faerie friend. My parents were so joyous the
day I first did my magic. It meant when I turned sixteen, I could go to the
Faerie Academy. And I did, and brought home tons of awards and certificates
in my honor. Even this reminiscence cannot make me smile. I haven't done so
since the day of the Faerie Festival, the day I turned grey.
Since I have my trusty, pale sea green cloak
wrapped around me, no one can see I am grey right now. I merrily blend in with
the crowd of humans and their pets. But then I realize I am doing exactly what
Maelstra wants-she wants me to be her living puppet, and that is what I have
become. Instead of taking charge, instead of being helpful, I mope about. I
saw a human girl shivering in the cool air. I placed the cloak in my palms,
and gently offered it to her. I saw her eyes warm in thankfulness, until she
looked me over. Her face instantly turned into one of disgust.
"I think you're mistaking me for a garbage can.
I don't want trash like that," she said nastily, and shoved me away. I fell
to the pavement. All eyes were on the girl and me now; it seemed the whole of
Faerieland had gone on mute. In a corner, I saw a poor, shivering Aisha wearing
thin, ragged, filthy clothing. In defiance, I picked up the cloak from the street
and lightly gave it to the Aisha. Instead of the look of disgust the girl was
giving me, the Aisha smiled radiantly and wrapped her arms around me in a tight
hug. At first, I was surprised in this behavior, but I had enough common sense
to return the hug.
She put her scrawny paw in my grey hand, and
we walked together. And for the first time in years, I smiled. I know I'm grey,
and that I'm depressing and sad, but I smiled. A shimmer of grey sparkles went
over my body, and it almost felt like I had gotten my old personality back.
I laughed joyously and danced with the Aisha to the beat of the music. We ignored
the looks of disgust, although there were fewer and fewer with each second as
the people saw how happy we looked. These were all things I had not done since
the festival, and now I'm living life all over again. Just remember one thing:
there is always hope.