The Rainbow Pearls: Part Two
"What the heck is the matter with you? Sure it's your
best friend's birthday but it's nothing to lose your mind over. It is just a
party," said Trevet as Lucrece was trying to grasp what had just happened.
"Just a party!" she squealed. "This is one of
the biggest social events any girl my age would dream of going to! Plus, Rina's
my best friend--"
"I just stated that," Trevet huffed.
"--And I haven't seen her for the longest time.
There's so much to do! Trevet, I'm going shopping so you just keep to yourself
for a while, okay?" Lucrece said as she was pulling on a sweater and rushing
out the door.
So, for the next two days every dressmaker was
busy designing, and fitting dresses right, left and center. Each dress made
from the finest cloth, being every colour you could imagine, with ribbons, lace,
glitter, sequence, embroidery, everything. There was no identical dress, and
every seamstress had a brunt out brain from trying to come up with enough designs
to satisfy every shape and everyone.
Finally the night of the ball arrived. Noble
faeries and the richest Neopians were going to attend, in the most inventive
contraptions known to neopet to reach the Faerie Palace. Inside the castle,
a couple dozen crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, making the ballroom
glitter like a pile of gems. A faerie Kacheek dressed in the royal livery was
acting as the doorman and announcer, presenting each guest as they arrived at
Our heroines were wearing some of the most beautiful
dresses. Esne was wearing a sleek, black dress with a fire pattern licking at
the sides, matching black gloves and sporting a very stylish ponytail and was
escorted by Faris.
Kirra arrived with Jovan by her side, in a deep
violet dress in a similar style to what Maelstra was wearing, who wasn't so
happy to be attending. Whereas Maelstra chose not to come, or more accurately
was not officially invited, but her excuse was that she had other 'things' to
do. Never the less, Kirra was still ecstatic that she was going to her first
Chailyn appeared with her fellow housemates,
who were all included in Nereid's invitation. She had corroded her golden hair
into a thousand braids and was wearing a white spaghetti-strap dress with a
colourful embroidery design gracing the bottom. She carried Sammi, Verdi, Trory,
and Misae; all wearing silk ties in matching colours to their colour, in a straw
basket decorated with silk ribbons on her arm.
Quenelle and Illusen arrived in elegant silk
green dresses; Quenelle in a sleeveless turtleneck that flowed sleekly to just
above her knees, and Illusen in a strapless one that fell to her ankles. Shalin
had insisted that she attend too, because she was considered family and now
had a good excuse for Quenelle to buy her a dress she had been admiring in the
front window of Uni's Clothing.
Last, but certainly not least, Lucrece arrived.
She had spent so many hours, way too many to count, going in and out of a hundred
different shops before choosing the right dress. Her final decision was a long,
slim, sun-yellow dress with slashed, see-through sleeves that joined only briefly
at her elbow and wrist. Trevet was wearing a midnight blue tie he received as
a Winter Celebration gift and gently nudged Lucrece when she hesitated at the
doorway from fright that she'd do something dumb.
All of the present guests were dancing, chatting,
and nibbling on snacks, when the faerie Kacheek left his post and stood at the
top of the staircase. He cleared his throat to get the guests' attention. Then
the band started to play some sort of waltz music and the Kacheek disappeared
Fyora, the faerie queen, became visible at the
top platform and started to walk gracefully down the stairs. She was wearing
her traditional purple gown, circlet and carrying her signature wand in her
right hand. The procession that followed her consisted of the uber faeries and
her personal entourage, walking behind another in a practiced formation. Lucrece
stood on her tiptoes, trying to see if she could get a glance of her mother
over the taller heads and elaborate hats/head-dresses in front of her. Then,
the music changed to another tune. The Kacheek appeared again.
"Ladies and gentlemen, faeries and Neopets, Her
Majesty Princess Rina, crown princess of Neopia!" cried the Kacheek so that
he could be heard all through the hall.
Everyone gasped as Rina emerged with her pets:
Makani the Pegasus Uni and Tenchi the faerie ixi, on either side of her from
the entrance doorway and appeared at the top of the carpeted staircase. She
was wearing the most magnificent, pale blue ball gown. It had lace trim, a large
bow at the back that formed her train, and glitter; everyone started whispering
to each other in awe. However, the glitter on her wings and cheeks made her
dazzle in the candlelight, giving her the look of a true princess.
But what really caught everyone's attention was
the circlet that was placed on her head, strategically keeping her curls in
its place. It was made out of pure silver with rare rainbow pearls adorning
it, and the only precious stone on it was a single, humongous purple amethyst.
Little Neopians and faeries had been told tales of this crown but very few knew
it existed. It is said that the Space Faerie gave it to Fyora just weeks before
her own coronation, and Rina was the honorable heir.
Princess Rina stopped and stood at the top for
a few seconds then descended down the stairs, taking small, flowing steps as
she went. Nodding left and right to acknowledge someone, as she was to be a
polite hostess. Once on the main platform she broke the silence, a small smile
embracing her lips and said, "Welcome to the party!"
After those few words, everyone went back to
socializing. Rina walked through the crowd, through the people wishing continuous
happy birthday, when she found who she was looking for. Through the crowd she
saw Lucrece at the snack table, trying to decide which to taste first, and practically
sprinted toward her. "Lucrece!"
"Rina!" exclaimed Lucrece when she noticed her
and they hugged. "It's been so long!"
"I know, Crece," replied Rina. "I missed you.
Look at you. I can't think of anything proper to say. You look almost prettier
than me. Please don't take that personally." Memories of playful afternoons
with Rina came flooding back to Lucrece, the memories of fighting over dolls
and playing Attack Sloth.
"I won't. Look at you," Lucrece responded. "I'm
sure you've been busy with your faerie queen lessons, like what, knowing when
The princess chuckled. "Don't you know it. But
I really miss all of my free time with you. Best friends?"
So the night went on when the Kacheek stepped
out again and gave a short, "Dinner is served."
So, the guests turned toward the vast dining
room. Platters of all sorts of exotic foods were already laid on the tables;
dishes from Mystery Island to Grundo's Cafe decorated the table. Course, after
delicious course, was brought to the immense table. Fyora sat at the head of
the table with the uber faeries seated on either side her. Rina sat at the head
of the youths' table as the hostess, Lucrece beside her and watched most of
the young faeries, boys and girls alike, eat happily and greedily. Well, almost
everyone was happy except the dark faeries, which were glowering at a corner
table and sneaking food into their pockets for future midnight snacks, sniggering
as they did it, too.
When suddenly all lighting in the dining hall
went out. Evil cackles filled the room as startled guests screamed and panicked
and tripped over each other. Lucrece quickly had a little ball of light glowing
in her palm so that she and Rina, who was rubbing her head from someone's foot,
could see a little. The other fire and light faeries were flying to the chandeliers
and torches to put some light back in the room. The laughter could still be
heard but so far, no one could be seen.
Several minutes later, when Fyora did finally
restored peace Rina gave a tremendous shriek. Fyora immediately flew over to
her distraught daughter, soothing her and cooing gentle words.
"Sweetie, what is wrong?" whispered Fyora, trying
to calm her.
Rina pushed away from her mother, "The circlet!
The circlet! It's GONE!" cried Rina, looking at the guests frantically and trying
to restore her composition by smoothing her dress.
However, over in the other side of the room,
Kirra trembled with fear because of her knowledge. She knew who cackled that
terrifying laugh and whom it belonged to. She knew who stole the circlet. It
was her mother, her supposed savior, Maelstra the darkest faerie in Kirra's
To be continued...