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I suppose... a sort of introduction is in order here. Whether it be simply to gain knowledge, of me or my surroundings, or simply for something to do on a day in which you don't feel as though you should be doing anything else. A day like this, is, in fact, the best kind of day; a day all to yourself, asking for nothing and wanting nothing, other than a bit of peace and stability. It is, after all, a basic neccessity of being an animal of any sorts for a quiet place to relax, a dark place where your senses can blossom in the night. Come with me, while I describe to you my own dark place. It is not, in effect, a place of evil, but a room in which I can be alone with you to reveal my stories to you. It does not contain much- a chair, for you, a balcony for which light can come through, if I need it, and a dresser with an assortment of images of myself and the one who I've fallen head over heels in love with, Xoaeir. Take note, guest, of the fact that my history is still in the making. Tomorrow is a mystery; what ventures lie ahead for me are unknown to both myself and Flutter. Such is life; no matter how you plan it, things will always twist and turn about until you're unsure of which way is up. But it's the only way I prefer to live- welcome to my life. .~*^*~. *~History~* I, along with my mother and father, was born in Northern Faerieland as a Light Faerie. Mother was a sort of Ice Faerie, if you could call her such, and Father was a forger of legendary status. He alone forged all of the weapons in Faerieland, as it hasn't always been peaceful. But you are aware of that, are you not? Ange laughs slightly, nodding her head gently. I figured you wouldn't be entirely familiar with Faerieland's history. While I don't play a great part in it, I do have a story to tell... The mirror on the dresser begins to dissolve into a sort of liquid, and Faerieland takes shape in the ripples. It is not entirely unfamiliar, but it has a different... air to it. It's just not entirely right... You find yourself enveloped in the liquid and are sucked into the mirror. Ange is nowhere to be found, and you're slightly worried. But a bustle of people and Neopets roam about, lightening your mood a bit. Faerieland, Y3 No, you dork, I'm not falling for that again!" The voice of a twelve-year-old Air faerie rings through the air, accompanied by a giggle. Come on, Ange! You said it last time!" A slightly blue-skinned girl is tailing the thinner, leaner form of who you assume is the Faerie Peophin you met earlier. Kae! It's dirty, I'm not saying it again," Ange says with a light-hearted chuckle. Her green eyes are vibrant, and full of life. Her cheeks are flushed pink with embarrassment, but she ultimately seems to be a normal pre-teen Faerie. Her skin is darkly tanned from spending hours out in the sun, her hair a light blonde. Her friend seems to be not too much to look at, the whole-blue-skin thing getting you a bit queasy. You're still not entirely sure about what Kae made Ange say, but their lighthearted laughter (after several shouts from a shopkeep) gives you a pretty good idea that it was all in good fun. You jog slightly to keep up with the girls, intent on not getting lost in the past and not messing anything up. When a passerby happens to go through you, you realise that there's no way you can mess anything up. You're invisible to these past residents! You find yourself in a beautiful, purple castle with few indoor decorations. The mood is more somber here, quiet. It doesn't even particularly look lived in, save for a few crayon marks on the walls. Walking around a corner, you find yourself face-to-face with the fattest, meanest, biggest Faeman you've ever seen. A scowl permanently etched upon his face, it looks as though he's going upstairs. Ange, can you come downstairs for a moment, please?" His voice is gruff from overuse and yelling in the past. Even with his potbelly, he stands straight and proud, like a soldier. Spooky. Ange comes bounding down the stairs, a slight look of curiosity upon her small face. "What is it, Daddy?" she questions gently. Wait, this huge man is her father? She's petite! I have a gift for you," he says softly, in a hushed tone that sort of freaks you out. "I need you to be very, very careful with it- it's the real thing, sweetheart." After his warning, he pulls a rather shiny, sharp, and dangerous-looking blade from a satin wrap you didn't see before. You take a step back to avoid being hit by its soft, pink metal, and gasp in awe of its beauty. "This is Echo, your new katana. Can you hear it sing?" The room goes utterly quiet, except for a high, sweet humming sound. The song seems to hit different notes, hitting chords one could never hear outside of magic. The song is gentle, its sound comforting. "My daughter, this song will be important in life. Remember it; respect it. No other weapon will sing like Echo, and for that reason it will become your guide on the way to your throne. Your mouth forms an 'o' shape- this little Faerie is a princess? You can't even begin to think of how this one would go over with Queen Fyora. You're brought, through a vortex, to another time. It seems to be just a few months after Ange received Echo, because the petite girl has aged only a small bit and is holding the katana in a satchel wrapped around her waist. I can't let you do this, Angelette," says a strong, calm feminine voice. Its threatening undertone bears the forewarning of events to come, though you're entirely clueless. "My kingdom will not be split into North, South, East, or West. I alone reign here. There is no room for you. The Four Kingdoms have lived in peace for thousands of years, Fyora- why are you trying to overthrow my daughter before she ever comes into power?" Another voice. You see a pale, violet-haired faerie talking to the unaged Queen. This does not concern you, Angelica! Your reign is over. Your constituents are unhappy with your rule." The Queen's voice is raised in anger, her staff poised upright as she sits in a chair at a rather small table for the three women in the room. "It's best that we don't battle, Angelette- I don't want you to wind up dead when you can live happily as a noble. But I want to rule my kingdom. It's what I've been preparing for all of my life, Ma'am." Ange speaks with respect, her head held at an angle which denotes that she is the ruling Queen in the room and Fyora simply a visitor. My dear, you don't know the half about ruling anything," Fyora spits, and quickly collects herself. Obviously, threatening isn't going to get her what she wants. "It's going to take your social life and friends away. People will feel threatened by you, and what of Mikali, your friend? Her name is Mikaeni. Her father's a noble, I'll see her every day." Ange's arms cross, her brows furrow. She's getting irritated with this quorum and you can feel the tension in the room rising. Angelette is a responsible, bright young woman, Fyora. You were part of her life until you got it in your head that you wanted to rule all of Faerieland. And you're worried about Angelette losing her friends? What friends do you have to speak of?" Angelica is consistent in backing her daughter up. She refuses to let anything get in the way of the good-natured rule that the Northern Faeries had gotten used to. I'm not taking it over, Angelica! I'm uniting all corners of the world for one defense," Fyora cries. What about the Peophins your faeries have been decimating? You're not concerned about the general welfare of any of the Earthly Creatures. You've become too powerful, Fyora, and it's going to your head!" Angelette stands, screaming at Fyora. The Northern Faeries had been talking about the unspeakable acts upon the Peophin Herds below, and Angelette is tired of having the blame cast upon her. Fyora smiles, though it is not pleasant- one of mirth and cruelty. "If you're so concerned about the Peophins, why don't you become one?! Her scepter tips towards Angelette and Angelica, surrounding them in a brilliant white light. You're torn from the room in yet another vortex, and find yourself sitting in the room with Ange again. The mare is quiet as you stare in shock at her, her eyes seeming to hold the memories of her incredible past. Not every story is as it seems, guest. But the story is not quite complete yet, as you'll find out as you continue reading. .~*^*~. *~Splitting~* First, let me explain to you that within each of us, there are two parts. One part is vain and innocent; weak, even, when it comes to battle. The other is evil and conniving, our drive to compete in battles and the reason we strive for perfection. This process is very delicate, and should anything happen to you, there's a large chance that one of these two parts will overpower the other- however, this balance can be replaced if your willpower is strong enough to fix it. You alone can face any battle against another and prevail if your balance is correct, as you have probably figured out as you have roamed Neopia. My balance, however, cannot be restored. When Fyora banished me into Ithere*, a vast expanse of land with many unknown cities, my body was torn into two parts, my soul wrenched in half. I had forgotten all of my prior knowledge of the world before the blast of light that changed my life forever, only remembering places I'd been to or seen for myself. The other part of me gained a life of her own; one of evil deeds, malicious duties, and questionable tastes. I only found out her name about two years ago, when she came into Flutter's life- Nyctophobics. Nyctophobia is latin for "Fear of the Dark", though she's the reason that the Sun seems slightly darker, the air a bit cooler. Only one being alive is strong enough to harness her powers, and that's my mother. Well, our mother. Nyct denies any form of royalty, refusing our past. I can only hope that when the time comes that I must fight against the Faeries, she will come with me, as I fear that I cannot do it alone. *Ithere is a part of Neopia that was created by a friend of mine, mysticalhorsesguild, and cannot be used without permission. You can read more about it when Lisa redoes her petpages :P .~*^*~. *~Life~* My love life is one that is quite intricate, involving a battle, strife, and utter depression all within a rather short amount of time, before it finally came to a hilt. Because of this, I feel as though I will need to make a separate area just for it. You'll be able to see it after these next few sections. ^_^ I've often been asked if I think of myself as 'beautiful', though this alone must be taken into context. Do I think that I have a pleasant body? As narcissistic as this may sound, yes. I strive to keep myself in shape, never knowing when the next attack will be on me. I'm careful to never let myself go, because even ten extra pounds of fat could mean life or death. I think that beauty magazines promote low self-esteem, so I don't compare myself to those within them. I'm always keen on knowing what new shampoos or soaps are available, however, because I do enjoy taking lengthy baths and smelling good. (For the record, I think NeoGlo Shampoo smells like old bathwater.) I don't wear makeup, as I find that my natural beauty is enough. I don't style my mane and I cut it myself when it gets too far past my neck. I do, in fact, think I have a rather lovely personality, as well. I've always wanted to change the world for the better, and believe that in order to do that, you must start small. This is going to sound like a Beauty Contest speech, but even giving someone a small smile or a stranger a random hug can change their outlook on life- letting others know that they're cared about and that at least one person is looking out for them makes all the difference in the world. I currently live in the Iset desert in Ithere. I've been traveling around it for the longest while, and have discovered many small oasis that sustain life in even the harshest of climates. The vegetation and hunting within them really is amazing, though I don't often hunt for myself. It takes very little food to keep me going, but when I do eat, I eat a lot. So what foods do I like? Anything that, when fully cooked, doesn't bleed on me. I despise odd-coloured foods of questionable taste, and you won't catch me dead with a kumquat. I despise tomatoes (it's related to nightshade. Shouldn't that give you a hint?) or any other form of tomatoes, like ketchup or V8 juice. *Likes* � Lemonade � Meeting New People � Traveling, though not as much as I used to � Toraniko � My Friends � Family � The Iset Desert � Fanart :D � Xoaeir ^_^ Dislikes - Mean People - Over-Opinionated People - Faeries :K - Blood o_O - Smelling Icky - Fattening Foods - Being Cold - Being Alone *~Family~* Nyct is sort of a special cause- she was born from me, but not of me. I suppose I could call her my sister, as we share the same blood- but what's more, we share the same soul. When I feel pain, I can only think of what she's going through- our battles are the same, whether she knows it or not. It might be just the smallest jab of a needle, or the horrific pain of a sword. I wish she could find it somewhere in her malicious heart to think of me before she decides to do something incredibly stupid. If only she could feel my happiness- then she mightn't be so mean. My father, the great soul he was, was murdered after my mother and I were banished from the clouds. This was the day that Echo's song changed- no longer did it sing sweetly, but it began its lament which has continued to this day. A forger puts his heart and soul into his work, and I can only hope that his went into Echo. At least, in this, I know he'll fight alongside me when the time is needed. .~*^*~. *~Friends and Foes~* Kae was my faithful friend during my entire childhood and early in my teenage years. I've heard that she's now a Uni, the form she wished so long to have. It doesn't break my heart to hear that she is no longer in a faerie form at all- and I know that she is safe beneath the ocean's waves. Perhaps, one day, I will go and find her again, but I was bound to stay on the land and between the clouds, never to soar among them. Ance... she's certainly something else. Her odd personality and penchant for liquids I abhor are certainly something else! I only met her a few times, and she helped me regain my feet (it's odd walking as a Peophin) when I was felled. She's got a whole brood, and insists she's not having any more. Hers is a rather pitiful tale, and I think you'd like to hear it from her rather than myself. Kishou is another 'odd sort' that is often seen around Ance. The two aren't 'together' in that sense, but Kishou has deep roots in Ithere. He's Xo's grandfather, though you'd never guess it! I'm told that Kishou was far more serious than he is now, but I've a hard time believing it. Kala is Xo's mother, and mysterious. She disappeared for more than a year, which mystified me- I knew Kala long before I knew Xoaeir. Kala has odd spiderwebbing marks along her body, which I'm told Nyct helped her create- last I saw her, her body was a simple and elegant silver. Only Nyct would think to mar perfection! I have very few enemies; none of which have names. It's difficult for me to so greatly dislike someone when everything else seems so small in comparison. .~*^*~. *~My Love~* Xoaeir is hardly the Maltese Falcon, though I was certain that upon meeting him, he was too surreal to be true. You see, Xo and I have a common enemy- Fyora and her Faerie Squad, (though I like to call them something much different!) and have generally lived out our lives in fear of them. We met when I was attacked by a novice Archer. A broad arrow (much like a harpoon, I'm told) was sent plunging into my neck, hardly lethal, but regardless- I bled like a stuck pig. I do not do well at the sight of blood, particularly my own, and fainted upon seeing its reflection in the moonlight. I barely remember looking upwards, between the farthest stretches of sleep and awakening, and seeing his handsome face bathed in the moonlight as he looked down upon me. He carried me into the hospital, ordering the doctor to 'fix me', though the good doctor seemed to be wary. I was later told that another mare, who was visiting, clamped her maw upon his hand and broke several bones. Even the nurse made sure to keep her entire body away from my mouth, putting her entire body weight upon my slender, delicate throatlatch. Anesthesia? Why bother if there's an elbow in your carotid? T_T Xo showed me to the hospital room I would be staying in, and asked if I would like to eat dinner with him. I could hardly decline- and didn't. Instead of dinner, however, we managed to spend the entire day together, and wound up falling- hard- for each other. It was upon the roof of the castle that Xo asked me to stay- and I agreed. For several months, out love remained unbridled, unhindered by any sort of woes. As Xo told me of his history, I listened intently, and fearfully- would he reject me because I was a faerie? I painfully kept this information hidden from him- it wasn't like I lied to him directly, but I was tormented by the fact that it was, of course, a lie of omission. He really didn't know much about me at all- only the previous years of my life (faerie tales excluded.) A Twist of Fate It was the day of the Street Faire that changed me- us- forever. As we strolled along the streets, small darting bits of light began showering upon us, and to most, it looked like and oddly timed meteor shower. In reality, it was a hoard of faeries, recruited by the Archer who was responsible for my injuries. Seven of them, to be exact, who threatened to destroy me and my newfound relationship with Xo- which I feared the most. After several arrows pierced my skin, tiny as they were, Xo pulled me into a small building to tend to my wounds. As the now full-sized Faeries- one for each of the different elements- pounded on the door, tormenting, mocking me to come out and fight, Xo demanded to know what was happening. In tears, I explained everything to him. He looked like an Ixi caught in Balthazar's sights, not knowing whether to run away or comfort me. Instead, he stood, staring. Oh, by the Lands, did I hate that stare- I'd gotten it far too many times in my lifetime. I was almost certain that he hated me now, terrified that he would banish me from Hathor-Sakhmet or kill me. I would have preferred death than to have never seen him again- excuse the melodramatics, but I'd enjoyed our time together and his love made me feel safe; secure. By then, the Faeries outside had almost knocked the door down, splintering its hinges. I called upon Echo, calling up what little was left of my courage, and told Xoaeir to stand back. Thinking on it now, this was silly of me- he knew the dangers of Faerie magic, but none so powerful as mine. I digress, though. Their assault was met with one of my own- my fear, worry, and sadness had been enough to power Echo into its full, released form. A stream of swirling magic crept around me, a cloud of power, and I focused it all upon my attackers. Seven balls of energy burst forth from the tip of my blade, each the counter of the faerie it was aimed for, causing each of the faeries to explode into rather pretty piles of glitter. Whatever faeries that remained left in a hurry, too fearful of this newfound strength to challenge me. Love Conquers All Do you hate me, Xo?" I asked tremulously after a few minutes, watching as Echo dissipated. I could never hate you... and I'd like you to stay," he responded, his voice full of awe- and love. It was like a replay of our first night as friends, though magnified by the power of love and respect that we found for each other that day. I'm rather proud to say that, in a way, I have regained my noble title. Instead of my head hanging low in shame, because of Xo I can hold it high- and I now introduce myself as "Angelette, Queen of Hathor." .~*^*~. *~Fanart~* .~*^*~. *~BC Results~* 2nd: Two 3rd: None Times BC'd: 3 .~*^*~. *~Adopties~*   
.~*^*~. Coding stolen from Ami (premise) because I love her. xDD. Art, images, and story all © Flutterbotch, 2006-2007. |
~ Introduction ~ History ~ Life ~ Splitting ~ Family ~ Friends and Foes ~ My Love ~ Fanart ~ BC Results ~ Adopties .~*^*~.
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