cutesettaSome time ago, in a land not far away, there lived there lived a little Peophin by the name of Cutesetta. The kingdom of Peophins was deep in the sea, so deep, not much light reached their dwellings.
Curious, as all young Peophins are, Setta often dared to go into lighter waters, watching the shadows of ships and seeing the colour changes of the sky. She dared and dared, until one day she poked her head through the surface. Fascinated by the richness of colour in the sky, the cotton candy clouds, she stayed out longer each day to watch the sun rise and fall over the horizon. Though the colours down on the ocean floor were similar, they were just not as vibrant. There was not enough light to reflect the rich colours of the various fish and plants; It was just too dark in the depths of the ocean.
The more and more she watched the changings in the sky, the more she yearned. She wanted to bounce on those clouds, chase the sun or even ride on one of those ships her father had always warned her about. Ships, he'd always said, were only good sunken.
Sometimes they'd lose items, ropes going overboard, occasionally a barrel or two. Tin cans thrown away. She collected everything she could find, even searching the oceanfloor. Her little treasures, worthless items that she cherished. She yearned for the sky, and those islands she'd secretly heard pirates discussing. Grass was green they'd said. Apparently there were lands of yellow sand, houses made of stone instead of corrals and frozen water falling from the sky! Oh how she wanted to see it all. Every other day she would return to a rock jutting from the seas. She would follow ships in the hope of seeing land, but never found any by the time she got tired or the moon replaced the sun.
On one fateful day, a traveling ship lost a small crate. Curious as to what treasure she could add to her collection, she opened it only to find a glass bottle filled with a bright, nearly blinding light. Cautiously, she shook, turned and inspected the glass until finally, carefully, she pulled out the cork and the light emerged. A winged lady. Setta was in awe.
»Thank you for freeing me, young Peophin.« the woman spoke, »For your kindness, I will reward you with a wish.«
»Yes,« she replied, »anything you desire.«
»Then,« Setta started cautiously, »I would like to have wings, just like yours, so I can soar the skies, touch those clouds I see and explore far away lands.«
»What a nice wish you have.« were the Faeries last words.
In a flash of blinding light the faerie disappeared, leaving Setta behind on her rock, with a fair of wings sprouting from her back. Carefully flapping them, Setta marveled at the new sensation. With each new flutter her wings got stronger and stronger until finally she was able to thrust off the rock, higher and higher into the sky. For days she let herself be carried by the winds, jumping through the clouds and marveling about little pearls of water coating her body every time. She neared islands, watching the birds flutter from tree to tree, chirping amusing songs. Birds were the fish of the sky, she decided, so colourful and vibrant with life. She slept in trees, ate juicy fruit and explored the lands. She marveled at everything; from Scamanders hiding in the safe haven of sand to Yooyus letting themselves get thrown around in some kind of game. From falling flakes of frozen water called snow to the fiery pits of magma guarded in Moltara. Eventually she found herself in a land called Faerieland. Even in ruins those candy cotton clouds she'd once seen clung to houses, trees and caves. These she could touch, sit on, even bounce on. Here was her slice of heaven. She stayed, explored caves and made new friends with native birds and watched a peculiar blue plushie days at a time.
Weeks had passed before she realised how long she had been away from home. Weeks of seeing new things and exploring the world she has fantasized about, but nostalgia was carving its way into her heart. Surprisingly, she was starting to miss the darkness of the seas, the waters cooling effect and small glimpses of colour one anticipated in those rare cases the suns rays made its way into the seas depths. Considering how long she had been gone, she was positive her parents were worried about her. She was shocked to realise she had left without a word!
She made her way back home immediately, looking out for the rock she had at one time, so long ago, almost lived on. It took awhile to find, but once she had, she was quite exstatic to be back. With enthusiasm she dove into the sea.
Her wings soaked with water, she felt leaden, her strength drained, moving was near impossible. With the modicum of power she still felt inside her, she dragged herself to her rock.
Realisation dawned, and she whimpered.
She could not go back.