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Hello there guest! A flighty person with a crazed look in her eyes greets you. 'I can't seem to remember you properly, have you been here before? If you have, then blame this memory of mine. If not, then welcome to Ferna's petpage. I also call it Ferna's Museum, but don't bother with that name, it's an inside joke. My name is Train, and I suppose I'll guide you through this here page with that navigation bar above you. It's like an automatic lift, where on the other hand if you take to scrolling down the page it's like walking down a flight of stairs.
The type of viewer that is least compatible with this page would be any version of IE. So beware this museum IE viewers. Also, take into mind that our establishment has many images and may make your computer start to convulse and then shut down. Or... maybe that's only my computer? Not sure... Anyways, welcome, welcome little human being and enjoy our museum.
The story you've heard about Ferna, where she lives a life of constant work, is wrong. Her life was much more difficult than that. The old story was passed through word of mouth throughout the centuries. It is manipulated and deformed; told to Neopians to give them a thrill. But it is not the truth. What you will find here is the truth, the dark story of Ferna.
It had been a rather rainy night; dull and dreary like most Moltaran nights are. The lurking creatures were safe from the pouring moisture underneath the rock cave they lived in except, of course, for the giant hole in the middle of the stalactite-covered ceiling. The town was silent as usual, with the occasional thief running through the shadows. Neopets who had done their job walked home with driven force. Those who were employed there were miners, inventors, and of course, detectives. You see, there are many fugitives living in the shadows of the sun-deprived dark around these shady parts. Only the detectives remained on the job here, even in stormy nights.
A burning blush of light green shaded the walls with its envious color. The surroundings in Moltara's town had been this way ever since that glassy radiating stone landed smack in the middle of the ground. It busted a rather large cavity in the rock above, and when landed, left a cracked line running into Moltara's citadel. On top of this sleek green stone stood a creature with one foot on its surface, a gnorbu to be exact.
Her purple hide was glowing with the rock's radiation, and her pink eyes shone like a krawk on the hunt. Her mind, body, and soul were into catching the thief that scurried past only a moment ago. Her tail flicked to the side and popped out an electric green fin that was to be used as a weapon. Her hind end moved forward to provide her with the propulsion she needed to jump off the rock. She landed with elegance, running after her pursuer. The powerful body of the gnorbu curled and uncurled her muscles on each gallop. But each motion pained her, for she had lost her front right leg the year before.
As she turned and twisted her way through the dark alleys of Moltara, she began to come closer to her prey. The thrill of the hunt coursed through her body and the pain disappeared for the time being. Adrenaline raced through her veins and she knew that she was almost a foot away from him. The thief's coat was inches away from her powerful jaws and then her teeth were clamped down on him. Triumph glowed in her eyes as she pulled him to the ground. Two steps away from revealing his mask, one step now, and ever closer until... She saw that he was a very handsome Neopet, a Kyrii. He had that long hairdo that they usually have, and a mischievous glint to his eyes that tells you he's up to no good. Hi there, I'm Charles, he purred, taking in her heavy breathing before redirecting his attention to her missing leg. Charles saw that she was disabled, which caused him great dissatisfaction. If this missing-legged Gnorbu could catch him, what was he to do then? There was no escaping the others if this were the case. Realizing that she landed herself in a very dark alleyway with a ceiling of drying clothing on lines and old rusty balconies, she knew she needed to call in backup. But Moltara's detective system didn't have any radios issued out yet, so she would have to pull this one in herself. Earth to Gnorbu, Charles spoke, looking into the dark pink depths of her old eyes. They seemed to look much older than she actually was. This one must have a story, he thought to himself.
Later that day, in Moltara's community jail cell, Ferna was babysitting this thief named Charles. Even later that evening, Charles was scheduled for an interrogation. But for now, he was intent on sulking in the shadowy corners of his cell. From there he watched this Gnorbu detective very carefully. She moved like a creature in much pain, yet her eyes showed glimpses of a time when that was not true. Charles began to imagine her as a younger child, and what he got was a younger Gnorbu in a time much different from this...
His imagination showed him a little child frolicking in the wild fields of Neopia Central, with her parents at her side. She was smiling and she had these cute little whiskers that would bounce playfully around her. Her electric green hair would fall into her face and she would blow it away, only to have it fall back into her face again. Then, this little robotic creature scurried around behind her and bumped into her rump. Her tail twitched and she sneezed, revealing two rather large, electric green blades that popped up on her tail. But soon the day dream was fading from his mind and he was back in the dark grungy cell with cold metal bars blocking his escape.
Charles' eyes faded from their vivid glazed over state, back into the world of reality. he sniffed the air, and noticed that the Gnorbu who caught him had stopped at her desk and laid there with her head facedown on it. Psst… Detective lady! Psst…. PSST! Wake up! he called to her, startling the little detective and she fell out of her seat and onto the floor. What do you want? she snapped back at him, groaning and rubbing her head with her toe-less paws. Charles smirked, What's your name? he laughed as he spoke. My name is none of your business... Charles. she sneered at the criminal. Yes it is, he insisted, It would please me greatly to know the name of the Gnorbu who captured me. Charles begged as his features softened into a puppy-dog face. Fine. My name is Ferna she stated gently and almost too low for him to hear.
He analyzed Ferna for the fifth time that day. She had dreadlocks instead of the free-flowing hair he had imagined her with as a child. Her back spikes were dangerous looking and deadly, and her tail was missing it's dangerous blades. Then suddenly, the rustic lights that were on the ceiling went out. The rush of darkness interfered with his study of Ferna, and he was now blind to any information he may have gathered from her posture.
But in a moment's time, a green light was decorating the walls. Ferna's electric green wings had just popped up from nowhere. the lights danced against the ceiling as she moved. And in those few moments of amazed silence, Charles decided that the council would have to delay his interrogation now that they had no lights to see him with. Ferna would be here with him for several hours more. He thought to himself that he better strike up a conversation, Ferna? I bet you've got one amazing story to share. And seeing as our lights are out, it'd be a great setting to tell it in, plus we've got the time.
Ferna turned around to look at him, a crazed glint now appeared in her own eyes, Well, it's been a long time since anybody's asked me my story. I suppose it's the century to tell it again. Seeing as my story's been manipulated for a hundred years, let me revive the true version. Haha. You're in for one darn interesting tale, my friend.
It was a long time since I last talked about my first childhood. I've had three you know. I'm going to tell you about each and every one of them. So, patience and you'll know the truth about me. Time and time again, I've told the false versions of my story. It's easier that way, to lie about who I am. But now it's time I start to tell the truth about my past.
My first childhood was sunny and warm. I enjoyed prancing around on the floating clouds of Faerieland, running and playing with the other normal faerie pets. My parents were good to me, they fed me well and made sure I'd do my homework. It was a simple life, a good life.
I played with Bot, my little faerie slug friend. At the time, Bot was not a snuttlebot, but something else entirely. I can not identify the form he took then because my memory of him is fuzzy. We enjoyed simple games of tag while my parents met with their friends and chatted about happy matters.
My mom was a faerie gnorbu like myself, but my father was a white gnorbu. My mother was a school teacher, and enjoyed her job very much. She was so good with children, and had those kind eyes about her. My father was a professor at a Faerieland magic university, and was very gifted in the arts of magic and the affairs of the unknown.
Suffice to say, they raised me well. As a young Neopian citizen, I was schooling in the best school (located in Faerieland) in Neopia and I was the top in the school. I'm not honking my own horn either, I was actually the best. It was nice, people would look up to me and ask me for help with their magic studies. And of course, I would help them. I wasn't rude to my schoolmates.
I had many adventures too. My school offered exploration options, where we explored new and exciting lands that just kept popping up. Faerieland itself had many unexplored magical islands. But the major ones were Lutari Island, Shenkuu and of course, Moltara. I explored all three.
My adventures in Lutari Island were short. I had a slight problem with my new powers developing. The non-living objects around me would bind themselves with organic (organic means living or once living) things. Flowers would combine themselves with rocks. It started causing problems because I couldn't control it. I turned one of my friends into stone because they stood too close to me for too long. It was horrible, and I hated it. This new power of mine was out of control, and people were already starting to get news of the top student being unable to control her gifts.
A friend of mine got word of my discomfort with my new abilities. His name was Baiso, and he was a science major. Baiso explained to me the melecular physics of this new power of mine. He said that I gave off an aura that caused non-magnetic objects be magnetically attracted to each other, causing them to bind. He called it Biohitching and the process of the molecular combination Inhooking.
Baiso was a key part in my ability to control the Biohitching process. After my magical training and his scientific schooling every day, he and I tried to find ways to control the power completely. He discovered that the aura part of my body had developed before the part of my brain that controls my powers did. This was a huge problem, seeing as that part of my brain was completely undeveloped.
It took a few weeks, but he discovered an old contraption that would activate that part of my brain. It hooked up to the two light pink wings that were attached to my body, and down to the end of my tail. He turned it on, and the electric currents began to race through my body, the jitters somehow ran me into a deep sleep. In the dream I heard a voice... I could barely hear it but I thought it said this:
Travel to the ends of the earth
Where there will be a staircase
And only one may reach for
The stars above in many swirls
This one will fall before
She reaches the swirled celestials
And in her pain, she will become
A leader in this twilight night.
The voices from the poem rang through my head as I followed the light out of the deep sleep Baiso's contraption put me into. The blurred lights danced around in circles, then I finally saw Baiso's face. He was worried, shocked almost. Ferna, Ferna! Are you alright? He yelled over and over again. I finally managed to grumble "I'm fine" out of the corner of my mouth. His features changed from panicked to relived, and then he said, Ferna... Your wings... I don't know what happened but they're gone... I'm no sure what to do. His face looked like a strained version of someone who cared, but I knew that he was faking it. I wasn't sure what he had done either, but I didn't like where this was going.
He helped me out of the machine and then turned to go grab something, at the time I didn't know what it was. Now I do, he grabbed a medical needle and placed the flat end on my neck (this was a special kind of needle made for four legged animals). My last words before I was out were, Why Baiso? Then I slipped into a deep sleep, deeper than that of the contraption he put me in.
When I first woke up, I woke up in a cage. I didn't know where I was, but I knew it wasn't good. The last things I remembered was Baiso's betrayal, he could have sold me off to anyone for a little extra cash. That's what pets did to their petpets, and owners did to their pets. But there were a few cases where a pet would sell or trade another pet to somebody else, or the P.T.M. (pet trading market). I had an inkling that I was at the P.T.M. at the time, and I knew I had to get out. Illegal pet selling actions happened too often here, and TNT needed to send in the lupes to take care of the problem. The only trouble is that nobody has ever known the location of the P.T.M.
Suddenly over the loudspeakers I heard, And we have a VERY nice spotted kau in the western corner, as well as a faerie, can you believe that? A FAERIE gnorbu in the northeastern corner of the showing rooms. Come and bid on them today! Or perhaps you'd like to trade for this here pet? Either way, come quickly before they're almost gone!
Coming soon!
Ferna has traveled all over the globe, and has managed to find some unique items, those she likes, and those she doesn't. Find out which is which!
Bot is Fern's petpet and he is a species of cuttlebot, known as the snuttlebot. There are very few snuttlebots known in Neopia, Bot is one of a rare few.
What is known about the snuttlebot? - they carry around these sticks with their teeth. Each stick has an elemental power. Bot's stick controls water, and Bot is a very capable water stick weaver. Bot can also produce a shield around him and a medium sized Neopet.
What is a stick weaver? stick weavers are a form of snuttlebot warrior, there are only five in existence. Each controls a different elemental weaving stick.
How does Bot form his shield? he forms the shield with the two crystal edges above his eyes. These edges look somewhat like eyebrows.
These are Ferna's custom adoptables, she modeled them after herself. She's quite proud!
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Here is a collection of artwork done for Ferna. - The old, the new and the amazing, all of them are awesome. Thank you guys so much for loving Ferna, she appreciates it too!
None of the artwork here belongs to me! I take no credit for it, besides the design.
By the lovely Zel on Neo.
By the lovely Titus on Neo. Click on the image to go to her art page.
By the lovely Hyyd on Neo.
By the lovely Ookami on Neo.
How did you end up with Ferna? - Well, I adopted Ferna in the summer of 2011 from a very kind Neopian. I will not give you her name, sorry.
How did you come up with Ferna's design? - First, I thought to myself to make sure I used the same colors and aspects of her old image. In one of her older images, there was a picture of her with bright green glowy wings, which gave me the idea for bio-luminescent prosthetic limbs (in simpler words, that means fake glowy legs). Also, please don't be using my idea, or I'll have Ferna hunt you down.
Why is her back story so dark? - Her back story is dark because I felt the need to make her morale even in the dark, a light will shine. Which, you'll figure out by reading her story.
Is Ferna UFT/UFA/UFS? - She will never be any of these things, and I'll explain why. I adopted Ferna from a very nice person, and if I ever plan on leaving Neo forever, for whatever reason, she will be put UFA. So, no. Ferna will really never be UFT. I plan on never leaving Neopets.com, despite it's ups and downs, so you won't be seeing me spamming the PC with adoption boards. UFS? Are you kidding me?
-report-
Did you make Ferna's petpage yourself? - Yes, I coded the page and drew everything on it (unless said otherwise), as well as wrote everything on it entirely by myself.
If I don't see my question here, can I neomail you? - Yes, of course you can neomail me! I don't bite.
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