Hello and welcome! I'm Mandi, and this is a collection of stories I've written for neo and actually bothered to save. This page started as a place for the lovely people who own the pet(s?) I'm applying for to read something other than what I've put in the app, if they want to. Possibly better, possibly not. Definitely older.
A flame. A scream. A cry cut short. A village on fire.
Kass's eyes shot open. It was night, but it wasn't dark – shadows flickered on the wall in front of her. She checked the clock – 2:14 AM. What was going on?
She jumped out of bed and ran through the house, awakening her parents and her little brother. Together they ran outside and away from the burning homes and stores of their village. Stopping by a group of their neighbors, her father, still panting, asked what was going on.
There's a fire," one young Draik began nervously, "And it- well, it started in your house.
But that's impossible!" her mother cried, "We… Oh, no." She and Kass's father looked at each other, and then at Kass herself. "Kass, you know you have that problem where you start to breathe fire in your sleep…
Kass was shocked that they would blame it on her "No! It couldn't have been me! If it was, then it… It was an accident!
Kass," her little brother's tiny voice cried out, "How could you?" His face showed that he didn't believe it. Kass opened her mouth to respond, but the grief and disbelief in her brother's face hardened into anger. "How could you?
Tears welled in her eyes as Kass looked around at her family and friends. They all wore the same cold look on their faces, and there were no tears but hers, no signs of forgiveness. Kass turned and ran away from them. She took to the skies as the firemen put out the last glowing embers. She flew away from that town where she grew up, where she no longer knew a single person.
Her wings beat rhythmically through the night skies as Kass flew. When she was tired, she did not stop. Kass flew as far as she could, as far as she could, until her wings gave out all at once, and she plummeted toward the ground. She braced herself, and landed softly in a deep pile of snow. Kass couldn't move, she was so exhausted from her flight. Who knew how far she had come? The only thing Kass knew was that she had started in the Islands, and was now in a pile of snow. As she lay in the drift, a beautiful sound floated to her ears:
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
And the very next day…
Kass followed the sound through the snow and over a deep drift. She emerged on the other side to see a mass of glowing lights, in every color of the rainbow, surrounding a small house. Ambling through the thick falling snow, she peered through the -blocked- A serious- looking Gnorbu was the source of the beautiful singing. Kass stood at the window and listened to the rest of the song. When the Gnorbu paused and gave her friends a sly smile, they began to protest.
Aw, come on Ev, just one more?
No, how about one we all can sing?
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa la la la la…
The voice of the gnorbu mingled with the slightly less beautiful voices of the others, and the surprisingly deep voice of a young Lenny. Kass turned away from the window, suddenly ashamed that she had been listening. She heard a small voice shout something amongst the singing, and her head snapped back toward the window to see each and every member of the family staring at her. Kass turned and ran as fast as her legs would take her. Her speed lifted her off the ground and she flew to a clump of trees about a mile away. Laying her head down on a thick branch, she closed her eyes and tried to forget about that day, about everything she had done.
A flame. A scream. A cry cut short. A village on fire. And now, The disbelieving face of her little brother, hardening into anger.
Kass opened her eyes to see the serious gnorbu that had been singing in the snowy cottage. She jumped, and a shower of snow fell around her as she hit her head on the branch above.
I'm Evuai," the gnorbu began. "I live right over there- but, I guess you knew that. I… Oh, no! please, I didn't mean to offend you!" Evuai looked distressed as tears welled in the corners of Kass's eyes.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been listening. I was just passing by, and I-" Kass's words stopped short when she saw Evuai shaking her head.
Really, it's okay. Are you lost? You look cold." Evuai gestured toward Kass's feet.
Kass looked down. No! It couldn't be… Her legs were covered in snow. Wait, it wasn't just her legs, her entire body was caked in snow! Kass raised a foot to her head and felt it. Her head was covered too! But Kass was a red Draik… She wasn't snow. She came from the tropics, not the arctic. But she couldn't feel a difference. She looked at Evuai for help, but Evuai didn't seem to know what was wrong. "Well, come get warm," the Gnorbu offered.
Kass followed Evuai back to the house and stopped. Everyone was staring at her, as if she hadn't moved away from the -blocked- An Eyrie in some sort of intricate costume immediately got up and marched into the kitchen. Evuai followed, and Kass trailed behind nervously. Evuai sat down at the table as the Eyrie got to work. Motioning Kass over, she whispered "That's Friends. She's kind of pushy, but she takes care of us. Kind of like our mom, almost.
Friends strode over with three steaming mugs of hot cocoa and plopped them down on the table. As Kass began to sip, she began to question Evuai.
Ev, where did this poor girl come from?
I don't know.
Why was she out in the cold?
I don't know!
Does she have a name?
I don't kn-
It's Kass," Kass interrupted. "I'm from the islands, and I'm here because I ran away from home.
The look on Friends's face softened. "Well now, she speaks at last. So, little Kass, do you mind telling us your story? You don't have to.
I will," Kass said, and she did tell them the story, from the beginning. When she was through, Friends and Evuai agreed it sounded like something she'd rather forget, but Kass simply shook her head. She remembers this story as a reminder that when all seems lost, there is hope. And as each layer of snow falls on the ground outside of the cottage she shares with her small family, a new layer of warmth grows on her heart.
You are strolling through the woods of Faerieland, on your way to the employment agency, when suddenly you trip and are sent sprawling, face-first. As you sit up and straighten your hair, you hear a indignant squeak from the cobblestones behind you. You turn and see the
Monstar pushed aside a low-hanging branch and squinted as the sun suddenly glared in his face. He knew this was the place to see a real rainbow, there was one every time he visited. Which surprised him, considering who lived here...
Ted?" Monstar's high-pitched voice chimed across the clearing. Monstar had made the nickname up himself. It was short for Tedembeg Pop, which was long for tdmbgpop, which, in turn, was short for The Discarded Magical Blue Grundo Plushie of Prosperity.
Ted sat up on his branch and blinked happily at Monstar. "I brought you some stories, Ted!" Ted blinked again and patted the branch next to him with one floppy foot, indicating that Monstar should sit with him. "Hey, Ted, do you wanna hear about Darigan Citadel or Neovia? Or maybe something happier. You look like you could use some cheering up. Happy Valley? Jelly World?" Ted tilted his head and shrugged. "Okay, Shenku it is." Ted flopped over on his branch, and Monstar began his tale...
The young woman lay among the roots of a tall oak, sleeping peacefully. She had been beautiful once, it was obvious, but ages of grief had woven lines across her once-smooth skin, and entire nights of lost sleep were evident in the dark folds underneath her fluttering lashes. Veins were visible under pale skin that hadn't seen the sun in years.Her chest rose and fell slowly as she lapsed into an even deeper sleep.
Suddenly, her hand twitched fretfully and her head lurched off the ground. Pale grey eyes flew open and darkened to a deep cobalt. The young woman's breath came in gasps, and her lips moved silently, mouthing words that not even she could hear. Horror unfolded before her eyes that was invisible to the slumbering forest around her.
A young man, coming home from the war, plodded along a rocky path. He was wounded, yes, but not severely; he was satisfied the the battle was over, but ecstatic that he was going home to his family. He settled in to camp for the night. As he dozed in his makeshift tent, a shadow loomed above his sleeping form. The man awoke to find himself cornered by a monster that was nearly twice his height. He fought terror as he brandished his sword to wield off the beast. At last the creature lay still, alive but unconscious. The attack was clearly a sign for the journey ahead; the man faced natural obstacles, bandits, and a gnawing fear that the beast that had attacked him in the night would find him again. At long last, he arrived home safely. He slept soundly that night, not knowing that a worse fate was coming for him, much worse than any monster he had faced on the lonely trail...
Her body jerked and she found herself again in her solitary forest. She knew not what the man's new enemy was, she could only sense that there was something horrible in store for him. A crushing wave of sadness overtook her as she realized that even if she knew what was coming, she had no idea who the young man was. Tears slid from her eyes, faded to grey once more. Surely she was cursed, to live a life where she was forced to watch people suffer day and night.
Nora raced a school of fish around the coral and through a patch of seaweed. She spun through the water, exhaling delicate bubbles as she paddled along. Suddenly she stopped, flicked her tail, and swam back a few feet. Her eyes widened as she noticed a new tunnel. She quickly swan up to the suface for air, then without hesitation, Nora dashed for the narrow opening.
Nora's claws scratched against the walls as she struggled to fit through the underwater crevice. Finally she emerged into an open cave. Floating along leisurely on her back, she watched as the huge crystal formations around her seemed to grow before her eyes. Nora flipped herself over and swam into a tunnel that was even narrower than the one before. She tucked in her wings and kicked with her powerful legs, zooming through the tunnel. The tunnel curved sharply upwards, and Nora found herself launched into the air. She skidded to a stop on a large, flat rock.
Nora lifted her head and inhaled the sweet scent of a nearby orchid. She laughed with glee as she realized where she was- her tunnel had led to the top of the beautiful cascading waterfall that poured into the lagoon! Nora took a running leap of the edge of the rock, following the waterfall to the crystal blue water below.
Another of his sources had lied, he thought. Just one more false lead could push him over the edge. That treasure deserved to be his. His last source had been Ivan Van Hattenburg, supposedly the most skilled navigator in all of Neopia, but the scouts he'd sent ahead had nothing to report about Ivan's coordinates.
The captain refused to take orders from anyone else. No one seemed to be able to lead him to the treasure, so he would find it himself. Though he hadn't a clue where to look, he knew that every day he traveled where his sources told him to look was a day wasted. With no other option, he decided to randomly choose his next path. The golden dragon would be his. [WIP]