The royal Draik meandered through the labyrinth of bookshelves in the Faerieland Library, scanning the spines of each and every tome for the one book he was looking for. It was the biggest library he had ever been to, and there were so many reading materials that called out to him from the shelves, but still he continued his quest.

The Library Faerie had told him that Tales of the Kingdom of Pahina was one of the oddest books in the entire library, as it never stayed on a singles shelf at a time even though entire months could pass without it being picked up. But she also assured him that the book would appear to those it chose - and those who sought it. He didn't know if that made it easier for him or not.

Luckily, his search did not take long.

At the very end of one particularly packed shelf, he finally found the gilded, leather-bound book, and slowly slid it out. The title was in elegant, almost archaic-looking script, and the picture depicted a beautiful castle surrounded by a clear moat, verdant fields and silver gates. The sight stirred his heart, awakening memories from long ago.

And when it did, the picture began to glow with a soft golden light. Suddenly, it looked more real, and everything else around him felt like a dream. His heart began to race, and he smiled, fully expecting what happened next.

Strangely, nobody noticed the bright flash of light. The Faerieland Library began to dissolve around him, looking like strands of color being stripped away by some unseen force. He had one last glimpse of the Library Faerie still at her desk some distance away; had she winked at him? Did she notice him being sucked into Tales of the Kingdom of Pahina?

In any case, he would never know. At least, for a long time.

Before too long, his feet touched solid ground, and he smelled grass and the sweet scent of flowers. Sunlight streamed down from a perfectly azure sky, and somewhere close by, a brook burbled and Beekadoodles chirped their daytime songs. And before him was the most majestic sight of all - the great stone fortress adorned with purple and blue banners. It had looked so enthralling on the cover of the book, and now, he couldn't help smiling even more widely as it stood, seemingly beckoning him to its gates.

He answered its call and took flight, reveling in the breeze that accompanied him. At last, he landed gently before the large metal gates; did they look shinier than before? And they had more curlicues and spelled out Castle Diwari in the same script as the book title.

Reynathia has been working a lot since I left, he thought.

He walked up to the guards, who quickly made their obeisance. But before any of them could speak, he could see three figures moving down the cobbled path leading from the drawbridge to the gates. A Christmas Zafara clutching an emerald staff led the other two - a purple Royal Blumaroo and a female Royal Draik. The Draik suddenly overtook her companions, zooming down toward the gates so fast that the guards barely had time to open them and admit the esteemed guest.

He smiled and opened his arms, and his female counterpart leapt into them. They embraced, and were soon joined by the other two.

After years of exploring Neopia as a nomadic savant, after years of evading royal duty as the prince of Pahina and Reynathia's twin brother, and after years of being away from his friends, King Thashir and Archmage Astralianne, he was finally home.