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The Neopian Times Week 148 > Short Stories > The True Face of a Faerie: Fyora

The True Face of a Faerie: Fyora

by draconis_minoris

She sat upon her glistening throne, flexing, uncurling her fingers. She laughed, a strange, unfeeling noise in the wide, unusually empty throne room. Most throne rooms were filled with elaborate rugs that were gifts from visiting faeries, and beautiful ornaments adorning the walls. Not so here. It was empty. The morning sun shone through a small window, casting a myriad of lights to dance through the throne room. It was an alluring sight, but it was impossible to forget the emptiness, the barren chill of something that shouldn’t be.

* * *

A young Earth Faerie burst through the cloud-like soft substance at the entrance to the throne room. A genius invention by a former Air Faerie, the cloud would only admit faeries, and it doesn’t allow sound to pass through. The mist parted at the touch of the faerie.

     The fledgling Earth Faerie – only having recently earned her wings – was flustered. Her normally curly brown hair stuck up at odd angles. She was breathing hard for she had made utmost haste in delivering this message. Her emerald wings fluttered and drooped. Her name was Rejuvina, and she was currently a messenger carrying information between higher-ranking faeries. Rejuvina trembled in awe, standing at last in front of her idol, Queen Fyora!

     Fyora glared dispassionately down at Rejuvina. Fyora’s lavender eyes darkened and she loomed a full head taller than Rejuvina. Her quiet reverie disturbed by this imp of a faerie!

     “Qu-queen F-Fyora. A message from the Air and Light Faeries, working in conjunction. They advise you to carefully watch the Hidden Tower, for more and more common Neopians are becoming aware of its existence. They say, ‘with awareness comes greed, with greed comes envy, and with envy comes thieves,’” the Earth Faerie got over her initial nervousness by reciting this message she had committed to heart. She was no longer gasping for air and she stood much straighter.

     “Common Neopians? Thieves? I’ll have that Air Faerie’s neck if any one of my precious items is stolen!” Fyora’s calm demeanor changed. She quivered and Rejuvina was taken aback. She did not grow flushed and hot-headed like humans, but it was easy to tell she was extremely aggravated.

     “What? You’re still here? You’re dismissed,” Fyora waved her hand at Rejuvina who immediately exited the lifeless throne room.

     Rejuvina was stung. Outside the cloud doors, she paused to think over what had happened. Not only was Fyora not calm and composed as she had appeared at press conferences, she had completely blown Rejuvina off! Not that Rejuvina expected the Faerie Queen to really notice her, but she had expected her to be nicer … Rejuvina disappeared down the streets of Faerie city, out of sight and out of mind.

* * *

Back in her throne room, Fyora was still furious. Pacing back and forth she thought of whose idea it had been to allow those other than faeries enter the invisible tower. It had been the idea of the former Air Faerie, the very same one who had designed the cloud doors.

     Fyora whistled. It was a piercing sound that would’ve made any Gelert or Lupe in the vicinity howl in pain. Immediately, a light Faerie named Lustriano, Fyora’s own personal assistant appeared.

     “Go fetch the Water Faerie, and tell her to make water doors to the throne room.” Her real problem forgotten, Fyora began planning her day.

* * *

Lustriano flushed an unbecoming crimson. Lustriano had dark sable hair that was offset by her pale skin and amber wings. A whistle? Lustriano would’ve never put up with this, but it was part of her Faerie City training – jobs that were assigned to graduating faeries to get a feel for the City life. All Lustriano knew was that when she finished her job as a messenger, she was moving as far away from Faerie City – and Fyora – as possible. She wished that there were some way she could stay without being in contact with Fyora. In the morning sun, every towering piece of Faerie City gleamed and twinkled with a beautiful light. Lustriano loved every second of the sunrise, being a light Faerie. In Faerieland, she lived up close to the sun. However, with Fyora as she is, Lustriano would still move.

* * *

Fyora sighed. Was it really that time already? It was her least favorite job as Faerie Queen – or make that her second to least. It was quest time.

     As far as Fyora was concerned, quests were for the younger, less experienced faeries. Or those who lived outside of Faerieland – Illusen and Taelia for example. However, the Faerie Council – something Fyora would get rid of if she could; Fyora was queen – had voted for her doing something to help Neopians out.

     What the Faerie Council didn’t know was that Fyora could sense Newbies and those without Neopoints. Of course, she targeted some Neopians who could afford her quests so no one would get suspicious.

     Fyora spied a chestnut-haired girl walking with her ruby-red Shoyru through Mystery Island. The jungle looked like it had been there forever, and there was hardly a path through the maze of growth. The girl and her pet seemed to be having a tough time making it through the jungle. Fyora didn’t like jungles or forests. They were an unsightly thing to the Faerie Queen who had to have everything in order.

     “I don’t know, Midnight_Star224, are you sure you know the way?” the red Shoyru looked nervous. Fyora knew that pets generally know more about their surroundings than humans, and to trust what they say.

     “Oh, don’t worry, WindFlame224!” Midnight_Star224 exclaimed. “I can see Techo Mountain from here!” The girl appeared to be a very new user judging by her claim that she could she Techo Mountain, even though all she saw was a small hill of jagged rocks.

     Fyora silently drifted towards them, “Could you find me my Strawberry Poogle Cake?” she asked pleasantly.

     Flying away before the stunned duo could make a sound, Fyora thought again of her plan. Of course, the Newbies could always scrounge together enough Neopoints – there was no time limit, after all. That was one rule Fyora hated. She wished she could take a leaf out of Illusen’s book (Illusen’s Novel that is – a very good read) and have a time limit. As it was, the girl and her Shoyru would probably cancel the quest.

* * *

Now it was time for Fyora’s least favorite activity – reviewing the faeries. She had to individually confer with every high-ranking faerie and talk to them about their jobs. She even had to fly to Terror Mountain and Mystery Island to review everyone! Fyora was furious at the Faerie Council for this regulation. She even considered disbanding the Faerie Council, but that would require a majority vote. Fyora wasn’t stupid. Trying to destroy the Faerie Council would end in the loss of her job as Faerie Queen.

     She first stopped by the smaller Faeries. They seemed to be doing their jobs fine, although she called Lustriano again to ask the Light Faerie to make a door – Fyora didn’t like the water doors. The Rainbow Fountain Faerie looked sad that not many pets could complete her quest. Fyora couldn’t care less about the happiness of her subjects. The Healing Faerie looked overworked, but at least she didn’t snap like the previous faerie. Illusen and Jhudora were both having fun giving difficult quests out. Fun! Ha,Fyora thought about each of their self-given jobs. The faeries were pretty much normal.

* * *

Fyora stared moodily out her palace bedroom window. Her room was littered with Faerie Queen merchandise and furniture, books and posters. It was colored in pastel pink and purple. Fyora – even though she was constantly pampered, and the ‘difficult’ parts of her job were in reality easy, and she lived luxury – still was unhappy. Everything was handed to her on a silver platter, and yet she still craved the gold one.

The End

Author’s Note: Wow! My first story! Don’t flame me; I really love Fyora. I just wanted to show how she could be. Should I write another ‘True Face of a Faerie?’ All Neomail will be responded to and appreciated. Thank you Snowflake for the Neopian Times! Midnight_Star224 and WindFlame224 were completely made up by me, but feel free to use the names if you'd like!


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