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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