Celalestia sat in her room, twiddling a pencil between
her furry paws. She had a look of sheer frustration upon her face, and her little
fluffy brow was furrowed. The waste paper basket beside her was overflowing
with crumpled up pieces of paper, and there were pencil nubs scattered all over
the floor. Sitting at her desk she glanced at the letters from the Neopian times.
Each of them were well-worn and had stains on them from the Faerie-Queen-only-knew
what, and they smelled like bananas.
Sighing she picked one up. Not that it mattered,
she knew what it said, same as all the others. "We're sorry to inform you that
your submission has been rejected. Please try us again in the future." And then
it was signed by some pencil pushing Mynci, or top-hat wearing rabbit.
She didn't understand why her stories weren't
accepted. She wrote very well for a young Cybunny, and her Mom had always been
very impressed with her work. Celalestia took her mother's praise to heart,
for Noveon was a published author -- that's how they could afford a marble home
in Faerie land. Her mother was almost always at the book shop talking to the
earth faerie there about what Neopians needed. Books with maps, pictures, stories,
tales, spells, and anything else that would either educate, entertain, or a
little bit of both.
Celalestia wanted to follow in her mother's
footsteps. Sigla was already accomplished as a Guardian for hire, and Ixion_Sigla
was going to start racing on the Poogle tracks next summer. They had both proven
themselves, as far as the Cybunny was concerned. Yet, she was the eldest, and
still didn't have a steady occupation. She had sent in dozens of stories to
The Neopian Times. Stories of great adventure that Sigla would tell her about,
stories about races that Ixion had either won or lost.
And every time they were rejected. Apparently,
the newspaper room was practically wallpapered with action story submissions.
Celalestia wondered absently if maybe one of her stories were pasted to the
wall somewhere inside the building. It was very likely, since she had sent in
enough submissions to cover a little office.
"I don't think I will ever get any of my stories
published." Setting down her pencil she got up and walked downstairs. She wasn't
getting anywhere sitting upstairs like a lump on a log. At least she could get
something to eat.
It was just then, as she was rounding the corner
of the stairs and walking past the front door that she heard Sigla's hooves
clumping on the wooden porch. With an anxious look he stopped short of barreling
over his sister.
"Cela!" he exclaimed calling her by the nickname
she never really liked. "Oh thank the faeries I found you!!" He grabbed her
fluffy shoulder and started out the front of the house, talking as he dragged
her outside. "The neighbour's kid is stuck up on the top floor of their house!
Judge Hog is fighting Balthazar, but the Jelly Chia is still inside the house,
and it's locked up tighter than a steel-drum!"
Sure enough, as she walked outside with her
brother she saw everything that was going on. Sigla grabbed her shoulders, and
looked into her eyes, "The only way to save the kid is to get up to the third
floor through a window. But none of the ladders around here reach that high,
and the faeries are too afraid of the Jelly Chia to do anything."
Celalestia was terrified. What could she do?
Why had her brother dragged her into all of this when she could have stayed
safely inside? She knew they wouldn't get much help from the Faerie Police,
they were too far away from the kingdom to get help back here in time.
Sigla pointed up to the window, "You're the
only Cybunny in this town Cela, you have to jump up there and help the kid out."
Celalestia looked at her brother in shock, "Sigla
you must be crazy, I can't fight the Jelly Chia!! What good can I do?!"
Sigla rolled his eyes, "I didn't say to fight
it, I said jump up there and get the kid. I've seen you leap before Cela, you
can reach that top floor with no problem. Just get the kid and come back out
the window."
Celalestia bundled up her courage, and her legs,
and with one deep breath she leapt up into the air and right through the neighbour
child's bedroom window.
Two weeks later
Celalestia set down her pencil, and leaned back
in her chair with a sigh. A letter sat In her desk, this time not stained or
smelling like bananas. "We are happy to inform you that you have been accepted
into Fire Faerie's Fun Carnival. We hope to see your fun-filled feats of high
leaping acrobatics soon. Signed - The feisty fire sisters."
Celalestia wasn't a hero like Sigla, or a racer
like Ixion, but she had, at least, found out what she was good at.
The End | 
