Being a Faerie by _silent_nightmare_ |  |
FAERIELAND - Greetings, people of Neopia. You may have already read about faeries,
heard about faeries, or even saw faeries yourself somewhere during your stay
in Neopia. To you, they are happy little immortals with magical powers that
are carefree, powerful, and eternal. They have the rights to not to be nice
to the people of Neopia because of their powers, you might think. You might
even want to be a faerie yourself, do you not? Everyone wants magical powers
for themselves, to do good or to do bad. Now think again; when was the last
time you have respected a faerie for what it has given you? When was the last
time you heard your friends moaning about the attitudes of the faeries? Being
a faerie is harder than you think it would be; being a faerie takes a lot more
than having magical powers.
I am an earth faerie, my name you do not need to know. I shall remain anonymous
for my own safety due to the opinions I will express later in this article.
I normally live in Faerieland, though I travel around the world, just like many
other faeries. Through my adventures and journeys I have experienced a lot,
and yes, being a faerie is not as easy and happy as you think it would be.
True, faeries are immortal, and we never seem to need to worry about the coming
of our death in peaceful times; but think, our immortality also traps us forever
in this land of unknown danger. Time torn our heart with cruelty, and nothing
can heal the scars of love and hatred. As we grow older our minds mature, but
the pains of these wounds would haunt us every time memory returns, for the
rest of our being. Living in those pains is no better than passing beyond life
with no feeling.
Faeries possess special powers according to their element. For example, fire
faeries have the powers of the fire and heat element, as do earth faeries with
the spirits of the greeneries. Sometimes we use our power and our soul to make
weapons for you Neopians. We put our spirits into each and every one of these
weapons to enable them with forever-magical abilities. Some of us needed days
to recover from the loss of these energies; some of us never recovered from
the loss of these energies. Our sacrifice was for you to be able to defend yourself
from darkness and danger so all of you are able to live a merry life; but our
efforts are not recognised. You merchants began to make businesses with these
weapons, and selling them for less than what they are worth. Eventually they
end up in battler's hands, where you foolish Neopians battle each other, hurt
each other, and kill each other. Until all the magic is used up, you throw it
away and call it a piece of junk. Little did you know that this might be the
heart and passion of a faerie's life, and little did you know that your pleasure
is another's life. We did not die for you to torture; we sacrificed for nothing.
We worked day and night with little rest or sleep, though it may seem to you
that we always travel around, give out hard-to-do quests and do nothing else;
that is not true. The water faerie that guards the healing springs of Faerieland
always stays in her position, no matter how tired she is or how annoyed she
is by the returning healthy pets. From day to day, without stopping, she healed
countless pets in need, those that are troubled by diseases, or those that are
wounded by the weapons of her own kind. She didn't use any other magic but her
own, and exhaustion is not an excuse for her to be away because she knew by
heart that her absence might mean someone else's life. For all her hard work
she asked for nothing but appreciation and politeness; but there are still pets
that are complaining because they are not fully healed or only got a cheap potion
from her just because her magic is used up and she is tired.
For these special powers we are priced by many, including you and your kin.
From the beginning of time we are praised with offerings, until a time came
where our importance became less and less. For our magic powers Balthazar haunted
us. Without thinking about our feelings he puts our clans and friends into cheap
glass bottles and sell them for a profit. Amazingly, he has customers. Instead
of stopping him and freeing us from this timeless terror, Kauvara the Magician
bought us from him at a price of around 300 Neopoints each and selling us for
600 Neopoints Soon Balthazar started a company and, to our greater surprise,
his company managed to get into the stock market. By buying his stocks Neopians
supported him. From appraised gods we became helpless items, waiting to be bought
and traded.
Many fought for the possession of our bottles because they knew we could be
sold for much more in private shops. Many believed that if they keep us, our
value will increase and they are able to make more profit at the end. So they
did, and they kept us in their Safety Deposit Boxes along with the rotten berries
they've got from the Meri-Acres Farm and the Fantastic Fly Pies from the Haunted
Woods. Forever and ever we waited in our bottles, in the dark boxes, to be freed.
If we are lucky, we might end up with a few of our kin in the same Box. Two
pieces of glass isolated us in the beginning, but we soon developed simple signals
to communicate. Sometimes we knocked on the glass bottles to make sounds; sometimes
we used sign languages to communicate with each other. Through boredom, insecurity
and loneliness we spent our precious, immortal lives in these Safety Deposit
Boxes, until one day the war comes, our value increases, and we are put out
into the shops again.
Just as I have once experienced, we are passed through hands and hands, exchanged
for Neopoints, sold for countless times before we are in innocent hands. Finally
we see our hope: the gentle hands that are there to open our bottle. Long since
we last breathed fresh air, we are able to feel freedom again! We flew free;
but we did not forget to bless our saviour. Though it should be their duty to
free us, because we should not have been trapped at the first place. With vengeance
still in our mind, some of us refused to bless our saviours. Without thinking
about what we have been through, they leave us some bad language for most of
the time, and sworn to hate faeries forever. We do not deserve this, after all
we have done to help them.
We also worked hard to improve our products or keep safety in Neopia; but
alone we cannot accomplish what we want to do. So we set up quests for you,
hoping for help to come to our hands. The Snow Faerie stayed all year long on
the Terror Mountain in the cold to develop more magic; Illusen hid in her hideaway
in Meridell to accomplish her goals. We always try our hardest to make these
quests easy; but it is not always possible. What is needed is needed, and we
try to give you rewards for your efforts. Soon you Neopians turned this effort
into a business again. You refuse to help us in bringing in slightly more expensive
goods; you began to only do it for us if you estimate a profit out of these
quests. When would you learn to do what we have done to you? When would you
ever learn to help us, for the sake of helping your own world?
Now that war has struck the world of Meridell, we faeries are ordered by the
Queen Herself to help out in the war as well. Though you might not have seen
us, numerous people from our own forces have fought bravely in an effort to
the war. The rest of us that are unable to contribute by fighting did their
part by supporting and healing the wounded. Illusen did not like fighting, so
she helped the weak ones and warriors in training by donating battle items and
Codestones to the Money Tree, where they are distributed into the hands of the
poor. Without us the war could have been very different, I could say. Without
us, the war would have been very difficult; but our contributions to the war
are omitted. High score tables honoured the bravest warriors; nothing mentioned
our sacrifices.
But we do not mind; we knew what we did right and we enjoyed the pleasure
of helping another, no matter what we get in return; because we are faeries
of Neopia, always there to aid you in the cases of need. |
