A Neopian Tale Of Love

by the infamous romantic spiritoftheunicorns

Peonique sat on her porch, tears streaking her lovely purple cheeks. Something dabbed her tears. Her friend Bethel, an Acara, smiled up at her. "Oh Peo, it'll be okay!" she said. "I know, Bethie, I still don't get why I let him get to me. So foolish! Who needs men, eh?" said Peonique. "Come on, let's go to the Magic Shop... I think they're having a..." Bethel began. "FAERIE SALE!" they said at the same time.

(I think everyone knows what a faerie sale means to a pet...You know, that needy feeling?)

"Yes sir, do you still have faeries in stock?" asked Peonique hopefully.
"Ah, no. We just sold the last one...ten seconds ago," said the Lupe, glancing at the clock. Peonique sighed and began to look at other items. Bethel eyed a magic potion eagerly and counted the Neopoints she brought.
Peonique was looking at wands when something caught her eye. It was a male faerie. She turned to the lupe. "Um...How much is this?" she asked.
"That? I've no idea where it came from. It's not on the list. I'll take ten Neopoints for it. I'll just tell my boss it was a tip," replied the Lupe.
"Okay," said Peonique, and she paid him. Bethel bought the potion, and they left.

"What the heck is that?" asked Bethel. "It's...um...A faerie prince, I guess," said Peonique. The male faerie winked at Peonique. Bethel perked up one of her ears.
"That's Nikki. Gotta go, Peo!" she said, and trotted off. Peonique sighed, and sat down on a bench in the park near the magic shop. She opened the faerie's lid, and he burst out into the air. His hair was brown with streaks of forest green, his eyes were emeralds set into his skin. He wore what looked a light green toga.

"Good evening, my lady," he said with a roguish grin. "Erm... Hello," replied Peonique.
"What is your name? I am called Gimno, a faerie prince," said Gimno.
"I'm Peonique. I never knew male faeries could be caught!" Peonique laughed.
"I never knew Peophins could stay on land so long," laughed Gimno.
So there was a funky-lookin' faerie and a pretty little Peophin, lost in conversation. Peonique finally popped a question.
"So...Um...How did you get caught anyway?"
"Well, you see a long time ago I had a crush on this beautiful air faerie. She, of course, saw right through me. Finally, I asked her out. She said yes. Amazing! Or at least I thought so. Turns out she arranged for a bounty hunter to catch me. So I was caught, and they sold me. The last thing I remember of her was her fanning herself with the money I fetched and blowing me a kiss. Of course, they figured out I had no blessing skills, and so I wound up left in some shop," said the faerie prince.
"Oh! That's terrible!" said Peonique.
"Yeah. Peonique...This may sound silly...But, do you dance?" asked the faerie prince.
"Erm...I...I...Well, sort of," said Peonique. Her face began blushing scarlet. And so they danced. Hours were like moments flittering gently on a sea of time

And so they danced. Hours were like moments flittering gently on a sea of time. Finally, the faerie prince turned away. "I...I have to go. Back to the Faerielands. That's...That's the rule," he said. "Oh...Oh yes of course...G...Good-bye Gimno," said Peonique. Gimno hesitated, and then leaned over and kissed Peonique. He disappeared. "W...Who says male faeries can't bless?" Peonique thought to herself .