Where Faeries Come From

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     “Flutter, PLEASE? I just want to know. Where do Faeries come from?” the Island Peophin asked poignantly. She batted her little eyelashes a few times- as if that would actually do the trick. Little heathen.

     “Faerieland, of course,” was my reply. This, of course, only satisfied her for a few days. In all actuality, I didn’t know the answer. Over a period of weeks, my answers were purely random and far-fetched and simply lead to more questions.

     “But Flutter, there IS no such thing as a stork. Besides, calling someone that isn’t exactly nice,” she’d shot back at me.

     “No, Mem. Stork. It’s a bird that looks a lot like a Lenny- ugh. YOU, by the way, are a dork.” I tousled her mane and left it at that. Why she was so insistent on finding the origin of all Faeries was beyond me!

     So, this morning, she asks the question yet again. I’m completely exasperated at this point- and make a suggestion. “Why don’t we go up to Faerieland and ask?” Seems like a novel concept to me. All three of my darling Peophins agree, and soon we’re bustling on our way over to the Faerieland Cloud. Fathoms, for the most part, mopes, but Aez and Mem choose to point out every. single. Pteri. For being two totally different personalities, the two get on well enough- but Fathoms, being the only boy, is about ready to chuck the girls overboard.

     “Flutter, if you don’t shut them up, I’m going to stuff one of those Pteris up their noses.”

     I grin, but don’t say anything because I’d hate to hurt their feelings. Before we realise it, we’re at Faerieland’s gates. I shudder a bit- I love pink and purple, but this is a bit much. Fathoms gags silently before a tiny Floud begins following him, and Mem seems to be stalked by a cloud. Aez complains that SHE doesn’t have a petpet, and simply to shut her up, someone on the street gives her a Khnum. After about fifteen minutes of squabbling, I finally get them all settled down and take my little herd to the Faerie City itself- and avoid staring at the ridiculously purple buildings. Someone seriously needs to redesign this place.

     “Flutter, LOOK, A FAERIE. Can we go ask HER where she came from?” Mem points directly at Jhudora.

     I shake my head furiously, pulling her away with as much force as one can muster when dealing with a large Neopet. I don’t even bother correcting her on her mistake for fear that Jhudora might hear it and blast us all to smithereens.

     Soon, we pass the Library and other assorted shops (and my bank account is bleeding at this point). I make a snide comment about how the Library seems to be the only building done in good taste and immediately am kicked out of the food shop. Lovely. Luckily, however, clouds are much, much softer to land on than the hard-packed dirt you’d hit in Altador, where we call home. Nevertheless, I make my best attempt to look hurt- but my hurt look is more like an intimidating Battledome glare and soon enough, I’m forced off the street. I glower a bit as Fathoms chuckles- at least one of us is amused!

     I successfully run into the Hidden Tower, wondering why I’ve been stopped so rudely before our happy party is intercepted by the Palace Guards. Those girls are MEAN looking. We try our best to run away, but clouds don’t have the best rapport with anything quicker than a jog and Faeries have the distinct advantage of wings. That being said, once we’re apprehended, we’re immediately taken to Fyora’s court. If we’re sent to the dungeons, I’ll have to remind myself to repeatedly bash my head on the wall.

     I realise with a sudden bit of panic that Fyora must have done the town decorating- her outfit is nothing short of something I’d seen in a movie once. She glares down at our little family, obviously miffed.

     “Do you realise what you’ve done?” she queries. Her voice is deep and important sounding- I guess I should have listened to the question a bit clearer, because I’m lost.

     “What, all she did was run into your tower,” Aez pipes up. Oh, good old Aezriel. Always there to make me want to stuff her in a box. “I don’t think that’s illegal. Unis run into it all the time!” I watch as the Queen cringes a little- my darling Desert Peophin was right! I hadn’t done anything wrong.

     “ALL SHE DID?” she shrieks, as though tower-hitting were an abomination. “She’s insulted my buildings, colour choice, and unique sense of style!” She snorts, her little pug nose lifted in the air.

     “It’s unique, alright,” I mumble, but no one hears me. I make a mental note to ground Mem from ever asking another question about Faeries again. By the look on her face, I’m not sure I have to worry about that too much. Poor thing’s petrified. Before I can get out another word, she asks that blasted question.

     “Uh... I know this is kind of off topic but where do Faeries come from?” she blurts it. I bring my hand to my face and hope no one can see my red cheeks. Fyora’s jaw dropped to her knees, just as abashed as the rest of the room.

     “They come from Faerieland, you half-wit,” she snips. Funny, I tried that response before and it didn’t work.

     “UGH, no, that’s not what I mean!” she says frustratedly. “I mean, Neopets come from the Create A Pet Centre. Well, most of them do, but Krawks and Draiks don’t count 'cause they’re weird. But no one can seem to answer my question about where Faeries come from and don’t say the Stork cause Flutter already tried that one,” she finishes. She taps her hoof impatiently, just for emphasis, I’m certain.

     Fyora blinks a few times before coming up with the next irrational answer. “Neggs. Draiks come from Draik Eggs, and Faeries come from Neggs.” She excuses herself (and I’m assuming us, as well,) and leaves the room in a frustrated flurry of purple.

     “Flutt, you don’t think she’s serious, do you?” Aez asks, her bottom lip quivering. Neggs happen to be her favorite food. I stare at the floor, not quite sure of how to answer. I grin, realizing how many Neopoints a year I’ll save if Aez cuts down on her Negg habit.

     “Well, she IS the Faerie Queen, so she should know the answer- we’ll just have to take her word as law,” I proclaim happily. My brilliant mood is quickly torched as Fathoms lights another flame to it.

     “No, that’s not possible. Neggs are plants. Plants can only sustain fruits and vegetables, not living, breathing creatures in those fruits,” he reasons. He catches my glare and has an even wider grin on his face than I had at my happy little thought. “So, Flutter, I hope you’re up to the next journey. We’re going to Brightvale. King Hagan should know exactly where Faeries come from.” I begin to creep towards him to stuff the Ghost Peophin into a box, but realise that my official Peophin Stuffing Box was left at the Library.

     “YOU three can go on your own- I’m not getting kicked out of Brightvale, too!” I shout, and in a whirl, we’re sent back through the portal to Altador.

     Needless to say, I’m glad to be home. I much prefer my comfy bed to those fluffy pink clouds, despite the fact that they were freakishly soft, too. I stretch a bit, sitting on the couch to watch a bit of Neovision and laugh at the idiot who was caught on camera running into the Hidden Tower.

     Oh, crumb. I’ll never hear the end of this one.

The End