Welcome to my first published Neopets story! I've been on Neopets for four years, and this is sortof a mix between two stories I had in mind. The first half was a faerie I had created, a "neon" faerie called Neoni. The story was basically that she wasn't born a faerie, infact originally she was supposed to be a minion Dr. Sloth had created,but then turned on him and became good, as well as his #2 worst enemy (The space faerie being #1).Later I changed her type to a radioactive faerie. xD But once I came up with... well... you'll see later on. xD I decided to mash the two together. Now because you can be a little more creative with neopets I expect this to be my best fic yet... Atleast by my standards.
Every human has dreamed of having powers - much like a faerie's - at some point in their life. Well I was no exception. I came to Neopia many years ago and have studied faeries ever since. I even live in faerieland now with my pets Arikkiana, the yellow xweetok - Catiniana, the green bori - and Neoni, the green jubjub (who was also named after me). We lived an average, somewhat happy life together. But all that changed when darkness rose over Neopia, just like it had fifteen years ago, and a thousand years before that. That was when I gained the faerie powers I have always wanted, but I wasn't the one controlling them...
The soft wind made the small notebook pages flutter, as the brunette human owner wrote down all she saw. She stood infront of the fountain of the palace gardens in Faerieland, and possibly the most evil being known to Neopia, though she was in no danger.
Standing infront of her was the defeated Darkest Faerie, turned to stone for trying to destroy the kingdom of Altador, escaping her stone prison, and trying to destroy the rest of Neopia whilst she among hundreds of others believed that Altador was gone forever. Anger and vengeance shot through the face and body language of the faerie. The girl called Neoni wrote all she saw, and all she remembered of this faerie's history. She had been there when she took over Faerieland fifteen years ago. She was under the Darkest Faerie's hypnosis, as was everyone else in Neopia, wich was why some of it was vague. But that is why she came here. She had studied all the famous Earth faeries, Air faeries, Water faeries (even the Drenched... this was how far Neoni was willing to go with her research.), light faeries, fire faeries, and all else inbetween. but she was just now beginning her research on Dark faeries. Since the Darkest Faerie could do her no harm in this state - wich is a highly different story for the infamous Jhudora - she decided to start with her. She looked up from her notebook and analyzed the statue again. At the foot of the fountain, Fyora had engraved a passage. Neoni read aloud.
"She overtook the world with a vengeance against our queen," Neoni thought for a moment. "She was defeated by the power of Jerdana's Orb and the might of two neopians fifteen years ago, by the names of Tormund of Meridell-" she looked up. "-and Roberta of Brightvale."
She gazed up at the beautiful amulet known as Jerdana's Orb hanging from the faerie's neck. Included in her notes, she usually had a sketch of something significant to the event or person. She needed a drawing of that orb.
She was quite the perfectionist and needed all the detail she could get, and considering her self-inflicted run-in with the Drenched, she would go to all lengths to get a closer look. She stepped up onto the wall of the pool at the bottom of the founain, just off the edge, wary of falling in to the pool. She leaned in to look at the slightly glowing charm.
Suddenly, she slipped on a spot of water on the edge of the wall. as she plummeted towards the water, she tried to grasp the Darkest Faerie's arm or shoulder - anything to keep her from falling, but instead accidently grasped Jerdana's Orb. The chain couldn't hold her weight and easily snapped, sending the girl splashing into the pool. She sat up, her soaking hair drizzled over the front of her face. She hastily looked down to her hand and, seeing the magical orb, was too afraid to gasp. She saw The Darkest Faerie's stone layer begin to magically crack away as the sky seemed to wail and storm in hatred as much as the faerie would. Neoni tried to stand and latch the necklace back onto the faerie's neck, but was stopped by a coarse, spidery hand. A condescending voice spoke.
"Thank you for freeing me," The Darkest faerie turned. She said it in a way that didn't sound like she was very thankful. More like she had plans in store for Neoni. Terrible plans. And if she had this much anger towards someone who had just freed her, Neoni couldn't imagine what she would do to the one who turned her to stone.
"Queen Fyora..." Neoni whispered almost silently as she backed away in fear, but not so quiet that the Darkest Faerie's ears couldn't catch it. She dropped the orb into the water as she began to run towards the castle, but was stopped.
"You wish to have powers," She spoke again loudly. "Is this a dream of yours?" She had obviously said that to stop Neoni from warning the faerie queen, but how she knew this, Neoni did not know.
Neoni stopped dead in her tracks, and turned slowly. "How did you know that?" She asked, though as she later thought on it, it turned out to be quite a stupid question. The Darkest Faerie was practically the ruler of the dream world. She could sense it just from looking at her.
Neoni stepped forward, wich probably wasn't the wisest thing to do. "Please, your greatness," She tried to lighten her punishment by buttering her up. She dropped to her knees and pleaded. "Spare me. I promise never to work against you during your conquering."
The dark faerie cackled. Luminous purple clouds swirled above. "Oh, you shall live," She said with a mischeivous grin. "But no soul will escape my wrath."
She lifted a single hand and a purple hue seeped through it towards Neoni. She looked into her eyes, so deeply that Neoni could swear she had gazed so far into her soul that it was if she had known her for life. The purple magic curved around and around, and soon Neoni felt herself lift into the air. Suddenly, the magic closed in on her body and she shreiked. The immense pain was unbearable. She felt as if her insides were being turned inside-out. Her skin stung like a million hornet stings as it morphed into a dark, scaly purple. Neoni howled in pain through the whole process. Her average jeans and T-shirt were ripping and tearing and turned to a dark black. Her hair colour changed to black from the roots and worked its way down to her ends. As this happened it felt like each root was a wound and the dark magic was salt being rubbed into them. Suddenly she hunched over and she thought her shoulder blades were being torn out, as large purple bat wings emerged from her back. Her eyes were tightly closed in pain, then flashed open and glowed a bright red. At the same time, her painful, sour, wincing mouth morphed to an evil grin. She had been transformed into a mutated faerie, and was once again under the Darkest Faerie's hypnosis. But this time she had powers, the ability to fly, everything the Darkest Faerie had. She was like a double, only under the deep influence of the Darkest Faerie.
The faerie cackled in approval. this was exactly what she needed, and this bafoon had unleashed her power upon herself. It was almost too easy... almost. "Now. Here is what I need you to do."
Now this was just my luck. I finally got what I always wanted, but I was far from happy. She sent me to do terrible things with her hypnosis, and I was aware of everything, with my own thoughts, but my body was under her control completely. One day, I was thinking that at some point someone would defeat her, and free me and the rest of Neopia... as ANYONE in my situation would hope.Two people in mind specifically. But then I had a feeling our world was done for with the next task she commanded me to do...
Well, there it is. Hope you review, as I plan on having alot of fun writing the future chapters of this story. (don't worry, I DO have an entire plot planned out.)
Anya Lation
