The Aisha Thieves
Stormydreamer
"Be not afraid young child," A heavenly voice said. We were in a tunnel, screwing our eyes shut against a bright white light, unable to move and all they could say was something my ancestors would smirk at!
"AFRAID?" I yelled, still screwing my eyes against the light. "YOU'RE BLINDING US AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS BE NOT AFRAID?" I yelled in anger.
"Would this be better?" Suddenly, the light disappeared, followed by an overwhelming sense of rushing. Wind pushed my hair backwards as I awkwardly opened my eyes. Sparkles danced in my vision as I watched in amazement.
We were travelling forward, far faster than any speed I could possibly dream of. The wind whipped my hair and face as my eyes started to water. Lae seemed to suffer a similar fate, and despite it all, still looked incredibly annoyed.
Suddenly, without warning, the rush stopped and we were pitched forward. I landed on my face at the same moment I heard a large thump and a muffled curse.
"Temper temper Lae," I snorted, getting to my feet, rubbing various sore spots. It was then I noticed the cause of this.
It was a Faerie, but an unusual one. Instead of the regular attire most Faeries donned, she was wearing robes of a dark gold colour, with a brighter gold braiding. The robe hung low on her ankles and pooled around her slight hands. Her hair was the colour of the desert; a mysterious blonde and her eyes sparkled like an oasis. Her features were pale but not unnaturally so.
"What on earth are you doing?" Lae said, angrily marching over towards her. "You basically kidnapped us!"
"You were attempting to steal from me." The Faerie said simply, flicking her blonde locks back over her shoulders. "I have been watching you since you entered," She added as Lae opened her mouth. She promptly closed it with a furious glare.
"Well, we won't steal." I said. "Though we are thieves." I added as an afterthought.
"Why?" The Faerie asked curiously, fixing me with an impenetrable stare.
"Everyone has to make a living," I shrugged. The Faerie seemed amused but refrained from commenting. There was a silence, uncomfortable and heavy. "So who are you?" I asked finally.
"The Faerie of the Desert." She replied. "I guard the Jewel, but not for much longer."
"The jewel?" Lae said, finally finding her voice. "So what is it? Emerald? Diamond?"
"Not exactly." The Faerie smiled. "I will show you it." And for the second time in a few minutes, I felt the horrible blast of wind.
***
"So where is it?" I asked, gazing round the room. We were in a large room, full of exotic chairs and tables. The walls were bare but still carried magnificence in them. In the middle of the room was a large podium with a spell book held aloft by some chant. It floated about a metre and a half off the ground nonchalantly. If I wasn't so curious, I would have laughed.
The Faerie smiled at my question and seemed to close her eyes. A shape took form in front of us, growing larger and fluffier. It barked sharply and I jumped. The Faerie laughed and thrust her hand through the shape. We both jumped as her hand passed straight through it.
"Hologram." I said quickly. "Of course!"
The Faerie nodded silently, a slight smile on her face. "This is Jeronik," She said. "And he is the jewel."
There was a silence as the fluff ball, which I had now identified as a yellow Gelert panted. His fur was the same colour as the Faerie's but his eyes were a deep emerald green. He didn't seem to be able to sit still either, always moving from one spot to the other. It reminded me of a child who had got its hands on the sugar jar. The silence grew more awkward.
"You're joking." Lae cut in suddenly.
The Faerie looked at her and shook her head. "The Jewel will be stolen soon. If fallen into the wrong hands, it can bring an end to all Neopia." She said, shaking her head sadly. "I placed the jewel in the heart of Jeronik in the hope he shall protect it, despite his ignorance of youth. He does not know of his legacy, and I shall not allow you to tell him."
"So . what?" I asked, shrugging at Lae. "The jewel's in the Gelert, and we need it."
"I cannot allow you to hand Jeronik over." The Faerie replied and I could see anger flash in her eyes. "However," She continued in a calmer tone, although in her eyes anger still receded. "I can see that your hearts are pure, if your life is not."
"Hey!" Lae said indignantly. "Everyone has to make a living somehow."
The Faerie ignored her. "I can see the jewel will be safe in your care, for, despite your rough exterior, lays a heart pure." She looked at me, but her eyes delved deeper than my face. "Especially you." She said.
Her gaze, however, didn't leave my face. I guess she needed to look past my exterior - my face and hands were black with grime and dirt, and my hair was in need of a wash. I could feel her gaze penetrate my soul, the very essence that made me me.
"You're not going to give us the jewel, right?" I asked timidly, watching the hologram of the Gelert. He has now started chasing his tail.
"I am giving you Jeronik. I know, despite your rough pretence, you would not hand over the jewel." She said. The hologram suddenly disappeared with a flash, leaving an empty space where it had been. "I ask of you only one thing," She continued smoothly. "Please do not tell Jeronik of his legacy, it is a heavy fate of any pet, and Jeronik is young."
I looked at Lae. "We won't." I replied eventually.
"Thank you," She said. "I believe in you." She looked at the door, "I will take you to Jeronik."
To be continued
Neomails will be loved and worshipped. Pwease?
Stormydreamer
"Be not afraid young child," A heavenly voice said. We were in a tunnel, screwing our eyes shut against a bright white light, unable to move and all they could say was something my ancestors would smirk at!
"AFRAID?" I yelled, still screwing my eyes against the light. "YOU'RE BLINDING US AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS BE NOT AFRAID?" I yelled in anger.
"Would this be better?" Suddenly, the light disappeared, followed by an overwhelming sense of rushing. Wind pushed my hair backwards as I awkwardly opened my eyes. Sparkles danced in my vision as I watched in amazement.
We were travelling forward, far faster than any speed I could possibly dream of. The wind whipped my hair and face as my eyes started to water. Lae seemed to suffer a similar fate, and despite it all, still looked incredibly annoyed.
Suddenly, without warning, the rush stopped and we were pitched forward. I landed on my face at the same moment I heard a large thump and a muffled curse.
"Temper temper Lae," I snorted, getting to my feet, rubbing various sore spots. It was then I noticed the cause of this.
It was a Faerie, but an unusual one. Instead of the regular attire most Faeries donned, she was wearing robes of a dark gold colour, with a brighter gold braiding. The robe hung low on her ankles and pooled around her slight hands. Her hair was the colour of the desert; a mysterious blonde and her eyes sparkled like an oasis. Her features were pale but not unnaturally so.
"What on earth are you doing?" Lae said, angrily marching over towards her. "You basically kidnapped us!"
"You were attempting to steal from me." The Faerie said simply, flicking her blonde locks back over her shoulders. "I have been watching you since you entered," She added as Lae opened her mouth. She promptly closed it with a furious glare.
"Well, we won't steal." I said. "Though we are thieves." I added as an afterthought.
"Why?" The Faerie asked curiously, fixing me with an impenetrable stare.
"Everyone has to make a living," I shrugged. The Faerie seemed amused but refrained from commenting. There was a silence, uncomfortable and heavy. "So who are you?" I asked finally.
"The Faerie of the Desert." She replied. "I guard the Jewel, but not for much longer."
"The jewel?" Lae said, finally finding her voice. "So what is it? Emerald? Diamond?"
"Not exactly." The Faerie smiled. "I will show you it." And for the second time in a few minutes, I felt the horrible blast of wind.
***
"So where is it?" I asked, gazing round the room. We were in a large room, full of exotic chairs and tables. The walls were bare but still carried magnificence in them. In the middle of the room was a large podium with a spell book held aloft by some chant. It floated about a metre and a half off the ground nonchalantly. If I wasn't so curious, I would have laughed.
The Faerie smiled at my question and seemed to close her eyes. A shape took form in front of us, growing larger and fluffier. It barked sharply and I jumped. The Faerie laughed and thrust her hand through the shape. We both jumped as her hand passed straight through it.
"Hologram." I said quickly. "Of course!"
The Faerie nodded silently, a slight smile on her face. "This is Jeronik," She said. "And he is the jewel."
There was a silence as the fluff ball, which I had now identified as a yellow Gelert panted. His fur was the same colour as the Faerie's but his eyes were a deep emerald green. He didn't seem to be able to sit still either, always moving from one spot to the other. It reminded me of a child who had got its hands on the sugar jar. The silence grew more awkward.
"You're joking." Lae cut in suddenly.
The Faerie looked at her and shook her head. "The Jewel will be stolen soon. If fallen into the wrong hands, it can bring an end to all Neopia." She said, shaking her head sadly. "I placed the jewel in the heart of Jeronik in the hope he shall protect it, despite his ignorance of youth. He does not know of his legacy, and I shall not allow you to tell him."
"So . what?" I asked, shrugging at Lae. "The jewel's in the Gelert, and we need it."
"I cannot allow you to hand Jeronik over." The Faerie replied and I could see anger flash in her eyes. "However," She continued in a calmer tone, although in her eyes anger still receded. "I can see that your hearts are pure, if your life is not."
"Hey!" Lae said indignantly. "Everyone has to make a living somehow."
The Faerie ignored her. "I can see the jewel will be safe in your care, for, despite your rough exterior, lays a heart pure." She looked at me, but her eyes delved deeper than my face. "Especially you." She said.
Her gaze, however, didn't leave my face. I guess she needed to look past my exterior - my face and hands were black with grime and dirt, and my hair was in need of a wash. I could feel her gaze penetrate my soul, the very essence that made me me.
"You're not going to give us the jewel, right?" I asked timidly, watching the hologram of the Gelert. He has now started chasing his tail.
"I am giving you Jeronik. I know, despite your rough pretence, you would not hand over the jewel." She said. The hologram suddenly disappeared with a flash, leaving an empty space where it had been. "I ask of you only one thing," She continued smoothly. "Please do not tell Jeronik of his legacy, it is a heavy fate of any pet, and Jeronik is young."
I looked at Lae. "We won't." I replied eventually.
"Thank you," She said. "I believe in you." She looked at the door, "I will take you to Jeronik."
To be continued
Neomails will be loved and worshipped. Pwease?
