The Circlet of the Air Faerie
One crisp autumn afternoon, Angora, a black shoyru moped around the rank smelling prison-chamber that she was held captive in on Krawk Island. She wanted so much to be strong again and have wings, so she could fly out of this horrid place. Just a few years ago, she was accused of stealing the Coltzan's gem, then afterward had her wings clipped for her punishment.
The evil krawk that had captured her made his way down the creaking stairs, carrying a bucket of fresh snorkle cheese. Angora almost gagged at the sight of a petpet rolled into cheese.
"Arrrr," the old krawk said as he made it to Angora's cage. "It's time for lunch!"
He forced the bucket through a narrow space between two bars. The bucket just fitted.
"Eat up!" the krawk screamed in Angora's ear. "For it'll be weeks until your next and last meal!"
With that, Angora felt uneasy. The old man laughed, almost choking, for he spent half his life working in the coal mines, making him catch the deadly neopian disease of black lung.
When the krawk finally went back upstairs, Angora wiped the spit off her face and crouched down in the old bone chair, crying.
"Why did it have to be me?" Angora asked herself. "Why couldn't my bratty sister, Lynora, take the blame?"
She dug her face in her hands, sobbing really hard this time, her eyes were bloodshot.
She plopped down on the rickety old dung bed next to the chair and closed her eyes.
The next morning when she awoke, there was a pale figure on the side of her smelly old bed, smiling at Angora.
"Hello there, little one," the young woman said. "Don't be afraid. I am here to save you."
At the sound of those words, Angora sat upright, staring at the woman.
"Are you an air faerie?" Angora asked.
"Yes," the woman said, blowing at Angora's face until her cheeks were clean once again. "I am here on a quest. I'm a messenger for Queen Fyora."
Angora gasped. She never saw a faerie before. She looked behind the young woman and no doubt there were two twiddling wings. "Come, my child," the faerie said in a soothing voice. "I shall take you to the queen of all faeries." Angora grabbed the faerie's withdrawn hand and then she found herself in the air, soaring on the faerie's back.
One crisp autumn afternoon, Angora, a black shoyru moped around the rank smelling prison-chamber that she was held captive in on Krawk Island. She wanted so much to be strong again and have wings, so she could fly out of this horrid place. Just a few years ago, she was accused of stealing the Coltzan's gem, then afterward had her wings clipped for her punishment.
The evil krawk that had captured her made his way down the creaking stairs, carrying a bucket of fresh snorkle cheese. Angora almost gagged at the sight of a petpet rolled into cheese.
"Arrrr," the old krawk said as he made it to Angora's cage. "It's time for lunch!"
He forced the bucket through a narrow space between two bars. The bucket just fitted.
"Eat up!" the krawk screamed in Angora's ear. "For it'll be weeks until your next and last meal!"
With that, Angora felt uneasy. The old man laughed, almost choking, for he spent half his life working in the coal mines, making him catch the deadly neopian disease of black lung.
When the krawk finally went back upstairs, Angora wiped the spit off her face and crouched down in the old bone chair, crying.
"Why did it have to be me?" Angora asked herself. "Why couldn't my bratty sister, Lynora, take the blame?"
She dug her face in her hands, sobbing really hard this time, her eyes were bloodshot.
She plopped down on the rickety old dung bed next to the chair and closed her eyes.
The next morning when she awoke, there was a pale figure on the side of her smelly old bed, smiling at Angora.
"Hello there, little one," the young woman said. "Don't be afraid. I am here to save you."
At the sound of those words, Angora sat upright, staring at the woman.
"Are you an air faerie?" Angora asked.
"Yes," the woman said, blowing at Angora's face until her cheeks were clean once again. "I am here on a quest. I'm a messenger for Queen Fyora."
Angora gasped. She never saw a faerie before. She looked behind the young woman and no doubt there were two twiddling wings. "Come, my child," the faerie said in a soothing voice. "I shall take you to the queen of all faeries." Angora grabbed the faerie's withdrawn hand and then she found herself in the air, soaring on the faerie's back.