*Prologue*
Fyora watched over her shop. Rare and magical artifacts were on the shelves, waiting to be bought. Each one costed quite a sum of money...money that probably no Neopian could afford! No one had bought anything for weeks. She sighed and looked out of the window. Faerie pets were flying after each other, not even knowing the tower existed. She turned away and straightened her crown. The laughter from outside ceased, and quiet gasps took their place. Fyora spun around, and saw a shadow approach the castle. "Oh no..." She gasped quietly. Please, turn around, she thought. The shadow got closer to the tower. Fyora backed up against the wall. Fyora's eyes grew wide. She took out her Sceptre of Banishing. "Shadow creatures you bestbeware, challenge the light, if you dare!" She shouted. It was an ancient spell used by the past Queens of Faerieland, centuries ago. Without hesitating, Fyora waved the sceptre in front of herself. But the shadow proceeded. Light shone brightly from the staff that Fyora clutched in her hand. She held it out, her hand quivering. A loud cackle burst from the shadow, causing the sceptre to burst. Fyora gasped. Then, all the faerie pets heard from outside was glass shattering and an ear-piercing scream.
Fyora watched over her shop. Rare and magical artifacts were on the shelves, waiting to be bought. Each one costed quite a sum of money...money that probably no Neopian could afford! No one had bought anything for weeks. She sighed and looked out of the window. Faerie pets were flying after each other, not even knowing the tower existed. She turned away and straightened her crown. The laughter from outside ceased, and quiet gasps took their place. Fyora spun around, and saw a shadow approach the castle. "Oh no..." She gasped quietly. Please, turn around, she thought. The shadow got closer to the tower. Fyora backed up against the wall. Fyora's eyes grew wide. She took out her Sceptre of Banishing. "Shadow creatures you bestbeware, challenge the light, if you dare!" She shouted. It was an ancient spell used by the past Queens of Faerieland, centuries ago. Without hesitating, Fyora waved the sceptre in front of herself. But the shadow proceeded. Light shone brightly from the staff that Fyora clutched in her hand. She held it out, her hand quivering. A loud cackle burst from the shadow, causing the sceptre to burst. Fyora gasped. Then, all the faerie pets heard from outside was glass shattering and an ear-piercing scream.