Right now it's cute and kinda perky, but as it goes on it'll change. And
the new plot has given me a few good ideas. It's too bad I can't see
Selena belly dancing as easily as my other OCs...
Chapter two
The Acara bent low in front of her mistress.
"They were insulting you, Mistress, claiming to be of your noble race."
The Dark Faerie strode to the other side of the purple-cloud room, laying a hand on a globe and spinning it thoughtfully. The stupid demon cat took offense to her son's noble birth, and his daughter's thereafter, but Juhdora did not. In fact, Juhdora saw it as an advantage in taking over Neopia in the past.
Now she had a better idea.
"Go to Meridell, my lovely servant. Tell King Skarl of this...Orb of Darigan's!"
"Yes, my lady."
And with that, she was off, beating her wings as all of Darigan, and Lord Darigan and his daughter Selena, with it, began to party.
That night was the Celebration of the Orb and Selena looked lovely in her blue robe, dazzling the adults and the girls, revolting the boys. She was a little revolted herself. Who would want to wear a dress, anyway?
She paced back and forth across the smoky fairground, listening to the sounds of drunken laughter from the grown-ups and innocent laughter from the children. She searched through the crowd and found a knot of kids about her age who looked like they might want to talk.
She bent low into the ground, dragging her dress through the wet, dewy grass...careful on the approach...
"Hi!" Selena said, smiling brightly at the Aisha, Zafara, and Lupe. "I'm Selena. Who are you?"
The Aisha smiled, "Your Lady Darigan, right? I'm Ana, this is Nemen and Remus."
She pointed at the Zafara first, Lupe second. Selena couldn't imagine how a red Zafara got a name like "Nemen".
Selena giggled on the thought of someone naming that jackrabbit after the great lion that roared inside the stars. She blushed when she realized the other girls and the male Lupe were staring at her.
"So who's that?" Selena asked, pointing across the field at a strange looking white Acara with black wings.
"She calls herself 'Vira'," the Aisha explaned. "From a far-off kingdom, she says."
Selena cocked her head, "You mean you don't know?"
The Aisha shook her head. "No. Never seen her before."
Meanwhile, years in the future, a brother and sister---descendents of Reumus and Ana to be exact---were playing a game of tag. The Aisha girl--- Lisha---was it. They were playing near the ruins of an ancient city that had been destroyed so many years ago.
The Lupe, called Jeran, snickered as he snuck away from his sister. Lisha would never find him in that hole in the tree! Giggling and laughing his blue little heart's content, he jumped inside the hole and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
When Lisha didn't return, Jeran stepped out of the hole and into a castle straight out of his dreams. It had white marble floors and tapestries hanging everywhere, even though he only seemed to be in an attic.
When Jeran walked to the window in a daze, he saw what looked like medieval Neopia stretching out beneath him. Gone were the giant cities with tall spires spitting smoke into the sky. Gone were the busy streets bustling with cars. They had vanished to be replaced by farmland and wild forests as far as the eye could see.
Jeran stumbled backward, a hazy fog creeping into his mind. He was so startled by what he saw that his mind had begun to shut down, to block him from it. When the Draik guards found him, Jeran was in a fetal position, staring at everything.
And nothing.
His eyes had gone blank, he had gone very quiet. If he hadn't been breathing they might have thought he was dead, so they took pity on the Lupe puppy and took him to the king, a Skeith named "Skarl".
While this was going on, Selena seemed to have made a new friend in Vira. The white Acara claimed to be related to the Dark Faeries, much like Selena, and so the two hit it off quickly. Selena didn't even think twice in Vira began to inquire of the Orb.
"I would like to see it, just once," Vira moaned hopefully. "Something that brings so much peace and prosperity--! You must feel very special to be its future guardian, my lady Selena of the Moon!"
Selena giggled. "I am hardly its future guardian. The Orb needs no protection. Who would steal it way up high in that citadel when they could simply MOVE to Darigan?"
Vira chuckled, "Who indeed?"
The white cat seemed to think for a moment and then something optimistic filled her eyes, but not before something dark flashed.
Selena brushed whatever it was aside very nervously.
"So you're saying the Orb is unprotected? Can I see where it is?"
Yes, it must have been nothing. Just Selena's overactive imagination playing tricks on her, as Ornan always said when she insisted some bat- thingy was peeking its lamplike yellow eyes from her closet to watch her sleep inside her nest.
.Selena liked Bat-Thingy, though. It reminded her of Daddy.
"Sure, I can take you," Selena smiled. Whatever she saw, or thought she saw, most certainly hadn't been there.
When the two young girls reached the citadel, Vira most definitely in awe.
"Lovely," she breathed. "Very lovely!"
"Isn't it, though?" Selena beamed, rising onto her hind legs. "Daddy told me the story about where we think it came from, want me to tell you?"
Vira was starting to tire of this stupid Eyrie-child.
"No, Lady Selena. I must be going. Thank you for showing me the Orb, little girl."
As Vira left, Selena rubbed the back of her neck with her paw. Vira couldn't have been any older than she! Little girl? What did she mean by that?
The next day, Jeran awakened in front of a massive, fat person, knowing only his name and that he had known an Aisha named "Lisha", and that no force on Neopia could make him forget that name.
His small body trembled and shook like a leaf. The poor puppy was scared to death. He wasn't quite sure who he was, but he knew his name and the name of another. He wasn't quite sure where he was, but had a vague recollection of how he had gotten there. He knew that this place wasn't quite like home, but he wasn't quite sure where home was or how it was different.
All in all, Jeran was just incredibly confused.
The fat king laughed as he saw Jeran.
"He somehow managed to sneak into my castle? How?" he demanded, chuckling.
"Don't know sir, and from the looks of him, he don't rightly remember either, sire," answered the Draik guard.
This guard was a country boy of poor upbringing who knew little of court affairs. It showed in what he said next.
"If I may, sir, since you have no children of yer own and he's a fine, strong lad, taking him in?"
King Skarl blinked. He had never found a wife and if he went on womanless, he would die heirless. And the boy was smart, strong, and clever to make his way into the castle all alone. In fact, why not? If he didn't have a home, that is...
"Tell me your name, boy," King Skarl commanded.
"It's Jeran, sir."
The Lupe puppy's lower lip trembled. He was so scared. He had no home to go home to, and didn't know what being taken in by a king would mean. He was old enough to guess, but to young to know for sure.
"And where is your home?"
Jeran clutched his knees, almost drawing blood from the soft, fur-lined flesh. His face contorted in agony and a crystal tear leaked from his cheek.
"I don't know, sir."
King Skarl guffawed again. "It's settled then! The boy stays with us!"
Jeran shivered and trembled inside his blankets. The bed was far too big, the marble tiles were too cold, and this Lisha wasn't there for him to say good night to. The guards paced all night, but no one spoke to him. Already they began treating him like royalty, standing when he walked into a room and bowing when he left, and it hadn't even been a full day yet!
His tiny heat pounded in his tiny chest. He cried into his pillow but no one heard, or if they did they didn't come. loneliness flooded his heart.
There might have been one person he could talk to, the king. The king had already decided that he was going to be Jeran's father, so perhaps he would comfort the boy if he asked.
Jeran shivered when his small paws hit the tiles, even as he walked. He paced his way down the long halls until he heard the king talking and the Lupe near the doorway, observing, but making sure to be unnoticed.
"Yes...yes...I am terrific, aren't I? And I deserve so much more! Why have a kingdom that fades in winter when it could be spring year round!"
The king seemed to be talking to someone, except Jeran couldn't see who. The big blue Skeith DID seem to be looking into a mirror, and that was all.
As Jeran left his new "father's" doorway, he didn't say anything since he was so new to the castle.
Chapter two
The Acara bent low in front of her mistress.
"They were insulting you, Mistress, claiming to be of your noble race."
The Dark Faerie strode to the other side of the purple-cloud room, laying a hand on a globe and spinning it thoughtfully. The stupid demon cat took offense to her son's noble birth, and his daughter's thereafter, but Juhdora did not. In fact, Juhdora saw it as an advantage in taking over Neopia in the past.
Now she had a better idea.
"Go to Meridell, my lovely servant. Tell King Skarl of this...Orb of Darigan's!"
"Yes, my lady."
And with that, she was off, beating her wings as all of Darigan, and Lord Darigan and his daughter Selena, with it, began to party.
That night was the Celebration of the Orb and Selena looked lovely in her blue robe, dazzling the adults and the girls, revolting the boys. She was a little revolted herself. Who would want to wear a dress, anyway?
She paced back and forth across the smoky fairground, listening to the sounds of drunken laughter from the grown-ups and innocent laughter from the children. She searched through the crowd and found a knot of kids about her age who looked like they might want to talk.
She bent low into the ground, dragging her dress through the wet, dewy grass...careful on the approach...
"Hi!" Selena said, smiling brightly at the Aisha, Zafara, and Lupe. "I'm Selena. Who are you?"
The Aisha smiled, "Your Lady Darigan, right? I'm Ana, this is Nemen and Remus."
She pointed at the Zafara first, Lupe second. Selena couldn't imagine how a red Zafara got a name like "Nemen".
Selena giggled on the thought of someone naming that jackrabbit after the great lion that roared inside the stars. She blushed when she realized the other girls and the male Lupe were staring at her.
"So who's that?" Selena asked, pointing across the field at a strange looking white Acara with black wings.
"She calls herself 'Vira'," the Aisha explaned. "From a far-off kingdom, she says."
Selena cocked her head, "You mean you don't know?"
The Aisha shook her head. "No. Never seen her before."
Meanwhile, years in the future, a brother and sister---descendents of Reumus and Ana to be exact---were playing a game of tag. The Aisha girl--- Lisha---was it. They were playing near the ruins of an ancient city that had been destroyed so many years ago.
The Lupe, called Jeran, snickered as he snuck away from his sister. Lisha would never find him in that hole in the tree! Giggling and laughing his blue little heart's content, he jumped inside the hole and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
When Lisha didn't return, Jeran stepped out of the hole and into a castle straight out of his dreams. It had white marble floors and tapestries hanging everywhere, even though he only seemed to be in an attic.
When Jeran walked to the window in a daze, he saw what looked like medieval Neopia stretching out beneath him. Gone were the giant cities with tall spires spitting smoke into the sky. Gone were the busy streets bustling with cars. They had vanished to be replaced by farmland and wild forests as far as the eye could see.
Jeran stumbled backward, a hazy fog creeping into his mind. He was so startled by what he saw that his mind had begun to shut down, to block him from it. When the Draik guards found him, Jeran was in a fetal position, staring at everything.
And nothing.
His eyes had gone blank, he had gone very quiet. If he hadn't been breathing they might have thought he was dead, so they took pity on the Lupe puppy and took him to the king, a Skeith named "Skarl".
While this was going on, Selena seemed to have made a new friend in Vira. The white Acara claimed to be related to the Dark Faeries, much like Selena, and so the two hit it off quickly. Selena didn't even think twice in Vira began to inquire of the Orb.
"I would like to see it, just once," Vira moaned hopefully. "Something that brings so much peace and prosperity--! You must feel very special to be its future guardian, my lady Selena of the Moon!"
Selena giggled. "I am hardly its future guardian. The Orb needs no protection. Who would steal it way up high in that citadel when they could simply MOVE to Darigan?"
Vira chuckled, "Who indeed?"
The white cat seemed to think for a moment and then something optimistic filled her eyes, but not before something dark flashed.
Selena brushed whatever it was aside very nervously.
"So you're saying the Orb is unprotected? Can I see where it is?"
Yes, it must have been nothing. Just Selena's overactive imagination playing tricks on her, as Ornan always said when she insisted some bat- thingy was peeking its lamplike yellow eyes from her closet to watch her sleep inside her nest.
.Selena liked Bat-Thingy, though. It reminded her of Daddy.
"Sure, I can take you," Selena smiled. Whatever she saw, or thought she saw, most certainly hadn't been there.
When the two young girls reached the citadel, Vira most definitely in awe.
"Lovely," she breathed. "Very lovely!"
"Isn't it, though?" Selena beamed, rising onto her hind legs. "Daddy told me the story about where we think it came from, want me to tell you?"
Vira was starting to tire of this stupid Eyrie-child.
"No, Lady Selena. I must be going. Thank you for showing me the Orb, little girl."
As Vira left, Selena rubbed the back of her neck with her paw. Vira couldn't have been any older than she! Little girl? What did she mean by that?
The next day, Jeran awakened in front of a massive, fat person, knowing only his name and that he had known an Aisha named "Lisha", and that no force on Neopia could make him forget that name.
His small body trembled and shook like a leaf. The poor puppy was scared to death. He wasn't quite sure who he was, but he knew his name and the name of another. He wasn't quite sure where he was, but had a vague recollection of how he had gotten there. He knew that this place wasn't quite like home, but he wasn't quite sure where home was or how it was different.
All in all, Jeran was just incredibly confused.
The fat king laughed as he saw Jeran.
"He somehow managed to sneak into my castle? How?" he demanded, chuckling.
"Don't know sir, and from the looks of him, he don't rightly remember either, sire," answered the Draik guard.
This guard was a country boy of poor upbringing who knew little of court affairs. It showed in what he said next.
"If I may, sir, since you have no children of yer own and he's a fine, strong lad, taking him in?"
King Skarl blinked. He had never found a wife and if he went on womanless, he would die heirless. And the boy was smart, strong, and clever to make his way into the castle all alone. In fact, why not? If he didn't have a home, that is...
"Tell me your name, boy," King Skarl commanded.
"It's Jeran, sir."
The Lupe puppy's lower lip trembled. He was so scared. He had no home to go home to, and didn't know what being taken in by a king would mean. He was old enough to guess, but to young to know for sure.
"And where is your home?"
Jeran clutched his knees, almost drawing blood from the soft, fur-lined flesh. His face contorted in agony and a crystal tear leaked from his cheek.
"I don't know, sir."
King Skarl guffawed again. "It's settled then! The boy stays with us!"
Jeran shivered and trembled inside his blankets. The bed was far too big, the marble tiles were too cold, and this Lisha wasn't there for him to say good night to. The guards paced all night, but no one spoke to him. Already they began treating him like royalty, standing when he walked into a room and bowing when he left, and it hadn't even been a full day yet!
His tiny heat pounded in his tiny chest. He cried into his pillow but no one heard, or if they did they didn't come. loneliness flooded his heart.
There might have been one person he could talk to, the king. The king had already decided that he was going to be Jeran's father, so perhaps he would comfort the boy if he asked.
Jeran shivered when his small paws hit the tiles, even as he walked. He paced his way down the long halls until he heard the king talking and the Lupe near the doorway, observing, but making sure to be unnoticed.
"Yes...yes...I am terrific, aren't I? And I deserve so much more! Why have a kingdom that fades in winter when it could be spring year round!"
The king seemed to be talking to someone, except Jeran couldn't see who. The big blue Skeith DID seem to be looking into a mirror, and that was all.
As Jeran left his new "father's" doorway, he didn't say anything since he was so new to the castle.