Prolouge
Well, now I’m just a waiting on the Neopian Times Editor’s responce to my story, sooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Here’s the prolouge!:
The date is May 23, Y15. There are two faeries on a ledge above Moltara. And a quest to save Neopia. Or so they thought.
“Ooh,” groaned a fire faerie, “We’re gonna die!”
“Don’t be a scaredey Cad,” exclaimed the earth faerie next to her. The two of them inched their way across the ledge, glancing down occasionally. It was only a one story fall, but there were quite a few things to hit on the way down.
“But we’re gonna fall!”
“For goodness sake Jessa, you can fly!”
“But Illisiy, we could hit a ledge and break our wings, and, and-” Jessalia seemed to be hyperventilating, nervously fluttering her hands.
Illisiy put a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “You will be fine,” she said, staring deeply into her eyes.
“But-”
“Look,” the earth faerie said, “I absolutely promise nothing bad will happen to us, as long as-”
“Hey, there it is, up ahead,” the two of them heard a voice shout from below them. They instantly froze, and looked down.
Standing below the ledge were two pets, silhouetted by the lava that flowed nearby. Jessalia could not distinguish colour or species, though the larger one had a bushy tail and looked like his hair was missing a hat. He was pointing towards two large doors made out of white marble. The other was smaller and had her nose in a rather large book, peering over it with great interest.
Jessalia’s breath stopped in her throat as soon as she saw them. No, she thought, they can’t be here. It doesn’t make any sense according to the prophecy.
All according to plan, thought the earth faerie to herself, we just have to hope that he doesn’t do anything wrong.
The smaller one looked up at the large marble door that loomed over her. “This is the place!” she announced to her partner. “Now, the tome says something about a warp of some sort-I’m guessing that when we come out we will be in a very different location.”
“Hey, as long as I’m nowhere near your mother, we should be good,” he laughed, a joke upon his face.
“Oh you be quiet,” she muttered, “Your in-laws are perfectly good people.”
Jessalia’s eyes grew to the size of neggs. Uh-oh, she thought, what if-
Illisiy glanced over at her, and a grin overcame her face. “I could not have asked for a better enemy,” she said happily, “a faerie that’s afraid of heights! The queen will be pleased to hear of this.”
Jessalia’s eyes got even bigger, “You’re an agent for the queen,” she whispered.
Illisiy laughed, “Oh, how they believed my story! The lonely, little lost earth faerie in need of help! Hah!”
Jessalia’s eyes narrowed. “I won’t let you out of here alive,” she told the faerie who she had believed was her friend.
“Wait,” asked the larger one below them, and he put his hand up for the shorter one to stop talking. “I hear something.”
All four of them went silent.
Finally, the smaller of the two pets spoke. “Really? How immature,” she remarked, and went right into working on the lock. Jessalia gasped; they had the key.
“I was certain,” muttered the larger one to himself, “that I heard an argument going on somewhere.”
“Are you trying to start one?”
Then the lock clicked. It happened so fast that Jessalia always claimed afterwards that she hardly remembered anything it was so fast. Illisiy took off into the air, soaring quickly away from the rest of them, and the two pets stepped through the door into a light. Not a quiet glow, but a blinding force that made all present blink furiously.
And then Jessalia was alone.
It was not as we thought. We have to find the huntress before she does, and Jessalia fluttered away, shaking her head quietly, who could have predicted this.
12 Years later…
Well, it’s not really part of the story, but it gives a little background info.
-Bliz
FiNiShEd!
ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG! I’m finaly done! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
That last part was imposible to write, but it is DONE! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Go read the rest, especialy part 8, which I <3! Greatest ending EVAR!
Now I gotta revise. Oh dearie me.
Major Art update!
11! 11! 11!1!!!1!!1111!!!11!!!1111!111!!!111!!!!!!!!!!!11111111!!!
11 drawings! Whew! And they’re all scanned in!
Unfortionetly, I can’t post all of them yet, since a few contain spoilers. :.( Oh well, I’ll post what I can.
-Meghan
OMG I has prophecy!
OMGOMGOMG
I wrote the prophecy! Squeebles! After all that work (which, er, wasn’t all too much) I have the prophecy written! It gets mentioned A LOT in the second half.
Twelve destinies
Intertwined by the thread of life
None of which anticipate
The past
The future
Only the present
Left by ancestors
And inclined to disbelieve
A great power
Rises
At the set of the sun
And the Fyr begins
The great power’s ally
Is an enemy
To all but the huntress
The huntress is lead by her master
A great power
With a love for the ground
Upon which it stands
The child does not know itself
It is frightened and alone
Its death will be missed by none
Family nor friends
Killed by the huntress
The child’s death forms the future
The month is over
They shall collide
The month’s end
And the Fyr
Intense, no? It’s really only for reference, and no, MAY DOES NOT DIE. AND I’M NOT MAKING MOHT DIE EITHER. OR CLARA. OR ROXTON. OR GAVIELLA. OR KERLIE. OR LILLIAN. OR JORDIE. OR EVRE. OR JESSALIA. So, get creative 
So, also, I have a posible prolouge. It’s…interesting. And important. But I have two, and I don’t even think I’ll likely be able to fit them in. IDK. Maybe I’ll post them later.
And *sighs in anoyance* no, Mary, I cannot have a romance, or “love interest” The Neopian Times has its rules.
Whew. Glad those projects are over. Now we gotta do science. Oh god.
-Meghan
Part Four and illistrations
I know it’s been a hugely long time since I’ve posted anything, but I’ve been super busy. Finaly, I got the first part of part four finished which is now posted.
Alright, since I guess it was not exactly evident that what I was going to do with my story, I guess I’m supposed to tell you that I’m submitting it to the Neopian Times, the neopets newspaper. Link: http://www.neopets.com/ntimes/
And, last on my agenda: Illistrations! It seems, that in my story, I can put illistrations! XD Perfect, right? I was thinking one or two per part; I don’t want too many. At the bottom of each part, I will now put the illistration for that part.
Well, I guess that people haven’t read for a while (despite my whopper 21 veiws on saturday), so I must say that I am very sorry for not working as much on it.
-Meghan
Concept Art
Holly slorgs, I just spent an hour and a half coloring one of my pictures! *whistles* must be a world record. It’s the new pic of May, the one that looks all cartoony. I’m thinking thumbnail. I also now have pics of Moht, Gaviella and Kerlie. I must say that I was starting to have a huge pile of drawings on my desk. Anyways, I’m working on part six/four, depending on how you look at things.
Well…uh maybe I should go do the ss now. and the latin. and the science. oh slorg.
-Meghan
Pet Spotlight!!
This will only be posted for a while. It is for a competition, and I was hit with a stroke of idea. The game, Cheat! is an actual game which is a lot like Fish, I doubt it, and baloney sandwich, except very different. This is my pet, Del, featured to your right -> I just had a rather weird spark of inspiration. Please, grammar? Spelling? Way to weird to be submitted? Just tell me! Also, along with this, I will have a peice of artwork to accompany it. I will only have this up for a few days.
“Participant number 507!” one of the judges, a red jetsam, says.
And nothing happens.
Everyone looks around the room, and, seeing no one, they begin to talk quietly.
“Oh, wait! I think I’m 507, but I don’t know,” says a starry Uni. “Oh, yup, that’s me,” and she walks up on stage, fumbling with some notes.
“Er, well hi there, I’m Delideria. I like being called Del, because Delideria sounds like deli,” she shudders, “and I’m a vegetarian. I think it’s disgusting that people and pets eat petpets, petpetpets, and even other pets! I mean, ew! I have two siblings, and three cousins, one of which is my best friend. Anyways, I have an older brother who’s a ghost pteri named Cyclopse, but we call him Cy, and then there’s Ash, my little sister who’s a red ixi, and we just call her Ash, because that’s a way cooler name then Delideria. She wants to be painted snow or fire if she can’t get into the magma pool (she has been, like, begging for weeks). We all get along pretty well, though Cy’s kind of nerdy and Ash can be quite stuck up at times, but we do get along. Sort of. Unless, of course, Blizard brings home a book. Then it’s war.
“Okay then, so I’m supposed to tell you about myself. Um, let us see here,” she flips through some notes and sighs. “I had all of this cool stuff written down about how I like to collect rocks, but I don’t collect rocks. I don’t really collect anything, actually. I also wanted to talk about how I like to surf, but I really don’t know how to surf, although it looks cool. I honestly don’t have anything interesting about my life. I really can’t lie to you about this one. I can’t lie at all, actually. Yes, I am the champion at Cheat! but I can’t actually cheat. My secret? Oh, I don’t have a secret or anything, I’m just a really bad liar,” she pauses for a second. “Well, I guess I do have a few tricks.
“Okay, so at the start of each game, and of every turn where I can choose the card, I try to get rid of all of the even cards. That way, I won’t have to lie in the long run, because I’ll always have something to play. After that, I just play and play. Er, well yes,” she says, “I do actually have a few tricks in how to pick up lies. Usually, I can tell if someone’s lying because they start laughing, say it in Spanish (e.g. uno queeno), start biting their nails or twirling their fur, take out a snack, so no one can see their expression, or glance around nervously.
“Sometimes, I know that they’re lying, but I don’t say anything. If, say, someone says they have four aces and I have two aces, I might not say anything, especially if that person isn’t right before me. I guess you’re asking why, right? Well, since I have those two aces, I just let the next person continue, because if I shout “Cheat!” then the next person could easily play a seven, and if I don’t have anything near a seven, then that would be really really bad, since I told you that I can’t lie. I start smiling whenever I even try, and I’m not quite sure why.”
“Yes, well, I know you didn’t ask, but I also try to create arguments in the middle of the game. I try to make it seem like one person always cheats, no matter what, just as an example, and then have two people get into and argument on if that’s true or not. And then there was the time I played against Chuffer Bob,” she chuckles a little bit, “I brought snacks. Naturally, there was a humungo dispute over who got the last neocracker. No one really paid attention to playing the actual game, and in the heat of the argument, I just said I put down one jack, and muttered “and everything else” and they went right on arguing, and I won! That was probably one of my funniest games ever.”
“Also, if I do lie, and sometimes I really have to, I try to just slip under the radar. Usually, if I’m playing against pets I don’t know, I try to wear boring clothes, since I don’t know how they lie yet. Sometimes I’ll wear a crazy hat or shirt if I know it’ll really bother-”
“This is a horrible strategy!” shouts one of the judges, the red Jetsam from earlier, throwing down his critique sheet and rising from his chair, as well as a Jetsam could do. “This is a horrible strategy because I am a Cheat! player! I am Spectre, the king of Cheat! If you think you’re so good at Cheat! try playing me!” he shouts as loud as he possibly can, which is quite loud, considering that Cheat! has an exclamation mark in it’s name.
“But, sir, I already played you once,” Del says, “remember? The time with the kid we were playing who had the spray-gun and got all of the cards wet and we couldn’t tell what we had?”
“Yes, so it was a draw. A tie, if you must,” he says defiantly, but a certain Uni knows that he’s lying.
“Oh? So even though I had two cards and you had twenty four, it was a tie?” she asks him skeptically.
“That isn’t true!” he exclaims, but now everybody knows that he’s lying. After all, Delideria can not lie, she has said it herself.
“I demand a rematch!” he announces.
“Well, okay, but if I win, can I also win the Pet Spotlight?”
Spectre sighs, “Sure, but I will win no matter what!”
“Okay, so we need another player. Any volunteers?” Del asks, scanning the crowd. A baby Gelert raises his hand, and quickly totters up to the stage. “Ba ba,” he drools.
“We can’t play against him!” shouts Spectre.
“Well, he’s the only volunteer and he’s kinda cute,” says Del, and she lifts him up onto the stage and takes out a deck of cards. “And besides, he certainly won’t win.”
The three of them sit down on the stage and begin playing. The crowd expects a very intense battle of wits. It could be quite interesting, but Spectre always yells “Cheat!” whenever it’s Del’s turn, and now has 37 cards. But both of them fail to notice that a certain baby gelert has already won.
“Goo,” he says, “Ga gi gi.” The two of them look at each other, and look back at him.
Spectre grumbles too himself, and Del looks at the Gelert in astonishment. “Well, I guess it’s a tie then.”
“A TIE!?” roars the Jetsam, “I won by far more!”
“Really, you must have had quite the math grade back at neoschool.” Del snickers.
“Argh!” he shouts, “I lost to a baby!”
“On the contrary,” says the gelert, donning a monocle, “And I suspect that this means that I have won the competition, have I not?”
Part five (er, 3.5), and other updates
Okey-dokie artochokie
So, I finaly finished part five! Wooooo! But, *gasps* I have a problem: you see, if I am to submit it to the Neopian times, and you know that I must, it has to be shorter then twelve parts! OMG WHAT IS I GONNA DO?! It looks like I’ll have to combine parts two and three and also combine parts four and five… well, I’m changing the page names now to read things like 2.5 and such.
Also, having been hit with a stroke of an idea, I decided to write a pet spotlight! I will have art posted soon.
That’s all for now…If I could get my dad to help me scan this concept art that would be great *grumbles*
-Meghan (heck, do I need a nom de plume???)
Part five
Note: I am going to merge this with part four ASAP, so this page wont be here long… For now, enjoy!
The rowboat was tiny, and I didn’t see how Lillian was planning to fit seven people in it. Not at all. But, it didn’t look like I would exactly have forever to inspect it and search for a hiding space, so I jumped in, hiding myself underneath a sleeping bag. Just at the same time, quite a few people, including Clara and Roxton, came out of the galley, and approached my hiding spot.
And then I realized my true point of failure: the little rowboat would have to be dropped two stories into the water with me inside. I would have to figure this out-and I was not getting out of this boat-while Clara and Roxton had yet another pointless argument.
“We should travel light, so that we don’t waste any unnecessary supplies,” said Clara, “After all, it really is only going to be an hour.”
“Not a chance,” responded Roxton, “we bring as much gear as we can. We don’t know if we might get stuck there, so we need to bring some extra food at least, which we can leave in the boat-”
“And the only reason we would get stuck on the island would be that we could not get to the rowboat, or the rowboat would have been destroyed,” stated Clara, rather defiantly, as if certain she had won the argument.
He was silent for a moment. “Light it is. So we don’t need all of this extra gear,” and yanked up the sleeping bag which I was hiding under.
“Um, hi?” I said, a teensy bit worried. Clara sighed, “Look May, as much as we want to bring you along, it would be dangerous to all of us. I promise that next time you can come, okay?”
“Fine.” I said, a little put out, but I tried not to show it that much.
She patted my shoulder and stood up. They lowered the boat, got in, and began rowing off to an adventure I should have been a part of.
***
Jessalia stalked down the corridor with purpose, crimson red cape flailing out behind her. The other faeries saluted her as she walked past; they all knew not to get on her bad side.
The looming marble doors, so very out of place in the sodden cavern, stood before the VIF (Very Important Faerie). The two guards, a mutant draik and a Usuki usul, stood to attention. “What is your business with the great one?” asked the draik in a raspy voice.
“I have business regarding confiscated matters,” she said.
“Ooh!” said the usul, “A spy! That is, like, so cool!” As the guards stepped aside, Jessalia shook her head. No one really chose who was to be in the revolution, so they got all of the misfits one could think of.
The doors swung open before her, and all she could see was darkness. But she knew this was only a trick, to fool the unwise and unwanted. She stepped forward two steps, and chanted, “Semper ubi sub ubi!” as loud as she could. Suddenly, she could see, and the light behind her faded into darkness instead. And there she stood in a room full of doors.
There were twelve doors in the room, each containing their own punishment to trespassers. And rather curious rebels who had stumbled upon the room by mistake. No one but the great one herself really knew what was behind those doors, as she herself had installed their containments.
The fifth door, painted purple, held the worst punishment possible to prisoners. And yet, Jessalia strode right through it.
The cave was lavishly decorated in deep colors. Lush petpet pelts hung from every available space, giving the room a sense of being alive. At the end of a long mauve carpet, there was a chair, shielded by a darkened veil. One could tell that someone, or something, sat behind it.
“My lady,” said Jessalia, kneeling to the floor, “You have called me.”
“Yes,” rang out a voice. It was an odd voice; you could not distinguish its age, gender or species. “We have trespassers,” it said, “As you know, this is a rare occurrence.”
“Indeed,” responded Jessalia, “Are they the queen’s agents?”
“No,” said the odd voice, and Jessalia almost thought that it sounded exactly like her old math teacher, a disco kacheek by the way, “They are but a few unwitting adventurers. Most of them. There are two, both with warped destinies, but destined for each other. Luckily, they are harmless adventurers. There is one that we should have been concerned with had we had no magic dampening forcefield, as she is faerie blessed. There is no one else who is exceedingly important, though I could not tell who one of them was,” the voice (which now sounded like an old woman) paused for a second, “but she does not know who she is, and thus I do not know who she is.”
***
I paced up and down the deck, waiting for a response, a result, so I could get going onto the island. “Jordie, how long have they been gone?”
The blue kougara sighed, “Three minutes from the last time you asked.” I knew that tone of voice, the annoyed grown-up, the infamous “stop bothering me” tone. I sighed, and leaned over the railing, peering into the depths of the ocean.
The water was pristine and clear, painted with artistically placed daubs of sunlight. The waters near the equator were quite turquoise and transparent, and I could nearly see the bottom. Suddenly, something moved in the water, and my eyes shot over to where it was.
Seeing nothing, I looked around, and saw it glimmer a bit again. I snapped around, looking for it, when I saw the outline of a fish moving through the water. A waterfish. Such strange creatures, how they can hold themselves together is an amazing spectacle.
Then, the water seemed to get a bit darker for a second, as if in the outline of a jetsam or something else with fins and a tail. I rubbed my eyes, and searched for it again. Nothing seemed to be there, and I shrugged it off.
I looked back towards the island. I had another forty seven minutes to wait until they returned, and I wondered what I would do now. I had already had a geography quiz done by Kerlie, helped Moht by being interviewed (though it wasn’t particularly interesting, since we hadn’t really done anything remarkable yet), and, get this, had taught Gaviella on what a tail was. Apparently, she didn’t know that she had a tail, and had no idea why. Well, actually, I didn’t know why much either, but that was okay. I told her that it was a nice thing to have.
I stared into the island’s forests. I pictured moving figures, perhaps some exotic bird, and looked into the darker space between the trees. And something moved.
I blinked my eyes, and looked again. Yes, there was something moving in the trees, but I guessed it wasn’t surprising.
Two smallish specks ran out of the forest and onto the beach. They might have been two giant mootixes or something. But the giant moach that came up behind them (about five times their sizes) tipped me off on who they were.
“I see Roxton and Clara!” I shouted to no one in particular. I looked over my shoulder to see that I was the only one above deck. Shoot.
I ran down to the girls cabin, and shouted, “We have to help Clara and Roxton!”
Lillian let out a snore in response. “Who are they?” asked Gaviella, cocking her head in a confused way. I decided to go get Jordie, Moht and Kerlie instead.
I pounded my fist on their door. “May, if that’s you, I’m not going to tell you how much longer!” I heard Jordie shout.
“No, I can see Clara and Roxton running from a moach on the beach! We have to help them!”
Jordie stuck his head out the door, and said, “We have one rowboat, they’re on the beach, and I am not going to fall for your trick,” and slammed the door in my face. Well.
Next, I ran up to find the captain. “We have to help Clara and Roxton!” I shouted, barging through the door to his cabin.
“Why should I care? That Colchester has caused me nothing but trouble!” he shouted back, and I closed the door on Mr. Grumpypants, which was my new nickname for him.
And so, as they began approaching the boat, I was the only one above deck to help pull them up out of the waters into which a giant moach was now swimming.
I watched them as they rowed frantically towards us. I looked around, trying to figure what to do. My eyes fell upon a coil of rope. It would have to work.
I grabbed it as they came up along the side.
“Pull us up!” shouted Roxton!
“I don’t know if I can!” I shouted back, glancing at the nearing moach. “I don’t know how any of this works, but I could throw you a rope!”
“A rope works!” he shouted, and I tossed it to them, tying it to the railing. And of course, they began to argue on who would go up first. I couldn’t hear all of it, but I did catch “You!” and “No, you!”
“Hurry!” I shouted back at them. They looked back up at me, looked at the rope, and looked at each other. Clara huffed, and began climbing. As soon as she finished, I helped her aboard, and Roxton tied the end of the rope to the bow of the rowboat. Then, he himself climbed up, and we all went down below deck.
“Wait!” exclaimed Clara, “what about the moach?”
I sprinted back above deck, and witnessed an interesting scene. The giant moach was drowning in about ten feet of water, which was impressive, since it was thirty feet tall. It wasn’t pleasant, shall we say, and I went below deck a few seconds later.
“It’s dead,” I told them, “It drowned in about ten feet of water.”
***
We all sat around the table, talking, mouths full, as we ate lunch about everything Clara and Roxton had seen.
“There were so many plants that I’ve never seen before,” said Clara, “I mean, all of the plants I’ve ever seen before were there as well. It’s as if it was some kind of climatized zoo.”
“No wonder you weren’t as focused as you should have been on running for your life.” Roxton said, “We certainly saw plenty of petpetpets, but the species changed depending on each part of the island. We might want to stay near places where the plant eaters-”
“Herbivores.”
“Whatevers are, so that we don’t find our selves as petpetpet chow. I’m not too keen on getting eaten.”
“What about the temple Madtongue Murphy mentioned in his journal and that we saw the last time we were there,” asked Lillian, rather skeptically. I honestly had no idea what she was talking about.
Roxton shook his head. “We were on the almost exact opposite side that time. Last time we were on the east side, and we are now on the northwest side. We would have to go through the moaches’ territory again, and they aren’t the friendliest of creatures.”
“Can’t we just figure out the correct path to the temple without getting eaten?” asked Lillian.
Clara shook her head a bit, “It could easily take months. I know that you saw a prophecy there last time, but I don’t think that we could get back there.”
“Wait,” I said, “what prophecy?”
Lillian sighed, “The first time that we went to the lost isle, we found a temple type structure. It was, of course, abandoned, though filled with petpetpet eggs. But, on one of the walls, there was a rather prophetic piece of writing inscribed, which talked about four children which were supposed to come to the island and save Neopia from certain doom. I don’t remember the exact wording, and it kept misspelling fire, light, and dark by replacing Is with Ys and Ks with Cs. We tried to interpret it, but it hardly made any sense, certainly none grammatical sense at all. But, going on a whim, we tried to get people to come and help us, though hardly anyone believed anything we said. So, after quite some time of searching, we decided that instead of trying to find children, let them find us.”
“And, you didn’t tell us about this before because…?” questioned Moht.
“We thought it was safer that no one knew about any of this, just in case,” said Roxton, “Made sense to me anyways.”
“Yeah, but what are we supposed to do?” I asked, glancing at them sideways.
“We have no idea,” said Clara, “but we intend to find out.”
