I need a Hero

A small farmhouse, far from the edge of town; inside there was a flurry of motion, as a family worked in synchorisity in preparation for the day at the market. Into bundles, and pretty glass baubles flowers were organized. By scent, color; and the magic of the mix, they were carefuly and skillfully placed. The warm Meridellian sun allowed for all sorts of beauties to grow on the quiet little plot of land. Watered by hand by both little girls, the Springabee and Draphly could be seen floating on the breeze.

Draikriel was very excited, as this would be her first time accompanying her father to work the booth in White River. She would eventually take it over, so he could return to selling the fireworks that he made. But for now, she was too small to be left alone, and her sister would be going to sit in the back of Mum's Candle Shop to do her letters & numbers. Draikriel almost shivered with her excitment.
"Na mair bugs 'n' wibreth fur me. A wullnae hae tae chase they darn symol or seese fur a hail weekend."
When the sun rose, it found Draikriel and her father, Draimier pulling their flower wagon along the dusty rutted track some called a road into town. They were wet from the sweat of the effort of moving the wagon through all of the potholes and over the hills. Running late they were; and the market had already started filling up with customers. Hurriedly, they pushed and pulled and finally made it into the square and set up their display.

"Git yer flowers 'ere! sweet, fresh, bouquets fur yer loue! sweeten yer tea wi' a spray o' color! " Draimier called to the folks hustling past. Some would stop and smell the bouquet, but most couldn't afford more than that. It'd been a rough year. The rains hadn't come like they were supposed to, and the streams and ponds had all but dried up.
"Papa?" Draikriel began, as her stomach rumbled loudly "Can I run over to --"
"Yes, Sweetling; go ahead." He replied as he tossed her some worn neopoints.
Without another word or thought; she flitted off to the food stand in search of something to quell the rumbling. As she browsed, she noticed that the options were scant, and mostly small shriveled things. She was about to move to the next stand when Eulalia touched her shoulder and handed her a meat pasty; Draikriel smiled and tried to pay her, but Eulalia wouldn't accept the coins. Wordless, Draikriel curtsied and headed back to her father's wagon. He hadn't had much luck with sales, but the day was mostly ahead of them, and she was hopeful...

As the sun sunk behind the worn buildings; Draimier turned to his other occupation, town lamplighter. He quickly flew around to the few streetlamps in town and spit each one to life with his fire breath. Draikriel loved watching his deft movements, never hitting anything and smooth as silk in his movements. As soon as he finished, they both harnessed up to the wagon and began the journey home to the farm. Hopefully dinner would still be warm. A good bowl of gruel sounded amazing right now. The trip home somehow went quicker than the one into town, and they parked the wagon and took most of what they had left with that morning back into the cool farmhouse to protect the delicate blooms.

Inside they found that Draigona had already fallen asleep, but Draisiree; her mum, was awake and working on some candle pretties. They all set down and ate the gruel together and quietly talked about their day. This was the best part of the day. When they could just enjoy each other's company.

As the years passed, Draikriel took over the Flower Stand, and was able to procure some regular customers that allowed her to move into an actual Market stall, which meant she could close up and keep things safe at night while she slept inside the wagon. Soon, she had her own apprentice that helped, and they moved into their own storefront. As much as the progress pleased her, Draikriel dreamed of something else. She dreamed of becoming a knight, like the handsome Draikslye that came through on parade days, and always purchased a bouquet, that he promptly "forgot" on the counter. She had read everything from the library that she could discreetly about the knightly code, and what training it required for the annual tests. *Maybe this year I will enter the tests* she thought... It was the last year that she could age-wise. Next year she would be considered too old. The rule book did not specifically specify that the would-be squires had to be male, but it was assumed. Never in all of the years of Meridell, had there been a female squire, much less a knight! She anxiously twisted her hands together. Sir Draikslye had discovered her training in the woods a few years ago; and taken it upon himself to teach her forms, so she could submit to the trials.

Just then, as if she had summoned him, Sir Draikslye came through the doors. His eyes darted around the shop until they settled on her blonde hair. "Good evening young lady!" he said liltingly. "I have some news for you. They've moved up the tests to this weekend. If you're going to enter, you need to go to the center of town now and put your name on the list."
Draikriel's breath caught in her throat and her face drained of blood. "Th'day! bit tis suppose tae be neist munth! " she managed to croak.
"There is a war on the horizon, and the Council wants as many squires as they can get their paws on. I feel in my bones that it's going to be an ugly year." Draikslye replied solemnly. "I am sure your assistant can watch the shop for you while you slip away?"
"Aye, ah hawp that wid be a'richt." Draikriel stammered nervously. "Let me git mah shawl 'n' we kin gang."
It felt as though she was marching to her death, although Sir Draikslye very calmly took her hand on his arm and strolled along pleasantly to the Town-center. She heard roaring in her ears and everything faded from her sight but the parchment on the newsboard in the square. All of a sudden they were right next to it, and a pen appeared in her hand. The crowd around her paused, frozen in shock at what was happening. In what seemed like perfect silence, the scratching of the pen on the paper could be heard as she signed her name on the Squire Test List. The noise returned in a rush and overwhelmed Draikriel's ears as she put the pen down. Her knees collapsed, and if Sir Draikslye hadn't caught her arm, she would have fainted on the cobblestones.
"Now come on young lady, we need to get you back to your shop." Draikriel could hear Draikslye saying, but it sounded like it he was at the end of a long tunnel. And he carefully steered her back to her shop. through the door, and to a stool in the back. She sat down with a thump and realized where she was.
"Ah juist did that, didnae ah? "she asked. "Yes you did, and it is a good and right thing to do."Draikslye replied.

THE BEGINNING

Prompt: Your character has found Ether. Who is the hero of your story?

Another normal day in Neopia. Nothing exciting, but nothing too boring, either.

A gentle breeze flies by as you open the door to your home, back from a normal shopping trip. It was one of the few times where you had the afternoon completely to yourself, and you like to think you made the most of it. Window shopping through Neopia, trying to pick berries in Meridell, just a normal, everyday trip. But it was a trip you enjoyed nonetheless, you think as you step inside your room.

When you drop your bag on your chair, a small square of white on your desk catches your eye. It looks like a letter. In the center, an elegant design is stamped, a design you don't recognize. You don't remember seeing this before you left for the food store. Curious, you open it and it reads:

Salutations, Traveler.

Throughout the history of Neopia, from wars and skirmishes reaching across the deep waters of Maraqua to the floating cities of Darigan Citadel, there is a story untold.... Behind every great battle, every revered hero and every victory is a song unsung that leaves no trace, not so much as a whisper.

When a great evil threatens to take over Neopia, the Kings and Queens of every kingdom holds a trump card. A secret society that keeps ancient artifacts that can take mightiest kingdom to the brink of destruction in the blink of an eye. You receive this letter because words of your acts of bravery, courage, and kindness have piqued the interest of many, some with intentions kinder than others. You have proven yourself to be of a noble heart with a strong mind and will, a rare quality essential in carrying out the most important task.

We seek those who are the first to rise. If you have made it this far then it means you have been chosen to join us in our quest in keeping Neopia safe from certain dark forces.

We welcome you to Ether.

You can't help but stare at the letter, dumbfounded. The Ether? Was that a mystical place of sorts? It must be, given the eloquent wording throughout the letter. One particular phrase stands out to you the most - we seek those who are the first to rise. You have no idea why, but that particular phrase seems the most telling. What could it possibly mean? And how does it tie to you?

But before you can ask more questions, something starts to warm up your fingers, until it evolves into a burning feeling. You quickly realize it's the letter in your hands, as a flame suddenly ignites in the corner. Letting out a yell, you drop the letter to the ground, and you can only watch in slight horror as flames slowly engulf it. By the time the flames have died off, the letter has become several burnt scraps of paper on your floor. For a moment, you're frozen in place as you stare at the ground, shocked at what had just transpired in front of you.

Amidst your shock however, you look closer at the letter and see something. The letter wasn't completely destroyed by the blaze, as the remaining bits are placed close together, as if on purpose. Amidst the soot and dying embers, you spot a phrase, lined in orange from the flames.

The Sanctuary.

The Sanctuary? The name sounds vaguely familiar, but it's meaning escapes your mind. But as if anticipating your confusion, the burnt pieces also appear to form what looks like directions leading to the Sanctuary. As you scan the pieces once more, you wonder what exactly this letter is directing you to do. Was this 'Ether' place even real? And why was this letter sent exclusively to you, of all people? You don't think you're particularly spectacular or anything special.

But you realize that you won't answer any of your questions just by doing nothing. You grab a bag hanging from your chair and head to your door. Hopefully, the Sanctuary can provide some answers.

The Sanctuary is bustling with activity by the time you enter. To your right, you see Neopians working with faeries of all elements to carry supplies, while to your left, groups of worn Neopians chat and laugh quite merrily, all underneath the vast treescape that appears endless. The groups of travelers and helpful faeries alike, this place wasn't at all like you imagined. Not only that, you don't spot a single thing that could tie this place to Ether. Why would the letter direct you here?

When you look further to the right, you spot a small yellow shape - a faellie. His arms (or rather, paws) are folded comfortably in front of him while his tail swishes back and forth, back and forth beside him. His eyelids are fluttering slightly as he starts to doze off peacefully. It is quite a cute sight, until you notice something hanging around his neck - a pendant. And even more telling, it's the same symbol as the one stamped on your letter from earlier. Though the faellie looks quite peaceful in his sleep, you have to know more.

Excuse me, um...Mister Faellie?

Upon hearing your voice, the faellie opens one eye, and his eyebrows immediately furrow into a glare.

What is it, brat? I'm trying to sleep, you know.

You're quickly taken back by the faellie's rather gruff tone. He was a faellie, yet he had a voice more befitting of a skeith or a villain such as Sloth. But gruffness aside, he has to know something, given his necklace.

I'm sorry to interrupt your nap. And I know this is sudden, but...I'm looking for this place called Ether?

The faellie only stares at you, appearing dumbfounded, only to throw his head back against the tree in a voracious fit of laughter.

Ether? What kind of dung are you talking about?

W-What? you stutter, shocked. But your necklace! It has the same sym-

Before you can continue, the faellie stands up, wings extended, and instantly zips right at you. But before he can ram you in the forehead, he stops within an inch of your mouth. You're silent as he places a paw over your lips, clearly to shut you up.

Save your breath. This 'Ether' place, my necklace, all you're talking about is complete nonsense. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find someplace with far less annoying and frankly, crazy people. Letting out a huff, the faellie slowly flies back down to the ground, back to you as he starts to walk away.

You quickly find yourself at a loss for words. This faellie has had enough of your nonsense, but it's clear that there's more that he's letting on. For a moment, you can't think of what else to say that will somehow call him back. Your mind goes back to the letter as you try and think. Something about essential traits you possess, acts of courage and bravery...

Then your mind flickers to the phrase that stood out to you most.

I seek those who are first to rise, you hear yourself saying without a second thought.

Instantly, the faellie's ears prick up as he turns back at you again. You only stare at him in growing anticipation. Though he still looks as annoyed as ever, he heaves a sigh, a paw pressed on his forehead.

So you read the letter after all, He can't hold back a scoff as he points in the direction of a large, evergreen forest.

Go that way. Keep walking, and don't stop. You'll find the answer you're looking for eventually.

You look in the direction of the forest, and there's not a clearing as far as you can tell. Given his surly attitude, you wonder if you can even trust the faellie, as you spare a glance back at him. For the briefest of seconds, his mouth moves, and you swear you heard him say something under his breath, still as annoyed as ever. But he still retains his irritated glare and his arms are folded in front of him, and it's clear that he doesn't want any further annoyances. Choosing to follow his directions, you turn and start walking towards the forest, silently hoping that you're on the right path.

- - - - - - -

The forest seems to go on forever. Not a single person or animal in sight, except perhaps you.

At this point, you swear that you're lost. The rational part of your brain keeps telling you to go back before night falls. But against your logic, you keep walking, seemingly to nowhere. Even though the faellie was less than pleasant, he seemed to know what he was talking about, after you said those strange words and that pendant of his. You'll choose to believe in him.

But deep down, you sincerely hope that isn't a mistake.

Amidst your thoughts, you trip over a fallen branch, only to stumble through a large number of shrubs. Thorns cuts your clothes, your legs, and you wince as the pain stings you.

But when you finally stumble out of the shrubs, a magnificent sight greets you. A large temple stands before you, practically dwarfing the evergreen trees surrounding it. It's stone structure, though slightly worn and with moss and other greenery growing at various spots, appears strong and resilient against the elements. But most magnificent of all, the symbol from your letter and the faellie's necklace hangs proudly over the temple's entrance, made brighter by the casting sun's rays. Looking at it, you feel a great wave of relief washes over you. The letter and the grumpy faellie were right after all.

Ether is real. And you've made it.

Reflection

INITIATE PIN

Prompt: Complete Seirel's Interview.

Where do you hail from and how do you think your home has influenced you?

Writing here

What kind of things do you like? Dislike? And why is that the case?

Writing here

Do you have any hobbies or interests?

Writing here

Who would you say has been a role model to you or has had the greatest impact in your life?

Writing here

What do you believe are your strengths and weaknesses?

Writing here

What are some of your greatest fears or worries?

Writing here

What do you wish most to accomplish in your lifetime and how do you plan to achieve it?

Writing here

Use at least three words to describe yourself and three words you think others would use to describe yourself.

Writing here

On that note, if you could change one thing about yourself, and I mean anything, what would it be and why?

Writing here

And finally, what can you contribute to Ether and what do you hope to gain in return? What does being a part of Ether mean to you?

Writing here

Cursed*

Abominable Snowball Acko Ada Adagio Airax Alabriss Albat Albot Alkenore Altachuck Altalaphus Angelpuss Antwerph Anubis Apis Arkmite Aroota Avabot Babaa Babith Baby Blu Baby Fireball Baby Space Fungus Babyca Baraga Barbat Barlow Bartamus Bat Boy Batterfly Bazatlan Bearclops Bearog Beekadoodle Beepallite Belonthiss Bika Bikiwan Bilguss Biyako Bleamix Blibble Blobagus Blobikins Blooky Bloop Bloopy Blorbis Blorpulous Blugar Bluna Blurgah Blurtle Bogie Boween Bowla Bubblebee Bubbles Bubblisaur Buzzer Buzzler C430 Autobot Cadro Calabat Camelior Candy Vampire Candychan Caprior Captive Shadow Wraith Carma Carmariller Catamara Charnie Cheerlub Chezzoom Chiruck Chomper Chuchuana Chumablah Cirrus Clompkin Cobrall Cofferling Combobot Cougi Crabby Crabula Crocalu Crokabek Crystacat Cubett Cuttlebot Cybit Cyodrake Dal Daloop Dandan Darblat Darpinch Dartail Deaver Delfin Devilpuss Diddler Ditsy Djuti Dofrey Doglefox Donksaur Drackobunny Drackonack Dragoyle Dribblet Droolik Drugal Dua Duocorn Eelika Eizzil Epuni Erge Erisim Ettaphant Eustabee Faellie Fangy Farnswap Feepit Felf Felly Feloreena Filamen Fir Fleeper Flerper Fleurbik Flightning Bug Flipperbot Flippy Flishy Flizzardo Floobix Florta Flosset Floud Flowper Flurm Foobug Frillabon Frogarott Frogler Froiler Frowny Fungree Furwitch Gabar Gallion Gangee Ganuthor Garfir Garooda Gathow Geb Ghostkerchief Ghostkerfish Ghoti Gikerot Gio Globilol Gnar Gobbler Goldy Goople Goulblee Goy Goyalbotnik Grackle Bug Graffle Graglop Gratlik Greeble Gremble Griefer Grobrin Gruslen Gulper Gulpfir Gumblesh Gwalla Gwortz GX-4 Haseebot GX-4 Oscillabot Gypmu Harris Hasee Haseepuss Hegelob Hermiteese Hippalop Hoggir Hooklen Hoovle Hopso Hornsby Horus Huggy Huggy Bear Hydruplit Icklesaur Ignalce Intesteen Jawshell Jinjah Jowlard Juma Kadoatie Karren Kateil Kazeriu Kelpflake Kepru Khamette Khnum Khonsu Khura Kiiyak Kimbi King Skarls Snowbunny Kookith Kora Krawk Krawkadon Krikket Leeble Lellefisk Lil Frankie Liobits Lizark Lurman Lutra Lyins Magaral Magmut Magtile Mallard Manjeer Marafin Marbluk Marlock Mastyxi Mauket Mazzew Meekins Meepit Melton Melvie Meowclops Meturf Miamouse Mibblie Millipod Mimbi Minitheus Mirgle Moink Moltenna Moltenore Momba Morkou Mortog Mummy Baby Mundo Muyang N-4 Info Retrieval Bot Naalala Naleap Narwhool Navibot Nebularis Nedler Neotrak Neucloop Nik Niptor Noak Noil Noilkeet Nuk Nupie Nuranna Octorna Ombat Ona Oop Orbulon Orp Oscillabot Ownow Palmplat Pandaphant Patamoose Pawkeet Peadackle Peedleedoo Peo Pepito Petoot Pfish Phnard Pickulsaur Pikis Pile of Snow Pile of Soot Pinceron Pinklet Pirakeet Piraket Plathydon Plumpy Pofew Polarchuck Ponka Pooka Popblew Poppit Powtry Primella Psimouse Puppyblew Pwerko Pygui Pyon Quadrapus Quadrone Quetzal Quilin Quintilc Raindorf Ramosan Rashpid Rav Raverge Razumi Reptillior Roaderie 1000 Robocrush Roburg 3T3 Rock Rollatron Romeep 3T3 Rotawheel Rotoblur 4000 Sandan Sandpoint Sauropod Scado Scamander Scarabug Schmoonie Schnelly Scout Unit Screal Screwtop Searex Seece Selket Seti Sharky Shocket Short Fuse Skelly Skindle Sklyde Skootle Bug Skree Slogmok Slorg Slorgclops Sludgy Slugawoo Slymook Smiley Snarhook Snauberack Snicklebeast Snomorg Snoogy Snorkle Snorlkin Snotbunny Snowbunny Snowickle Snuffly Soreen Spallard Spardel Sparky Spirkle Splime Splyke Spoppy Sproing Spyder Spyrabor Spyven Stahkee Staragus Stego Stopngo 400 Sunutek Surzard Sutekh Swabby Symol Taigar Tamed Mini-Monster Tanamurx Tanizard Tapira Tasu Taweret Teasqito Teek Teemyte Tekkal Tencals Tenna Tentacle Tigermouse Tomamu Tootum Tralbak Triffin Trumpadon Trunkard Tuceet Turdle Turmac Turnali Turtmid Turtum Tyrowbee Uggatrip Uggazew Ukali Ultra Mega Bot 2000 Ultra Unifox Uniocto Urchull Urgoni Vacana Vacuumatic 9000 Vaeolus Val Valteek Vullard Wadjet Wain Walein Walking Carpet Warf Weeble Weebly Weewoo Werhond Wheelie Wheelie Bot Wherfy Whinny Whoot Wibreth Woolypapith Wreathy Wuzzer Wuzzle Xampher Xepru Yackito Yoakie Yooyu Yullie Zamillion Zebba Zebie Zomutt Zoomik Zumagorn

ADRIE THE CURSED

Theme: Introductions

Along the way, you stumble upon a forest of brightly-coloured maple trees. At first glance, it appears to be a normal forest, but what catches your attention is a small golden light coming from somewhere deep within the forest. Your curiosity is piqued, so you decide to go in and take a look. Red and orange leaves flutter to the ground as the light appears to grow brighter with your every step.
Just when you have reached the clearing, a high-pitched cry from above startles you. As you look up, you find the cursed faerie flying around you and she gives a maniacal laugh. "So you're the new keeper? How curious," she grins, examining you with a critical eye. "Let's see if you have what it takes to handle this cursed artifact."

Warrior*

Abominable Snowball Acko Ada Adagio Airax Alabriss Albat Albot Alkenore Altachuck Altalaphus Angelpuss Antwerph Anubis Apis Arkmite Aroota Avabot Babaa Babith Baby Blu Baby Fireball Baby Space Fungus Babyca Baraga Barbat Barlow Bartamus Bat Boy Batterfly Bazatlan Bearclops Bearog Beekadoodle Beepallite Belonthiss Bika Bikiwan Bilguss Biyako Bleamix Blibble Blobagus Blobikins Blooky Bloop Bloopy Blorbis Blorpulous Blugar Bluna Blurgah Blurtle Bogie Boween Bowla Bubblebee Bubbles Bubblisaur Buzzer Buzzler C430 Autobot Cadro Calabat Camelior Candy Vampire Candychan Caprior Captive Shadow Wraith Carma Carmariller Catamara Charnie Cheerlub Chezzoom Chiruck Chomper Chuchuana Chumablah Cirrus Clompkin Cobrall Cofferling Combobot Cougi Crabby Crabula Crocalu Crokabek Crystacat Cubett Cuttlebot Cybit Cyodrake Dal Daloop Dandan Darblat Darpinch Dartail Deaver Delfin Devilpuss Diddler Ditsy Djuti Dofrey Doglefox Donksaur Drackobunny Drackonack Dragoyle Dribblet Droolik Drugal Dua Duocorn Eelika Eizzil Epuni Erge Erisim Ettaphant Eustabee Faellie Fangy Farnswap Feepit Felf Felly Feloreena Filamen Fir Fleeper Flerper Fleurbik Flightning Bug Flipperbot Flippy Flishy Flizzardo Floobix Florta Flosset Floud Flowper Flurm Foobug Frillabon Frogarott Frogler Froiler Frowny Fungree Furwitch Gabar Gallion Gangee Ganuthor Garfir Garooda Gathow Geb Ghostkerchief Ghostkerfish Ghoti Gikerot Gio Globilol Gnar Gobbler Goldy Goople Goulblee Goy Goyalbotnik Grackle Bug Graffle Graglop Gratlik Greeble Gremble Griefer Grobrin Gruslen Gulper Gulpfir Gumblesh Gwalla Gwortz GX-4 Haseebot GX-4 Oscillabot Gypmu Harris Hasee Haseepuss Hegelob Hermiteese Hippalop Hoggir Hooklen Hoovle Hopso Hornsby Horus Huggy Huggy Bear Hydruplit Icklesaur Ignalce Intesteen Jawshell Jinjah Jowlard Juma Kadoatie Karren Kateil Kazeriu Kelpflake Kepru Khamette Khnum Khonsu Khura Kiiyak Kimbi King Skarls Snowbunny Kookith Kora Krawk Krawkadon Krikket Leeble Lellefisk Lil Frankie Liobits Lizark Lurman Lutra Lyins Magaral Magmut Magtile Mallard Manjeer Marafin Marbluk Marlock Mastyxi Mauket Mazzew Meekins Meepit Melton Melvie Meowclops Meturf Miamouse Mibblie Millipod Mimbi Minitheus Mirgle Moink Moltenna Moltenore Momba Morkou Mortog Mummy Baby Mundo Muyang N-4 Info Retrieval Bot Naalala Naleap Narwhool Navibot Nebularis Nedler Neotrak Neucloop Nik Niptor Noak Noil Noilkeet Nuk Nupie Nuranna Octorna Ombat Ona Oop Orbulon Orp Oscillabot Ownow Palmplat Pandaphant Patamoose Pawkeet Peadackle Peedleedoo Peo Pepito Petoot Pfish Phnard Pickulsaur Pikis Pile of Snow Pile of Soot Pinceron Pinklet Pirakeet Piraket Plathydon Plumpy Pofew Polarchuck Ponka Pooka Popblew Poppit Powtry Primella Psimouse Puppyblew Pwerko Pygui Pyon Quadrapus Quadrone Quetzal Quilin Quintilc Raindorf Ramosan Rashpid Rav Raverge Razumi Reptillior Roaderie 1000 Robocrush Roburg 3T3 Rock Rollatron Romeep 3T3 Rotawheel Rotoblur 4000 Sandan Sandpoint Sauropod Scado Scamander Scarabug Schmoonie Schnelly Scout Unit Screal Screwtop Searex Seece Selket Seti Sharky Shocket Short Fuse Skelly Skindle Sklyde Skootle Bug Skree Slogmok Slorg Slorgclops Sludgy Slugawoo Slymook Smiley Snarhook Snauberack Snicklebeast Snomorg Snoogy Snorkle Snorlkin Snotbunny Snowbunny Snowickle Snuffly Soreen Spallard Spardel Sparky Spirkle Splime Splyke Spoppy Sproing Spyder Spyrabor Spyven Stahkee Staragus Stego Stopngo 400 Sunutek Surzard Sutekh Swabby Symol Taigar Tamed Mini-Monster Tanamurx Tanizard Tapira Tasu Taweret Teasqito Teek Teemyte Tekkal Tencals Tenna Tentacle Tigermouse Tomamu Tootum Tralbak Triffin Trumpadon Trunkard Tuceet Turdle Turmac Turnali Turtmid Turtum Tyrowbee Uggatrip Uggazew Ukali Ultra Mega Bot 2000 Ultra Unifox Uniocto Urchull Urgoni Vacana Vacuumatic 9000 Vaeolus Val Valteek Vullard Wadjet Wain Walein Walking Carpet Warf Weeble Weebly Weewoo Werhond Wheelie Wheelie Bot Wherfy Whinny Whoot Wibreth Woolypapith Wreathy Wuzzer Wuzzle Xampher Xepru Yackito Yoakie Yooyu Yullie Zamillion Zebba Zebie Zomutt Zoomik Zumagorn

AXIOS THE VALIANT

Theme: Winter

You wander your way through the forest into a clearing. Flowers are strewn across the ground in a gorgeously bright and wild fashion. Dazzled by the scene, you barely notice the hoof steps approaching you. When you turn to the sound, you are met by an old uni. He huffs a greeting toward you.
You must be the new keeper. They call me Axios. I was once the steed of a battle faerie long ago. I have fought in many wars long beyond your time. You seek something valuable to me. I will only let it go if you are worthy.

Jan 2021*

NIAMPHE THE FLAMEBEARER

Theme: Rebirth / New Beginnings

Once a kindred earth faerie, it is rumored that Niamphe travelled all of Neopia in silent hermitage, and only stopped when she danced perilously close to the fires of Techo Mountain. There, it is said she managed to capture the essence of an amazing spirit using only a rainwater vial. She subsequently appeared among the ranks of Ether, as if she had been reborn.
It is within the glades of Ether that you encounter her. Her wings are not like the Earth Faerie, nor are they like the Fire Faerie -- no, rather, they remind you of an Eyrie's. A luminous glow escapes from her hands as she turns to face your direction, her great wings lumbering behind with the motion.
Hello, dear Keeper. Ahhhh.. has it not been a great and long journey we've undertaken?
At this, the faerie chuckles under her breath, curling a fiery spirit between her fingers.
You are intrigued to see it, are you not? Well, I shall only part with it if you can dazzle me with something of beauty. Let it be through fond or fickle memory -- any shall do, as long as you give it new life again.

Petpet info goes here; lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit.

Feb 2021*

AMELIE THE PURE OF HEART

Theme: Love / Healing

To escape the weather, you duck into the nearest tent you can see. It looked like any regular tent from the outside, but this is Ether's merchant campground - where all manner of visiting faerie might palm off their wares.
Immediately, you find yourself stumbling over vials, tinctures, elixirs and potions. But you don't seem to mind all the clutter, in fact -- you realize you are feeling very happy, just wonderful inside! It occurs to you that there is a fantastic smell all about this place - intoxicating and sweet - and in trying to uncover its source, you finally notice the shopkeeper behind a counter full with amorous-looking potions.
Ahhh..! She sighs dreamily, holding up a recent concoction in the palm of her hand, There's something in the air lately, do you feel it? She then turns to look at you with golden, doe-shaped eyes, Love is everywhere! Why, it's my favourite time of the year... And she starts setting aside the crimson potion beside another, lustrous and violet in its hue.
Once you reach the counter - for you felt drawn in, charmed, to do nothing else but! - the faerie turns to greet you properly.
..But you know it's always there, don't you? It's everywhere, as it should be. In the eyes of everyone we see, she throws an excited, whimsy smile up at you, --and in all things we do.
She sighs, plucking out a drying yellow rose from a nearby holder, where a stack of beautiful cards have been placed.
Love. Love is a promise to yourself, and the cure for the world.
She offers out the dried rose to you in her palm, gesturing for you to take it.
What does love mean to you?

Petpet info goes here; lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit.

March 2021*

CATALPA THE SAGE

Theme: Spring / Flourish

You believe you have stumbled through this labyrinth cave for hours when you finally find the end of the cold tunnel. The moment you step out into the light, you are greeted with the smell of dew and grass.
Contrary to the forever winter of Terror Mountain outside, this hidden lush garden is a breath of spring; a rainbow of colors of bright flowers and fresh trees beyond where your eyes can see.
Hmph. A new keeper, I see.
An aged JubJub emerges from his hiding place in the branches of a nearby tree.
I am Catalpa. I am the guardian and caretaker of this garden. His old eyes give you a disgruntled look. Just because you are part of Ether does not mean I can trust you with my artifact unless you prove your worth to me.

Petpet info goes here; lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit.

April 2021

ROCHELLE THE FORTUNE TELLER

Theme: Visions / Future

The shadows of the forest looming over you appear to grow, and even the sunlight filtering through the leaves seems to dissipate with every step you take. The air feels a bit chilly than it should on an early spring day - it is even sending chills up your spine as you rub your palms together for warmth.
Would you like your fortune told on this fine day? comes a faint voice behind you. You spin around and find yourself thrown into a fortune teller's tent. You notice how elegantly the long, dark violet curtains drope down to the marble floor and before your gaze, a small glow emits from within the deep recesses of the tent.
Behind the glowing magical orb, a beautiful faerie, adorned in fine jewels and gold, exudes the enigmatic air of a fortune teller. She appears indifferent and unfazed at your arrival, even as you make your way towards her. What fortune will you bring to the table? she asks no one in particular.
You hold your breath as you watch the fortune teller gracefully move her hands in circular motions. Her magic orb suddenly reveals a montage of calamities, and you watch the series drastically unfold before you.
Silence ensues for a few seconds. Disaster is falling upon us, the faerie suddenly murmurs, her tone slightly forlorn. She shakes her head. I'm afraid that catastrophe is inevitable, and in a world so full of greed and selfishness, there is nothing we can possibly do to save a world already in shambles.
She suddenly turns to look at you in the eye. However, it is not too late to reflect on what can still be fixed. She proceeds to nod a few times. O fortunate Keeper, I see that you could be the lucky one to change the world, but are you able to realize that power to its full potential?

Petpet info goes here; lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit.

words

WORDS GO HERE FOR BOX !

Petpet info goes here; lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit.

words

WORDS GO HERE FOR BOX !

words

WORDS GO HERE FOR BOX !

words

WORDS GO HERE FOR BOX !