The Curse of Maraqua: Memories - Part Three
The faeries had come, and Toran was relieved. He, Alena,
and Rose fought with a new strength, knowing that they were going to win. Charging
through the ranks of guards, they smashed open the Citadel's door.
Inside, Toran came upon many cringing, fearful
servants. They carefully avoided Toran, Alena and Rose.
Rose let out a cry of anguish when she came upon
Devin. His eyelids were flickering, valiantly trying to keep awake.
"Rose? Is that you? I knew you'd come and free
me someday…listen here. My time is short, and I must give you this information.
Varson has gone to his inner chambers, laden with traps only he knows of. I
cannot tell you more…good-bye…" Devin said. His head sank back into Rose's arms,
and his eyes closed for the last time.
"Good-bye," Rose echoed, tears streaming down
"Varson is mine," she hissed.
"No, he is mine. He was my long-time enemy, you
know," Toran countered.
"I have a right to his death. He has murdered,
and that is enough for me," Alena said, in her quietly dangerous voice.
The three rushed through the Citadel, hoping
to find Varson's inner chambers as the faeries fought outside. They met a servant
along the way, a thin Lupe.
"Where's Varson's inner chambers?" inquired Toran
quickly. The Lupe wordlessly pointed to a tapestry of Darigan. Behind it Alena
found a steel door.
"Stand back, everyone," she warned. A bolt of
fire hit the door, melting it through. They raced inside.
Toran found himself in a grotto, illuminated
only by a dwindling oil lantern and Alena's luminescent horn. Water dripped
on his head. He shivered.
Alena could see that there were three passageways,
but two would lead to certain death, she thought. Cocking her ears, she tried
to make out the sounds.
"The middle tunnel has a monster inside, and
the left has a bubbling pool of lava in it, I think," Theresa said. Rose raced
down the right passageway.
Inside was another grotto, only bigger.
A golden statue of a Krawk, shining with an eerie
light, stared at them through emerald eyes. It clutched a silver sword.
By some dark means, it came alive, its legs walking
quickly towards them without even moving, hardly.
"I am the Emerald Guardian. Who dares fight me?"
The Krawk asked. Toran stepped forward before anyone could make a move.
"I will," was Toran's only answer.
Sword clanged upon sword as Toran and the Emerald
Guardian fought. Toran was gaining the upper hand, he knew. Sparks flew everywhere,
making Alena and Rose step back a pace.
Toran struck the winding move. In on quick motion,
he smote the Emerald Guardian in half.
The room was lit up with shining light and a
Maraquan Draikess wielding a sword much like Toran's stepped into the room.
She was old and wiry, but still strong.
"Alas, I am free now! So many long years of waiting,
this cursed spell set on me by Darigan is now broken! I thank you all!" said
the Draikess. Moments later, she disappeared.
Alena shook her head.
"Darigan must have been really evil to imprison
her there for nearly five decades, back with Jeran and Valrigard the Traitor,"
Rose said. They continued on, running down countless hallways and corridors,
always alert for the sound of Varson's footsteps running away from them.
Varson was tiring at a fast rate as the three
friends doggedly pursued him through numerous corridors and passageways. The
Emerald Guardian had been defeated. That had never happened before in his life.
Sweat poured down his face as he raced up steps,
into his trap he had laid for the three friends. Smiling crazily, he lay there
in wait, his hand clutching a lever that would send everyone to their ultimate
Alena could hear someone breathing heavily as
she and Toran ran up some steps. As they opened the door at the top of the steps,
an arrow shaft grazed Rose's cheek as they stormed in.
Varson stood there, laughing madly as he pulled
a metal lever down. The floor under them opened up. Somewhere in the melee Rose's
hands scrabbled madly for a handhold, and instead, pulled Varson down with her.
They landed into a watery pit, splashing down
hard. In the murky water Toran could barely make out the form of something large
The water swirled around Alena as the beast rose
up to kill her, but she lashed out at its eyes, piercing one. The water was
reddened with blood as the beast sank downwards.
A wave of the murky water rose up against them,
and Toran found himself fighting for his life. Rose had hopped onto his back,
and he surged out of the water, firing an arrow at the beast's other eye. The
water once again reddened with blood.
Alena flew up into the air, Varson hanging on
to her back leg. Looking down at his monster, he wanted to faint with fear as
Alena's wings pounded upwards, nearing towards the top of the pit.
The waters of the pit did not stir for a long
Varson relaxed, thinking the beast was dead.
That was his big mistake.
Once again, the reddish-brown waters foamed and
churned as the huge beast, something resembling a large Grarrl with fins and
gills rose up from the water. Varson screamed and futilely tried to twist himself
out of the way.
Alena did not even flinch or try to save him
when she felt his grasp ripped from her leg. Peacefully, she landed on top of
Toran peered down into the pit. The water was
still churning and he could see Varson's snout bobbing up and down in the water.
He turned his head away from the ghastly sight-it was too much for him.
Tears streamed down his eyes as he turned away.
"I had to, Toran. If he lived, he'd have killed
us all," whispered Alena comfortingly.
"It's not that…it's all the people I've killed
just to get revenge…" mumbled Toran sadly. Rose looked at him.
"Remember this, Toran. It's about the people
you've saved from Varson's wrath, not the people you've killed," she said. Toran
looked up. Drying his eyes, he looked out of the window.
"You're both right. I should be strong now, instead
of crying. Thank you for helping me realize that," Toran said. Alena beamed,
her horn glowing with newfound strength. Looking out of the window, they realized
the faeries had won.
"Are you going to stay here and claim your place
as Lord of the Citadel?" Rose queried.
"I suppose so. And you two are doing something
else, I presume?" asked Toran.
"I'm going to claim my place as Queen of Maraqua,"
was all that Alena said.
"You're going to paint yourself over again!?!"
"No, I'm staying on land. I might as well rule
Maraqua at the same time, though, since the rebuilding is going slower now that
King Kelpbeard's gone questing." Alena replied calmly.
"And what are you going to do, Rose?" Toran asked
"Oh, I'll continue my questing ways. I might
go to Faerieland and stay there a little, though," Rose answered.
"Let's hope you don't get into any more trouble
than you already are in, Rose," joked Alena. As they exited the room to go onto
the balcony, everyone let out a hearty cheer, faeries and Darigans alike.
Fyora let out a grin, as her messengers swarmed
in from their posts. Messages about Alena, Toran, and a Zafara named Rose leapt
from their lips. Her fingers strayed to her wand. In one swift motion, she blasted
it into the air, and a large table, set for four, landed in front of her. The
three other chairs (after she had seated herself), lay in wait, waiting for
someone to sit on them.
Fyora let out a rare smile. The second prophecy
had been fulfilled. The third one would have to wait.
Jhudora's angry screams and loud cursing was
being heard all over Faerieland, knowing one of her plans to wreak the destruction
of Neopia had failed. She dug her nails into the walls, scratching them, creating
deep grooves into them also. Her shadow minions, Neopians whose souls she had
sucked out, along with their memories, lay there, waiting for her command. One
came in, bearing a tray of blueberry muffins, burnt to the center.
Jhudora loved them, since they were possessed
only by evil, and there wasn't any goodness in them. She hated goodness, and
anything attached to it she hated. Especially her twin sister, Illusen, who
was attached to goodness in every way she could think of.
Jhudora's train of thoughts was snapped in half
by a shadow minion's piercing wail for food. The shadows never ate-they took
another's happiness and made it their food. Jhudora scowled at the Eyrie who
was wailing. Her sharp fingernails made noises on her dark, malachite table.
Hunger gleamed in her minions' eyes. The Eyrie was no more than a shadow, as
thin as air, but they were still there.
Jhudora once again scowled at her muffin. It
wasn't totally burnt. A thin slice of it was perfectly baked. She threw it on
the floor, and her minions swarmed over it.
A fleeting smile flew across her face.
The Uni, Eyrie, and Zafara would pay.