The Forgotten Neopet
Peophins are rare magical creatures. They are very shy and don't mix with other
species very often. They are rumoured to bring good fortune and happiness to those
Waves wear constantly against the deserted northern shores
of Mystery Island. The hut of the Island Mystic can be seen through the morning
fog, and the Lost Village lies in the south. The sands are a depressing grey
color, with the occasional glint from pottery that washes ashore. Whether it
is Maraquan or from Geraptiku, one cannot tell, as the two are too similar to
be distinguished from one another. No living creature stirs in the area, just
the sounds of the sea, wearing away at the sands of time.
I like to take strolls there in my free mornings,
as the empty beach provides to my thoughts what a blank paper does a writer-
a place to think. Local superstition keeps both natives and tourists away, and
most people never venture farther north than the Training Academy or the Trading
Post. Sometimes, however, a lonely straggler of the Mystery Island plot might
come searching for clues, or a poor newbie still trying to find the Mystic Kyrii
avatar may somehow lose his way.
Imagine my surprise, when one morning as I was
walking, I saw a Neopet emerge from the deserted Geraptiku and disappear into
the waters. After some time, it did not reappear, and I wondered, what sort
of Neopet can travel both above and beneath the waves? From my brief glimpse
of it, all I could remember was the beautiful, shining gem on its forehead and
the grace with which it moved.
My question was answered as, a little while later,
the Neopet reemerged. I was astonished to meet the large, brown eyes of a Peophin,
and not just any Peophin, but a grey one at that. I stood rooted to the spot,
stunned by what stood before me. Many people do not believe in the magic of
the Peophin's gem, and most think that it is there to adorn the Peophin's homely
and modest appearance. Perhaps it was because I had gained some appreciation
for its beauty that it chose to show me its true abilities (thus starting out
by freezing me where I stood).
Unable to take my eyes off of its glowing gem,
I watched the Peophin come ashore. Though I was mesmerized, I was interested
in seeing how it could come from water to land. Even the Uni, who is a land
animal to begin with, cannot leave the water once it has been painted Maraquan.
This Peophin, with the greatest ease, used its forelegs to pull itself onto
the beach. As it came towards me, I saw that its hooves trotted along the sand
like a Uni, while its tail and fin moved like the Hissi.
It came within a short distance of me and snorted
into the air cautiously (can this human be trusted?), before looking straight
into my eyes, as if it could read the thoughts that tumbled behind them. This
seemed the experience of a lifetime! "...Rare, magical creatures..." Rare, indeed!
How many Peophins can be found featured in the gameroom? And how many are seen
in the still snapshots of the Maraquan war? Even Peopatra, who sells pottery
in what (according to legend) used to be her underwater kingdom, keeps hidden
behind her veils and tents to avoid the sand and scorching heat. I was wont
to take the opportunity to observe such a fantastic creature up close, except
that its solemn demeanor told that it had another purpose to fulfill.
Having finished examining me (I obviously meant
no harm), it approached and seemed to beckon for me to place my hand upon its
head. I wanted to stroke its coat, as it is said to be tougher than scales but
softer than the fur of a baby Gelert, but my hand was drawn to its ever glowing
jewel. My hand tingled at the touch of the smooth, cold, metal-like crown (no
one knows what the Peophin's crown is made of), and for a moment, it seemed
that time had stopped.
The Peophin's eyes glowed, and its mane flew
wildly around it, though no wind blew. The sea ceased its roar, becoming still
enough to walk on, and my senses seemed surrendered to the Peophin's power...
The voice was female, and so musical that it
sounded like bells within my mind, yet I understood what was being said.
Much time has passed since humans roamed these
lands. Many ages ago, I had a name, and an owner, who lived in this village.
I saw the skies clear, and the sea draw back.
The sands were white, and the ruined village rebuilt itself... I heard children
laughing, and saw the Lost Village of Geraptiku as it once was.
There once was a time when all Peophins belonged
to the village of Geraptiku. We were prized above all things in Mystery Island,
and we served our owners faithfully and with much adoration.
The scenes of her story unfolded before me.
The faeries of the island, the ancestors of Jhuidah,
granted my species and our descendants a magical gem to wear upon our crowns.
In turn, this gem allowed us to use magical abilities, some of which were made
stronger by the love between owner and pet.
Then, the inevitable occurred, and Mystery Island
was discovered by the rest of Neopia. New species were introduced to the island:
Myncies, Kyrii, Techos, Nimmos, and more. The novelty of these new pets caused
the descendants of our original creators to forget the traditions of old, and
forget about the Peophins who, for so long, lived in harmony with their people.
The population of Geraptiku dispersed, some leaving the island, the others traveling
south to join the Tiki Tack Man in the Mystery Island Market as all of Neopia
came to visit the newly discovered land.
Our forests became overrun; our village, neglected.
The Peophins of Geraptiku became outcasts, as we were neither bound completely
to the land, nor did we belong completely to the sea.
The eyes of the grey Peophin dimmed slightly,
and I saw the sands, sea and village fade back to their current state.
Ever since then, we have roamed the seas,
forests and mountains in search of a place to belong again.
The faeries granted us long lives, wisdom, and the
ability to bring good fortune to those around us, but these things cannot bring
us the true companionship we seek.
And so we roam alone, shying away from the
people of today, constantly hoping that the days of yesterday may come back...
and maybe... once again...
The grey Peophin took her snout out from under
my hand, and her deep brown eyes looked mournfully at the old village. I closed
my eyes, remembering the images that I had seen, and when I had opened them
again, all I saw was a grey flipper slipping silently beneath the waves.
I stood alone on the beach, sharing in some of
the hope that these Peophins would someday find their home again.
I appeal to you, my readers, to take a little
time out of your busy Neopian lives and walk alone on the northern beaches.
Perhaps you will hear the music, the lonely call, of the forgotten Peophins
Fondly Yours, Psycho
Author's Note: The legends of Geraptiku have been fabricated by the author
and have no relation to its real creation.