Blessing: Part Two
It was nearly dusk when Allara opened her eyes again. The
Miamouse sat beside her, fur covered in mud, but no worse for wear.
Seeing the Acara was awake again, the little
Petpet rushed to her side, purring gently and delicately running a tiny paw
over Allara's face.
"What... what happened?" Allara asked, knowing
that there was no explanation forthcoming but needing to ask the question nonetheless.
She looked around the clearing. The sounds of
birds had returned and Kreludor was slowly rising up above the trees.
"Beautiful..." she mused, watching for several
long minutes as the Neopian moon made its climb to join the stars in the awe
inspiring night sky. The stars themselves hung in the heavens like thousand
of tiny candles, occasionally breaking free of their orbits and shooting across
in the night, leaving trials of fire and glowing debris in their wake. The night
was a truly peaceful time in Neopia. But there would be no peace for Allara.
That much was for certain.
Climbing to her feet, she turned her attention
back to the tiny form of the Miamouse dancing at the edge of the clearing. The
little Petpet was trying to tell her something, but Allara had no idea what
it could be. Without a second's thought, Allara ran across the clearing to her
new found friend and peered into the underbrush.
There, lying not ten feet from the edge of the
clearing, was a slumping form of a Faerie. Not the abomination Allara had banished
earlier, but the beautiful, perfect form of an Air Faerie of the Faerie Kingdom.
Allara gasped at the site of the injured Faerie
and though she was sure that the creature had heard her, it made no move to
escape. When she was close enough to see the Faerie in full detail, she noted
many injuries riddling the Faerie's delicate form. The Miamouse rushed to the
Faerie's side, nuzzling up against her in an attempt to breathe some life into
the battered Lady of the Air.
"Your owner," Allara said to herself. "What happened
To her surprise, the Faerie looked up at her,
beautiful blue eyes like pools of pure, placid water met with those of the young
Acara. "The creature you have temporarily defeated... attacked... me."
It was obvious that even speaking was painful
for the Faerie, but Allara needed more information, a feeling she could not
identify was burning within her.
"Courage," the Faerie gasped, "it is a gift that
you have been blessed with young Acara. You have triumphed where so many have
fallen short. Even I could not stop the beast. So I shall tell you of it, before
my essence returns to forever reside with the stars."
Allara nodded, intent on hearing all the Air
Faerie had to say. She felt the warmth of tears forming in her eyes again, but
fought them back. This was no time to show weakness.
Yet again the Faerie responded as if it had been
reading her thoughts. "Tears are not weakness, Allara. Being afraid to show
what you truly feel, that is weakness. Let that be a lesson to you. Always be
who you are. Do not deceive, for deceit is a path to wickedness."
Allara nodded again, doing her best to remember
each and every word the wise Faerie bestowed upon her.
"The creature you just encountered was once a
Faerie just like I am. She was held in the highest regard by Fyora herself and
aided the people of the Faerie Kingdom against countless attacks led by Dark
Faeries and other, even more malignant opponents. However, her desire to be
appreciated for her work went beyond the normal bounds. She began to demand
things for his work. She wanted to be worshipped."
Allara's eyes widened. She had referred to herself
as a fallen faerie in their short encounter. She quickly quieted her own thoughts
and continued to listen to the Faerie's tale.
"Fyora pleaded with her for many months to stop
her tainted ways. For she knew that the taint would spread and that one day,
the mighty Bayoragan would know nothing but the greed that burned in her hungry
"So Fyora was forced to banish her from Faerieland..."
Allara said, finishing the Air Faerie's thought.
"Indeed," she replied, a thin smile crossing
her beautiful countenance. "You must go to Faerieland and tell Fyora that Bayoragan
has bested me. She will need to prepare to face the Fallen Faerie."
Allara's mind was whirling. She was only a child
and not nearly brave enough for such an undertaking. Why was this happening
to her? What was she going to do?
"Do not doubt, child," the Air Faerie whispered.
"Your stumbling upon this Miamouse was not purely a coincidence, for there is
more to this little Petpet than one might first assume. That is why Bayoragan
stalked you and used her influences to lead you astray in these woods. Take
this charm, it will allow you to speak with Mi Toria. That is her name. She
will be your guide..."
The Air Faerie held out a strangely glowing locket,
motioning for Allara to take it. The Acara reached out, gently taking the artifact
from the Air Faerie's hands. As soon as she did, she found she could understand
"Goodbye...Yailwin," the Miamouse was saying
"This is not goodbye," the Air Faerie, Yailwin,
replied soothingly. "I shall join the stars in the night sky, look to them and
you will know that I am with you."
A gentle smile pushed back Mi Toria's tears as
she looked up to regard the countless stars dotting the night sky.
With that, Yailwin slowly faded until she was
nothing but a thousand tiny points of light, dancing around where the Faerie
had been. They suddenly came together, tightly, spinning around one another,
and then burst outward, rushing up towards the heavens.
Allara fell back, landing heavily on the ground.
The weight of all that had just been told to her seemed to drag her down.
Mi Toria rushed quickly to her side, putting
a comforting paw on the Acara's shoulder. "We will be ok," the Miamouse said.
There was no doubt in the tiny creature's voice and so Allara felt a momentary
reprieve from her burden.
"But what must I do?" she inquired at long last.
"We," Mi Toria replied, a sly smile crossing
her delicate face, "we must make our way back to your mother and inform her
of what you must do. Then we must go to Faerieland before Bayoragan gains any
more of her power."
"But...we're lost!" Allara protested.
"Not so," replied Mi Toria. "Now that Bayoragan's
influence has worn off, I know where we are and can easily guide you back to
Allara looked at the little creature skeptically.
"Are you sure you're just a little Miamouse?"
Mi Toria chuckled at the question but did not
answer Allara directly. Instead, she looked around the clearing for a few minutes,
then pointed off into the gloom. "Your house is that way," she chirped.
"That's all fine and dandy," Allara mumbled once
Mi Toria was out of earshot, "just don't go turning into anything unnatural."
Suppressing her fear she chased after Mi Toria
and into the darkness of Meri Acre Woods. Despite her apprehension she soon
discovered that even in the gloom she was passing by many things that she recognized
from her daily trips to the market. With each step she found that she was trusting
the little Miamouse more and more. And though they spoke not a word, Allara
decided she really liked the little Petpet and would beg her mom to let her
keep it should the current Fallen Faerie issues be put to rest.
Together, Allara and Mi Toria broke from the
woods and made their way across the farmlands and back towards the Acara's home.
It would be a site for sore eyes indeed after a long and exhausting day, though
Allara knew it would only be a short visit.
The young Acara took off at a run as she came
into view of her house. Her mother was out in the yard and when she saw Allara
approaching, tears streamed freely down her cheeks.
Mi Toria did her best to keep up with the charging
Acara, but could not match her pace and decided to conserve her energy, walking
the rest of the distance to Allara's mother.
"Allara, dear!" her mother cried out between
gasps. "I didn't know what to think! I didn't know what could have happened
to you! I was so worried! You're usually home by midday!"
She threw her weary arms around her daughter
and held her close. Allara looked into her mother's hollow, tear soaked eyes
and wept freely, releasing all the emotions that had welled up inside her during
The long day had weighed heavily upon the old
Acara's soul as well and that fact was made quite clear by her dishevelled appearance.
Her matted fur clung to her body, her eyes were sunken and rimmed with red,
and it was a miracle that she had any tears left to cry at all.
When the embrace at last ended, Allara reached
into her pack, pulling from it all of the items her mother had sent her to purchase.
"Tomi gave me another big discount, mom," Allara
smiled, brushing away her tears as she did. "But he didn't seem to be his usual
"Don't worry about that now, dear, come inside!
Get some food!"
It was then that Allara saw Mi Toria, standing
off to the side, and remembered what it was she had to do.
"Mom, I can't stay," Allara stated slowly, measuring
her mother's reaction to each word as she said it. She could see a mix of sadness
and anger in her mother's eyes but she knew what needed to be done. "Mom, I
have to go to Faerieland. An evil Faerie attacked me today and left this Miamouse
without an owner," she continued, pointing towards Mi Toria, who smiled warmly.
"You were attacked? By an evil Faerie?" her mother
inquired skeptically, anger edging her tone. "Enough of your silly games, Allara.
I was worried sick about you! Don't go making things worse with any fanciful
tales." She paused for a long while, staring solemnly at her daughter. "I think
I will be going in to the market tomorrow myself."
Allara's mind rushed over the possibilities.
She didn't even understand her own powers and had no way of knowing how long
it would be before Bayoragan came after her again. Or worse, went after Queen
Her gaze finally fell upon Mi Toria whom she
had only met that morning. Perhaps the tiny creature could convince her mother
of what had to be done. How could her mom not believe a talking Petpet?
"Mom, I got you something," Allara whispered,
handing the Air Faerie's locket to her mother who looked at it for a brief moment
before accepting the gift from her daughter. As soon as Allara let go of the
magical item, Mi Toria began to talk.
Allara's mother stood there for quite some time,
staring incredulously at the talking Petpet. But as the little Miamouse spoke,
the look of anger that had burned in her eyes slowly softened and finally a
small smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"I don't know where you found this little lady,"
Allara's mother said at long last, "but she tells me you saved her life? That
you have a gift. That you need to go to see Fyora, Queen of the Faeries." She
stopped for a long time, looking back and forth between her young, innocent
looking daughter, and the tiny chattering creature she was trusting with that
daughter's very life. "I don't know why, Allara, but I trust Mi Toria. Please
come back to me safely!"
Tears began to flow freely down her mother's
cheeks once more and Allara herself felt the all too familiar warmth of tears
forming in the corners of her own eyes. They embraced one last time and then
both turned to look at Mi Toria.
"You take care of my daughter," Allara's mother
whispered to the Miamouse as she handed the Air Faerie's locket back to her
"Your daughter shall take care of us both," Mi Toria replied. But all Allara's mother heard was the familiar chirping noise
that all Miamice made.
And for that Allara was thankful.
To be continued...