The sky was not as she knew it, dark and smooth, but rather
light with many small splotches of streetlight and old-fashioned lanterns. She
felt thickheaded, as if she had just tumbled and twirled too much through the
air to hit a smashing landing on the ground.
But she hadn't. Her bones were fine, none were
broken or seriously damaged. Yet she couldn't exactly remember why, why she
had turned out here. For all she knew, she was supposed to be...
Her mind suppressed a desperate scream, as she
scanned around. One single, small light, a tiniest bit of reflection, was visible
just around the street. She flew forward, chasing the light with haste...
And suddenly she knew. The gears of her mind
turned and her heart beat, both to a rhythm, a sound of decision. The maze around
her grew stronger and more apparent, and once again she hurried forward, trying
to get out, to not stay trapped.
She didn't play this game to win, but not to
lose... As she sprinted forward, her legs and weary mind guided her through
the street, the myriad of thick walls that hampered her ability... to fly?
With some surprise, she slowly stretched out
her new-found wings, and found them perfectly powerful and unmarred. With a
few feathers settled, the wings flapped and she found herself in the air.
Only now did she have a good look at herself,
and she noticed that she was a blue... A pet! Why hadn't she discovered that
before? Clicking her beaks and scratching her jaws, she attempted to fit in
a body that was not hers. It did not feel awfully wrong, but it wasn't exactly
Clawing at the air, she once again felt the sense
of purpose returning to her. The air was her correct element, and it breezily
formed under her wings to carry her upwards, saving her much effort. Slowly
she gained altitude, and took a moment to gaze at the stars while fixing and
getting used to the balance.
The sky was beautiful. Wonderfully dark, now
that she was no longer bound to the acrid asphalt, nor the damp, deep earth.
No longer did it seem threatening, as it had been when she had stood on the
ground, so small and lost.
In the endless midnight sky, she almost half-expectantly
envisioned a midnight sun to rise, between the twinkling stars and the pale
moon, shrouded in a soft, illuminating gauze. The black was not purely black,
but different shades of deep blue, indigo, violet and other dark colors mingling
and mixing. The space felt welcoming, but it also felt... empty.
By looking around again, she had to admit to
herself that it was beautiful, despite the fear it instilled inside her heart.
Slowly but surely her small heart began to beat faster, and once again she lost
that breezy feel she had worn like a second coat...
Flapping her wings, pushing through the wind
that was blowing against her, she reminded herself that she was not here for
a ride of joy, but for something else... Her mind went entirely blank, and she
could not bring herself to remember... as if there was something, or somebody,
who did not want her to remember.
Crashing through the air and breathing in small
puffs of clouds, white and fluffy in daylight but invisible at night, she clawed
the air uselessly. The sky that had given her so much comfort and solace, after
her rude awakening...
It seemed to urge her on, and she took the lead.
Quickly she followed where the gusts carried her, and where the endless trail
littered with stars lead.
There was something important, something that
had been locked in the back of her mind... Something she had placed aside, after
She could not remember, only... Only a few words.
The stars twinkled, and suddenly one word made sense to her.
She wasn't exactly sure what it was, but she
knew she had to fly east. Eastwards her wings flapped, and inhaling the chilly,
crisp fresh air, energy was pumped into her muscles as she flew.
A star followed her, leaving a glittering trail
of stardust that settled upon the illuminated world below her. Suddenly it raced
ahead, as if telling her where to go. The price it paid for its defiance was
no less than death, as it plummeted beyond horizon, never to be seen again.
Morningstar. Was it a star? If it was... Shocked
by the short life span of a star, she sped up. If it was her star... A prickling
feeling down her spine told her that she was running out of time.
Breaking through the stratosphere, she could
see the stars even better now. They varied in their brightness and split into
layers, depending on the distance between her and the star. But where was the
Blind desperation grasped her, and beating crazily
with her wings, she flew towards the east, not knowing where to go. To move
was better to not do anything at all, she concluded as the chaos in her mind
settled down eventually and left her with cold logic.
Morningstar... What could it be, if not a star?
Leaving the earth behind, she noticed from a quick glance that the world she
had left, the one that was faintly familiar, was now just a round little ball.
Her courage failed her, just as it had so many
times before when she had dimly staggered down the streets, occasionally collapsing...
No, she couldn't stop now!
The nearness overwhelmed her. She had not noticed
it in the rush of the dark, ugly feelings that had quickly tied to her heart,
but it had slowly grown stronger.
She was close now... Close to the Morningstar.
A cold wind brushed her face, and even fiercer
icy tornadoes came her way. That something, no, somebody, wanted her out of
the way. The sands of time were dripping, slipping out of her grasp faster than
ever... The sky was turning slightly pink, and bluer by the second...
That pool of courage she had felt before bubbled
inside her, and she forced herself to carry on, through the bad weather that
ruffled her feathers and brought tears of pain to her eyes.
Morningstar was close... but it was not a star,
more like a thing. No, it was something pure and beautiful, something special
and unique... Something more of a soul...
Could it be? An owner? As she broke through the
last heavy atmosphere with the little bit of energy she had left, she spied
a figure. A pretty figure, thin and draped with shawls... Walking towards a
The gateway bubbled maliciously, its two cold,
twisting spirals formed from the deepest violet, and a black, red-tinted orb
adorned the tope of the gate. The lavender clouds beyond were just sinisterly
beautiful enough to view, to entice...
It was all too close now, she realized, as she
landed on the clouds. From afar her mind recognized the fact that she was not
falling down through the clouds, which turned seemingly solid. Leaping forward
with her powerful hind legs, she hoped to catch up to that disappearing figure.
If she didn't... That lovely piece of soul would
be gone, never to return, never to be retrieved again. Already half of it was
passing through the gate, and soon it would be lost. Everything would be lost.
It was her last chance, and with a desperate
lunge, she tried to catch and grasp the fragment that was slipping out of her
Li rubbed her eyes. In approval she viewed the
ice-cold cup of chocolate she had made the previous evening, and shook her head
at the sight of the tossed blankets. Did she really make all this mess?
With dismay the white Blumaroo noticed the stars
faintly disappearing, their light being drowned out by the small but crimson
red sun that was slowly rising from the east. She felt lightheaded, as if she
had experienced something odd.
But she could not remember exactly what it was.
Li sighed with some disappointment; she had hoped to be able to stargaze properly
during the night, but apparently she had fallen asleep way too early...
There was nothing to do but to pick up everything
and put it away. As the Blumaroo got up and collected her items, her mind turned
back to the distant dream, the vision she had seen.
Something about some Morningstar... She definitely
had to check it out in her astronomy books. Was there even such a thing named
as that? Remembering her Chemistry for Beginners lesson, Li's mind discarded
the notion of the Morningstar being a small flower that contained large amounts
"Had fun?" her owner asked when she walked down
the stairs, her mind still sleepily trying to remember the details of the adventure
she had seemed to watch during the night.
No, it wasn't an adventure... It was as if she
had been there, been the Eyrie, flying through the sky and everything, experiencing
that panic, running forward to that evil, menacing gate... And then?
Li shook her head. She couldn't remember, no
matter how much she tried. How odd. Rarely did she have dreams that she remembered,
and only once in a blue moon was it something that was actually memorable.
Could it have been... magic?
The Blumaroo frowned and dismissed that thought.
She wasn't one of those hooky-pooky pets who actually believed in magic. No,
her areas were limited to science, but even her beloved science could not explain
this erratic occurrence.
"You have a visitor," Li's owner called. "She
claims herself to be a friend of all neopets."
Her curiosity awakened, the Blumaroo bounced
down the stairs to find herself staring at nothing less than an Air faerie.
The faerie smiled kindly, her blue lips softly curving into something that displayed
pure joy. Almost-transparent shawls of palest blue were wrapped around her shoulders
and waist, and the slightly lavender hue of the forget-me-not adorned the simple,
stylish dress she wore beneath. Her blonde hair was a bit ruffled, as if by
an invisible wind, and her eyelids were painted in a tasteful, deep blue shade
of the afternoon sky.
Li gasped in recognition. She wasn't completely
sure, but her hunch told her that this was the soul, that beautiful being who
had been so close, walking on the brink of the dark magic that had threatened
to possess... her. Not her, but that 'her'.
"I..." the Blumaroo stuttered, "I had a dream."
Her owner looked curiously at her pet, but did not ask any questions.
"I must thank you for your assistance," the faerie
interrupted with a knowing smile.
"What happened?" Li's owner asked.
"Well, a certain group of dark faeries happened
to overpower me and left me trapped in the body of a neopet, a blue Eyrie. Thanks
to your pet, I managed to grasp my precious soul before it was too late." The
faerie inclined her head slightly. "She has my everlasting gratitude."
"Wow," the Blumaroo's owner uttered.
Slowly Li's mind returned to reality, and the
words those blue, luminescent lips had uttered repeated themselves in her mind.
It made so much more sense now...
"As my thanks, I shall bestow a gift of gratitude
upon your pet," the Air faerie declared.
"Oh, that's not ne..." Li started, but stopped.
How wonderful it had been to have the air rushing below her, carrying her upwards,
flapping and using muscles she had never known... Effortlessly glide through
the air, clawing at nothing, yet rising with a grace that was denied to her
current body... How sorry she was to have ended that experience, never to be
able to attempt something such as that again...
"I can see it," the Air faerie smiled kindly.
"A pair of faerie wings should do it." With a wave of her hand and an incantation,
soon a Faerie Paint Brush appeared in front of Li.
"Thank you," the Blumaroo whispered, her voice
trembling with excitement and pleasure.
"You have done a deed, a kind deed that you yourself
might not know the magnitude of. But I shall know, and remember." The Air faerie
smiled. "Well, I should be getting back to my business about those dratted dark
"Wait!" Li cried out, remembering a thing that
had eluded her for so long. "What was the Morningstar?"
"Oh..." the faerie smiled a small, wry smile.
"I guess I forgot..." She winked with a secretive glance, and suddenly the Blumaroo
understood. Grasping her newly received paint brush, she reveled in the knowledge
that she had just seen the Morningstar.