Jhuidah and the Cooking Pot
The whooshing sound of the magical ball faded. The young
faerie turned her head around and spied a figure in a dark cloak. Curious, she
ran towards the stranger. She had forgotten everything about the game, and that
person was the only thing on her mind.
Her friends didn't notice her disappearance.
The faerie ran towards the stranger, eager to see what kind of face the dark
cloak hid. But she never got the chance to. As soon as the young faerie had
reached the stranger, the cloak swept around her and she fell unconscious.
"Curious brats," the faerie heard the stranger
mutter when she opened her eyes. She took a close look at the mysterious stranger...
or should she say... faerie? It really did sound like a faerie's voice. The
stranger had narrow shoulders and a slender body, telltale signs of a faerie.
The young one decided that it had to be a faerie who had brought her here.
What was 'here'? The young faerie looked around,
and saw a huge amount of tropical plants. Then she spied what would be her life's
work. A big, green, mean pot shone in the bright sunlight.
"Welcome to Mystery Island," the stranger said.
"Mystery Island?" the young faerie repeated,
mystified. "What's a Mystery Island?"
"It's a place where you'll be staying." The cloaked
faerie took a look at the little one, and continued. "This is your destiny."
"Destiny?" the faerie repeated, confused. No
way! Did she really have a destiny, a faerie that hadn't even entered the prestigious
Faerie Academy? But then again, she was different. The young faerie remembered
how the others had teased her because of the color of her skin, the weird wings
and the fact that there was always a flower in her curled hair for some reason.
"Yes. You are Jhuidah, and you are destined to
be the guardian of the Cooking Pot."
"Jhuidah" the young one said, tasting the name
on tip of her tongue. Mysterious, exotic... Yes, it was a good name. She smiled
a kind smile at the stranger, for Jhuidah had only been taught to be kind. "And
what do I do?"
"You'll be learning how to work with the Cooking
Pot," the stranger said.
"Great!" the faerie said cheerfully. She had
never encountered anything like this. Her old world had been filled with happiness,
joy and the occasional bickering, but she was oblivious to the true evils of
the world. "But... What about you? What is your name?"
"My name I will not give so freely," the stranger
said. "I'll be your instructor, so please call me the Instructor."
"Ah... I see!" Jhuidah smiled. "So, what do I
do with the pot?"
"That's for you to discover," the Instructor
said with a mysterious smile and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Jhuidah shook her head with a puzzled look on
her face. "Secrets, eh?" she muttered as she walked towards the Cooking Pot.
The pot was in a color of deep green, and faint
red glowed beneath. Jhuidah supposed that it was the fire that would keep the
pot cooking, since it was called the Cooking Pot. She noticed a big spoon, which
was probably used to stir the contents of the pot. Beside the pot were a few
white skulls, and with a shudder the young faerie wondered if any daredevil
adventurers had attempted to cook using the pot.
"You're the only one who can do it. You and you
alone..." the whisper came from the winds, but the young faerie realized that
it had to be her Instructor. She smiled again, thinking that the pot wouldn't
be so bad after all.
With a determined face expression, the faerie
stopped in front of the pot and looked at it. She inhaled, feeling that there
might be a spirit of the Cooking Pot. Then she bent down on her knees and faced
the pot, reaching out her hand.
"Hi Mr. Cooking Pot," the young faerie said in
a childish way. "I'm Jhuidah and I'll be your guardian. Let's be good friends,
The pot didn't feel so agreeable. It spat out
several smoke puffs, forcing the poor faerie to cough several times and wipe
her teary eyes before she could function normally. She looked at the Pot, wondering
why it was mean to her.
"Aww... I thought we were friends," she said,
putting one hand on the spoon. The spoon immediately flew up and hit her head
several times, making the flower on Jhuidah's head wilt. The faerie wasn't a
slow girl, and she quickly realized that the Pot wanted to be alone.
"But you won't be alone," the young faerie said,
patting the pot and attempting to make it less hostile. "Because I'll be with
you!" The Pot shivered a little, and more smoke found its way to Jhuidah's nose.
Jhuidah sighed. This Cooking Pot seemed like
an impossible case. Her hopeful self wouldn't give up, and she sat down on the
ground to watch the sunset.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked the pot as they
watched the beautiful red sun disappear at the end of the horizon.
Jhuidah managed to convince the Cooking Pot that
she wasn't such a bad person during the next few weeks. 'Taming' the pot wasn't
so bad, but then the Instructor appeared and said that she had to cook in the
It was hard to find things to cook with in Mystery
Island. She managed to get several kinds of fruits from the ground, but the
better ones hung in trees. One day Jhuidah decided that she would climb a tree
and see if she could get a fruit.
She walked towards the tree, feeling nervous
but confident. She had managed to be friends with the hostile Cooking Pot (who
wasn't so hostile anymore, by the way), so this couldn't be harder than that.
But still... Jhuidah reminded herself that she had a fear of heights, and bit
her nails as she came closer to the tree.
"Go for it, Island Faerie," the Instructor's
voice whispered from the wind. Jhuidah smiled, feeling encouraged. She grabbed
the tree and started to climb up the trunk, hoping that she wouldn't fall down.
One, two, one, two...
Finally she dared to open her eyes, and from
the top of the tree Jhuidah saw the whole Mystery Island. The Island was bigger
than she had thought. There were mountains, little bubbling streams, villages
and even boats! The faerie smiled as she grabbed the fruit and slid down the
When her feet reached the ground, she felt safe.
She was amazed at herself, for doing such daring things. That tree had changed
her perspective. Jhuidah had thought that her current little world consisted
only of her and the pot on a secret island, but now she knew that she was wrong.
There were other people here, even though it felt like it was only her and the
With her hands full of fruit, the Island Faerie
started running back to her dear Cooking Pot. She dumped all the fruit inside
the pot, and whispered the magical words that would ignite a fire under the
bottom of the Pot.
"We aren't alone," she said to the pot as she
stirred the fruits around. "Even though it may feel like our little place, there
will be others to come."
The Cooking Pot released some smoke and Jhuidah
coughed. "Well, it is true." She stopped stirring and fell on her knees, looking
at the pot with a soft and fond expression on her face. "Don't worry... I won't
leave you. I'm already appointed to you, so I can't even if I wanted, and I
don't want to." She smiled, got up and started stirring again.
But the Pot wasn't so easily convinced. It spat
out all the fruits, refused to cook and made trouble. Jhuidah sighed. By now
she had realized why the Instructor had chosen her for this task. Despite that,
she didn't feel patient. But she had to be nice and act wisely, or the Pot might
blow the rest of her fruits up.
The Island Faerie went off to retrieve her fruits.
She put them inside the Pot and tried to cook again, patting and whispering
to it gently as if it was a pet.
"Good job," someone said. Alarmed, Jhuidah turned
around and saw that it was only the Instructor. "You have fulfilled your task.
The Cooking Pot will be open to Neopia in a week or two."
"So it's not only us..." the Island Faerie whispered
to the Pot. She looked at the Instructor, and her voice shivered as she asked,
"So I... I won't be needed here anymore?"
"That's right," the Instructor said coldly, reaching
out a hand. "Don't you miss your friends? Don't you wish for a normal life?"
"I do..." Jhuidah whispered. She looked at the
Cooking Pot. It was sitting there, looking lonely. The fire under the pot was
diminishing. "But," the Island Faerie said, turning her head around and looking
at the Instructor, "I can't leave."
"I'm afraid that..." the Instructor started.
The tears on the ground convinced her. She sighed, walked up to Jhuidah and
squeezed her shoulder.
"I see," the stranger said, for in that moment
the Instructor was a stranger to Jhuidah How could she be so cold and ask Jhuidah
to leave when the Island Faerie had taken care of the pot for... she didn't
know how long it had been... With a twitch, Jhuidah realized that she had spent
almost all of her life with the Cooking Pot. There was no way she would leave
the poor thing by itself!
"Congratulations," the Instructor said. "You
passed the test, and you may now be the official Island Faerie, the Guardian
of the Cooking Pot." The cloaked faerie raised her left arm and glittery things
appeared, falling on Jhuidah "These are your new powers. Use them wisely." With
that, the Instructor disappeared in a gust of powerful wind.
Stunned, Jhuidah stared at the spot where the
Instructor had been standing just a few seconds ago. Then she felt the Pot's
movements, the familiar stirring and smiled. Yes. It was all right.
The Island Faerie stretched, sensed the powers
inside her as she heard footsteps. Jhuidah whirled around and saw a group of
curious Neopians coming, eager to try out the new thing in Neopia, the Cooking
Pot that she had worked with so long.
With a gentle smile, Jhuidah introduced her companion,
the Cooking Pot. Those owners and pets nodded politely and tried their items
out. They laughed and enjoyed the Pot. The Island Faerie secret shook her head
as she watched the excited Neopians leave. Then she bent down and polished the
Pot, whispering words of encouragement. The new future seemed bright, but they
mustn't forget the past, which bonded them together. With the sun setting behind
them, the pot and the faerie were ready.