When I Grow Up...
The Story of Psellia
When you hear the name Psellia here on Neopets, what
is the first thing you think of? Let me take a shot in the dark here, and say
that you automatically think that she is the Air Faerie. Well, of course she
is. She lives high in the clouds with the rest of the faeries, taking good care
of the wind, and controlling how strong it will be. Do you think that that's
the only thing she does? Look again, buddy, old pal. Ever been to the Gallery
of Heroes? If you haven't heard, she's been saving the lives of some of the
strongest warriors in Neopia (warriors that are on the good side, of course).
Psellia has to be my most favourite faerie on
Neopets. She's kind, generous, and gives us a nice breeze once in a while when
we're feeling a little warm. It's a lot of kindness, compared to the kindness
she was given when she was young by her so-called friends. This is the story
of Psellia, and how she became the Air Faerie. No, it's not some silly biography
on her that you think you'll get bored of in the next five minutes, but it's
a story. A story which she probably wouldn't want people to hear, but, here
When Psellia was a little young, she was teased
and made fun of. She wasn't exactly the most popular faerie around. There was
probably a few faeries that gave her an occasional "hello", or wave of the hand,
and most of the faeries that did that are the ones that she works with now -
Fuhnah, Fyora, Illusen, etc. Besides those few faeries, though, there was nobody.
Nobody was nice to her, and because of that, she mostly spent her time alone,
That all changed until one day at school, when
the teacher asked her and everyone else in her class what they wanted to be
when they grew up. The room filled with noise and excited children spoke about
what they wanted to be when they grew up. The silliest answers came from their
mouths, and the teacher was quite amused. She'd heard from everyone, and she
was very happy to see how much the children in her class cooperated.
But then she noticed Psellia, in the corner,
just doodling in her notebook. Quietly, so as not to scare her, the teacher
that went by the name Ms. Fulsom walked up to her, and began to speak to her
from behind. "Psellia, what do you want to be when you grow up?" she asked,
with a sweet smile plastered onto her face. She only meant to be kind, but Psellia
looked up at her, kind of scared and uncertain.
Psellia looked into Ms. Fulsom's eyes with her
blue beady ones. Just like her mother, lots of people compared it to the ocean,
because they were so blue, and deep, and peaceful. Her classmates obviously
didn't seem to think so.
Not wanting to use her voice, Psellia just shrugged,
even though she knew full well what she wanted to be. She'd kept what she wanted
to be when she grew up a secret, and intended to keep it a secret. She didn't
want anyone to know, at least not now. She would keep her mouth shut, and not
tell anyone, not even the teacher, because she knew she would only be criticized
Ms. Fulsom kept her hands on her knees as she
bent down low to be at the same height as Psellia. She wouldn't let her get
away that easily. Psellia had to be the shyest person she knew, and even if
it meant pressing on, asking her what she wanted to be when she grew up and
making her uncomfortable, she would crack her tiny shell, just so she could
come out of and make some friends.
"Oh, that can't be true," she said, coaxingly,
"What do you want to be?"
Psellia shook her head.
"Class!" the teacher chimed, clapping her hands.
The children grew quiet, and she continued to talk when she had their full attention,
"Psellia here wants to tell us what she wants to be when she's older! Come on,
Psellia. Don't be shy,".
Psellia's cheeks flamed. They grew to a tomato
looking colour, and the whole class began to laugh. Not only because her cheeks
looked like they were on fire, but because the teacher wanted them to actually
listen to Psellia! None of them did that. She didn't really expect them to,
did she? Because they weren't going to.
"Now, class! Stop laughing. You're going to
listen to Psellia!" she said. Now they had no choice. They were practically
ordered to listen to Psellia!
When they finally stopped laughing, Psellia
stood up, but only because she was told to do so. She kept her arms firmly at
her side, and kept her gaze on her feet, looking at nothing else except that.
Slowly, she moved her mouth, and words began to form, "I...I want to be an Air
Faerie," she finally said, her gaze finally ripping away from her feet and to
the many seated children in the classroom.
She waited intently for a response. No one made
a sound, until one girl that she really disliked (her mother told her never
to use the word hate because it was too strong), began laughing her purple and
green streaked head off.
"You can't be an Air Faerie!" Jhudora cackled,
pointing a long green painted fingernail at her. "You're so tiny, and you're
not strong enough! Why would you want to be an Air Faerie, anyway? I mean, all
they ever do is make the wind become strong or not strong! What's the whole
point of that?" she asked rudely. Psellia's feelings had never been more hurt.
"Now, now," Ms. Fulsom began, putting on a stern
look, "Jhudora, you are not supposed to laugh at other people's ideas! Say you're
sorry," she ordered.
Jhudora mumbled an apology and went back to
drawing on her piece of paper. "Now, Psellia," Ms. Fulsom continued, "Tell us
why you would like to become an Air Faerie," she asked.
It took a while for Psellia to answer. Why did
she want to be an Air Faerie when she grew up? This was a no-brainer for her,
but, what would the people in her class think? They'd probably just laugh at
her, but she'd take her chances. She thought that once they'd heard her reasons,
they wouldn't be so mean to her anymore.
She took a deep breath, and said, "I want to
be an Air Faerie because they're all really nice. They can control the wind,
which is basically the weather, and can blow the clouds away so the sun can
shine! They all live high up in the air, lying down on clouds, and everyone
knows that clouds are the softest beds around! They get the most sunshine because
they live so high up, and...and..." she stuttered.
"What is it?" Ms. Fulsom asked.
Psellia took another deep breath. "And they
treat everyone equally - unlike some of the people I know," she finally finished,
and gave a nasty glare towards Jhudora. She took her seat, and continued to
draw once more, as if she'd never spoken anything.
Later that day, kids came up to her at recess,
congratulating her on her braveness. No one had ever stood up in front of the
class to tell everyone what they wanted to be when they grew up. Everyone in
her class seemed to idolize her. It was for a pretty dumb reason, but at least
she wasn't being treated badly, right?
Who knew later on in her life she would actually
become an Air Faerie, the greatest of them all, saving lives and controlling
the wind. Her face would be plastered onto a Neopets Collectables Card and a
TCG Card. People all over Meridell would be thanking her for saving the life
of Jeran, their most beloved warrior.
So, now that you know Psellia just a little
bit more than you used to, what is the first thing that comes to your mind when
you hear her name? Is it Air Faerie? Is it wind? Is it helpless-little-girl-that's-made-fun-of-all-her-classmates-but-not-anymore?
It could be lots of things, but whenever a slight breeze ruffles your hair,
know that it was Psellia the Air Faerie. Always doing kind deeds, like saving
you from a hot summer's day.