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"The Inner Pleas of Deathball the Wraith" by chasing_stars44
He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to hurt anybody. He had no choice in what he was doing. The yellow Meerca clearly remembered the beginning of the Faerie Festival. He was so excited to see all the faeries having fun. He wanted to take part in it himself. The Meerca wasn't able to travel to Faerieland for the event. It was a shame, too. He wanted to have fun with all of the Neopets, he wanted to see the faeries, he wanted to take part in all the fun activities. That was all the Meerca wanted to do. "Do you want to go to the Faerie Festival?" That offer. The Meerca shouldn't have taken the offer, especially from somebody as shady as that being was. Deep down, the Meerca knew it was a bad idea to go along with it. Still, he had always wanted to visit Faerieland. He wanted to meet Kaia and Fyora and Taelia and all the other faeries. What better time to do that than the Faerie Festival? So he took the offer. That decision would haunt him for the rest of his life. There were more Neopets the figure said was coming along to the Faerie Festival. The Meerca didn't know any of the Neopets. However, they all looked like nice Neopets. As the group traveled, the Meerca began to talk to a blue Jetsam. That Jetsam was an interesting Neopet. Then the being asked for everybody's attention. And that was when things started going south. The being began chanting something that nobody understood. A beam of bright pink light shot towards the Jetsam. Once the light hit the Jetsam, some dark purple energy began to envelop him. All of the other Neopets panicked and began to flee. They ran as fast as possible. The Meerca felt getting hit by that beam of light. He felt the purple energy swirling around, slowly consuming him. It felt cold and hot at the same time. It hurt. The Meerca wanted to run, but he was frozen in place. When everything stopped, the Meerca looked at himself. His hands were no longer yellow, but purple and made of that energy that had once been spiraling around him and the other Neopets. He looked down at his feet. They were not there anymore; they were replaced with a puddle of energy. His tail had turned into a pink mist that floated around him. He was a wraith now.




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