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The warm wind whipped at my face as I looked up into the
setting sun. I always hated summer. The flowers were in bloom, pets were off from
school, and I was stuck at home with my abusive owner. Summers were evil in my
eye and I knew I would never like anything happy. My owner was mean but rich.
Everyday was another colour or a Lab Ray visit. I had been there so many times
my skin had turned a purplish tint and my wings were larger than ever. I was not
a normal Korbat anymore… I couldn't even be sure if I was a Korbat or something
in-between.
I heard a knock at my door. I got up from my
red stool and went over to the door. I passed my small cot and a box filled
with clothes and magazines. I got to the door and opened it. My owner was there.
I sighed as he led me down the carpeted hall by my wing. I couldn't scream in
agony or that would get me in more trouble. So, I gritted my teeth and bit my
tongue as he bumped me into the banister of the stairs. One of my teeth fell
out onto the floor. I cursed. I didn't mean to but I did. My owner looked back
at me and his foot thumped into me. I winced in pain.
It was just another day in the life of a mistreated
pet named Ariak. At least that was my birth name. I never liked it so I called
myself Darigan. It sounded scary and everyone who heard me speak in my raspy
voice knew I had been through worse times than they had. Everyone in school
feared me and I was considered a bully. I didn't beat anyone up; it was my looks
and voice. No one would be my friend. It turned me into a mean pet with a horrible
owner. I had considered running away, but never had the courage to do so. I
was fed and usually clean and I didn't want that to go away anytime soon. I
put up with harsh treatment for just that: food and a bath at night.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs, my owner
let go of my wing. I sighed and started to move it around a little. Then, my
owner opened the door and came back to me, shoving me out of the house. There
was no protest. He was forcing me to do what I wanted to do. As he shut the
door, I muttered. "You'll get yours someday…" I then walked off the porch and
down onto the sizzling streets of Neopia Central, avoiding all the shocked gasps
and gawking eyes.
Soon, I landed myself in a strange, medieval
like place. I looked up from the ground and saw before me pets dressed up in
weird Renaissance like clothing. They were holding chickens and hens and throwing
them out into a field. I walked into the town a little further when I heard
trumpets. I looked behind me and saw a large Eyrie coming up the road. It held
on top of its massive red wing a blue creature. A Skeith, I guessed.
I quickly moved to the side of the dirt road
where a group of pets were waving and yelling. I, of course at the time, had
no idea who that pet was and what he was doing here. I didn't know that at one
time and place he would be my worst enemy and carry my desire.
I heard a voice and turned my head behind me.
A small Lupe stood on a platform, speaking into what looked liked a trumpet.
"Please welcome the King of Meridell, King Skarl!" I turned around and looked
at the pet on the Eyrie. I was guessing that was the "king". I scoffed. He didn't
look like much of a king to me. Fat, lazy, smiling. Not king material at all.
"Boo!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up into
the air. "Boo! Bring a real leader! Boo!" All I received was a cold stare from
Skarl. I continued yelling, paying no attention to the two guards dragging me
across the dirt ground.
I quieted soon as my voice was starting to hurt.
I might need it later. I finally noticed the two guards who were leading me
across a bridge into a large medieval castle with red, gold, and blue banners
on the sides.
As I was led inside, I saw Skarl, sitting at
a golden throne. Beggars where limping over to me, asking for money. I shooed
them away and started to make my way up to the king after releasing myself from
the guards almost effortlessly. I walked up three steps and stood in front of
his throne. "You are not worthy," I said.
Skarl chuckled. "Oh, am I not?" he asked. "Are
you worthy of king material?"
I stood there, speechless.
"Thought not," he chuckled. "Now, I suggest
you move on out of here before you get yourself in a lot of trouble."
I scowled and turned back. My back turned to
him I said, "You'll get yours one day like everyone else." I saw a golden sphere.
I stared at it for a moment and then brushed past the guards and out two large
oak doors.
I walked around the plains and fields of Meridell.
I heard many whispers. "Look! It's the Skarl hater!" "Son, don't look at that
boy, he's evil."
"You! Hey! Let's get him!" That was when I started
to run at full speed. I took a glimpse behind me and saw seven Shoyrus, each
either red or black. I then turned my head around. Wait…stop…I told myself.
I couldn't. I bashed my head into a tree and blacked out.
I woke up with my eyes blurry. I had to blink
a few times before coming into focus. It seemed I was inside a room. I was laying
on a cold steel bed, concrete walls surrounding me. A Mynci was staring at me.
"Hello," I whispered in my raspy voice. "Where am I?"
"You are in the Citadel, destined to be yours."
The Mynci said. "Lord…what shall your name be?"
I sat upright, my wings coming up to full peak.
I had no idea what was going on, but being a lord was close to a king, if not
better. "I shall be called Lord Darigan and I will be the downfall of Meridell."
The Mynci then helped me up, walking me out
a small wooden door. "As you wish, Lord Darigan."
As I walked out of the room, I knew I would
be the one who destroyed the medieval town of Meridell. And I'd do whatever
it takes whether knife or stone, I'd be digging Skarl's grave.
The End
Authors Note: I have wrote this story just as a theory to why Darigan is
evil and why he wants to destroy Meridell. This never really happened.
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