Our Faerie Queen: Bit n' Pieces

by sportz_gal200

The Faerie Queen's Early Years

It all started one sunny, spring morning when all the daffodils were in bloom, the blue birds were singing gleefully and the bumblebees were buzzing around the Morning Glories. A small "faechild" sprinted happily around her front yard, her beautiful blonde hair was waving behind her. This little girl's name was Kaeldra. She had a face full of freckles and her eyes were as blue and twinkling as Aquamarines. Her parents, Byrn (mom) and Orrik (dad) had found her perched on a rock, staring at the stars late one night. Worried, Byrn pleaded for Orrik to allow her to bring the small toddler home, for her parents were no where in sight.

Finally, after a good 5 minutes, Orrik gave in and carried the toddler home. Byrn had not given birth before, nor adopted a child.

"First,'' Byrn commented, "We should name her."

She stared questioningly at Orrik. He frowned and gazed at the faechild. "Hmmm..." he said, "How about...Myrra!"

Orrik smiled, obviously proud of himself. Byrn on the other hand, wasn't. She cocked her head and bit her lower lip, than started laughing hysterically! "What!" Orrik pouted. "I thought it was a nice name!"

Byrn shook her head, still giggling. "It is," she sighed.

"It just doesn't really....suit her. How about...Kaeldra!" Orrik paused, and than nodded. He was surprised at how ghostly Kaeldra's...ergh....the faechild's eyes were. They were so much of a pale blue, so enchanting.

"Kaeldra," Orrik said dreamily. "Perfect isn't it?" Byrn looked sleepy from Orrik's point of view.

"C'mon,'' he said and pointed Byrn toward the bedroom. Orrik finally pursuaded Byrn to rest her droopy eyelids. Once she was finally asleep, Orrik cradled Kaeldra to sleep in his bulky arms. Finally, they were blessed with a child. Now, sadly, Kaeldra's loving mother, Byrn, has passed away and Kaeldra lives with her father, Orrik. No one is quite sure what horrid thing happened to Byrn, but rumors pass by that a powerful Dragon has passed by in Faerieland quite a few times....Anyway this is what is happening to Kaeldra right now........

As Kaeldra listened to her father's conversation over the telephone, she started to suspect more and more what was going on.

First of all, she heard her dad ask Hadin, her Aunt, if Kaeldra could live with her for a little while. THEN, He told her aunt that he couldn't afford two faeries anymore. That gave it away, Orrik was abandoning Kaeldra! She kneeled there, staring at an old, faded photo of her mother, wanting to be with her so badly. A tear trickled down Kaeldra's freckled face and dripped onto the faded photo. Suddenly, it came to her, she must escape. Kaeldra ran into her room, covered in tears and grass. First of all, the tears came from crying, and the grass came from Kaeldra running outside and rolling in a patch of clovers.

OK, now second of all, she needed to make a plan, to ESCAPE! Kaeldra was filled with rage. How could her father do this! Abandon his one and only daughter! Of course, he had changed since her mother had...well, passed away. Kaeldra never liked discussing this incident. It happened so very long ago. So far, Kaeldra had counted two years! Well, now is not the time to talk about that kind of information. Kaeldra was trying to focus on escaping, when Orrik burst into her room.

"OUT!" he cried. "THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR RUINING YOUR MOTHER'S LAST PICTURE!"

Kaeldra, eyes flowing with tears, blocked out whatever Orrik was saying. "He has changed," she thought. "This is NOT my father!"

Orrik's eyes were bloodshot. "TEARS WILL NOT STOP MY RAGE, OUT!" And with that, Orrik grabbed Kaeldra and flew to her Aunts.

Kaeldra stood, frozen at the door. She licked her lips, salty from the tears. Her Aunt Hadin looked at Orrik, confused. She pulled her inside and discussed what happened with Kaeldra's father.

After a half hour, Hadin stepped through the open, walnut door. "What happened to you?" she asked, obviously concerned. Kaeldra sighed, exhausted. Aunt Hadin smiled and told Kaeldra that she needed rest, so she sent Kaeldra to her room, having no idea that she would lose her the next morning.

Early the next morning, somewhat before dawn, Kaeldra gazed at the window, droopy eyelids and all. She would have packed her bags...if she had any. Kaeldra peered down the creaky, old stairs. She wrinkled her brow and decided to take the window. The stairs were to risky. As she tiptoed into the guest bedroom, she took one look at her stuffed, raggedy old toy rabbit that she had since she was a baby. Kaeldra shrugged, and took two steps back. As she ran, she grabbed the rabbit off the bed and, POW! She was off in a surge of light. Of course, even Kaeldra had to run and jump before she could fly! Before her Aunt Hadin awoke, she was off, out the window, bunny in hand, on an adventure of a lifetime, that not even she, Kaeldra Heathersweed, had imagined she would get into.

Kaeldra sat, perched on the top off a grassy hill. The grass was so green and pure. She had placed a circlet of daisies throughout her blonde hair. Kaeldra sighed, hopped to her feet and brushed the grass off her dirty dress. She fluttered her lavender wings and took a few steps back. As she began to run, Kaeldra stumbled and tripped over the smallest thing.

She twirled through the air and SMACK! She landed right on her face. "Oww!" She cried, and glared behind her. There, behind her was a beautiful purple stone, glowing and shining a lavender color. Kaeldra crawled toward it on her bloody hands and knees. She sprawled her right index finger out to reach it. As soon as she ran her finger tip over the glossy surface of the strange stone purple and silver sparkles started to form around her finger.

Kaeldra was around ten now, and thought she knew everything. But, the faechild and no explanation for this. The sparkles surrounded Kaeldra and blew her hair in her face. The glowing made Kaeldra's face purple! Suddenly it all stopped and the dust/sparkles disappeared in a snap. Kaeldra sat there, gaping at the thought of what just happened. She searched the grass for the jewel, but never found it. Little did she know, that the jewel had dissolved into her finger. It had made its way to her heart, body, soul and mind. Kaeldra Heathersweed was blessed.

Her Teen Years:

Kaeldra had now roamed the lands of Neopia for 3 years, and had stopped every once and a while from house to house to ask for a place to sleep or some food. Today in particular, Kaeldra was visiting a very familiar town.....

Kaeldra crouched behind a brick wall as she heard a tall man talking to a pretty women. "Have you heard?" he questioned the women. "About our war going on in Hurbuy."

The women shook her head. Her face was now concerned. Kaeldra turned around and pressed her back and body against the cool bricks.

"What war?" she thought. Kaeldra behind a small Faerie house and instantly before her eyes was a huge castle. "So elegant! Must be the kings...or should I say prince. He is only about a good estimate of fourteen."

Kaeldra quietly approached the castle doors. She scampered up the steps and grasped the golden knob. CRRRRREAK! She slid inside the small crack. Suddenly, Kaeldra was starting to feel strange inside. "The purple and silver dust.."

She remembered the sparkles from when she was a child. They were back...again. She gazed into a clear mirror and stared in amazement as the sparkles transformed her before her own eyes. First, her golden hair turned to a light purple with streams of sterling silver. Then, her aquamarine eyes faded into a pale lavender, with shocking black as night pupils. Her freckles instantly vanished and last, her legs and arms grew long and thin. She stared, intently into the mirror, touching it with her long fingernails every so often. Without remembering where she was, Kaeldra ventured toward large golden doors. She pushed lightly and suddenly, a large crowd of guards surrounded her.

"Halt!" one cried.

"Who goes there?!?!?" cried another.

Kaeldra blinked and whispered quietly a quick excuse. "Uh...may I speak to the king?" Her pale face blushed and her thin arms quivered. She glanced down at the floor, noticing it was a pale blue. The first guard grabbed her right arm and dragged her toward the king. Kaeldra staggered and instantly fell onto the pale blue floor in front of the king.

She gazed up into the sea green eyes of the thoughtful king. She remembered from quite a while ago that his name was.....Rog. Yes, Rog.

He stared at her, speechless obviously. He called for a guard. "I must know the name of such a beautiful maiden. What is her name?"

The guard stood there, not quite sure what to do. He lingered over toward Kaeldra. "Your name, milady."

She sat their, staring up, up, up. He was quite a tall guard. "Uhh...K...Kae...Kaeldra. Kaeldra....Ularih."

The guard nodded and pranced back to the king. He whispered some sort of rubbish into his ear. The king finally spoke, "Join us for dinner, Kaeldra." He smiled a crooked grin.

Kaeldra sat next to the king at dinner. She nibbled a bit but she never really "ate." This food was way too fancy for her. Every once in a while, she caught a long glance of the king staring intently at her. She always would smile back at him, then continue chewing. Quietly, after dinner was over, he pulled her sharply behind a corner.

"You obviously have heard," he said softly. She shrugged not quite sure what the king was speaking of. The King gasped, maybe offended, Kaeldra wasn't sure. "About the...war."

Kaeldra's memory flickered on and off like a firefly. She squinted, then nodded briefly.

"I need you Kaeldra Ularih." He smiled. Kaeldra knew what was happening. "Wha? My name is...'' Kaeldra suddenly remember. She was under cover! She winced. ''Kaeldra Ularih. Yes, that is my name. What may I do for you?"

The king grasped her shoulder. He closed his eyes and shuddered. He stared, blankly at her. "Would you spend the night...in the guest bedroom?" Kaeldra cocked her pale head and nodded. Rog smiled, then led Kaeldra to her room. He assured her that she was in no danger of the warriors, for the palace was well protected. Before leaving, Rog scurried to her bedside table and placed a piece of gold embroidered paper in the middle of the table, then trotted out of the room. Kaeldra walked out of the bathroom and immediately noticed the paper on her table. She hopped in bed and read aloud to herself. She stared, horrified at the wall. She was NOT prepared for this.

It had been three weeks and two years since the war had ended, and Kaeldra still lived at the palace in Faerieland. She twirled a strand of her lavender hair. She had gotten used to the sudden change. Kaeldra had dated the King a few times since the war had ended, and she was Seventeen now, old enough to get married. Kaeldra was perched on a stone bench outside the palace, her lavender wings flowing like water in the cool, spring breeze. Rog trotted out toward her. Kaeldra stood up and gave him a good squeeze. They had become good friends now.

"Kaeldra my dear, I have to speak with you." Rog looked dead serious. Kaeldra had her hair in an up-do today and she kept playing with the bits and pieces that had fallen out.

"Yes?" Kaeldra was excited. Rog always had good news. This time was different.

Rog dropped down on his knees and hurled out a gold box. "Will You Marry Me?" He revealed the ring inside the box. Kaeldra gasped for air. She couldn't breath! Inside the box was...another purple jewel. She squeezed her eyes shut and sprawled out on the grass. The jewel glowed brighter and brighter, as if it was absorbing Kaeldra's energy. Rog began panicking. He reached for Kaeldra, but she lay their. The jewel stopped glowing, and lay thrown on the ground.

Suddenly, Kaeldra awoke, almost as if...renewed! Rog sat on the ground, shaking his head in disgrace and sweating terribly. Kaeldra sat up with tears streaming down her face.

''Rog," she spoke softly. "I don't know." She sat there, staring at him shaking his head. Kaeldra gazed at the jeweled ring. ''Yes," she whispered. "I shall marry you." With a little 'whoop!' Rog arose and brought Kaeldra to her feet. This wedding would be huge!

A note from the author: Well, I bet you know what the note on Kaeldra's table was now! Of course, this is only your teen years, and I am sorry but I cannot write about the wedding. The dear Faerie queen has requested for me to keep it to myself!

The End