Genta

 

One who gives her all

Truly a cancer ~ temperamental ~ sometimes it shows

First one to graduate college

Aunt to Ebony, Erique, Matt, Tyler, Brina, Bryson, Darren & Marion

Believer in all that is true

A survivor not a victim of mental and physical abuse

A person learning to leave it on the altar and to pray always

Not easily influenced

hardly understood

Always has an opinion and something to say

Will not stop until her point is heard

Always holding on ... trying to remain strong

Holds on by s thread sometimes

Loves too much and too deep

Very devoted to everyone in my life

Pleased to be who I choose to be

Genta Hughes 

 

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The Clock Winked

 

Anny Ong

 

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Thoughts of You
~Corina Carrasco

I thought of you today
it made me smile
and remember
our day, our visit

I thought of you today
it made me think
about what we have
and what we don't

All that matters is
that you are in my life,
the alternative is
unimaginable

The clean smell of your hair
the funny voice you made
when I could not start
the microwave...

The look in your eyes as
I told you my secrets
and fears and pain
and the smile that met mine

Your words and your pain
that I can never take away
If only there were a way
you'd be happy forever

I thought of you today
and thought of all the years
you were lost to me
how alone I was

I thought of you today
and silently thanked you
for getting in touch with me
for giving yourself back to me

I thought of you today
As I always do
As I always will
I thought of you today

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Baelia and the Magic Orb

by: Jessa

My first neopets story! Sort of a what if story involving the grey
faerie and events and items from Meridell, before it became Meridell.


Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to neopets, I have taken some
liberties with the past of a area of neopets and some of its
characters but that is all. I own nothing. My account name is
jessachan if you want to look me up on neopets

~~ ~ ~ ~

The clash off metal rang through the air as the two fighters weapons
met sending a shower of sparks through the air.


The shock waves of the impact sent them flying away from each other,
twisting and turning in mid-air.


The golden fighter shot forward as soon as she had steadied herself,
aiming for the black figure, her sword and shield held ready for this
clash.


The black figure stayed still, her crimson tipped wand and blackened
shield held ready.


The light faerie hit, her sword a silver flash as she attacked the
dark faerie, the dark faerie's wand glowed crimson as a ball of dark
energy formed, the light faerie barely dodging in time before
returning the energy ball with a gold one of her own.


Both faeries were tired and injured, their breath coming in pants. The
light faerie saw an opening in the dark faeries defense.


She struck quickly, her sword gleaming as it struck the dark faeries side.


The dark faerie screamed in anger and pain as she was forced to flee.


"I'll get you yet, Baelia!" The dark faerie exclaimed as she fled.


"Hopefully no anytime soon, Jennumara." Baelia muttered to herself as
she slowly descended from the sky.


She landed on a verdant field, her stance weary from the long battle,
her golden battle suit torn and blood stained. The battle had carried
on for days, each hour it had dragged on she had came closer to
falling. Her heart longed for an end to these battles, for peace, for
rest; yet she knew she had to carry on, to protect her people, the
people of Meragan.


She walked slowly to the tower that sat to the west of the castle of
the land, it was where she had lived for many centuries, keeping a
watch over the land. When she entered her tower she was met
immediately by her second in command, a fire faerie name Maita.


"Lady Baelia! We were growing concerned for your well being, the
battle with the dark faerie seemed to go ever on." Maita said, "are
you well? Shall I summon a healer?"


"I am well, Maita, I only need rest. How goes the search for the
Soulstealer Orb?" Baelia asked.


"It is hard going my lady," Maita admitted, her eyes downcast as she
clenched her firsts in frustration,"the Orb does not wish to be found
by us, and its ability to hide itself as something good and normal is
quite strong. I feel, though, that we are gaining on it."


Baelia smiled, a sad smile that spoke of many years of disappointment,
"That is good, the quicker we find it the faster we can send it to
Fyora, away from any poor beings who might be entrapped by its
seductive dark power."


"We will continue the search my lady, I will leave you to your rest."
Maita said, bowing lightly to Baelia before she left the room.


Baelia made her way up the stairs to her chambers, she gazed for a
moment at her bed, its soft comforts tempting her to sleep. She
wrenched her eyes away and made her way to the bath, she knew she must
clean her wounds before she slept, as they would fester if left
untended for too long.


~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~


Far from the tower, within the castle of Meragan, a secret meeting
took place.


"My greatest wish? What could give me that?" Asked the green Gelert,
his paw stroking his chin as he gazed at the person in the shadows.


"My dear king, the Orb of Light can grant you the deepest wish of your
heart. But it is lost, the faerie Baelia seeks it with your brother,
Meridell, they seek its powers for themselves."


"What! My brother seeks such a thing and yet tells me not!?" Darigan,
first king of Meragan exclaimed, his eyes flashing with anger,"why
that-that power hungry traitor! I shall seek it for myself!"


"Yes, yes my king, you are the only one who deserves its light, your
brother and that lying faerie would only hoard its power, they would
not use its power for good as you will." The shadow said, its words
weaving a web about the king, seducing him."I will give you my aid, so
that you will gain its powers instead."


"Yes, I think you, all of Meragan shall thank you."Darigan said
absently, his gaze unfocused as he tapped his finger against his chin.
"I must take my leave, many things to plan, please excuse me."


Darigan strode out of the shadowy room, the being within the shadows
stepped forward, gazing at the rapidly retreating back of the king,
the light revealed a dark faerie, her dark blue hair cut even at her
chin, her black eyes narrowed in malice as she crossed her black clad
arms over her chest. "No, I shall think you, for your aid in messing
up Baelia's plans and making my job easier, Mistress will be very
pleased." Jennumara cackled to herself.


~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~


Maita's red wings fluttered through the air, scattering clouds as she
flew over the deep forests and rushing waters that made up the
landscape of Meragan. She was heading for somewhere of great
importance, though she only had a small idea of where it might be.
Behind her flew a small group of faeries, there elements varied, earth
and air and fire faeries flew in formation; each one a highly trained
warrior who were experts in their chosen fields of combat.


Maita's eyes widened as she caught sight of what she was seeking, it
differed little from the surrounding forest, yet deep inside Maita
knew she had finally found it. She dove down, her solders following.
Breaking through the tree branches she saw a gold building with
ancient symbols carved into it. The symbols a part of a long forgotten
language. This building had not been in this area before, it had built
itself there recently in response to Maita's presence near it.


She landed and directed her faeries to spread out and surround the
temple, with two of her best warriors she approached the temple. In
the front of the dome like temple was a cavernous opening, Maita
approached it carefully, on guard for attack. As she passed the
threshold of the door way she was blinded by a golden light.


~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~


A group of knights tramped through the forest, each baring the crest
of the king Darigan, leading them was a faerie, her normal black
clothes replaced by brown garb, it was a dark faerie, though she
appeared to them as a simple earth faerie. They were making their way
to the same temple that Maita had arrived at.


Their journey went quickly, it would have normally been a journey of
many days, yet they would arrive before nightfall. It was the dark
faeries doing, she cared not for the presence of these mortals so she
sought a way to quickly remove herself from their presence. Her name
was Kilidra, she was a strong sorceress.


'Fools,' she thought spitefully to herself,'unable to see the truth in
front of their eyes, as soon as they gain us the Orb she would kill
everyone of them!'


Kilidra felt the aura of good faeries ahead, they were getting closer,
she felt pleasure at the thought of getting the orb and being able to
cast aside these pathetic mortals.


'It is to bad that dark faeries cannot use the orb, otherwise we could
have the world as our own at last.' she thought.


Ahead of them stood a line of densely grown bushes, the knights bulked
at first, not wanting to scratch up their armor or get thorns in the
creases.


"Come gentle knights, it is not far now, not far at all." Kilidra
spoke softly to them, her voice beguiling even as her eyes burned with
hatred, they did not see this though, they only saw a gentle faerie
girl who guided them through the forest.


The knights moved forward, using their swords to hack through the
dense growth. At last they broke through and gazed upon the domed
temple, a ring armed faeries circled it.


"Look! The temple! And there are the traitors and disguised dark
faeries that keep us from our goal." Kilidra said, a snarl of anger on
her face.

The knights puffed out their chests and charged into the glade, the
faeries were startled by the appearance of armor clad knights, but
they stood their ground as the knights attacked.


~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~


A Techo servant was walking down the corridors of Meragan when he
heard voices, a dark female voice and the second kings voice
conversing, quickly she hid behind a pillar before they spied her.


"You will begin the attack? Baelia cannot be allowed to continue her
dark plans." The female voice said.


"Yes, I shall, my brother and that traitorous faerie shall not be
allowed to destroy all that we have worked so hard for!" The kings
said, his voice strident and passionate."I have sent the first force
to attack the tower, I will confront my brother of his treason."


"Good, we must move quickly if we want to succeed. They should not be
given the chance to flee from justice!"


"Yes, it shall go as planned."


Laughter, dark and mad echoed through the halls as the servant fled.


~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~


Baelia woke from her sleep and stretched her sore muscles. The song of
birds wafted through her window causing a smile to brighten her face
at the glorious melody.


Baelia prepared to spend her day walking among the people of her
lands, to visit her children and see where she might give aid to them.
As she flew out the window of her tower she spotted a young Techo girl
running toward her, Baelia's forehead creased with worry, the girl
looked disparate. She landed before the girl who stopped and looked on
her with relief.


"What is the matter young Techo? What causes such haste?" Baelia
asked, her voice soft with concern.


"My lady faerie! Its awful! King Darigan is planning to attack you and
king Meridell!" The Techo exclaimed, anxious to tell her news as
quickly as she could before the solders came.


"What!? Tell me everything!" Baelia cried in shock.


So the Techo did, her voice shrill with worry as her words fell over
themselves in there haste to leave her mouth. Baelia's face bore many
expressions during this tale, surprise, concern, fear and sadness.

Finally when the tale ended she said, "Hurry, tell king Meridell this,
then hide yourself quickly!"


The Techo nodded and ran, headed back to that castle as fast as her
feet could take her, her tail and skirts whipping about behind her.


Baelia's face became stern, her eyes narrowed. This was the work of
Jennumara, she new this. She called a young faerie to her and told her
to gather the others within the tower and go quickly to Queen Fyora,
to tell her that the dark faerie Jennumara, favored servant of
Jhudora's had turned king Darigan of Meragan to his side.


Once the faerie had left Baelia rushed to prepare herself, but before
she could do more than grab her sword she saw the flying form of
Maita, her flight unstable. Baelia's eyes widened, her second was
alone and clutching her arms close to her chest as blood dripped from
her to stain the ground.


Quickly Baelia took flight, meeting Maita in the air she locked an arm
about her waist to keep her steady.


"Maita! What happened? Why are you alone?" Baelia asked, her voice
thick with worry.


"My lady we were attacked!"


~Earlier~


Once the glare faded from Maita's eyes she looked about her, she was
in a labyrinth, each wall adorned with the old symbols. There were
three pathways open before her, narrowing her eyes she directed her
companions down the side paths as she made her way through the middle.


She walked for what seemed like an eternity, often coming upon many
dead ends and seemingly hopeless riddles and puzzles. At long last she
made it to a large golden door, engraved on it was a circle divided in
half, one side smooth the other bearing many sharp spikes.


Maita pushed the heavy door open, having to use all her weight to move
it. Beyond the door a gold light shone, a pedestal stood in the
center, slightly above turned the orb.


Maita gasped, 'This is the Soulstealer Orb! The orb that will give you
your greatest wish at the cost of your soul!'


Maita strode forward, her steps determined even as her heart filled
with fear.


She picked it up slowly, the light from the orb burning her paws. All
about her the walls and ceiling started to quake once the orb was
removed, pieces of the ceiling begun to fall. Maita raced to the exit,
the orb clutched to her chest. She ran through the corridors of the
labyrinth, barely noticing as she ran on top of walls that were once
dead ends.

At the door way out she met up with her two companions, each baring
injuries from the trek and the debris.


They rushed outside to be met by a troubling sight, in front of them
laid bodies, faerie bodies and fallen knights, it was the scene of a
disastrous battle. A little beyond the bodies stood a dark faerie, her
left paw held in front of her body, a mist of dark energy still
curling about her hand from when she fired on the knights and faeries
battling.


Kilidra smirked at the three faeries,"I thank you for finding my
stone, I shall be taking it back now."


Maita snarled, "Never!"


Her two companions charged the dark faerie, their swords swinging
through the air, their swords which bounced off the dark faeries barrier.


"You can't beat me like that, foolish ones." Kilidra said, a dark
laugh lacing her voice.


She blasted at the two faeries with her dark spells, defeating them
quickly. Maita placed a hand in front of her and returned the dark
faeries spells with balls of fire even as she winced from the pain the
orb was causing her.


Their spells bounced off each others shields as they exchanged fire,
very few getting through. The dark faeries face bore a expression of
dark glee and malice as one of her spells got through, throwing Maita
against the ground with a cry of pain.


"Did the little fire faerie fall down?" Kilidra asked, tsking to
herself, her tone a parody of concern,"poor dear, I hope you didn't
hurt yourself to much."


Maita's eyes flashed with the flames of rage as she gathered all her
energy into her hand. She let loose a large fire ball that hit Kilidra
head on, Kilidra's face was shocked as the fire went right through her
shields, burning her up before she could even cry out.


Maita slumped to the ground, her face pained, she was had many
injuries. Slowly she rose and took to the air to go to her lady.


~Now~

Baelia gazed on her dearest friend with concern and sadness, the
injuries were deep. She knew she would be unable to heal them yet she
still tried with what little she knew of healing spells.


"My lady, take the orb, go to the queen, I know I shall not survive,
but I was always happy to serve you." Maita gasped, her voice laced
with pain, though her eyes were calm. She had accepted her fate.


"No! You must not die! You are my friend, I need you!" Baelia cried,
her eyes misting with tears.


"It is alright, you must go." Maita said, as she took her last breath
and closed her eyes for the final time.


"No! Maita!" Baelia cried, sobbing as she felt her friend leave her.


~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~


Meridell sat alone on his throne, weary from the news he had received.
His brother had turned against him and the light faerie that had long
protected their lands. He mourned that his brother could betray him
so. Betray his people so.


Darigan threw open the doors to the throne room and marched in. he
smirked at the sight of his brother looking so defeated.'The traitor
know he is caught, knows he has lost.' were the thoughts running
through his head.


"Meridell! You no longer deserve to sit in that throne! Step down and
face me!" Darigan shouted.


Meridell looked upon his brother sadly, mournful that their rule would
come to this end.


"My brother, why? Why do this to us?" Meridell asked, his ears pulled
back and down.


"Why? Because you are a traitor! That is why!" Darigan snarled.


"The only traitor here is you!" Meridell exclaimed.


Darigan launched himself at his brother with his paws in fists, they
started to exchange fisticuffs.


~ ~ ~~~~~~ ~ ~


"Well, well, well. What have we here, a weakling little light faerie,
sobbing her little eyes out." A dark voice drawled from behind Baelia.


Baelia lowered her hands from her face and turned around, there stood
Jennumara, her arms crossed, on her face was a smirk of triumph as she
looked at Baelia kneeling before the grave she had buried Maita in.
The orb lay on her lap.


Baelia placed the orb in the pocket of her blue dress and stood to
face Jennumara. She drew her sword and stood on guard for the attack
she knew was coming.


"Hmmm, now is the perfect time for your defeat! You have no more
subjects, your most powerful servant is dead. All you have is an orb
you cannot use." Jennumara said, laughing at Baelia.


Baelia said nothing. Her face calm, her eyes resolved. She knew that
this battle would most likely be her last, but she would fight until
the end.


Jennumara pulled out her wand and shot a ball of dark energy at
Baelia, who flung herself in the air in response.


Jennumara followed her, casting dark energy balls at her opponent.


Baelia charged forward, thrusting her sword at Jennumara's stomach.


Jennumara deflected the sword with her wand and countered with a
thrust of her own.


Baelia rained slashes on Jennumara, only a few hitting her.


Jennumara kicked out and swung her wand at Baelia.


They continued to exchange blows, hits glancing off weapons, sometimes
making contact with flesh and bone.


Jennumara leveled a energy ball at Baelia's wings, hitting and riping
one off.


The shock and pain caused Baelia to black out for a moment, without
her wing she begun to fall.


Jennumara followed Baelia's descent and caught the other wing, riping
it to pieces with her claws as she smirked.


Two dark faeries caught Baelia before she fell, lifting her defeated
form high into the air. Jennumara flew up to the despondent Baelia and
removed the orb from her pocket. Red blood dripped from her wounds,
especially her wings. Her skin and hair and the broken remnants of her
wings were slowly turning grey as her powers drained away.


"Lets see what damage this little trinket can do to your lovely lands.
Though they are not yours any more, are they?" Jennumara laughed as
she tossed the orb down below.


Baelia's eyes went wide, "No!" she cried, struggling to get free,
forgetting that she was without wings.


"Come, lets put you somewhere where no one will ever find you, little
grey faerie."


With that, Jennumara lead the faeries to a far off mountain, where she
caged Baelia up with a lock named after Baelia, a name she could no
longer say because it was gone like her powers.


~ ~ ~ ~ ~


In Meragan, a young squire picked up the orb where it had landed in
front of him, he saw it as a gift to his king, who he quickly rushed
it to. The throne room he entered was in ruins. The two kings were
engaged in fisticuffs.


"Your Highness'! I bring you a gift from above!" The squire exclaimed,
his eyes wide with shock at the sight of the throne room and his
bruised kings.


The kings gazed at the orb, each feeling deep lust for it.


"It is mine!" They exclaimed, each grabbing for it.


The kings declared war on each other, dividing Meragan into two as
they sought possession of the magic orb. Many centuries passed, the
two kingdoms, once Meragan, now Meridell and Darigan kingdoms, waged
many wars with each other. The orb passing to each king, sucking the
energy from him until he faded away passing the orb to his heir. The
orb took its toll on the kingdoms too. Whenever it was in the hands of
one king, their land would be prosperous and bountiful, but the others
would be dead and diseased; for that is what the orb did, sucked the
life from everything, causing wars.


Eventually the orb was hidden in Darigan, by Lord Darigan the second,
descendant of the first, in a great vault, forgotten for centuries. It
did not like this so it sent a call, to the new heir of Darigan,
Darigan the third, great-great grandson of the second one. He was a
young Korbat who, upon finding the Orb, thought that its beauty would
bring happiness to his people so he set it in the courtyard, where it
could call upon the lust and greed of King Skarl, the new king of
Meridell, who wanted his land to be as prosperous' as it once was.


And the rest is history.......

End

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Ice Water in Her Veins

 

Moving like a shadow

In the deep of the night

Slipping silently through

Each alleyway and street

She stalks and searches

 

Looking for the lost

Those who don’t know

Just what they are missing

Who have left the daylight

To find meaning in the night

 

With lips of red and

Teeth catching moonlight

She is relentless, fearless

Ever on the prowl

Hunting…

 

She is the night

She is fear…

She has ice water in her veins…

 

Mika Stevens

4/11/06