The Missing Crown
It started out like any other day. I made breakfast
for my little sister and brother, Shreeve and Hinigtoh, and I somehow managed
to ruin cereal (again). Then I left the house to meet my best friend, Seirra1001,
at Faerieland. My other best friend, Myrah Zann, was late; as per usual. Once
again we went off to the Hidden Tower (not that it's that "hidden" any more)
for our part time job, helping Fyora, who Seirra is on very good terms with.
When we got there no one was there, which was odd.
"I wonder where Fyora is?" Seirra whispered.
I happened to see her in her bedroom. I pointed her out.
"Up there. I wonder if something's wrong....?"
"Dunno," Seirra replied, "but let's go see.
There may be something we can do to help."
So we headed over to the castle, and up to Fyora's
room. On the way we saw several of our friends going to and from Altador. I
missed the peaceful time before the portal was found. We opened the door, or
rather got hit by the door as it opened from the inside. Some Skeiths came out;
we went in. Fyora was scrambling on her hands and knees obviously looking for
something. If you haven't seen a faerie queen scramble on her hands and knees,
you don't know what you're missing.
"Did you lose something?" Seirra asked.
"Oh! Seirra, Swifft, Myrah!" she cried. (Did
I forget to mention my name's Swifft? 'Cause it is.) "Yes, I can't find my crown
"Do you think maybe someone stole it?" Myrah
asked. She's pretty quiet.
"It's possible." She looked thoughtful. "But
who would steal it?"
I took a step forward and slipped on something.
You think you've had embarrassing moments? Try slipping in front of the queen
"Oh my gosh! Swifft, are you okay?" Seirra gasped.
She can be a little strange sometimes...
"Yeah..." I mumbled. I was later told my face
looked like a cherry.
"That still doesn't answer the question of who
stole Fyora's crown, guys." Myrah sighed, exasperated.
I looked at what I slipped on. It was a white
cloth with... boxers printed on it?! "I think I know."
"All right then, who did it if you're so smart?"
I waved the cloth in the air. "The Pant Devil.
Can you think of anyone else with underwear as their symbol?"
"It makes sense." Fyora nodded. "I want you
three to find him and get my crown back!"
"All right!" we chorused. This was not a normal
day for any of us! So that's how we ended up at Neopia Central, following the
most recent Pant Devil attacks. The first one was an island Jubjub who had
had a spyder stolen from him. We had to wait half an hour while he ranted about
how he had spent all his allowance on it. I fell asleep on my feet. Next in
line was a green Wocky who had had a bucket of sludge stolen. I've always wondered
what the Pant Devil does with all the junk. After eight more we ended up at
Mystery Island and my cousin. Apparently she had had a piece of cheese she was
trying to feed her draconack. We wasted several hours there. Finally we got
her to stop ranting by buying her a new piece of cheese. I wasted a good three
hundred neopoints. Several hours later while we were in a small village in Brightvale,
Myrah finally screamed.
"Why are we doing this!?"
"Because we're looking for the Pant Devil,
who has Fyora's crown...?" I shrugged.
"No, I mean, why are we going from place to
place looking for him!? Wouldn't it be so much easier to challenge him in the
Battledome? He always comes."
"True," Seirra said, "but how are we then going
to get the crown from him?" She always was the logical one.
"Simple! We challenge him and make a bet. If
we win we get Fyora's crown back!" I shrieked happily, I had finally caught
on. Myrah nodded.
"But what if he wins?" Her logic hurt.
"We don't have to!" Myrah said. "All we need
is a sticky hand to grab the crown with!"
"Now you're talking logically." Seirra nodded
So off we went to the shop wizard, to find a
sticky hand. We counted our neopoints. We had six hundred all together, not
enough to buy one.
"So what's plan B?" Seirra asked.
"Well, the best way to lure him out would still
be to challenge him in the Battledome," I said.
"Yeah, we know that." Myrah sighed. There was
silence between us as we sat by the Money Tree.
"I've got it!" I cried, startling several young
Zafaras who were playing nearby. I grinned sheepishly before continuing. "One
of us challenges him and fights. The one of the other two of us act as a 'cheerleader'
for whoever fights, and the third steals the crown while he's distracted by
the fight and the cheering!"
"That would work, but who'll do each job?" Myrah
"Easy." Seirra giggled. "Myrah, you're the strongest
so you should fight. And Swifft, you're the fastest, so you should steal the
crown back! And that leaves me, the innocent Aisha, to cheer Myrah on!"
Myrah and I rolled our eyes at the 'innocent
Aisha' part but we headed off to the Battledome. Well, actually we stopped at
Myrah's house to pick up her battle equipment, then we headed to the Battledome.
A bored looking Scorchio was at the 'challenges' desk.
"Hello," Myrah said. She looked really imposing
in her battle helm with her sword and shield.
"Do you want something?" the Scorchio grunted.
"Yeah, I want to fight the Pant Devil!" She
He looked her up and down as if she were nuts.
"All right then, I tell him he has a challenger. Oh, and do you two want something?"
He was referring to Seirra and me.
"We're her cheerleaders!" I laughed. The Scorchio
"He'll meet you in his private arena." The Scorchio
pointed down a dark hall.
We arrived just seconds before the Pant Devil.
Then the fight started. Seirra and I cheered for a while; you could really get
into that sort of thing. About five minutes into the fight I zoomed behind the
Pant Devil. Where he put the crown was obvious. I grabbed it and was back before
anyone (except Seirra) noticed I was gone. Quickly I stuffed the crown unceremoniously
into my cute little hasee backpack.
"Do you have the crown?" Seirra whispered out
of the side of her mouth.
"Yep!" I whispered back, patting my backpack.
Ten minutes later the fight ended and Myrah won. "That was awesome!" I said.
"Not my best, but then again I wasn't trying
too hard." Myrah grinned. Seirra and I gave each other amazed looks. "Common!
Let's get back to Faerieland!" Myrah acted like it was no big deal.
Back in Faerieland we headed back towards Fyora's
room. Most of the crowds had dispersed by now, but there were still some neopets
wandering one way or another.
"Fyora!" Seirra said excitedly. "We're back!
And We have your crown!" I pulled it out of my backpack and handed it to Fyora.
"Thank you very much!" Fyora said. "I will reward
you as soon as I can!"
"That... That's not necessary!" Myrah mumbled,
"Oh, but I think it is! You went to so much
trouble to get my crown back. You deserve something!"
"T-thank you...!" I stammered. This day was
definitely getting weirder by the second!
The next day everything seemed normal. Hinigtoh
brought in the mail.
"Hey, Swifft! You've got mail." He handed me
a letter in a lavender envelope. It was from Fyora. I opened it and inside was
a coupon for ninety percent off any one item in the Hidden Tower! That made
a baby paint brush only sixty thousand neopoints! I smiled; this was going to
be a strange week.
Author's Note: Seirra1001 belongs to my friend and was used with permission.