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Warning: This story contains curse words, a question of a love triangle, and some other stuff along those lines that just sucks.

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Title: My Old Best Friend

“Fyora…?”

Lavender eyes that were once gazing at through the window now looked directly at the light faerie floating in her door way, a confused expression on the younger faerie’s pale features. Her dress blew in the breeze, a soft smile crossing her features as she blinked her eyes at the younger faerie, making the girl in front of her grin. The queen passed the female a nod, hands straight out in front of herself as she stood in front of the window, the last rays of the sun hitting her body before the sun had finally set.

“There’s a man named Frank D. S. in the hallway, he told me that you two were supposed to meet… Do you want me to send him in, or should I call some other faeries to get him out of the castle? Or, I could get the battle faerie to…”

The queen raised her hand up in the air, silencing the younger faerie from her useless blabbering.

“Send him in, and make sure no one will enter the hallways until he leaves, including yourself, Stephanie.”

Though the light faerie grimaced, she gave a nod at her queen, quickly heading out of the room to get the queen’s guest, never closing the door behind her. Fyora smiled to herself, shaking her head at the young worker as a sigh escaped her beautiful lips, a lock of lavender hair going over her right eye. In the meeting room she could clearly hear someone walking into the hallway, the door leading to the hallway was closed, then locked. Foot steps were loud in the silent hallway, the person, most likely, wearing boots.

In her door only a few moments later stood a man in royal Qasalan cloak, his face hidden by the shadows the hoddie above his head made on his face. With quick movements though, the cloak fell off the muscular shoulders, reviling it to be Doctor Sloth, who stood there with a grin on his features. His hands were on his hips, standing mighty and tall before the queen, he stood about six inches above the queen.

“It has been many, many years sense we’ve seen each other, fair queen… Is there anything you want to say to the all-powerful doctor after all these years?”

“Indeed. You’re a fool for using the initials of your name, Doctor Sloth.”

He seemed to inflate like a balloon after that, arms going down to his sides as the grin left his features, raising an eyebrow at her. He smirked, evilly, at her though, quickly grinning again.

“It wasn’t like I had to worry about anything though. Your faeries are quite idiotic, fair queen, and if I even said my full name to them, they would just droll and send me in here.”

“Remember, Doctor Sloth, you are still in my castle, and I could attack you any moment now…”

He gave off a fake gasp, hand against his chest as he couldn’t keep the smirk off his face, turning away from her so she wouldn’t see him smirking.

“If you keep treating me like that, fair queen, you won’t get any of the gifts that I got for you…”

“…Gifts? For me…?”

When her words barley left her in a whisper, he grinned to himself, knowing that she had just fallen for the bait. He wanted to woo her, and he remembered all the ways that made her want to just jump up and kiss anyone, even the Darkest Faerie. The doctor wanted to make sure that if Fyora was angered at him, he could at least woo her from not getting her guards or something along the lines. She never did tell him what he was here for, she just told him to come.

“Gifts for you, indeed…”

With that, he reached down towards his cloak, pulling items out of the large pockets of the cloak, never missing the glistening look within her eyes.

“I know how much you love chocolate…”

First he pulled out a normal box of chocolate, passing the box to her pale hands.

“You’ll need something to take the chocolate down with…”

Next was Starberry cider, passing her two wine glass cups along with the cider.

At the next item that was wrapped in a box, he grinned to himself, knowing this was going to especially catch her attention. This item could maybe even make her re-think of sending her to prison, maybe. With a box in his hand, he stood up off the ground, looking down at her as he reached for the other items, taking the other gifts away from her.

“This gift you’ll need two hands for.”

With that, he took the other items to the table that was directly in the middle of the room, noticing how long and wide the wooden table was. Of course, it was the meeting room, so the table had to be huge to hold off of those faeries. As soon as he heard the wrapping being pulled off the box, he heard a faint gasp, the box falling to the floor.

“…Sloth, why…?”

He walked back towards her side after placing the items on the table, looking down at the object in her trembling hands as he shrugged at her question, opening his mouth to say something.

“I wanted you to remember that I was by your side before I was banished, for you to remember that I was there with you, through the tears and blood, that I was your best friend in all of our young years until I was banished. I just want you to remember everything that we were before you give me any punishment.”

In her trembling hands she held a doll, the original queen faerie doll, but it looked so much different from all the other dolls. There was no crown on this doll, and the hairstyle was in the same style that the air faerie doll had. Unlike the long, glorious dress that the queen faerie doll wore along with the heels she wore, it was the same short dress and shoes that the Illusen doll had. The dress and shoes were the same color as it had always been, just in a different style. A miniature ruby sword was behind the doll’s back, the doll looked like a teenage warrior of some sort.

It was Fyora’s young self.

“I was there when you weren’t even queen, we’ve known each other sense… Well; I can’t remember a day that you weren’t there when we were younger.”

“Yes, we were close, Frank. And…”

His words from earlier suddenly hit her, like a smack in the face, her eyes looking up at him, trying her best to not snarl at him.

“Punishment? You think I called you hear to capture you?”

He snarled at her, letting a mocking laugh leave his lips, shaking his head at her in disbelief.

“Yeah; after you look at me in the face and told me you don’t ever want to see me again, that I wasn’t your best friend anymore after all those years we were together for, then you banished me from Faerieland. Then, after all of these damn years, you contact me and want me to come here? Sounds like a trap to me, Fyora.”

She shook the doll at him, pushing the doll against his muscular chest as she passed him the same menacing snarl he gave to her.

“You make it sound like it was my fault you attacked us! I never wanted to banish you, the council told me to though, and I had to! I did everything I could; Frank, everything, and I lost everything! I made a promise with them that if you behaved and didn’t do any sort of offense, then they would accept you back! What the faerie-bubble did you do though? You attack the space station!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry that I ruined your promise! What did you lose in that promise you made with them, Fyora, huh? I lost my entire life in Faerieland and mostly every where else in Neopia, and you’re telling me you lost everything! What did you lose?!”

“My best friend!”

As soon as the words escaped her lips, something sort through her hand, the ball of energy ripping through the wall of the meeting room, leaving a hole right next to the door way.

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(On the other side of the hallway door)

…

“By Fyora, what is happening in there?!”

The young light faerie stared at the hallway door, hearing their yells and cries of rage as she heard something loud crashing, her eyes widen. The library faerie, who was standing by the young light faerie’s side, looked back towards the Faerieland Altador Cup team, taking her glasses off her face as she rubbed her face.

“My full apologizes, but Fyora can not speak with you guys right now, can we just do it tomorrow night?”

The captain of the team, Kakoni Worrill, shook her head at the library faerie, letting a sigh escape her lips.

“We would love to if we could, but we can not. Tomorrow we have to face Darigan and everyone keeps telling us that they’ve been doing an excellent job, so we need to train extra if we want to win. I’m so sorry again.”

“Don’t be, young ones, it will be Fyora who will be sorry for missing out on the great Faerieland team being here.”

The team smiled at her, nodding their heads at the faerie before the captain of the team took a step forward, looking back at her team mates.

“We can hold of training for a few more hours though, Fyora wanted to tell us something and we shall wait for her words. Right, guys?”

“Of course we can wait!”

“Totally!”

“Yeah!”

“If it’s for Fyora, sure!”

All of them gave off their own cheers, at the same time another crash was heard, a male cry being heard as the group stared towards the hallway door, mouths open in a gap.

“Are you sure we can’t check on her? She sounds like she needs checking on…”

“Fyora told you not to, so my wise words would be to not to. Never disobey Fyora’s orders, young one.”

All eyes looked towards the library faerie, who was placing her glasses back on her face, eyeing the door that lead to the hallway. Fyora was the kindest faerie of all, even more kind than the soup faerie, but it was unwise to disobey her.

The oldest faerie in the room sighed, looking back towards the others with a fake smile, trying to start another conversation.

“Umm… I wanted to ask… Tandrak, Hale, and Fiorina, are they actually in a love triangle…?”

…

(Inside the meeting room)

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There were now two holes in the wall, one on the left side of the door and one on the right side of the door. Both figures were rolling on the floor, one on top of another, throwing one punch after another at each other. Fyora was now on top, above to throw a punch to his face until the doctor punched her across the cheek before she could do anything, knocking her to the floor.

The muscular man got onto of her, one hand pinning her wrists up above her head as he snarled down towards her, her hands glowing a lavender shade.

“If I wasn’t asked here to get captured, then what do you want?”

Her hands went in fists, shaking her head, wildly, trying to fight off his greater weight with her own weight, nothing else. He held her wrists loosely, knowing that if she wanted to kill him, she would have. And if she wasn’t going to hurt him that badly, he wasn’t going to hurt her that badly.

“I was going to ask you, if you wanted to… If you…”

She mumbled the words, stuttering her words also as he doctor pushed himself off her, standing up off the ground. His hand reached towards her hand, waiting for her to take his hand as she stared up at him, confused. Finally, after many long moments, she placed her hand into his hand, the male pulling her up and off the ground. Never letting go of her pale hand, he dragged her towards the table where the gifts were.

He pulled a chair out for her, waving a hand out in front of himself, letting a sigh escape his lips as she crossed her arms.

“Take the stupid seat and we can get over this quickly.”

With a sigh, knowing he was right, she took the seat at the table, eyeing the gifts in front of her, looking away from the objects. As the doctor sat down, he pulled the top of the cider open, pouring a drink for her, then a drink for himself. As he slipped the glass cup into her hand, he let the grin cross his features, watching her every movement, thinking of something.

“What is with that smile?”

“I was just thinking about something…”

“…Huh?”

“When we were younger, back when we first came into this room, we thought this room was the most amazing room in the castle, we were foolish though. On that same day someone left alcohol out on the table, we had all of it…”

A chuckle left his lips.

“And you were so crazy that day, King Hacolan was so angry at us…”

The two shared a laugh, then quickly became quiet as they stared at each other, knowing where this topic was about to head off to. Placing their drinks in front of themselves, Fyora placed one hand on the cup, her other hand on top of her other hand, looking out the window. Sloth did the same, seeing the stars twinkling in the sky as he passed his companion a nod, fingers tracing the side of the cold drink.

“King Hacolan is why you are here, Sloth.”

His scarlet eyes meet her lavender eyes, raising an eyebrow at her.

“He died many, many, even more many years ago… He died such a long time ago, Fyora, why would it be him that has brought me here…?”

“King Hacolan always loved you; he thought you were one of the greatest faeries that he had ever met…”

“He didn’t live long enough to see me banished and lose my wings.”

“If he did he would have still had hope for you, Frank, our king loved you. Hacolan, he always thought…”

Her words stopped, the male in front of her looked directly at her, wondering what she was about to say.

“He thought there would finally be a queen and king of Faerieland, he thought that you and I would be together and be the rulers of the land…”

Doctor Sloth opened his mouth in a gap to say something, but the queen wouldn’t let him say a single word.

“That’s not what this is about though; we shall not talk about it. King Hacolan always held a grand ball every few years, the ball was for couples, if you did not have companion with you, you could not get inside. He didn’t make that rule; it has just been that way sense the first queen of Faerieland.

Anyway, I was reading his diary that he had, every queen and king must have one sense they were a prince or princess. In his diary he spoke of a pregnant, female Skeith coming with her husband, the two of them are probably the parents of Skarl and Hagan. A female Aisha and male Lupe coming together, the rulers over Lost Desert. There was even a male Lupe there who spoke of being the king of all pirates, that king was probably the father of Scarblade.

The grand ball is for all of those people who are known for something special, good or evil, it is a ball held for faeries and those of importance. This year I am changing it though, I am inviting all of the neopets in Neopia, those of true importance will be introduced first and what-not though.”

“Why am I here, then?”

“In his diary, King Hacolan spoke of the young princess one day doing the ball, the day she would be queen. When she became queen, she would be the first one to dance out on the floor, and he wanted her to dance with one of the most glorious faeries of them all. He wanted that same male faerie to be by the side of the queen, to present those of importance at the ball.”

“You can’t be saying…”

“King Hacolan wanted you and I to be side by side at the grand ball, Frank, he wanted us to be together. He wanted you to present those of importance at the ball, he wanted you to dance with me, and he wanted you to do the first dance with me.”

“I…”

Noticing his voice was cracking, he quickly coughed, loudly and obnoxiously, taking a swig of the cider before passing the woman in front of him a snarl. Fyora, almost shocked by his action, gazed at his in slight sadness as he pointed an index finger at her.

“A few things for you, doll… Back then when Hacolan was alive, I still had wings, I was your best friend, I was one of the only faeries that worked with science, and I was some of the nicest dung anyone had ever met. Now look at me, I have no wings, I was banished from this stupid land, and we’re not best friends any more. Do you still think Hacolan would want me to present the ball now?”

“Yes.”

The words left her pale lips so coolly, so smoothly that he could only stare at her in bewilderment, his mouth had fallen open. Sipping at her cider, she finally placed the drink down in front of her after long moments of sipping, giving him a soft smile.

“Frank, I know you hate me…”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Excuse me…?”

“I said, ‘I don’t hate you’. Never have, and I never will. I want to destroy you, but I want to destroy everyone, so you’re in the same boat as them. Truly, if I could kill you, I wouldn’t, I know I wouldn’t. Of course, if others ask, I’ll tell them that I would kill you in a heart beat.”

“I take those words into my heart, Frank. This will make my question easier, then. Will you go to the ball and present with me?”

“What? I didn’t hear your question.”

“Will you go to the ball and present with me?”

“Huh? Still can’t hear you, doll.”

“Frank Sloth, my old time best friend, the greatest scientist of all, will you go to the grand ball with me, queen Fyora, and do the first dance with me?”

He took a long, cool drink from the cider, the queen tapping her fingers, waiting for his answer, never looking away from him once. Finally, after the long drink, he looked her directly in the eyes, a stern, cold look on his features.

“I accept.”

…To Be Continued…

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