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This is Part of my story I'm going to submit for the Neopian times... I'll post more as it nears completion.
Also, I've got no idea what to call it. So some help in that department would be greatly appreciated.

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I remember it so clearly.

The good neopets, the faerie types and the normal colours and the sickly-sweet looking baby and almost every bright colour you could imagine. On the other side, the conquering army, with the general who had not yet lost a fight. Dargains, Mutants, Halloweens and Ghosts, Shadow and Tyrannian, with the Dargian Eyrie leading their army. This was the last stand in Faerieland, the last battle of Neopia. This was where it would be decided if the dark ones and their leader would rule Neopia, or if the good ones would defeat them at last and begin to reclaim their land.

My name is Arianna, and I was that Dargian Eyrie.

I stood proudly in front of the army that I’d poured my soul into, with my only superior being the leader himself, as we prepared for our last battle. We hadn’t lost yet. It was time to claim Neopia for ourselves.

But just as our leader was about to call for an attack, one of the opposing neopets held up the Rainbow Swirly Thing. A temperamental weapon like that! I just laughed. Then a light flashed off it and I was hit with unendurable agony.

It felt as if I was being torn apart. I collapsed on the ground, writhing in pain...

And quite suddenly the pain ceased, as did all sounds around me.

I opened my eyes and stood up.

Where were all my soldiers? Or the opposing army? I looked around nervously. I wasn’t even on the battlefield anymore! I seemed to be in an all-white room, alone. The room was very large, but just empty. But if it was empty, then what was that noise?

I turned, then realised I was not alone after all. A Faerie Eyrie was to my left, and pounding its fists on what seemed to be a glass wall separating us. I almost turned to ignore the Faerie Eyrie, -she was, after all, the enemy- but something made me stop.

The poor Eyrie was bruised and battered. It looked awful, like it was suffering. That was wrong. It shouldn’t suffer. How many times had I drilled it into my army? An opponent should be defeated quickly or not at all. But still... something in me wanted to ignore her anyway.

I didn’t understand why she was here, she was technically one of my enemies, and I clearly couldn’t help her when she was stuck behind that glass. It went against all my instincts, but I crept closer to her. When I approached her, she smiled a huge smile, as if thrilled I’d finally noticed her. But the smile faded quickly.

“Who did this to you?” I asked her desperately, hoping my voice would reach her through the glass. She said nothing.
“Who did this to you?” I asked again. Again, she still said nothing, just stared at me through eyes that clearly showed her pain. I decided to ask once more, thinking maybe the glass was making it difficult for her to hear me. “Who did this to you?”
She finally seemed to hear me. She raised her head until she was staring right at my eyes. Then she spoke in a faint voice completely unobstructed by the glass separating us. “You did,”

“She’s telling the truth,”

A voice rose above my shocked thoughts and I turned, momentarily distracted from the wounded Eyrie.

A Light Faerie stood at the front of the room, gazing at me and the Faerie Eyrie. Immediately I tensed, my body shifting into a defensive position. “Relax, I’m not going to fight you,” she said, noting my posture. She didn’t look angry or offensive at all, she looked at me with... pity? I resented that. I did not want to be pitied. What reason would she have to pity me, anyway?

“Let me out of here,” I demanded. “Take me back to the fight,”

“I understand your concern,” The Light Faerie said. “Any army needs their General. And you’re a good general,”

“I’m the best,” I countered.

To my surprise, the Light Faerie didn’t argue with me. “You’re right,” She said. “You are the best. The best General in Neopia. And you win the battle,”

I looked at her, shocked. Had she just given up on her own side? I mean, it was true they hadn’t won yet, but come on, that was a little bit sad....

“I have witnessed it, seen it. Would you like to see what happens after your victory? I will show you a vision, ten years in the future,” The Light Faerie said.

I didn’t say anything, but the seemed to take my silence as a yes. With a flash of light that made my eyes hurt, a picture suddenly appeared on the wall.

The clouds of Faerieland seemed to be far too low in the sky, you could clearly see the ocean below in the corners of the view. But that wasn’t the most pressing problem.

The city was entirely destroyed, all the buildings black, many still smoking. The neopets that passed on the streets were all dark colours, and most looked terribly sad. Only a few didn’t look sad, like the large Mutant Grundos carrying clubs, but those looked angry, menacing. They leered over the other neopets as the slinked around buildings.