|Zaco snapped his muzzle around with a snarl, bashing it into the corner of his Faerie Nightstand. The white Lupe woke with a start for the third time that night, the unbelievable imagery of his dreamscape dissipating into the dim light of his bedroom. Through the window, he could see the familiar and comforting violet glow emitted by the towering reaches of Fyora's palace. His nose ached something fierce, and he rubbed at it with a paw.
Again? Zaco thought. For the last three nights, he'd been plagued by nightmares. He hadn't slept more than an hour or so at a time, and his performance at the Faerieland Employment Agency was tanking. He'd failed two jobs--two!-- since the nightmares started, marring his perfect record, and he was facing disciplinary action. Demotion.
Zaco shuddered at the thought. He wasn't the wealthiest Neopian by any stretch, but he was comfortable, and Sonitri, his Floud, was spoiled rotten. He had to do something about his sleepless nights if he didn't want anything to change.
He started by reaching for the switch on his Light Faerie Lamp. Zaco recoiled from the light at first, covering his eyes and rubbing the last vestiges of sleep from them. Sonitri stirred at the foot of the bed. When Zaco's eyes adjusted to the flood of magical light from the lamp, he lowered his paws.
As he surveyed his now-lit bedroom, his jaw dropped open.
Scribbled writing covered every wall he could see....
Date: May 22nd
"What in the..." Zaco whispered to himself before slowly pulling back his blankets and climbing off the bed. The floor creaked lightly as his foot hit the ground, but he payed no attention to it. He was studying the walls around him, trying to decipher what exactly it all meant.
There were words and incomprehensible phrases intermixed with poorly drawn sketches. The phrase that caught his eye was positioned next to what appeared to be the Giving Tree: "The Darkness remains though day is here." It was etched in black, though most of the words surrounding it were in red and blue, and matched the handwriting of a Baby Chomby.
A loud bump emanating from his closet made Zaco jump nearly five feet out of his contemplation...
Date: May 22nd
He whipped around, back pressed to the wall, and jumped forward again as something cold seeped into his fur. He glanced over his shoulder and was greeted with a smeared mess of wet paint where the black tree had been. It was all over his back, too. Ah, eww.
He was drawn back to his senses by a second bump from across the room. His eyes snapped to the doors of his armoire.
He approached it slowly. "Hello?"
There was third bump, and this time he saw it - the whole armoire leapt off the ground and hit the floorboards with a thud.
"I'm warning you," he said, "If you don't - show yourself, I'm going to call the guard."
The closet made one final, heaving thump. The force of it made the doors swing open...
Date: May 23rd
... to reveal a tiny yellow faellie. The look of panic and fear on its faced mirrored Zaco's own expression. Both stood completely still, studying each other.
The Lupe was confused as to how such a tiny petpet could be causing such a ruckus in his armoire, but he eventually decided that the faellie must be harmless.
"It's ok, little guy. I won't hurt you," Zaco said.
Sonitri flew over and landed on Zaco's shoulder. She rubbed her head on the Lupe's neck. The faellie decided that Zaco must be okay after all, and hopped into the Lupe's armed for comfort.
Zaco walked over to his armoire, checking to see if anything else was in there. The faellie held tight to Zaco. The mysterious cause of the handwriting had caused quite a panic in the poor petpet.
Just as Zaco was starting to feel a bit more confident in his surroundings, a loud growl came from under his bed...
Date: May 23rd