Okay, when I was first born the only thing I ever though about was that I was the same as everyone else in my family. I was one in a litter of three poogles, each one red in colour. All I remember of the times immediately after I was born was that I adored my mum's angelpuss. I was out in the backyard playing with my mum's angelpuss on the day my dad, a blue poogle was killed at the poogle races. It was horrible. I remember not understanding what my mum meant, as if she was just gibbering on. But I did realize that my dad wasn't there to help me anymore. I cried every time I couldn't see him or be embraced in his arms, and when I saw him lying in his coffin all I wanted was for him to pick me up and hug me like he used to. My two brothers and I were only two months old.

When we were three months old one of my brothers I remember as being called Tavious was caught eating out of the magic cookie jar, which was forbidden. Mum kept all her secret remedies and stuff in there, and only called it a cookie jar so we could understand. Tavious was about to eat one of the 'cookies' inside when my other brother, Wilson, called out to mum. She stopped him just in time, it was the poison cookie mum used to kill pests. It would have killed a three month old poogle cub for sure.

It was only a few days later when Wilson was hit by a car and needed constant attention. The thing was, I didn't even have an official name yet, my family just called me their own little Faerie. Faerie… I liked that. I would just sit in the shade and think about what a faerie was, I'd like to think they were little poogles like me, only with crowns and magical powers. But after Wilson was hit he needed a wheelchair, and mum was running fast out of money and the will to live. Three weeks after Wilson was hit he died from troubles in his spine.

Tavious and I were lonely without the liveliness of Wilson and dad around. We missed them a lot. So did mum. She was running out of everything by now. Money, energy, luck and life. Mum was no longer busy cleaning the house, getting us ready for the day, and as a result we ended up kicked out of our neohome.

Tavious, mum and I lived on the cold streets of Neopia for about a week before mum just disappeared, and we were found by a human who took us to the pound. Oh, how I remember the cold, dank life of the pound. It was cold and scary, not to mention disgusting. Hundreds of pets would live together in these conditions for as long as it took for a nice family to take them in. Tavious and I didn't take long to leave, being the full bred poogles we were, but Tavious went first. He was taken in by a kindly human named Okami, a girl about 14… I think… anyway, I vowed to find Okami and Tavious as soon as I got out, and to talk with them. I really wanted Okami to take me too, but Tavious was her fourth and final neopet. I cried the two hours I waited until I was spotted by Jenny.

Jenny was the nicest looking human girl I ever saw during my short lifetime. All I can say is that I hadn't really met that many human girls, only about ten that I had seen walk through the pound. One of the other ones I had met had been a girl named Kiera, I had seen her from a safe distance just before Jenny adopted me. I saw a disappointed expression on her face when she saw Jenny pick me up and take me to reception to finalize adoption. I was happy to have an owner, my first human one, but I didn't understand why Kiera was so disappointed.

When I got to Jenny's home I met her other neopets, an odd looking blue acara named Jetix and a fire lupe named Lorry. Lorry had long scars all over his body. He also had this wise look that showed his age was far past mine. Jetix told me Lorry was only eighteen, but he was controlled by an ancient fire lupe spirit that was thousands of years old. After I learnt about Lorry I learnt about Jetix. Jetix was thirteen and a rebellious teen. He loved loud, rock and metallic music. His music would nearly knock the house over. It was just like my life at my original home, two brothers and a mum. Well, Jenny was actually my owner but because I was still four months off a year old I considered her to be my mum. When she asked my name after I was first adopted I told her I didn't have one. It was, after all the truth. She took me straight down to this office where neopets got named, and she named me pooglesrock. I told her my mum used to call me Faerie, so for short Jenny, Jetix and Lorry began calling me Faerie.

One day I was inside, sitting on the floor with Lorry when an angelpuss hit the window. It reminded so much about my mum, my dad and my brothers that I began to cry. Not just any crying, but crying so loudly that Jenny heard me from upstairs, through Jetix's music and ran down to comfort me. "What's wrong?" Jenny asked, but I just kept on crying, and crying, and crying… until Jenny gave up and put me in my bed, still crying. Later on Jenny told me I hadn't stopped crying until I fell very deeply asleep.

In the morning Jenny woke me up and said for a treat we were going to Faerieland all day, to buy items from the Hidden Tower, to visit the Healing Springs and to watch Poogle Racing. "Faerieland? What is that?" I asked Jenny. Jenny looked at me in shock. "Your nickname is Faerie, yet you don't know what they are or where they live?" she said. I nodded and looked at Jenny. "Please tell me about them." I said. Jenny blinked a few times, regained posture and told me all about these creatures, these faeries. I loved the knowledge I was gaining. I couldn't wait to see them in their home world. "Go forth, Faerie, and forget the past," I remember that was the last thing Jenny said that morning.

I want to be a faerie," was the first thing I said when I arrived in Faerieland for the first time. Jetix was on my right and Lorry was on my left. They said Jenny was going to catch up with us later. First thing we did in Faerieland was go to visit Illusen. She was so nice, and gave me a small potion as a gift for giving her a small jar from my backpack. "Thankyou," Illusen said, "I needed this jar." I saw lots of neopets lining up to give Illusen items and wondered what she needed with all this stuff. Afterall, the first seven neopets in the line were all carrying the same book. When I asked Illusen this, she just ushered Jetix, Lorry and I out. "Don't mind her," said Lorry, "She is always like that." I giggled and left with Lorry and Jetix.

Next stop was the healing springs where we bathed in soothing waters for free, and then Lorry bought all these potions I considered to be useless. "For magic," he whispered when I asked what they were.

When we arrived at the Hidden Tower we met a few other rich shoppers and Jenny was there. "Pooglesrock, this is Fyora. I know you really want to be a faerie, but I can't afford it, so Fyora has decided to give you some special white wings and markings until you can be full faerie poogle." I smiled a giant broad grin at Fyora and Jenny. Fyora said some magic words and then cast a spell with her long wand. I felt two bumps begin to emerge from my back, then they gradually unfolded into magnificent white, fluffy wings. My long, dark red stripes turned bright, pure white and I looked wonderful. I smiled again and with an urge to test out my wings I flew around the room, only to crash into a wall and become unconscious.

I didn't wake up for six months, half a year. I was in a coma for that long, missed my first birthday and during in that time Jenny left Neopia. She left a note that read like this:

Dear Pooglesrock, my little Faerie,
I'm sorry to depart and leave you like this, in your coma you look like an angel sleeping. I consider this to be my entire fault, giving you those wings in the first place. Fyora tried to wake you up with spells, but they just didn't work. I'm afraid I may have lost you, but with your strength and courage you'll pull through… at least I hope so. In a short time I have decided to leave Neopia, and to never return. I left Jetix at the pound and gave Lorry to my friend, a career who can cater for his ancient soul. I'm so sorry to say this, but you will be returning to the pound if you wake up. I'm so sorry…"

Then tear drops blurred the rest of the note. I was troubled to hear that Lorry could not be traced, and Jetix's new owner had since left Neopia and taken Jetix with them. I couldn't even trace my real brother, Tavious… I was a real mess. At first I had a small amnesia and couldn't remember my past. But photos, drawings, letters, places… they all brought me back.

One month after waking from my coma, I was sent to the pound, again. I was sad, moody and never smiled. I didn't know anyone, couldn't understand… I was different to everyone else and no-one really wanted to be my friend because I was so different… and to think when I was first born all I'd wanted was to be different…

I was in the pound for about a week before I saw a familiar face, and I had to struggle to remember who it was. After about five and a half minutes I remembered who it was, it was Kiera, the disappointed girl from my first adoption. She came straight over to me and asked me to be her pet. I just agreed, tired of the pound and staring faces. Maybe I could get some peace with Kiera.

Not likely! First thing I found out was it was impossible to be at peace at Kiera's house. There were neopets everywhere, invading the whole place. There were fifteen other neopets, my new brothers and sisters, I got to know them all very well then, and I still know them well now.

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