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Nan and the Night's Message

Nan, a Green Xweetok, could not sleep. It was late, for sure; everyone else in the Neohome was fast asleep. Nan herself had gotten a little bit of sleep, but now she was awake again. Why was she awake? She did not quite know for herself, but she did feel like she was called to a task other than sleeping. She quietly opened the window and snuck out.

by mbredboy31
The Road to Brightvale

I held my right front hoof over the piece of paper on the table in front of me, then brought it down hard. When I pulled my hoof away, there was a glowing golden hoofprint there. “OK,” I began, looking at the Shoyru across the table from me, “My hoofprint on the contract means that all terms are fulfilled and payment has been handed over. The contract is now closed and cannot be reopened. No further changes can be made, no details can be added or removed, no debates or arguments will hold merit. Are we clear?”

by blackghoulmon
Adventures in Krawk Island

"Rare treasures on sale! Get them now! We brought these back all the way in the Lost Desert, 'ey're so rare," a typical Pirate merchant shouted to everyone in hearing distance on the Warf Wharf. That meant everyone. The guy was loud. Lillian rolled her eyes. All of these pirates were scammers and frauds.

by dunefurandlilypelt
Ghostly Dreams

Identity. That was something Sylva didn't have the time or courage to keep anymore. Sylva had been a dashing young Lupe, adventurous, newly wed, setting out to sail every other weekend. What ever he was now wasn't that. Quite the opposite, if anything.

by jrayeb3
A Game of Faerie Chess

Fyora, in the head seat at the long table, sat back against the chair. Light from the outside poured in through the atrium windows of the chamber, bathing her council in a warm yellow glow. Twelve faeries—two of each kind—were in attendance. It seemed every few years this topic arose. Every time new council members were brought in, new arguments for and against Illusen came up. As usual, Fyora remained silent and listened to her trusted advisors give their opinions—valid they all were.

by rocknrollpup95
 
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Jhudora on Illusen Day



Now of course, on Illusen Day, our favorite Earth faerie has a line out the door to visit with her, to go on quests for her, and to generally celebrate her and all that she has done for Neopia! But… what exactly does her rival, her most hated enemy, the dark faerie Jhudora do on Illusen Day? Well, I decided to pay her a visit and see what she had planned for the day.



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What Jhudora Really Does on Illusen Day
But… what exactly does her rival, her most hated enemy, the dark faerie Jhudora do on Illusen Day? Well, I decided to pay her a visit and see what she had planned for the day.

by ahh_choo

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Seven Designer Scrolls
The scrolls in Neopia are almost all good for reading, but there are quite of other things that scrolls can be done with that are surprising! In the last edition of Seven Scrolls, I talked about seven of the dastardliest scrolls throughout Neopia. This time, I decided to focus on another aspect of scrolls, how they look!

by xiaolin10413

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Chronicles of a Caped Crusader: Days Yet to Pass: Part Six
Chloe inadvertently flinched at Inna's declaration that Veronica wanted to speak to her. The idea of talking to Veronica had never crossed her mind. She was her mortal enemy, and partially responsible for her eventual death. “Why would Veronica want to speak to me?” Chloe demanded.

by kristykimmy

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The Adventures of Trina: The Glass Key: Part Four
Over coughing up sobs, I heard the metal door squeak, and something slipped behind me. I could see it from a shadow on the wall, standing there like stone, its shape overlapping with my quivering silhouette. Even covered in darkness I dared to not let it find my face, soaked and shaken, pressed against the cold surface of the table.

by ummagine3284

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Surprise Illusen
Faeries that come out of the bushes are trustworthy... right?

by milkbear

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An Old Wive's Tale
And that's where omelettes come from

Also by Yellowpagebeatdown

by josephinefarine




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