"The Healer" by atarenya Stillness. All was quiet, for once. There should have been faeries flying here and there. Faerieland, after all, had always been popular with visitors, and its own radiant citizens had always been so very visible there. Instead, now, the faeries were silent, cold stone, and the pleas for help that had always rung out across Neopia now went unanswered. Gallynah shivered to herself...
A Single Grain of Sand "The entire Lost Desert is made up of grains of sand as tiny as each of these, no one piece more important than the other, yet put together they are an immense and imposing force."
Magic Vs. Money: Part Three The front door of NeoCorp headquarters slid open with an oddly malevolent whoosh as she came up to it, then shut behind her with the same vaguely threatening sound.