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 | Clouds Over Cogham: Part FiveMaybe if the village wasn’t so consumed in smoke, and he wasn’t choking on the taste of cruel fire magic, and the screaming wasn’t so loud that he can barely hear his own thoughts, he could charge in valiantly like a storybook hero.
by theschizophrenicpunk |  | The Vine of Destiny: Book 1, The Apprentice Pirates: Part SixA few minutes later, the Revenge pulled up alongside the Black Pawkeet and with a fierce roar, Scarblade’s crew attempted to board the smaller ship. They were greatly surprised, however, when Garin and JayJay’s crews came out of hiding and quickly began repelling them from the Pawkeet.
by teamchao466 |  | The Moderately Evil Faerie: Part FourSpite and Vanity huddled together as the ship rocked. Their stomachs churned as they watched the pirates on board spar with their cutlasses. They felt ridiculous and out of place, but Malice and Jhudora were having the time of their lives. Malice was dressed as a swashbuckling captain while Jhudora went with her usual Neovian attire.
by rocksysmom |  | Desert Requiem: Part TwoThe Grand Hall of Sakhmet Palace, used to being the venue for important audiences, was to bear witness to an event of historic significance that day. Courtiers in their finery took up position on either side of the room, for once not engaging in idle chatter; their expressions were of rapt attention.
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Headlines "A Pair of Punished Pranksters" by _brainchild_ The moon was full, and the sky was plagued by ominous shadows. Two Darigan Neopets, a Scorchio and an Aisha, snuck onto the property, spray paint in hand. "I can't believe that Ella beat us in the Beauty Contest," grumbled the Scorchio. "We'll show her!"
He rushed over to the tower which stood next to the house. He pressed the button on the can and wrote "Ella stinks!" on the tower in neon letters. Snickering, he turned to his friend. "Now she'll— What are you doing?!"
"Wrecking the garden benches," grinned the Aisha, smashing the stone. "Spray paint isn't satisfying enough."
"You imbecile!" snarled the Scorchio. "They'll hear you and wake up! Then we'll get caught!"
The Aisha paused. "Well, let's hope that they're sound sleepers."
However, the victims had indeed been awakened. A Stealthy Draik rushed out of the house, her steps full of fury. "What is wrong with you?!" she yelled. "You'll pay for this!" Then, all of a sudden... time froze.
The two delinquents found themselves unable to move. "What gives?!" cried the Scorchio. "Let us go!"
"Not so easily," replied the Draik. She glanced at the smashed benches and the graffiti on the tower. "I am Maldice, Ella's sister. I live here with her, and I will not tolerate vandalism."
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