Short Stories
 | Dixie's WingsDid you know that faeries are not born with their wings? They have to work hard to earn them. Let me tell you the story of how Dixie earned her wings.
by she_chose_love |  | A Beautiful Blumaroo and her Mystical TreasureTiv stepped into the fountain and grinned as the wondrous waters swirled around her. Rainbows danced across her skin as it changed color. However, something wasn't quite right. When the process was over, Tiv was horrified to find that she had been painted Maractite, not Maraquan.
by _brainchild_ |  | Testimony of a ThousandApollo was pounded for being a superfluous substance. His owner loved him very much, but LOVE was no bold enumeration on his birth certification. LOVE was not placed below AGE above FISHING SKILL; it only dependently existed, LOVE, a quantity slathered on the discriminating peripheral.
by dimartedi |  | The Hidden TreasureI rode down to the river one morning to see the spring blossoms bloom. My eyes were focused on the ground there, with each step a piece of earth crunched under my feet and the grass bent toward my way. Bending for an old Gnorbu, life and vitality bowing to time-worn straits.
by redken9x9 |  | So You Want To Be A Villain?Many have tried for every evil villain's dream of the power hungry grab to rule just one land, like Captain Scarblade's attack on New Maraqua, or wrest control of the entirety of Neopia, like the attempt Hubrid Nox made with his horde of undead slaves. Many have tried, but none have truly succeeded. Also by dark_angel_ds
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"A Beautiful Blumaroo and her Mystical Treasure" by _brainchild_
"Good morning, young Neopet," Naia the Fountain Faerie greeted Tivlia the Blumaroo. "Have you found the item I asked for?"
"Certainly!" replied Tiv. "One Gypmu!" She placed the petpet in the palm of the faerie's hand. "I hope it doesn't bite."
"It won't," stated Naia. "Gypmus are very timid." She set the petpet aside.
"May I please have my reward?" asked Tiv.
"Sure," answered Naia. "Which color would you like?"
"Maraquan," Tiv smiled eagerly.
"Of course." Tiv stepped into the fountain and grinned as the wondrous waters swirled around her. Rainbows danced across her skin as it changed color. However, something wasn't quite right. When the process was over, Tiv was horrified to find that she had been painted Maractite, not Maraquan.
"What gives?" Tiv blurted out. "I asked for Maraquan!"
"Maraquan?" replied the astonished faerie. "I'm so sorry! I thought you said Maractite, not Maraquan!"
"Could you please repaint me?" requested Tiv nervously.
"I would, but the magic has run out!" frowned the faerie. She thought for a few seconds, then added, "Raincheck. Please come back tomorrow when the magic has been replenished, and I'll repaint you. I'm so sorry about this!"
"Okay," replied Tiv. She left, somewhat disappointed. However, the problem wasn't devastating to her because she knew it could be fixed the following day.
The next day, Tiv returned to the fountain excitedly. "Good morning, Tiv," the faerie greeted her.
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