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Issue: 513 | 23rd day of Gathering, Y13 |
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Short Stories
 | The MoveAcaberry had a hard time adjusting to change when we moved to Mystery Island.
by chestnuttiger787 |  | From Green to Faerie, from Ogrin to GrarrlHow a particular pet changed colors so many times, with allusions to the fall of Faerieland.
by mortesth |  | Hostile Takeover"Mind-control, it never fails. The only question now is, how do I do it? Hypnosis, nanobots, little mind-control caps?"
by a_greenparrot |  | Silent EchoI'm a musician. Or at least, I used to be.
by lux_aeterna1234 |  | The Forgotten PrincessA beautiful green Lutari sat in her room, combing out her silky black hair. Her black eyes were still and sad...
by natverdi |  | I'm Just That Big Monster That Broke Your IslandIt's not as if anyone has bothered to ask me; I mean, I'm only the giant monster under the sea...
by codswobble |  | The Song of the PoundFor no reason specifically, the crying stopped. For one golden moment, no one screamed.
by dragonsdomainaa |  | Faeries' Dilemma "We may both be snow faeries, but that doesn't mean that all snow faeries hand out quests."
Also by eleete
by chat_adik |  | Another Ill-Fated Faerie Festival"Canceling the Festival would just send the message that we are too scared to face evil, and then what would happen to our reputation?"
by mystie06 |  | A Thousand Years ApartWhat she saw made her jaw drop, and almost brought tears to her eyes.
There in the small clearing lay a baby Pink Xweetok.
by saeryena |  | Feathers to Flippers"What happened to you?!" she gasps.
"What does it look like?" I grumble, floating over to my Fresh Bamboo Bed. "Stupid lab ray."
by pinkkea |  | Learning Curve"Benji," Jenna says slowly, because Benji obviously has a death wish. "This is a dark faerie."
by maraqua_berry |  | Saved by Grey"If only it could rain," she whispered softly into the breeze.
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Headlines "Another Ill-Fated Faerie Festival" by mystie06 This year, the Festival was not being held in a garden, where anyone could wander by and cast a spell on the faeries, but in the grand ballroom of the palace. The large windows of the ballroom had been specially enchanted so that the faeries inside could look out and see the beautiful gardens, while those outside the windows looking in would see only their own reflections. Security in and around the palace was on high alert, and the guards in and around...
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