"Rain" by shadowcristal The bleak sky hung over the whole area, cutting off every ray from the sun as it left drips and drops drumming on the ground. Heavy rain was falling, and far away the thunder rumbled like a hungry Symol's stomach. With her paws on the window, the young Eyrie stared...
The Portrait of Importance "I'd like you all to draw a portrait of the most
important thing in your life," he said merrily, his rectangular glasses perched
on the end of his nose...
Starlight Invasion: Mianne's Normality To the majority of Faerieland's inhabitants, she was
simply "that silly girl from the library," or worse still, "the book-freak with
the spectacles."
When the Weather is Grey: Part Two "You are, quite obviously, not in Neopia Central
anymore. Your coloring, along with all that rain you had last night, has brought
you to this island..."
Shadowchild: Part Four Dayne decided that she was glad that she wasn't the one who possessed such a coveted magic as the Storm - in stories, books, or legends,
owning unique magic was seemingly a blessing, but she now realized that in truth it was a curse in disguise...