"The Survivor" by lupe_hunter_7 I remember when the gypsy caravan arrived on our street. It was warm and sunny, just a typical summer day. Like the rest of the residents living on Rainbow Lane, I wondered why a caravan had chosen to come here, of all places. I went out of my Neohome, curious to see what would happen next. A few seconds later, three girls, a Pink Aisha, a Red Wocky, and a Blue Usul, came out from the back of the caravan and began setting up their shop. All three of them wore the same patched up clothing...
Background Voices of Neopia: Lord Darigan Here's the thing about citadels: nobody goes to citadels. Ever. They're cold, damp, lack any sort of beachfront property, and almost always seem to be inhabited by deposed despots walking around in their bathrobes.
Greatclaw: Part One The Draik glanced around him. He turned his head towards the guards riding behind him. "We must hurry. We must get to Brightvale before the sun rises."
Some Kind of Superstar: Part One I've always wanted to be on Neovision. I want people to know my name. I want people to look at my face and instantly think, 'Kristen the Purple Shoyru.'