A buzz of excitement is in the air. Hordes of Neopians are walking toward the one, the only, Annual Chocolate Ball. Most are turned away at the door, for they have no invitation (granted only to the best of Neopia) in their paws, hands, or hooves. This reporter has managed to grab an invite from an innocent passerby (it was all in the name of journalism!), and is now standing inside the Chocolate factory...
In the Faerie's Garden The voice was soft, pleasant, and lacking in anything malevolent, but nonetheless, it made her skin crawl. There was just something eerie about being in a field, following an unknown voice...
The Garden of Ideas I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but he had his 'Just wait and all will be revealed' expression on, so I didn't push further questions...