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Week - 270

Victory Incomplete
by wicked_summer
Description: It's hard to roar when you weigh about as much as the average bag of flour. It worked anyway. The faerie Acara screamed and fell backwards...

Week - 274

Carpenter and the Dark Sun
by wicked_summer
Description: It had been six months since the day Shard and I had been banished from the gallion clan we used to belong to. Six months, and the scars still hadn't healed; maybe they never would...

Week - 283

Shifting Sands and the Snowager: Part One
by wicked_summer
Description: He was standing on a ledge looking over Happy Valley, but from this distance the dome-shaped buildings shrunk to the size of matchboxes, and the individual pets to the size of ash falling from the matches...

 
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"We will be adding more stuff soon - please check back!" says the cute little description above the cozy picture of Kiko Lake...

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The Prize Most Sought
They were still quite a distance away from it, yet they could already hear the sounds of many, many voices within. Hanging over the bright red door was a dusty, peeling sign that read "The Pound"...

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