Week - 536 Welcome to Neopia by aethelar

Description: Maybe this was a mistake, I thought to myself. I was new to Neopia – only just finished filling in my account opening forms, in fact.

Week - 598 The Day After Lutari Day: Part One by aethelar

Description: It was the day after Lutari Day, and we were taking the day off to enjoy a trip to the beach. Bannok, my young and eternally curious Kyrii, was beside himself with excitement.

Week - 599 The Day After Lutari Day: Part Two by aethelar

Description: "Is it a petpet?" Bannok asked, leaning over me to see it. His words made me think of Callum, and I looked around with a flash of panic – but the vacana was fine, sitting on top of the beach bag and watching from a safe distance.

Week - 600 The Day After Lutari Day: Part Three by aethelar

Description: "Come on, sleepy head," I said fondly. "Let's get some tea in you, then I think it's off to bed."

Week - 601 The Day After Lutari Day: Part Four by aethelar

Description: The Brightvale Library was grand, with high, vaulted ceilings and a royal purple and gold carpet down the main hall...

Week - 602 The Day After Lutari Day: Part Five by aethelar

Description: "Oi!" I said as I turned around and caught the Lutari red handed in the act of stealing a pancake. It froze for a second, looking at my with big puppy eyes...

Week - 700 Happy 700th NT Edition!! (Or Not) by megamak

Description: Maybe I should have done this the other way around... Also by Aethelar

Week - 710 Coffee by aethelar

Description: It's like a whole new Neopet. Also by sophieauditore

Week - 735 Bedtime Stories by aethelar

Description: ost of all though, I love my pets, the two bundles of fluff that keep life interesting and give me reason to smile each day. I reminded myself of this at one o'clock in the morning. I love my pets. I do.

Week - 744 The Secret of the Faerie Quests by aethelar

Description: A collectable card. A toy ball. A stick of red lipstick. These are all items that the questing faeries may ask for to complete their spells, but how on earth can these things be of any use?

Week - 750 Chasing Treasure: Part One by aethelar

Description: "Well, what did you expect?" Bannok asked, adjusting the helm a degree or two to starboard to catch the shifting wind. "Royal pets. Always got to outdo each other, building bigger palaces and throwing fancier parties." The timbers of the Silver Arkmite creaked as she swung around, the salt-soaked ropes slapping against the mast as the sails filled.

Week - 751 Chasing Treasure: Part Two by aethelar

Description: Midnight came. Midnight went. Half past midnight came and went. At seventeen minutes to one, Sam appeared, bow tie hanging untied around his neck and shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Week - 752 Chasing Treasure: Part Three by aethelar

Description: They made sail under the last fringes of darkness, the rosy hue of dawn leeching into the sky above them. Bannok gripped the helm with white knuckled fingers and focussed on staying awake and vertical. Sam could handle the rest of the ship himself, and Niettah - so long as she wasn't getting in the way, that was all Bannok needed.

Week - 753 Chasing Treasure: Part Four by aethelar

Description: As Sam said, the wreck was old. The rot-blackened wood of the hull was riddled with damaged and missing sections, and those that remained were almost more barnacle and seaweed than wood.

Week - 754 Chasing Treasure: Part Five by aethelar

Description: "What on earth are these?" Sam asked, nose twisting in disgust. "It's a scrap box of broken things." He pulled one of them out, holding it with the tips of two fingers, and held it up for inspection. It looked like it might, once, have been a battledome weapon - a ray gun, perhaps?

Week - 755 Chasing Treasure: Part Six by aethelar

Description: Bannok prodded gingerly at his bad shoulder. It wasn't bleeding - wasn't even that badly hurt, on the surface - but the whole thing was a blue-black mess of bruise. He was only grateful that the swelling was being kept under control by the tight bandage he'd wrapped around it. His ribs, though. One of those was cracked at least, maybe broken.

Week - 756 Chasing Treasure: Part Seven by aethelar

Description: It took them three days to reach the island. They could have gone faster, perhaps, but after losing two map pieces to the Comte's crew (if the lupe and elephante had in fact been working for the Comte, which seemed likely) Bannok was being cautious.

Week - 757 Chasing Treasure: Part Eight by aethelar

Description: Bannok felt numb. He joined the throng of jeering pirates and almost didn't care if he was seen. Everyone's attention was on the Arkmite, on Bannok's captured ship.

Week - 758 Chasing Treasure: Part Nine by aethelar

Description: Sam came to slowly, dragging himself into a foggy, pain filled consciousness. His head throbbed, a dull ache radiating out from the base of his skull. His arms hurt when he tried to move them, aching from being tied too tightly behind his back for too long.