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Issue: 991 | 8th day of Gathering, Y25 |
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Short Stories
 | A Hero's Journey: How to Meet Your Heroes"Meridell Castle’s library was one of Lisha’s favourite places – so much so that as she grew older, she eagerly took on the role as Meridell’s Archivist and head librarian. She enjoyed poring over new and old books..."
by precious_katuch14 |  | A Molten Friend"It was dark when the little Starry Zafara awoke. A little too dark..."
by misspolar |  | The Moulin"Alfie stepped down from the balloon’s short, wooden steps with a crunch. His boot sinking deep into a layer of thick, powdery snow..."
by marina5_55 |  | Finding Community in Chocolate"Niluw straightened her shirt out in the mirror. She adjusted her crown. She pushed down her pants. She fidgeted with her ears..."
by surging |  | Bringing Spring to Neopia"The air was serene but cold, the bitter harshness of winter finally starting to show signs of fading. Patches of snowfall still lay on the barren ground with a few pink primroses sprinkled throughout..."
by snofoxe |
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"Bringing Spring to Neopia" by snofoxe
The air was serene but cold, the bitter harshness of winter finally starting to show signs of fading. Patches of snowfall still lay on the barren ground with a few pink primroses sprinkled throughout, their jade green leaves tinged with frost but still holding up strong. Overshadowing the grove were the sky-high giant sequoia trees, their pine-filled branches sinking under the weight of snow but still providing a sense of greenery and some semblance of life in the forest. A gust of chilled wind whipped through the thicket of trees, ruffling the fur of a creature that was normally small but looked even more minuscule beneath the wooden giants. Her sepia-coloured fur shone brightly against the environment when the forest wasn't filled with luscious green and brown vegetation but you could tell she would blend into the scene nicely in summer. Her pelt was decorated with small bunches of azure flowers, adorning her head, chest, and tail, giving her the namesake of Fleurra, the Woodland Lupe. The flowers lining her pelt seemed to be living, breathing peony blossoms, almost growing out of her very frame, appearing to have no problem thriving in this cold climate, unlike other flowers. The petite Lupe stepped forward slowly, approaching the calico ground covered in snow
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 Bargain with a Dark Faerie
"...Hú took the advice and didn't say another word about it. It didn't take long before Hú realized why the light was necessary; a thick fog seemed to materialize out of nowhere as they wove deeper and deeper into the woods."
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 Sands of an Hourglass
"A shy Meerca servant entered the throne room of the Kheruvian palace. Approaching the impressive throne and the intimidating Shadow Gelert, he said, 'Um, King Ammar?'..."
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