The Vitruvian Wizard: Part Three The desert sands were harsh on Septimus's face, and the heat was doing him no favours either. For a man born and bred in Neopia Central, and having spent much of his adult life in the dark and dank cellars of the Museum, the desert was a shock to his system.
The Oldest (Baby) Sister: Part One It was a Winter's Night in Altador; the snow was piled up and it continued to fall from the grey sky. I found myself waking up...