|Week - 571|
A Matter of Perspective
|Description: The WORST!|
|Week - 574|
Right back at you
|Description: Hey, you!|
|Week - 593|
|Description: Just another day at the office.|
|Week - 594|
|Description: While the battle for the Obelisk is raging...|
|Week - 604|
The Old Switcheroo: Part One
|Description: Night was falling and the archaeologists were packing up. Now that the Obelisk was sitting in its neatly dug crater, all that was left to do was to clean, sort and pack all the ancient findings which would then be sent to various museums...|
|Week - 605|
The Old Switcheroo: Part Two
|Description: "Yo, what's up, my Guildies?" Kanrik called out, giving everyone a peace sign.
His greeting was met with a heavy silence and puzzled stares.
|Week - 606|
The Old Switcheroo: Part Three
|Description: He took a little too long to reply. "I had some errands I wanted to run."
Brynn was getting worried. Hanso wasn't smiling or chattering, and she was starting to think that something bad had happened to put him in such a mood.
|Week - 607|
The Old Switcheroo: Part Four
|Description: "It was going all right, at first! It was fun," Hanso explained, sounding as though he still couldn't quite believe what had happened. "Until... until I... I took off the hood."|
|Week - 608|
The Old Switcheroo: Part Five
|Description: Dawn was barely rising, yet Professor Lambert was already awake and fully dressed. Even though all the factions knew that it was in their interest to start the day as early as possible, the Seekers were usually the earliest risers. |
|Week - 609|
The Old Switcheroo: Part Six
|Description: Dear Counterpart,
I trust that by now you have understood the nature of our unfortunate condition. I assure you that I have not damaged your body or used it to mar your reputation in any way...
|Week - 610|
The Old Switcheroo: Part Seven
|Description: Dear Diary,
(Hi by the way, I see that I've never called you Dear Diary before and I apologise, I should really be nicer to you and to people in general instead of scowling all the time.)
|Week - 611|
The Old Switcheroo: Part Eight
|Description: Hanso managed to sneak out of the Tournament Hall through a side door. He stretched happily, breathing in the fresh air. Even for someone with so much charisma, it felt good to get out of the spotlight. |
|Week - 612|
The Old Switcheroo: Part Nine
|Description: "How dare you treat your king so rudely!" said Hanso in his most regal tone. "Have all of you become unable to recognise my face?"|
|Week - 613|
|Description: "You're going down, Taelia!"
The Snow Faerie whirled round and squinted into the blizzard, trying to make out the owner of the voice.
|Week - 623|
Second Chance: Part One
|Description: Brynn set the letters down on Fyora's desk. The anonymous notes were composed of newspaper clippings.
"Winged tyrants again."
|Week - 624|
Second Chance: Part Two
|Description: Xandra grasped Hanso's wrists and pulled him closer. Brynn saw him flinch. "I want you to bring it to me," the sorceress hissed. |
|Week - 625|
Second Chance: Part Three
|Description: Rasala sighed. "Where to begin? All ancient Faerie lore is in Xandra's possession. She keeps it under tight watch to stop traitor Neopians from using it to become 'tyrants' themselves."|
|Week - 626|
Second Chance: Part Four
|Description: "Where do you think you're going?" she hissed before pulling Brynn into an empty corridor. "You can't be seen out there! You've been missing for years in this world, remember?"|
|Week - 627|
Second Chance: Part Five
|Description: "Crazy?" He laughed a wheezy, broken laugh. "The whole world is crazy, Brynn. And it's all thanks to me!"|
|Week - 628|
Second Chance: Part Six
|Description: "They must not recognise you," he said firmly. "It's bad enough with that Faerie aura sparkling around you. Don't speak a word."|
|Week - 629|
Second Chance: Part Seven
|Description: She could feel the void rising up like water around the narrow bridge of solid ground they walked on; cold, intangible things crept out of it, making her fur bristle. She couldn't see them, but she knew they were all around her...|