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I Didn't Mean That, Fires!
by gold_23771__95
Description: I just wanted to... Nevermind!

 
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Hannah's Untimely Dawn: Part Two
Hannah almost didn’t realize she was being carried through the forests of Krawk Island, so dazed was she with her own thoughts and her grandfather’s condition. One of his arms was around her, and the other held the box containing the Mermaid’s Tear. He’s strong. He can protect me—and that bit of Grandma in the tear, too. she thought.

Art by Twillieblossom

by flufflepuff


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Petpets in Peril: Part One
Many 'pets in Neopia take on the responsibility of caring for their very own petpet, but did you know that these miniature beasts also appear in a number of games? This two-part article will list some of the games currently available that feature petpets, and give each a peril rating

by ratty170170

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Extreme Potato Counter: The Game Guide
A Yellow Wocky with a stylish mohawk approaches you and asks for your help counting potatoes. You figure, how hard can that be? Little do you know that this particular Wocky likes to count potatoes in a rather extreme fashion, but no need to fear! Our goal here is to help make counting these potatoes as painless and easy as possible.

Also by drobit.

by bha288


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Aurora's Assessment: Part One
Once upon a time, in a small vale between two lesser mountains in the Terror Mountain range, there was a tiny kingdom whose population was made up solely of Bori. This kingdom was called Sevenin, and was ruled by a king and queen.

by bittersweet52

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Peril in Brightvale's Beryl Meadows
The sisters treaded through lush green meadows, enjoying the vibrant voices of the birds as they approached their new home in Brightvale. The comforting breeze loosened leaves from their branches and danced upon the ladies' skin. Their hair twirled in the wind, reflecting bright sunshine. The grass was slightly dewy from the previous night's rainfall. When they reached their beautiful abode, they gazed in awe at its contents.

by _brainchild_



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