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|Morphing Potions - Are they Worth It?There are several hundred Morphing Potions available out there to change your pet! You may be looking for a new colour, a different species, or a combination of both! You may even consider collecting Morphing Potions; bottles for Morphing Potions can be very pretty or impressive, perfect for showing off in your gallery. |
| Notorious: 5 Random Avatars! (Part 1)Hey lovely Neopian Times Readers! Is there an avatar you want but you can never seem to have? Well, me too. I believe most of us Neopians who identify as avatars collectors have that one avatar that endlessly eludes us.|
|Flowers and Plants you can Grow to Welcome Spring.Spring is here and what better way to welcome it than to start planting beautiful and fragrant foliage. It is the season where nature reawakens after a long icy cold winter. Let’s leave our cups of borovan behind and get out to enjoy the sunny and warm weather. |
|In-Depth Guide to Master: Snow Wars II.If you're trying to win this game's avatar or the trophy, this is the guide you need to read!|
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|Choosing A Basic ColourIn our current time in Neopia, we are all striving to push and push through to the next greatest iteration of our pets. Saving up for mutant transmogrification potions and Fire, Fire, Your Pants On Fire Paint Brushes. What is the latest and greatest in fashion and style, and how can we paint our pets to really maximize their appeal? |
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"Change Needs Growth:Part Two" by jehtredmonkey
"It's been a while, right, Patrick?" Nash, the red Psimouse, spat out the words.
"What do you want, Nash?" Patrick, the Psimouse with a green sparkling hat, tensed up.
"You have been running from me for too long. I knew you were hiding in Unishire, but I also knew that you would come out to play again, just like how we would play when we were little." Nash snickered. Patrick grew uncomfortable.
"What do you want, Nash?" The red Psimouse merely broadened his smile and walked closer to Patrick. Patrick took a few steps back, but allowed Nash to come up to him.
"Isn't it funny that Shane had you go instead of Mordecai?" Patrick was appalled by Nash's knowledge. "They wanted you to leave because they wanted to get rid of you. Mordecai the hero is now on his way to do everything himself."
"No. Mordecai believes in me." Patrick reassured himself.
"No, Mordecai believes in Mordecai. Do you think he could tolerate saving the world while you were running wild? He devised a master plan to get you out of Unishire and think you were saving your home, when really he gathered enough data to go and fix everything himself. You are being used." Nash strolled around Patrick casually as he filled Patrick's ears with venomous ideas.
"Mordecai… believes in me." Patrick persisted.
"Fine. Believe what you want. I am not going to chase you this time. I want you to see it for yourself. You have been lied to again. No one trusts you and that is because of what you are." Patrick was enraged. He clenched two fire motes and hurled one after another as Nash bounded off to a great distance. "See you sooner than you would wish for." Nash's grin crawled up to a creepy smirk. He summoned a smoke mote and launched it onto the ground. Patrick hurled more fire motes into the smoke hoping one would land on the red Psimouse. The smoke dissipated and Nash was gone, evidence of missed fire motes trailed behind the spot where Nash once stood.
The shadowy figures slunk through the dank tunnels. As the sludge dripped off their daggers and spears, they trudged higher and higher. They reached the hidden gate and cast the spell that would open the enchanted gate.
|The Whispering Wail Sword:Part Four|
Deep in the old castles of Meridell, Mina and Talzadon stood by the armor-filled well, despondent. Mina had stopped breathing fire while they contemplated their options in the darkness. “I’ve got an idea,” she said almost solemnly, “but it’s up to you to make it work.”