|Battle Quills... ready!
||Issue: 218 | 2nd day of Celebrating, Y7
|The Jackals of Sakhmet - Kasha's Plot: Part NineCole
had never had so many people's attention before; neither had he made a speech,
but he tried anyway...|
|Ghostchasers: Part SixThe Eyrie's feathers ruffled, his tail twitched.
It was as if he were waiting for the Shoyru to make a move before he pounced...|
|Shadowchild: Part FourDayne decided that she was glad that she wasn't the one who possessed such a coveted magic as the Storm - in stories, books, or legends,
owning unique magic was seemingly a blessing, but she now realized that in truth it was a curse in disguise...|
|Murgoh: Part ThreeMurgoh's attack threw the Kougra
off balance, making him completely open to an attack from the white Lupess, who
rammed into the Kougra hard enough to knock him off his feet...|
|Purple Pebble: Part FourAfter about an hour, they saw Feri casually strolling
towards the Omelette - trying to act cool. She was dressed in the coolest and
|Blessing: Part ThreeThey had not travelled far from her mother's house, on the
Meri Acres Farm, when Allara stopped abruptly and turned her gaze towards her
travelling companion, the tiny, mysterious Mi Toria...|
|When the Weather is Grey: Part Two "You are, quite obviously, not in Neopia Central
anymore. Your coloring, along with all that rain you had last night, has brought
you to this island..."|
|After the Dance: Part Two"They call
me Callie." The Darigan Aisha was careful to use the nickname to mask her true
identity, just in case...|
|Hubrid's Attempted Hero Heist: Part Two"You're Fluffy?!" an older, female voice screeched. "What were you thinking, Sally!"
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|Sight: Part TwoI felt like I had been unconscious for only
a minute or two. But I could feel the temperature had dropped. It must be dark...|
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"The Working Girl" by lightninglover34
Hunnybee sighed as her daughter's voice rang out for the seventeenth time that hour. Plodding down the hall and yanking open the door, she stumbled through the sea of plushies covering the rug and arrived, alive, by the side of the bed. "What now?"