|Reporting live from Neopia
||Issue: 241 | 26th day of Hunting, Y8
|The Dark Before The Dawn: the BeginningThe day finally came where we ran out of food.
I knew it was coming; I just didn't want to admit it. The girls were off at
|Kayla's ValentineHer red fur touched something cold that felt
like metal. She clenched her paw around it and withdrew. It was a dusty photo frame...|
|The DreamerNeopia knows her from the Book of Ages and a
constellation fashioned in her honor hangs in our night sky, but there is another
story in her past, one that precedes the tale in the Book of Ages...|
|Unlikely EventsAll was the same, untouched by the ravages of
time, until a shape appeared in the far reaches of the desert, a mere black
speck, silhouetted against the sun...|
|It's Not Worth It|
Sighing, Drano sat up in bed and squinted across
the room at Stardust3974, his younger sister. "Morning," he said...
|Perfect Imperfection"Well," said Angie slowly. "Was the candy still
any good from Halloween, Winter?"|
|Lost Desert Chronicles: The FriendshipThinking
of the stories of treasure in the Lost Desert, a land he had heard of but never
seen, he steered his boat toward it...|
|Glass StoneThe Obsidian Dagger was the thorn in the side
of the rich, but no hero of the poor. One person profited from what he did,
and he was the one doing it...|
|Because You're Cursed"Oh, no!!!!" he screamed. "My fur is falling off!"
Panicked, Simba stumbled back into his room...|
|Royal PainHow do I look? The royal Poogle smiled at her
own little joke, admiring herself in a small, gold plated hand mirror. Perfect,
|Faerie FestivalLuna was a tall, thin faerie, about twelve years
old, and possibly the youngest grey faerie in Neopia. She hid in the shadows...|
|Why You Should Never Feed a MeepitI skidded to a halt and around
to see Zelda jump up into the lower branches of a tree. On the top there was
a meepit stuck in the branches...|
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"It's Not Worth It" by weaponstar
Drano7463 opened one eye, and then shut it again as a wave of harsh sunlight flooded into the room. He began counting under his breath. "One… two… three… four…" There was muffled banging from the next room. "Five… six… seven…" A door burst open. "Eight…" And then slammed shut. "Nine…" Drano's bedroom door was flung violently open...
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