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Venn's Return from the Isolated Island

For Venn, an Orange Lutari left stranded on Lutari Island, that year’s Lutari Day could not have come soon enough. This was the one day of the year on which the storm around the island weakened just enough for magical teleportation through it to be possible.

by mbredboy31
Unlikely Friends

Royce the Elderly Bruce had spent the first half of his life carrying a sack of mail from one Neohome to another and delivering messages. His assigned locality had been in the suburbs of Neopian Central, and he’d known the area like the back of his right flipper. Each day he’d trudged down the same streets, waved hello to the same group of gossiping Unis trotting down Usuki Avenue, and made his way past a half-dozen Lupes out by their decks. That was all a lifetime ago, before Royce had been swept up in the glamorous world of petpet shows.

by sunbathr
Lost and Found Again

So she got out. She did not know where she was. Her wings, thankfully, still worked, and after she’d flown up a little distance, she could see that she was just outside the w

by geniusbulb
A Pair of Punished Pranksters

The moon was full, and the sky was plagued by ominous shadows. Two Darigan Neopets, a Scorchio and an Aisha, snuck onto the property, spray paint in hand. "I can't believe that Ella beat us in the Beauty Contest," grumbled the Scorchio. "We'll show her!"

by _brainchild_
Jhudora's Curse

As magical as Healing Springs is, there was one time the magic of it went terribly wrong. It all started when the water faerie who runs the Healing Springs was sick and had her friend Lily fill in for her for the day while she rested and focused on getting better...

by she_chose_love
 
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"Lost and Found Again" by geniusbulb
Scellea woke up in the middle of the forest. There was a Kacheek farmer standing over her with a pitchfork in his paw and a very angry look on his face. “What do you think you’re doing?” he said. “You can’t just sleep wherever you want. This is my property!” She tried to speak but found her beak was full of leaves. She spat it out. “Sorry—” she began. “Oh, just get out of here,” said the farmer. “Kids these days!” So she got out. She did not know where she was. Her wings, thankfully, still worked, and after she’d flown up a little distance, she could see that she was just outside the walls of Altador; she’d crashed into some Altadorian farm. But— She flew into the city, landed near one of the reflecting pools, and stared at herself. She was a Faerie Eyrie, a little dusty, with a few leaves still stuck in her feathers. She remembered her name but nothing else about herself, even where she’d come from. She had nothing to her name. “It looks like I’m here for now,” she said to herself. Even the short flight from the farm to the city had exhausted her, and she suspected that one of her wings was sprained. She was hungry, too. She walked instead of flying to Exquisite Ambrosia, where the cheerful Skeith shopkeeper stood selling mountains of bread and grapes and fresh cheese. “What do you mean, you don’t have any money?” he said to her.




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The Benefits of Joining the Neoboards Today!
Jumping into ongoing conversations can be scary for a new user, but just what are the rewards of taking off your lurker cap and jumping into fellow user discussions?

Also by dragondancer007

by imcatcrazy11


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Are You an Altador Cup Fanatic?
To make matters worse, many fans are in complete denial about being obsessed with the Cup--you could be addicted and not even know it. So how can you tell if you are one of these crazed fans? Well, in honor of the 11th annual Altador Cup, we’re here to help you recognize if you are truly an Altador Cup fanatic.

Also by drobit

by bha288


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Desert Requiem: Part Two
The Grand Hall of Sakhmet Palace, used to being the venue for important audiences, was to bear witness to an event of historic significance that day. Courtiers in their finery took up position on either side of the room, for once not engaging in idle chatter; their expressions were of rapt attention.

by kalnya

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The Moderately Evil Faerie: Part Four
Spite and Vanity huddled together as the ship rocked. Their stomachs churned as they watched the pirates on board spar with their cutlasses. They felt ridiculous and out of place, but Malice and Jhudora were having the time of their lives. Malice was dressed as a swashbuckling captain while Jhudora went with her usual Neovian attire.

by rocksysmom

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Just Jelni: Blessing Blunder
Generous faeries will only tolerate so much.

by angul888

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Not an Artist
That's NOT how it's done.

by mythicalcanadian



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