|Fall from GraceHow strange…Fyora thought to herself as she wandered along the corridors of her magnificent fortress, there seems to be no one here today…|
|The Miracle Who Fell From the Sky!You're a pain, Flor.|
|How a Hissi Learned to FlySchyff, a Magma Hissi, was sitting and quietly reading a book when a strange feeling came over him. The sort of feeling you get when you feel you’re being watched...|
|A Sailor's SkyHe tightly gripped the slip of paper in his claws, fearing that the gusts of wind would take his only chance at getting even a look from the Captain away from him...|
|And The Sky Was AlightWritten here is my report, dictated with a magical pen. Only the witness’s words are present, though you can likely infer my questions from the text. |
|Xucrão Shoots the BreezeHurling yourself off the Darigan Citadel into the buffeting winds... what could possibly go wrong?|
|Cloudy with a Chance of OH FYORA THE SKY'S FALLING!But of all the embarrassing and, to be perfectly frank, concerning things that I have done over the years, I believe that nothing will ever top the incident that my friends have taken to calling “The Miamouse Incident.”|
|Cotton Candy CloudsEtzie slammed the cupboard door shut. “No, I’m really not. We split rent for this place down the middle and you do nothing but sit in your room all day or laze around on the couch and eat pizza, which, of course you don’t clean up!”|
|Crowding the SkyThe sky provides much awe to planet-dwellers...|
|The Joy of FlightAnd so began my new hobby. I opened a bank account and started saving. |
|Castles in the Sky"The sky was growing imperceptibly darker, as the sun dipped ever lower, the clouds retaining their purplish hues. Alaina gave a last, long look at them, her periwinkle eyes sad and wistful.
Would Faerieland ever return to the clouds? she wondered."|
|You Are Now Leaving Neopia"We are the Grundos. We used to live in harmony and peace on the planet Doran."|
|Who Says You Need Wings?Today was different, somehow. A blooming, ripening sensation in his limbs. A sign that he was ready, perhaps.|
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"Castles in the Sky" by kentuckyfrychickenrl
The sun was setting, casting a faint pinkish glow over the ground, as Alaina made her way back to Faerie City. Captivated, the air faerie paused mid-flight to watch its descent. Overhead, the sky was a beautiful mixture of yellows, oranges, and pinks, with a band of blue stretching above. She caught sight of the clouds, painted pink and purple, and an abrupt pang of sadness and nostalgia seized at her as she was suddenly reminded of a different, yet infinitely more familiar set of clouds...ones she had not seen in what seemed an eternity.
She closed her eyes, remembering... She could see all of it so vividly, in her mind's eye -- the great sweep of clouds massing together, so close and connected that they seemed as one. Pastel mountain peaks emerging mysteriously through the thick, swirling white puffs. Streams of rainbows cascading from a series of clouds while other streams of clear, sparkling, blue water flowed serenely into springs. Two long cobbled bridges leading into the heart of the city, where cobblestones of magenta and violet opened to a multitude of bright and colorful shops, carpets of cloud hugging their bases like fluffy, snow-covered flowerbeds. And the castle, appearing in the distance like some lovely utopian palace, its pink and purple towers standing tall and dignified.
Faerieland had been a paradise, a place so perfect that it surely could only have existed in the most beautiful of dreams.
...And now it seemed, her dreams were the only place she could hope to see that majestic view. Alaina squeezed her eyes tighter, trying with a futile desperation to hold onto the vision, just a little longer, but the images slipped away, fading to nothing. Everything seemed to go out of her as she breathed out a sigh, letting her shoulders fall and her eyes release their hold.
Slowly, the air faerie let her eyes open. The sky was growing imperceptibly darker, as the sun dipped ever lower, the clouds retaining their purplish hues. Alaina gave a last, long look at them, her periwinkle eyes sad and wistful.
Would Faerieland ever return to the clouds? she wondered.
|Myths and Omens: In the Sky|
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|Young Jhudora and Queen Fyora|
She looked around the room and realized that something was wrong. She ran into the kitchen and gasped when she saw The Elder sitting on the floor, staring blankly at the wall.