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"Covert - Archives" by rs_rbn
It began with a letter, crisp and regal, the envelope a milky white; I read the writing multiple times just to make sure it was not mistakenly delivered to me. Yet there it was, my name, in the most pristine and smooth handwriting I had ever seen:
Sir Vorack of Neovia
You have been summoned to dine at Cedar House, this very evening.
Wear your Sunday's best. No guests.
And at the bottom, instead of a signature, was a stamp of an upside down question mark.
How odd it was that I, a lowly archivist, getting such an invitation - and to an estate, no less! Quickly, I cleaned up, dressed in my finest silk suit, top hat and my good pair of glasses. Grabbing my bag, which carried my notebook, ink, quills and keys, I headed out into the fog.
The night was colder and darker than it usually is at this time, and the fog was as thick as the moon was bright. The silence was eerie; not a noise could be heard other than the shuffling of my own feet. I couldn't tell where I was nor how long I had been walking, but I continued to head west, in the direction of the estate. Suddenly, a chill crept up my spine as a warm and shuddering breath spread across the nape of my neck.
|10 Things To Do: Get Through the Neopian Winter!|
Winter can be a scary time in Neopia… blowing gales, icy streets – and worst of all, the Snowager is at large! Ahh! So, are you thinking of hiding out at Kiko Lake or Mystery Island through the winter? Maybe catch a cloud to Faerieland? These are the best ways to feel warm and free through the Neopian winter instead of shoveling snow to find the scratchcard kiosk!
|Neopets; the financial education all kids need|
In the year 2000, several students were piled into the school’s computer lab. I watched in amazement as my friends logged into their Neopets account, clicking furiously as the pages slowly loaded on the archaic dial-up internet connection. I was one of those students that merely watched as I did not know what Neopets was all about. I saw images of the most adorable looking pets, beautiful and mesmerizing items, whose purpose I could merely fathom (why is he giving a paint brush to the pet, can it paint?). My best friend explained as briefly as he could, his attention primed on the computer screen.
|Covert - Archives|
It began with a letter, crisp and regal, the envelope a milky white; I read the writing multiple times just to make sure it was not mistakenly delivered to me.
Co-written with not (bethany) for our guild Covert.