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*You walk into what you were told was Princess' bedroom, but look around in surprise; sure you went into the wrong room. The room is filled with bookshelves, though despite the many shelves the books sit in towering piles on the floor. Clearly they are in such frequent use that it is simply easier to put them in the pile, or else there isn't room for them. Just as you are making up your mind that this is the library you heard about, you catch a glimpse of a bed between two bookshelves. A slight rustle of paper catches your attention. You walk over, and behind another bookshelf is a cluttered desk, seated at it is the person you came to see.*

Oh, hello there! I'm sorry; I didn't hear you come in. Will you have seat, I keep a few chair clear for guests. I have to; Yanli doesn't understand my system, so she'll just set the books anywhere if she has to clear a chair for herself. It's not her fault though; she's just too easily distracted to keep a thought like that in her head.

*she pushes her reading glasses up her nose a little*

You want to hear about me, whatever for? I'm not very interesting, and anyone who tells you otherwise is probably a part of my family. Are you sure you wouldn't like to hear about the life cycles of Scarabs and their impact on Desert life? That is truly fascinating. No? All right then, I'll oblige, but there isn't too much to tell.

I do not talk about my past before the pound; I'll not go further back than that final day in the pound. I've worked hard to forget being abandoned, and those long weeks in the pound. I'm not one for novels, particularly the sentimental kind, and of course, while there is no happy ending yet, I think I can say I've had a happily ever after.

It's a moment I'll never forget, the day a young girl walked into the pound. She was short, and her hair was surprisingly long, which I think is what drew my eye, it was so long that she could probably sit on it. She was wandering, shocked and nervous; clearly it was her first visit to the pound.

I was just a Red Uni, I hadn't combed my mane that morning, and I wasn't particularly exuberant as I had stayed up late reading the night before. But, maybe that was what drew her to me; the pound must be a horrible place where look obsessed Unis weren't even given hairbrushes.

Hello." She said. The voice wasn't quite as high pitched as I expected with that much blonde hair. Of course, that is a stereotype, and I of all people should have known better.

What is your name?" she asked.

For a moment, I didn't realize she was talking to me. "Oh, me? Princess."

That's a nice name." she smiled at me. "I'm Kristykimmy."

There was an awkward moment of silence between us.

So, you like the Lost Desert?" she asked.

I looked down at my magazine, a geographical edition all about the Lost Desert. I'd been twitted about my 'un-Uni like' by the other pets at the pound already, so I was a little defensive.

Maybe."

I was there yesterday." Kristy told me.

My caution disappeared in quicker than you could have said 'Warf'. "Really?"

Yup, everything has finally settled down out there, now that the crown has been found and Princess Sankara has been dealt with. We went to Coltzan's shrine and nothing seemed to happen, but later I found that I had almost a thousand more Neopoints than I had brought with me."

My jaw wanted to drop, but I didn't want to look stupid in front of this stranger. She had actually gone to see Coltzan's Shrine; I thought she was the luckiest person in the world.

The next statement was just as unexpected. "So, would you like to come home with me?"

Me?" I gasped.

It might seem silly, but while I wanted to get out of the pound, I had never thought about being adopted. I was still stinging from the betrayal of being left there. Still, Kristy seemed nice, she was pretty young, but she seemed like she knew what she was doing. Not the get a new pet and then dump them when bored type. Plus, she asked me if I wanted to come home, not just dragged me away because she could.

I guess so." I replied.

She smiled, and I couldn't help smiling back. After all the paperwork was filled out, I was officially hers. We left the pound and walked through the streets of Neopia Central in the crisp early December air. The conversation focused on my new family. I now had two sisters who weren't too much older than I was. Kristy worked odd jobs; we lived in the suburbs just outside of the city in a modest house. Kristy didn't ask me where I had come from, or why I was in the pound. My past didn't matter, if I wanted to talk about it I knew I could, but she wasn't going to pry.

We soon arrived at 80900 Market Street, my forever home. The door flew open as we approached it and a Faerie Cybunny and Blue Grundo came running out. They both stopped a foot in front of me and smiled nervously. Getting a new sister was a big deal, and they weren't sure how to be friendly without being overwhelming.

I'm Princess." I said, hoping I didn't sound as awkward as I felt.

The Grundo smiled a little wider, and ran a hand through her short and tousled orange hair. "I'm Chloe, and this Elise. She's the eldest." Elise nodded in agreement and said, "Welcome, Princess."

We stood through another moment of silence. "I'm freezing, and I hate the cold. Why are we standing outside? Who wants Hot Chocolate?"

We all chimed in and went inside.

Chloe took me to my room after we were done with our drinks. I smiled as I looked around; it had a book shelf with a few books on it. I went immediately to it.

There is a comb and hair brush on your vanity," Chloe told. "And, I left you a bottle of nail polish. Kristy got it for me, but I hate painting my nails, so I thought you'd like it. It's pink."

Thanks. I'll make sure to use it sometime. I'm not one for nail polish, either, though. It takes too long to dry, and you might get some on your book if you try to read with wet hoofs."

Huh, you like to read?" Chloe asked.

Doesn't everybody?" I asked.

I don't think so, but we all do. But, Elise likes painting better, and I like, well,"

Well?"

Fighting. Elise is the battle pet, 'cause she's older, but I wanna fight in the Battledome too. Kristy says when I'm older."

I like history." I volunteered.

We chatted for hours. I love all my siblings equally, but I knew from that moment that Chloe and I were going to be best friends. I still have that bottle of nail polish. I never used it, I put it on my desk as a keepsake, and I take it with me when I travel.

A few weeks later, Kristy went to Mystery Island for the day. Her parents live there, so I guess that is where she came from too. When she came home that afternoon, she brought a Beekadoodle with her, a present from her mother to me. I loved my bird so much right from the start. I named her Becky. She's been my faithful companion ever since, sitting on my shoulder or desk as I studied through the years.

It was wonderful, my new home, my new family, everything. I didn't think things could get any better. Then, in March, just as Spring was beginning to hint at its plans for arrival, another change came with the weather. Kristy decided to adopt again.

This time it was a boy, a little Yellow Pteri named Bluejay. We all thought he was the cutest thing, and he was most definitely overwhelmed to suddenly be the center of attention. Kristy quickly bought him a blue paint brush, so he would match his name. He quickly found our well stocked bookshelves, and he proved to only slightly less bookish than I. His interest was astronomy, though.

Kristy worked hard and saved her money, and a three years later she bought Bluejay and I paintbrushes. Of course, mine was Desert, since that is my favorite area to study. Bluejay's was Starry, because it was still blue and it matched his interests.

For Chloe, she bought a full laboratory map so we could get access to the Secret Lab. Since Chloe had taken over being the battle pet, she wanted access to the lab to help with her training.

Life continued pretty much the same way it always had for about another year. The changes that came were fairly dramatic. First, Yanli. Completely out of the blue, Kristy brought home a green Zafara about a year younger than Bluejay. The child knew no middle-ground, everything she does is done wholeheartedly, and that means six times the energy that most people put in when you say wholeheartedly. She is hyper to the extreme, has the attention span of a Warf, but that might be a sign of genius. She can solve even the toughest anagrams, spoken or read, in seconds without trying, and work out puzzles pretty easily if she can keep her mind on it long enough to take in all the information. However, she's too distractible to sit at her work for long, so her actual knowledge is often unimpressive.

I was warned fairly early on that Kristy was 'mildly' unstable, mentally. That might be true, but it is a harmless sort that leads her into all sorts of impulsive trouble. This meant that choosing to be a journalist would be a very unwise decision, which may be why she made it. It has been quite the adventure, I suppose, though we have spent more time visiting her in the hospital than we would like.

Not long later, Sakhmet disappeared. This distressed me greatly, and while it was missing, Kristy and I did all in our power help where help was needed. When it came back there was much destruction from Jazan's creatures. Kristy volunteered to open her home to a refugee, and that is when Anita came.

Anita is a sophisticated girl, a bit rich as well, who had been born and raised in Sakhmet. She was not much younger than Kristy, and older than all of us. She had been sent to us because she had been injured and need some care while she recovered and had a new home built. At first, I think she felt guilty about relying on us so much, she had been sent there by the Sakhmetian government before she had a say in the matter, or else she probably would have hired a nurse and gone to a hotel somewhere.

She had traveled a lot, so she had a lot of stories to share. I think she was as in awe of our lives as we were of hers. She had never had much of a family. Her parents had passed when she was too young to remember them, and her only living relative was a cousin who was significantly older than her. We were already a family mostly of adoptees, so it was easy for her to settle into our lives and become a part of our family.

Four months after she first came to live with us, Kristy filled out adoption papers, making it official. She was a part of the family. She and Kristy are like sisters, since they aren't far apart in age, and she is truly our sister.

Not very long later, Kristy started a foster pet service. All of the fosters were quickly adopted after their period with us. Then came Inna, she was a baby, and horribly shy. She didn't get adopted quickly like the others. After three weeks of waiting, Kristy brought her home to stay.

That is pretty much my family. Oh, there is Hector, Dr. Worth, a Doctor of Archaeology. He is a teacher at the Royal University of Sakhmet. He is also an archaeologist and has led many excavations funded by the University. I go to Sakhmet to say with him and learn from him as often as I can. I enjoy sitting in on his classes, they are highly informative. He is highly approving on my desire to become a historian.

Yes, I hope to be a historian someday. I just love history so much, and setting to right the misconceptions we have come to about much of the Desert history is my passion. I also apprentice where I can, to learn all that I can, even if it isn't about the Lost Desert. Most commonly, I study under Finneus, in Altador.

My room has essentially become the house's second library, though I do keep many books down there. I also work down there when I am not too deeply engrossed in my work. I like to try to keep in touch with my family.

I don't have any hobbies, I'll admit. I never read non-fiction any more, and I despise romance novels. I don't have much taste in music or art, though I like everything my siblings play or Elise paints. I enjoy traveling; mostly talking to people and learning the history of each town I visit. People tell me that I'm inclined to give too much information about history. I also dislike the Haunted Woods, with all the zombies and ghouls, and such. They are so ridiculous, trying to be scary and just end up being absurd.

I can't really think of anything more to say, really. I hope I haven't bored you terribly. You really would have enjoyed hearing about the Scarabs better, I think. Well, come back another time and I will tell you about them. Have a good day, farewell.

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My mom Kristy. She's a journalist at a the second biggest paper in Neopia Central. She's very, um, blonde. She likes to draw and write, she fangirls knights, and is very loyal to Meridell, where we live half the year.

My older sister Anita. Anita was adopted into the family following the events in the Lost Desert years ago. She is from a old and respectable Sakhmetian family. She likes to travel the world with her closest companion her Seti Celine. She's amazing, and so is her cousin who is an archaeologist and professor at a University in Sakhmet.

This is my older sister Elise. She is a lady. She paints landscapes attends to all the gardens and does needle work. Her real love is the piano, she is a pianist. She also feels that it is her job to try to restrain some of Kristy's more chaotic impulses.

This is Chloe. Chloe and I really don't have that much in common, in all honesty, but she is my best friend in the world. She is dedicated to becoming the ultimate battle girl, and to justice. She trains constantly and works as a secretary at the Defenders of Neopia.

This is Bluejay. He is the cutest little brother ever, and the only boy of the family. He likes to read and stargaze. He is one of the 'Three' which is comprised of him and his two directly younger sisters.

This is Yanli. She's a sweetheart, though massively hyperactive with the attention span of a Warf. She likes, rainbows, butterflies, Faellies, anything sugary, and spending time with her family. She is also a member of the 'Three'.

This is Molly. She hails from Altador, where she was born a fisherman's daughter. She lost her parents in a tragic accident at sea when she was small. Yanli and I met her while I was working in the Archives there. She stole Kristy's heart and was soon brought home to be a part of our family. She is the final member of the 'Three'.

This is Inna. Inna is the precious baby of the family. She is wonderfully sweet and we all adore her. She is painfully shy around strangers.

My likes and Dislikes

My likes:

I love history, as I've said, but Lost Desert history is my favorite thing to study.

I like to go to Coltzan's shrine when I can. His death was so tragic, there was still so much we could have learned from him. I only hope Amira and Vanessa know what they are doing...

Oh, this plushie. It's just a plushie, nothing more. *Blushes* What about the other thousand pieces of Nightsteed stufff? It was on sale. Stop it, you're worse than Chloe!

My Dislikes

I hate thieves. They often steal valuable pieces of history, robbing us of the wonderful stories we might have known.

I hate romances novels, well romance in general I suppose. Period.

I hate ghost and ghouls and mummies and zombies and well anything undead I suppose. The Haunted Woods are so annoying. You can't walk through it without being bothered by someone who thinks that they are so scary.

My Home

My Room
This is my room. Its really peaceful. Kristy built me lots of bookshelves for my extensive collection of research books. She also bought me the scroll while in the Lost Desert and we got it framed. Oh, the Nightsteed posters, they're just posters. *giggles and blushes*

The Library
This is our Library. I love it in here, and it is our popular hang out. With two fireplaces there is a warm spot for all of our family to curl up in on a cold day. I love nothing better than hot cocoa and a warm place with a book on the life of King Coltzan the third!

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