DRAIK DAY SPECIAL

The Draik Sentinels
By Anjie

Across the sprawling emerald plains,
Within a fabled land.
A castle towers to the sky,
So regal does it stand.
Within a King and all his gold,
Two guards stand at the gate.
Sentinels of noble realm,
Each spear held firm and straight.

Sterling is the armour strong,
That guards each noble form.
Protection from a hostile force,
In duties they perform.
As each does march back and around,
A tail doth trail behind.
Two Draiks so armed with bravery,
Through castle halls, do wind.

Swords are held in talons, sharp,
And some do say in awe.
That in protection of their king,
Those weapons, they will draw.
The loyalty of sentinels,
Is one we can't mistake.
Guards who breath inferno rage,
Beware, wrath of the Draik!

The Wheel of Knowledge
By Desertedearth

In the city of Brightvale
The home of the wise
With its little brown houses
And crystal clear skies
A young green Draik waits
By an odd looking wheel
To you he will say
"Hey, let's make a deal!"
"I'll give you a spin
For quite a low price
It's the chance of a lifetime
You could win something nice!"
As you hand him the fee,
Of five-hundred NPs
He steps back with a nod
And you spin it with ease

You're getting quite dizzy
As it spins round and round
When will it stop?
Then you hear a "click" sound
It's done, you've won!
Your heart skips a beat
Then the Draik sets your prize
Right down near your feet
"Come back tomorrow!"
You hear as you run
With the prize in your hand
This wheel's quite fun!

Swordmaster Talek
By Skycrowmor

Deep within the turquoise depths
Of Neopia's largest sea
Amongst weapons made from Maractite
The Draik Talek sits in his armoury.

Warriors clad in Maraquan armour
Stand before the swordmaster
His choice of weapons is all that stands
Between winning the battle or disaster.

He hands out swords and axes and staffs
To King Kelpbeard's army who clutch their spears
And as they leave to prepare for war
His heart grows faint with fear.

Outside, he worries, lie the pirates
A bloodthirsty group of foes
More than capable of destroying Maraqua
And immune to their arrows and bows.

His courage grows stronger as he remembers
The weapon which will lend Maraqua its might
They may not have strong pirate swords
But they have indestructable
Weapons of Maractite!

He stands up straight and grips his sword
With his armour giving many a clank and rattle
He rushes out to join King Kelpbeard
To charge into war and win the battle!

The Midnight Draik
By C_s_I_freak

At night he taps on my window pane,
He cries and yelps and calls in vain.
He wants bread and butter, he wants cake,
But those he can't have -- he's the Midnight Draik.

His story today is known to few,
But now the story will pass to you.
Be prepared, the tale is dark.
Now listen well my little lark.

Long ago in a land far away,
A curse was lain that holds true to the day!
A young Draik his name unknown,
Wandered far away from home.

He wandered far through desert lands.
He battled beasts sword in his hands.
He was brave with many battles won,
But what he did can't be undone.

He was tired, weak, and needed rest.
So he knocked on the door of a Korbat's nest.
The scrawny thing old and poor,
Let him in and shut the door.

As the wandering boy lay in bed,
Thoughts went fleeting through his head.
He saw a cup wrapped in gold,
He touched it -- oh, how it was cold!

When he awoke he saw his dream.
Alive! Real! Then a scream.
He had grabbed the cup and tried to run,
But the old Korbat ruined his fun.

YOU FOOL! She cried and spread her wings.
You Draiks are such stupid things.
Don't you know its wrong to steal?
Now you'll never enjoy a meal.

She laid a curse, such a fright.
The Draik would walk only at night.
And those who tried to give him bread.
Would fall right there, cold and dead.

The wanderer bothered the townsfolk so.
They banished him, made him go.
They gave him nothing beef nor steak.
Now he's called the Midnight Draik.

So if someone taps on your window pane,
If he cries and yelps and calls in vain.
Stay in bed and do not wake,
Or you might fall to the Midnight Draik