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A Neopian's Guide to the Faerie Festival
Every year, all of the faeries gather at a central location in Faerieland for a celebration. One would have to travel far back in history to find the origins of such an occasion.
In early Neopia, there was not a Kingdom of Faerieland. Instead, the faeries had built a powerful empire, known as the First Faerieland Empire that spanned far and wide in Neopia. Historians believe the festival was originally meant to commemorate their successes on the battlefield. That great empire eventually fell to darker forces which you may know as wraiths. The Faerie Queen at that time created a type of magic that kept the Wraiths at bay, allowing the Second Faerieland Empire to materialize.
The Second Faerieland Empire pursued peace and the faeries liberated much of the land the First Empire had conquered.
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