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 | Celestial Harmony: The Tale of Stars and Neggs"n the enchanting realm of Neopia, where mystical creatures roamed and the very air crackled with enchantment, the Negg Faerie named Kari observed a disturbing anomaly in the night sky..." Collab with ryan100495
by _snails_pace_ |  | Fyora, Queen of… Rubbish?"Meri Acres Farm is a quaint little farm on the outskirts of Meridell. Many travellers and natives frequent this spot in Neopia for its charming aspects."
by surging |  | What Has Fyora Ever Done For Us?"Large purple and gold banners adorned the ornate black gates at the entrance, and the tree branches sagged beneath miles upon miles of purple bunting, each little triangle embroidered neatly with the Faerie Queen’s name."
by spaghetti_bear |  | Faerie Queen, Faerie Knight"A blaze of pink and lilac light emanated from the Southwest Tower of Faerie Palace, and for a moment, all fighting around the palace ground to a halt as Aethia looked up at the rose-colored beacon. Then she spoke the words she couldn’t believe she was finally speaking, words she had waited to speak for quite a while."
by precious_katuch14 |  | The Life of a Queen"Fyora’s long purple hair swirled with grace as she spun around to try and take in the scene before her..."
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"What Has Fyora Ever Done For Us?" by spaghetti_bear
The park – usually a good spot to sit in peace and solitude – was thronged with people. Large purple and gold banners adorned the ornate black gates at the entrance, and the tree branches sagged beneath miles upon miles of purple bunting, each little triangle embroidered neatly with the Faerie Queen’s name. People had laid out picnic baskets all over the grass, and children laughed and played by the fountain. Vendors meandered through the crowds with trays of Faerieland foods to sell; earth faerie apples, light faerie lemons, and faerie eclairs – oh my!
Selwick stood at the entry way to the park, his eyes narrowed as he watched the merriment, his purple tail swishing violently. When he had awoken that bright and sunny morning and decided to head to head to his usual haunt, he hadn’t realised there would be quite such a furore around Fyora Day. He dithered for a moment, briefly considering going back home to be alone, but defiantly he strode...
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