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 | A Post-Fyora FaerielandAn Investigation on life on the ground like for Faerieland residents Post-Void, and Post-Fyora.
by the_academy_awards |  | In Her Own Time and ColourIt was a beautiful day in Neopia Central. Blue skies, green grass, the blinding white of resident smiles. This was the region at its best, but it had been so long since the sun shone down on it.
by thejulyninth |  | Frank’s Big DayFrank the Meepit loved his new paint job. Red was a very suitable colour for a Petpet in the Haunted Woods, and he thought it made him more noticeable, which was definitely what an artist wanted.
by faeriequeenoffire |  | The White Weewoo and the Black GathowOn a large and beautiful farm, there was a huge herd of Babaa Petpets. The entire area was surrounded by a vast orchard filled with fruit trees.
by garibaldo__ |  | King Skarl’s Big AdventureKing Skarl slouched on his throne, staring moodily at the Yellow Lupe who stood hopefully before him. The Lupe shuffled his feet and smiled nervously. Hesitantly, he spoke. Collab with firefoxtails
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"In Her Own Time and Colour" by thejulyninth
It was a beautiful day in Neopia Central. Blue skies, green grass, the blinding white of resident smiles. This was the region at its best, but it had been so long since the sun shone down on it.
The Grey Curse had kept the sun away for almost two years, and the dreariness had taken its toll. It was no wonder that citizens now lined the streets, in their best and brightest, in celebration.
Well, most of them.
Inside her cosy Neohome on the corner of town, Moon the Blue Acara was groaning into her pillow. She wasn’t unhappy that the colour was back. Far from it, in fact. But the sensory overload? Well, that was hurting Moon’s head.
She’d become accustomed to the muted grey. Her eyes, too, adapted to the gloom. This morning, when she pulled back her curtains, the sun hit her pupils like a direct blast from the Lab Ray.
“Ow,” Moon muttered, squinting as she rummaged around her room. “Too bright. Way too bright.”
Clothes landed in heaps as she dug around in her drawers with one paw and used the other as a much-needed shade from the light. Finally, she felt what she was looking for – the cool plastic of her oversized Acara Rebel Sunglasses. It’d been so long since she’d needed them, she was relieved they hadn’t found their own way to the Money Tree.
Moon slipped them on and opened her eyes. Ahhhhhhhh.
The world instantly dimmed into a manageable, stylish amber. Thank you, tinted lenses.
“Perfect,” Moon sighed. “Neopia is back and so am I – it’s time to see the world.”
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