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Issue: 695 | 21st day of Hiding, Y17 |
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 | Aurora's Assessment: Part OneOnce upon a time, in a small vale between two lesser mountains in the Terror Mountain range, there was a tiny kingdom whose population was made up solely of Bori. This kingdom was called Sevenin, and was ruled by a king and queen.
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"Secret Life of a Weak Bottled Faerie" by sevengelina
Weak Bottle Faeries - pet owners of Neopia think nothing of us, really. In our home, we can’t send you on quests or wait for you in a beautiful glade. Sure, we bless you with a special power that can help in battle, and be a really good night light when it gets dark. But for the most part, we simply sit, wait, and wish to be uncorked.
For the most part.
But it’s time that someone inform you about what it is we really do. Bottled Faeries are an anomaly of our own kind, because in our bottle, we don’t exist under the same rules that other citizens of Neopia do. It’s true – we can do whatever we want. And that makes us quite interesting for a trapped little thing, doesn’t it? In our respective bottles, we rule our own world, and most importantly, we observe yours too.
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 The Unexpected Friend
For many years there have been rumours about the Haunted Woods. It’s said to give a home to many monsters, ghosts and other creatures that pets are afraid to talk about. The fear of the people living close to the Haunted Woods has only become worse, when a young Kougra disappeared. The little girl was playing outside the house. Her parents lost her out of sight for a few seconds, and the next moment she was gone.
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 Peril in Brightvale's Beryl Meadows
The sisters treaded through lush green meadows, enjoying the vibrant voices of the birds as they approached their new home in Brightvale. The comforting breeze loosened leaves from their branches and danced upon the ladies' skin. Their hair twirled in the wind, reflecting bright sunshine. The grass was slightly dewy from the previous night's rainfall. When they reached their beautiful abode, they gazed in awe at its contents.
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 Extreme Potato Counter: The Game Guide
A Yellow Wocky with a stylish mohawk approaches you and asks for your help counting potatoes. You figure, how hard can that be? Little do you know that this particular Wocky likes to count potatoes in a rather extreme fashion, but no need to fear! Our goal here is to help make counting these potatoes as painless and easy as possible.Also by drobit.
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