"The Survivor" by lupe_hunter_7 I remember when the gypsy caravan arrived on our street. It was warm and sunny, just a typical summer day. Like the rest of the residents living on Rainbow Lane, I wondered why a caravan had chosen to come here, of all places. I went out of my Neohome, curious to see what would happen next. A few seconds later, three girls, a Pink Aisha, a Red Wocky, and a Blue Usul, came out from the back of the caravan and began setting up their shop. All three of them wore the same patched up clothing...
Apologies and Forgiveness Jhudora sipped her tea and looked out of her window. It was storming outside, and dark, purple clouds filled the sky. Swirling, black mists tore up houses and knocked helpless Neopians and Faeries off of Faerieland.
Background Voices of Neopia: Lord Darigan Here's the thing about citadels: nobody goes to citadels. Ever. They're cold, damp, lack any sort of beachfront property, and almost always seem to be inhabited by deposed despots walking around in their bathrobes.
The Fallen: Betrayed - Part Three Alston rolled his eyes. "It's mine now. Get used to it. Besides, I highly doubt my people would prefer a... beast as their king rather than me."
Card House Secrets: The Prince - Part Three "I suppose the two of you are here to question me about matters I must warn you are better left never discussed at all, especially not in public?"