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"The Gifted Faerie" by redken9x9
Excerpt from the Origin of the Wraiths: What is known about the Wraiths remains arbitrary. Imbalance gave birth to their existence, endearing Chaos to reign over the weak. The object of her design being destruction; thus the world fell, and she exerted her dominion over it. Our finite understanding can only conclude this: where Good existed, Chaos also had her separate principalities, just as it was since the beginning of Time. --- Professor Thierra sifted through the miscellany mess of papers on her desk, glancing up at Aleha in-between scribbles. The movement of the room was still for the present time; Aleha modestly preoccupied with her books and Thierra contemplatively preoccupied with her papers and Aleha. After a series of glances, each one increasing with concern, Thierra set her clutter of papers down and addressed Aleha directly: “Aleha,” pursued the sorceress. “Is your mind caught on something?” Aleha snapped out of her perturbed daze and turned her countenance to the teacher. “Sorry, I was just thinking about other things.” “Well, if your mind isn’t on your studies, then there’s no use wasting the energy—let’s have a break,” said Thierra, shuffling the array of papers into a battered desk drawer and shutting the entrapment with a soft ‘clack’. Thierra’s pensive eyes retained a look of unrest; it hadn’t been the first time she’d seen Aleha so detached from her work. This detachment had carried on for several weeks.

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The Gifted Faerie
Professor Thierra sifted through the miscellany mess of papers on her desk, glancing up at Aleha in-between scribbles. The movement of the room was still for the present time; Aleha modestly preoccupied with her books and Thierra contemplatively preoccupied with her papers and Aleha.

by redken9x9

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The Woes of a Melodramatic Restocker
I am a restocker. Restocking remains to be by far the most noble and respectable profession in the wide world of Neopia. Restockers engage in a constant battle. We battle the shopkeepers, we battle the market, and, in those late nights spent waiting for the perfect stock, we battle fatigue.

by auraphic

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Aging With Neopets
Let those grey hairs show with pride!

by schadenfreudee

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A Guide to Feed Florg
Are you on the lookout for a shiny new trophy to add to your growing collection? Are you looking for a fancy fantastic avatar to show off on the boards? I've got a wonderful suggestion for a game that will earn both for you.

by kelly_d60

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Sakhmet Stories - The Witch And The Thief: Part One
No one knows where she came from, or who she is. To the children who lay in bed listening to their nighttime stories, Nephthysma the desert witch exists as a way of scaring young Neopians to sleep.

by iamnotaaron

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The Ghosts of Roo Island: Part Three
I ran all the way to the carousel grounds. My legs were on fire, and my lungs felt I’d been painted Magma. Finally, I was came through the trees into the clearing, my legs feeling like they might give way underneath me at any moment. I slowed up, and rested against a tree to get my breath back before continuing on to the carousel.

by phoenix_through_fire

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