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 | Janet and Jane: The Case of the Framed Detectives: Part EightI groaned. "Everyone still thinks that Jane, Natia, and I are thieves," I answered. "I'm going to talk to Queen Fyora to clear our names. I'm a little surprised she didn't do anything already."
by chasing_stars44 |  | Duplicity: Part TwelveGiles ran over to his freed father and jumped on him with open arms the moment he saw him. The small Xweetok smiled as Garrington weakly ruffled his mane. Dark circles surrounded the duke’s eyes. His wife, the duchess, pinched her nose and nodded along. “Yes, yes, we miss you very much. I think the dungeons have done a number on you.”
by likelife96 |  | Chronicles of a Caped Crusader: Days Yet to Pass: Part FourChloe followed Buzz out, putting her mask back on as a matter of habit. The courtyards were orderly, but they were plain, the flowers gone and only the bushes remaining. The signs of Elise's hard work, maintained by a gardener when they were in Neopia Central, were gone.
by kristykimmy |  | The Adventures of Trina: The Glass Key: Part TwoI felt like I had been struck by a wall of bricks. Everything crumbled, and I plunged into a nightmare. I vaguely remember the teacher shrieking as a strong arm yanked me from the floor, his merciless glaze looking down on me.
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"Forgotten Histories: The First Faerie" by sha2196
It is said that on a very special day in a year, when all the requirements are met, a faerie would be born.
Once upon a time, there was no such thing as clocks. There was only time, and it simply was. There was no moon for the inhabitants of this small little planet called Neopia to enjoy, no moon to pull the tides, and certainly no moon to measure time.
The concept of measuring time was inconceivable. Time simply was, and Neopians had no need to anger the spirits that protected them; if the spirits felt it necessary for time to be seen in numbers, then time would exist as numbers.
But spirits didn’t exist, only the wraiths spurred on by the Neopians’ doubts and hopes did. They fed on fear, laughed as they chewed on crushed dreams, and held feasts with nightmares. They grew bigger, grew greedier, until happiness was no longer a concept identifiable to these Neopians.
These wraiths hungered for more; as just about any being in power did. They pulled on the Neopians’ strength, yanked, tugged and they wanted. They wanted more. More, more, more! Stronger, stronger, stronger!
The Neopians’ were lost, they had given up hope. They stared up at the never-changing bright sky, and as one, they all wished for change.
Their beliefs were given form; their wishes fuelled its energy. And the being came into being, as a faerie full of magic. She was beautiful, like a majestic sun without its blinding light. The Neopians’ were simply overjoyed.
She chased the wraiths away, gave the Neopians back their happiness. The Neopians called her a Queen, the Queen Lavina. She was pure, as a being made from wishes could only be.
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