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A Hero's Journey: Mystery Island's Mystery Monster

The Blue Acara practically skipped from the porch of White Shores Inn and onto the pristine sands of Omara Beach, leaving her three friends, two large beach umbrellas, a few thick towels and blankets, and a whole basket of food in the dust.

by precious_katuch14
The Obsidian Beach

Not an April Fools’ joke. The kids came back with the money and confirmed they are indeed interested in this expedition.

by catchinglights
 
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"The Beach Guardian" by hfallyn
”Your face is going to get stuck like that,” Azisam teased as he gently nudged his younger brother with his elbow. Blumrah rolled his eyes before turning his attention to an abandoned Neocola can half-buried beneath the sand. The Water Blumaroo retrieved the debris with his Grarrl Grabber before shoving it into his bag. “Yes, I remember you scaring me with threats like that when we were kids.” Azisam, a Woodland Blumaroo, chuckled as the pair continued down the beach. He speared a discarded tube of 30 proof Kacheek Sun Screen with his own makeshift rubbish collector, his trusty Enchanted Wizard Mushroom Staff. “So, your shift ended thirty minutes ago. How long do you typically stick around to clean up the beach?” “As long as it takes,” Blumrah answered with a shrug before the two carried on in silence. The truth was, some days, particularly during this time of year, it would take Blumrah hours to clean the beach. From the end of the Month of Hunting through the beginning of the Month of Gathering, Roo Island’s shores were swarming with an influx of visitors. Neopians often travelled from the Lost Desert, looking for a refreshing, coastal community or descended from Terror Mountain, eager to warm up their chilled bones. Blumrah had complicated feelings when it came to off-islanders. He worked as a lifeguard at Roo Island’s main beach, located right off its central pier. He spent all day patrolling the shoreline and protecting his fellow Neopians. He loved his job and truly cared for the souls he guarded. But oftentimes, that care felt like a one-way street. Vacationers gave no thought to the land or locals: out-of-sight, out-of-mind, and these shores would soon...




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