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 | Return to Lynwood: Part NineIsengrim was not sure if the pup had taken to heart his companions’ promise to protect him, but it looked as though Connor at least found them better company than Vakhtang. Although the dark-furred Werelupe could hardly consider that a compliment. He was fairly certain a mutant Kiko with the Sneezles would be better company than Vakhtang.
by cosmicfire918 |  | Defenders Series 3: Siren of the Snows: Part FourI may be evil but I’m not stupid. Plans for world domination bring down kings and knights and faeries on your head. All the most powerful forces in Neopia turn against you. I’d as soon not get myself locked in an amulet floating in space for who knows how long, if it’s all the same.
by shinkoryu14 |  | Janet and Jane: The Case of the Vanished: Part Three“We discussed this already,” the yellow Chia hissed at me. “We, the police force of Neopia Central, have it under control.”
by chasing_stars44 |  | The Magic in Being Lost: Part TwoShe eyed the golden coins as they glimmered in the flickering candle light. To come so close—
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"Cellblocked: The Warden's Tale" by silver_mist_91
It was a strangely foggy morning; the sun had yet to peak through the clouds over Meridell. I was taking my daily walk from my little shack out to my job at the Mini Acres Farm. Running the Rubbish Dump was never my dream, but it was a job I fell into and never managed to leave.
Honestly, compared to where I was now, it seemed like paradise back at that dump.
When I arrived from my walk, my boss, a grumpy blue Kacheek named Ronald, sent me immediately to the fields to start shifting through the garbage. Not every item that we find can be resold to the local shoppers. We have to be very careful that no food has gone bad (at least, that we can identify) and that items aren’t too broken.
I plunged my hand into a particularly smelly pile of trash, trying to discover any salvageable finds, when I felt a strange item in my hand. I tugged and tugged through the pile covering it until I was able to pull it out, and when I did, my heart sank. The sword was large, heavy, and solid gold. It wasn’t just the fact that I had pulled a sword from a pile of rubbish. It was much more than that. Smack dab in the middle of the handle was an unmistakable badge. The crest of Meridell glistened with a red and blue checkered pattern and I knew right away that this sword was of immense value.
I dropped everything else and ran back to Ronald. Out of breath I shook my find at him, “Look…..what…I found!”
Ronald’s eyes went wide at the sight of the sword.
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