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 | The Queen's Gratitude"Queen Fyora breathed a sigh of relief as she sat down at her desk in her office. Finally, back in her chambers after a long day filled with meetings, she was free to handle..."
by black_skull725 |  | Faeries Land"Xenia, a young Wocky witch, swung the end of her broom back and forth as she flew over the Faerieland woods on her way to the castle. Below, a tall tree that was cascading rainbows from its clouds distracted her...Collab with joanna_lewis
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"The Hidden Tower Heist" by maddie_bangz
“Good morning Queen Fyora!” Fyora glanced over her shoulder at the Faerie who had just entered the Hidden Tower. “Good morning!” She called back cheerily, then turned back to the customer who was admiring the Sword of Skardsen in front of them. “This would be a wonderful addition to your Battledome set and at a fantastic price with your 10% discount. Just don’t let the others know or they might get jealous.” She said with a wink, causing the Aisha in front of her to nearly fall to the floor. He and the other customers in the shop were all staring at Fyora in admiration, clearly devoted to the Queen of Faerieland. The Hidden Tower was fairly busy today, which was surprising considering the secretive nature of the tower itself. Fyora made sure that her tower couldn’t be discovered on any map and was only shared by word of mouth to her most trusted subjects. Only the most devoted of the Neopets and Faeries in all of Neopia were allowed to shop at her tower. The morning went by in a blur as Fyora helped customer after customer. Finally, as the sun began to sink in the sky, the Battle Faerie walked in and began to approach Fyora as she started to lock up her unsold treasures. “Hello Aethia. What brings you into the shop today?” Fyora asked kindly as she...
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Sylvie crept through streets and narrow alleyways, darting from nook to nook, carefully avoiding the watchful eyes of any potential witnesses.
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