"Three Hundred and Fifty Years of Knowledge" by imogenweasley He was the Brain Tree. Strange as it may sound, the only mystery he had never been able to completely unveil had to do with himself. He knew nothing of his own origin. He knew how old he was and the date of his birthday with the help of complicated calculations, but the reason behind his existence and the source of his intelligence were unknown, even to him. Sometimes, when he racked his brain and tried to force the earliest memory he could remember...
White Weewoos: The Truth That's not all. The look in its eyes is the ultimate proof of its evilness. They say that the eyes are the window to the mind, and it's true...
Vinsetta: Part Four "What brings you out into the Haunted Woods on a night like this?" asked Hane. The Halloween Bori looked at the two friends with concerned eyes. "You should be somewhere warm and safe..."
The Golden Globes of Light: Part Six That evening, we went back to Neopia City to buy some supplies for our journey to the Desert of Roo. We did not dare fly once we approached the desert...