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 | Who is the Kiko Ninja? The truth behind the identity of Niten Hiroru is shrouded in mystery. How did an ordinary citizen of Kiko Lake become one of Neopia’s most mysterious figures in history? What’s his story? Hopefully this two-part series helps to shed some light on that.
by seira0807 |  | Of Pirates, Magical Trinkets and a World's BeginningFields, patches of forest and tiny matchbox-like houses drifted by, occasionally obscured by the wispy shroud of clouds...
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"A Sailor's Sky" by racerfishy
The moonlight sparkled off the dark sea as Hunter nervously walked along the planks of the Haunted Woods docks, his boots clacking off the worn wood. Though not as dangerous as Krawk Island due to most pirates living there, the Haunted Woods docks still had a healthy mixture of grumpy sailors and smooth tongue merchants to keep one on their toes. Normally Hunter wouldn’t dream of setting foot within a mile of this place, but desperate times call for desperate measures. As he pondered whether or not the risk was worth it, the salty wind bit through his ragged coat, pulling him from his thoughts and prompting the young Krawk to try and take his mind off the fact that the thing was falling apart at the seams. He tightly gripped the slip of paper in his claws, fearing that the gusts of wind would take his only chance at getting even a look from the Captain away from him.
“Yo, watch it!”
Hunter stumbled, almost dropping his precious paper as a burly Blumaroo shoved past him. He was carrying a barrel on his shoulder that probably weighed more than the Krawk himself.
“S-Sorry…” the youth stammered.
The Blumaroo stared down at him with yellow eyes. “Be lucky I’m in a hurry, otherwise I might see if I could catch something with you as bait…”
He shoved Hunter with a solid jab to the chest before lumbering off, adjusting the barrel on his shoulder. Meekly the Krawk climbed back to his feet, trying to brush off the humiliating stares from a couple of sailors sitting outside a tavern.
“Little guppy, he won’t last to the next tide…” The Moehog on the left chuckled, taking a swig from his tankard.
The Ixi sitting to his right laughed and knocked the table with his hoof. “Next tide? Ooh, that's more generous than I would give him. Hey boy! Are ye lost? The fairground is back that way!”
Hunter scurried away, hiding his blushing scales in the collar of his coat. As he quietly made his way further down the docks, his eyes nervously darted around to the various sailors lounging about as he tried to find the ship that he was looking for.
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