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	The Spirit of Black Keep: Part Eight This was the longest Pharazon could ever recall walking. His feet hurt. He’d tried flying until his wings hurt, but his feet hadn’t stopped hurting by then, and walking took less energy anyway. The hunger didn’t help. Their breakfast that morning, while kind of Kass to retrieve for them, had not been satiating, and Pharazon’s stomach began to complain loudly, as did Celice’s. by cosmicfire918
	Undead Rising: Part Seven Bernard felt a chill run down his spine. Whoever that voice was, it didn’t sound good. Edlun’s expression looked like that of one before he was about to slay a vicious beast. He clenched his fists, drawing his blade and shield as two small figures walked into the room. by yoshisislandbandit
	KATIPO I: Restart: Part Four The place you’re supposed to meet Rhi is far too loud and cramped for your tastes. It’s a seedy little joint in the middle of the Fairgrounds, small and suffocating between a gym and a Spooky Foods shop. It used to be a fabric store, if you remember correctly, and it seems to have shrunk since then. It smells like coconut milk outside — probably from the shy stand that’s not too far away, but, well... who really knows with this place... by theschizophrenicpunk
	The Greatest Show In Neopia!: Part Two One more potential customer rushed away into the distance shaking a hairy head emphatically, as Kadar tried to use his natural showmanship to earn his small group a sale on their hand-drawn maps. by chavo_guerrero
	The Autumn Fayre: Part Two Saturday morning was chaotic with everybody dashing about all over the place. The kitchen was so full of sliced bread you could hardly move. Keriso and her mum came round to help bake the scones and faerie cakes and they brought with them another chocolate gateau like the one I'd cut a chunk out of. by _starryeyedsurprise_
	Karamita and the Lab Jazz: Part Three Karamita tugged at the hem of her coat. It was somewhat foreign for her to wear a coat as the weather in Neopia Central was rarely extremely cold. She was a bit confused as to why Sue was dressed in her normal apparel of just a wig and an overcoat, but didn’t bother to ask why. by rocksysmom

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Weewoos: The Legend Behind The Myth

At dusk, when the last of Krawk Island's pirate inhabitants make their final rounds at the docks of Neopia's largest port, their song begins. The constant cry of the onomatopoeically named Weewoo fills the cool night air with a gentle but eerie sound. The melody can be heard all the way into the great waters as if bidding farewell to the late night travellers leaving their shores. Wee – woo, wee – woo Not much is known about the majestic Weewoo, but tales of this nocturnal petpet have still managed to spread all throughout the far corners of Neopia. They are not a rare sight to behold, especially in their native home in Krawk Island, but the mystery behind them is still there. From being symbols of peace, to their involvement with the post office, the more we learn about these fantastic creatures the more questions we end up asking.

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Interview with Ursula, Famed Gormball Player
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