| Voice of the Neopian Pound |
Circulation: 197,348,726 |
Issue: 979 | 24th day of Running, Y25 |
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Short Stories
 | I Fought Jhudora on Illusen Day and Lost"It was a sunny day in Meridell as the morning mist finally cleared. The sky was blue, the Draiks were hatching, and the cheese was rolling..."
by chesschocolate |  | A Spring Day in the Glade"One early spring morning, you decide to take a stroll through the Faerieland forest..."
by iwonder |  | A Missing Invitation"A sour, noxious smell followed the purple and green clouds that rolled like fog into Illusen’s Glade..."
by emma_manatee |  | Illusen’s RequestIllusen Day is not the same when it’s raining. Nothing that a good story can’t fix.
by greencheese79 |  | Illusen's New Quest"It was peaceful. Except, of course, for the piles of items scattered around her."
by saqo |  | Breaking Illusions"Surprisingly, though, Cehani had never met Illusen. Never meet your heroes. This phrase she had heard stuck with her."
by candylandtheonomy |  | A Symol MatterHow do you handle Symols at the farm?
by kadface |  | Bright Glade, Shadowed Forest"She hadn’t been offering quests at her glade for very long; she’d started relatively recently, after hearing that Jhudora had started out giving quests back in Faerieland."
by cookybananas324 |
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Illusen's Lament
Long Ago in Neopia
The field of flowers seemed to go on forever. Tiny creatures flitted from flower to flower, pausing for pollen before moving on. Two faeries sat in the field looking around. One had brown hair with a streak of green running across the front. Her skin was a warm, tan color like earth and her eyes, clothes, and wings matched the greenery around her. The other had purple hair with a streak of green running down its length. Her skin was a pale lavender, her eyes dark purple and her dress and wings continued the purple and green theme.
“Isn’t this a lovely day Jhudora? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if every day was like this?”
Jhudora snorted. “I prefer a bit more gloom, myself. I’m not sure how you can take it Illusen. All this seems a bit too sweet.”
“Well, to each her own. Have you heard what the decision was for a place of our own?”
“It was voted to create skylands. I’m surprised you weren’t there.”
“I was tending a sick Uni.” Illusen frowned. “Skylands? How will Neopets get there? Not all of them have wings. What about the Water Faeries?”
Jhudora laid back. “That’s what I wanted to know! Everyone thought I was being a malcontent. I’ve seen what they’re making–it’s pink and puffy. You’d love it!”
“Ha! No way! I couldn’t separate myself from the Neopets. They need us! We should be making somewhere for ourselves on the ground, not up in the sky!”
“Well, what Fyora wants is what Fyora gets! I’ve heard Calabrus gave them something to help. I think I might make my own place up there, just to shake things up.”
“Ah, well, I had hoped you’d stay down here with me.”
“You’re great Illusen, but this kind of greenery makes me feel queasy! I need somewhere a bit gloomier.”
Illusen smiled. “Well, you are part Darkness, so I suppose that makes sense. Still, I hope Fyora reconsiders. A home in the sky might be secure, but it’d separate us from the Neopets and, somehow, I’m sure that’s only going to end in trouble!”
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 Illusen's Lament
"The field of flowers seemed to go on forever. Tiny creatures flitted from flower to flower, pausing for pollen before moving on. Two faeries sat in the field looking around."
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