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 | Chronicles of a Caped Crusader: Days Yet to Pass: Part SixChloe inadvertently flinched at Inna's declaration that Veronica wanted to speak to her. The idea of talking to Veronica had never crossed her mind. She was her mortal enemy, and partially responsible for her eventual death. “Why would Veronica want to speak to me?” Chloe demanded.
by kristykimmy |  | The Adventures of Trina: The Glass Key: Part FourOver coughing up sobs, I heard the metal door squeak, and something slipped behind me. I could see it from a shadow on the wall, standing there like stone, its shape overlapping with my quivering silhouette. Even covered in darkness I dared to not let it find my face, soaked and shaken, pressed against the cold surface of the table.
by ummagine3284 |  | Janet and Jane: The Case of the New Addition: Part ThreeI couldn't sleep that night. My thoughts were just out of control. Why would Jane get an apprentice? Why did James have to be our apprentice. How would the detective business be affected with him with us for a while? Ugh, never before did I want a period of time to move faster than I did now.
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"A Game of Faerie Chess" by rocknrollpup95
"She’s a coward, if you ask me.”
“Illusen is a noble faerie. One of the noblest of us all.”
“Then why is she in Meridell, away from us all, while we rebuild Faerieland after its fall, while we must worry about whatever it is Jhudora is plotting on that cloud of hers?”
“Illusen is wise and brave. Her reasons for moving to Meridell are nothing but good.”
“Then why won’t she share them with us?”
Fyora, in the head seat at the long table, sat back against the chair. Light from the outside poured in through the atrium windows of the chamber, bathing her council in a warm yellow glow. Twelve faeries—two of each kind—were in attendance. It seemed every few years this topic arose. Every time new council members were brought in, new arguments for and against Illusen came up. As usual, Fyora remained silent and listened to her trusted advisors give their opinions—valid they all were. She never gave her opinion, and the other faeries didn’t bother asking for it. One, out of respect for the queen, and two, because they were so preoccupied spewing out their own.
“If we must question Illusen for being in Meridell, why do we not question Taelia for residing in Terror Mountain?” an earth faerie demanded.
“Because Taelia has ice powers?” a dark faerie replied, rolling her eyes. The earth faerie glared at her.
“And the Soup Faerie for being in the Neopian Marketplace?”
“Because it is run by donations from the Money Tree!” a light faerie cried. “It only makes sense to be near it!”
Fyora looked at the clock floating near the wall opposite her. They’d been arguing about Illusen for nearly two hours.
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