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	Desert Requiem: Part Twelve By good fortune, there was an entrance to the Temple of a Thousand Tombs near the vicinity of Tuzra. By an even greater stroke of fortune, the entrance was only a few hours from Ramseth's Vault. They arrived at the chamber well before midnight. by kalnya
	The Price of Greatness: Part Three A feeling of foreboding hangs over you, and your throat constricts in response. The dull whir of a fan blade echoes from a nearby chamber. You run towards it without knowing why. The end of the hallway brings you to a junction with hundreds of possible paths. by xxskyisfallingxx
	The Spirit of Black Keep: Part Five Pharazon opened his eyes to cold daylight. Above him stretched tangled, budding tree branches, and past them a cloudy sky. He had no idea what he was doing lying on a muddy forest floor. Where was he? by cosmicfire918
	Janet and Jane: The Case of the Amnesiacs: Part Six I should've seen it. Even with my amnesia, I should've seen that Dee was Jackie. She was pretending to have amnesia. She responded to the name Jackie. She had a better grip of what was going on than I did. I should've known something was up with her. It was too obvious. by chasing_stars44
	Undead Rising: Part Four It had been a long time since Bernard had been to Faerieland. The last time he went was when he was very little, and that was when Faerieland was still up in the clouds. Since then Faerieland sat in a crater in the ground west of the Haunted Woods. by yoshisislandbandit
	Defender Scarlet Shadow in the Deathly Mission: Part Two The coordinates led to a place around the middle of the Lost Desert, so the figure's story matched up so far. Now Sopherie just needed to go there and see if there was actually a tomb at those coordinates. Sopherie got some sleep in the afternoon and waited until it was after dark, then she dressed into her Defender uniform by orisasda

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"The World Beyond Meerca Chase" by lunarchronicles
“Game over! Here are your Neopoints!” Alistair grinned until the latest player walked away, carrying a pouch of shiny Neopoints, and then sighed and placed his head in his paws. This was not an easy task for a Meerca, but he managed it somehow. He knew that he should probably should wait for the next player to approach, should make himself look joyful and bouncy and ready to chase some Neggs – but he was extremely tired and dizzy. Who knew that being the front of such a popular game as Meerca Chase could be so exhausting? It wasn’t that he didn’t like his job, of course, because he did. It was much better than the Blumaroo who had to stand around all day whacking little Kass plushies, and definitely better than his friend, Morris the Mootix, who kept getting parachuted onto the backs of Babaas and Kadoaties. But Alistair couldn’t help thinking that there was something more out there, something he was missing. He liked Neggs just fine, but maybe there was more out in Neopia for him… He relaxed back on his tail, letting his feet swing, and picked the remains of a Fish Negg from between his teeth. That restlessness had been coursing through him more and more of late. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to be impulsive and do something about it. As he waited, the games room unusually and blessedly quiet for a change, he suddenly spotted a small streak in the sky above him. Something with bright wings and even brighter hair flitted overhead, and then all at once circled back, heading for the games room. Alistair perked up as Helena, one of the light faeries, descended to a stop near him. “Darn it,” the Meerca heard her mutter. She stopped to fiddle with one of her wings. “Stupid Esophagor… I’m never going to get that crease out…” She looked up suddenly and noticed that Alistair was looking at her. “Oh. Hi. Sorry.” “Hi.” Alistair perked up, waddling a few steps closer to the faerie. “Are you all right?” “Yeah, I’m fine.” She waved away his concern, and then sighed. “My wing’s just got a little bent in the Haunted Woods. I shouldn’t have even been there, but I was really craving a Cheese Ghostkersandwich…” Alistair wrinkled his nose. “Why?”

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