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 | The Spirit of Black Keep: Part EightThis 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 SevenBernard 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 FourThe 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 TwoOne 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 TwoSaturday 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 ThreeKaramita 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.
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A Neopian's Guide to the Faerie Festival
Every year, all of the faeries gather at a central location in Faerieland for a celebration. One would have to travel far back in history to find the origins of such an occasion.
In early Neopia, there was not a Kingdom of Faerieland. Instead, the faeries had built a powerful empire, known as the First Faerieland Empire that spanned far and wide in Neopia. Historians believe the festival was originally meant to commemorate their successes on the battlefield. That great empire eventually fell to darker forces which you may know as wraiths. The Faerie Queen at that time created a type of magic that kept the Wraiths at bay, allowing the Second Faerieland Empire to materialize.
The Second Faerieland Empire pursued peace and the faeries liberated much of the land the First Empire had conquered.
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