| There are ants in my Lucky Green Boots |
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Issue: 987 | 14th day of Swimming, Y25 |
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 | Spirit of the Game"Neopia was buzzing with the news. Altador had rejoined the rest of Neopia after 1,000 years and now, King Altador had announced that the Altador Cup would be reinstated that summer..."
by 77thbigby |  | Cassile's Kindness AdventureCassile decides to spread some kindness in her neighborhood and beyond
by celinedgd |  | Xer and Crox"Xer crouched low on his branch, and looked down. His favorite spot to be was hiding between the leaves in the Money Tree..."
by w4lly |  | A Mother's Love, Then and Now"The typewriter is probably my favourite invention, but I wish it would also write my story for me..."
by precious_katuch14 |  | Sibling Summit"Jeran watched the carriage clatter along the cobbled road until it disappeared over the horizon. As the last vestige of it disappeared..."
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"Sibling Summit" by parody_ham
Jeran watched the carriage clatter along the cobbled road until it disappeared over the horizon. As the last vestige of it disappeared, he let out a soft sigh.
This was it. Vacation. There was no turning back now.
If only it didn’t coincide with the Tri-National Summit.
Neopia to Jeran, he chided himself, we’ve had these plans for over 8 months, long before the Summit was even on the table. Plus, Lisha had been looking forward to this long weekend for so long… they both had. Even more so after the recent string of incidents in their lives.
For a fleeting second, he thought about running after the carriage. No, stop it. He tapped a finger to his temple and forced his gaze away from the long and winding road. It’s only a few days. What’s the worst that could happen?
Then again—no. Best not to think about worst-case scenarios.
Unlike him, Lisha proved much better at “turning off” her brain. It was something Jeran deeply envied of his younger sibling. If only his brain was even half as forgiving or a quarter less anxious. But when you’re in charge of others' training, their daily routine, and their probability of survival… every decision counts. He learned that the hard way.
But now wasn’t the time for such thoughts. He was on vacation. Away from it all. He could finally relax.
Or could he?
Lisha, to her credit, seemed keen on finding every distraction in her arsenal to keep them both busy. From fishing rods to books, trail maps, even blunted arrows and targets, he had to admit, she prepared well. Or overprepared, but nothing could stop his bookish sister when in the middle of one of her planning tornadoes.
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