| There are ants in my Lucky Green Boots |
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Issue: 770 | 24th day of Awakening, Y19 |
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 | The Beast: Part One “The Beast” is said to have set up his lair in the volcano, and poor souls who spin the Wheel of Monotony sometimes end up getting a fright from this beast. However, no one is really 100% sure of where the beast lives. They can only guess, speculate, and try their best to stay far away.
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"The Escape" by mucka33
I don't know how many days it's been, (weeks, maybe?), but I am still in the room. Cell, I mean. I am being treated as some form of prisoner, though what crime I've committed, I don't have a clue. I am brought food and water irregularly, but that's the extent of my interactions with anything outside of this cell. My days are spent dozing idly, walking in circles, or testing out my wings. I've discovered I can fly, though in the confines of the cell, I have difficulties. I dream of a time where I can go outside and fly, where an unforgiving stone wall won't limit me.
All too suddenly, I'm aware there's someone else in my cell. When did they come in? I notice now that the door is open, and a pale light spills in, bright on my eyes. In the light stands someone just like me, but not like me all at the same time. They are small, round, and have two feet and no arms, but they do not have wings nor do they have a tail. Before I can speak, a masculine voice cuts me off with a harsh whisper.
"We must be quiet. I'll explain later, just follow me." What other options do I have? The mysterious figure leaves the room cautiously, and with nothing better to do, I follow him. We arrive in a hallway dimly lit with wall torches. I see other doors like mine lining the long corridor. I distantly wonder if there are others like me behind them.
"Come on," the Jubjub -- I can see him better now -- hisses at me. His fur is dark, but he has a white streak at the top of his head.
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There is an ancient legend that circulates around Neopia every year as Uni Day draws closer. It is said that a Uni is not really born with its horn, but no one is ever around to confirm the story. The legend goes that a Uni must be given the unconditional love of both of its parents before it can grow its horn.
by alex_bubbly |
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