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Issue: 896 | 27th day of Running, Y22 |
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Short Stories
 | Queen Lyra: The Beginning“Hello, Lyra. Thank you for coming.” The dark faerie with cropped hair walked into the Faerie Palace throne room slowly, her echoing footsteps the only sound for a few moments until Lyra stopped in front of the raised dais leading to the throne and curtseyed perfectly.
by precious_katuch14 |  | The Greatest Prank of AllQueen Fyora has had enough of Jhudora and Illusen's pranks...
by mystie06 |  | Interview with the Happiness FaerieA tall, slender faerie with olive-green skin nervously stared into a mirror. She was quickly swaying back and forth, trying to keep herself from pacing the stuffy reception area. With Fyora abdicating, interviews were being held to find her successor.
by rocksysmom |  | Stolen Crown Chronicles Fyora sat on her throne and gazed out of the window of her castle. She had just answered thirty odd questions regarding Faerieland and the upcoming Faerie Festival and she was exhausted. She pulled her crown off her head and placed it into her lap.collab with tarons
by devotedly |  | Faerie Wings Short: Delilah's Royal CoronationDelilah occupied herself with the scenery below. Watching the various Faeries scramble around each other provided a temporary distraction. The Air Faerie behind her had her mouth stuffed with pins as she styled Delilah’s long, purple hair into a fancy beehive-style updo.
by downrightdude |  | A Mysterious IllnessOn the 29th of the Month of Awakening at 9:25 pm NST a royal messenger appeared at the drawbridge to Queen Fyora’s castle in a pastel purple cloud of smoke. He waited impatiently while the palace guards confirmed his identity and let Queen Fyora know she had a messenger heading towards the throne room.
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"Stolen Crown Chronicles" by devotedly
Fyora sat on her throne and gazed out of the window of her castle. She had just answered thirty-odd questions regarding Faerieland and the upcoming Faerie Festival and she was exhausted. She pulled her crown off her head and placed it into her lap. “Oh, I wish I could just have some time off to myself and someone else could rule over Faerieland for a while,” she sighed. As soon as the words left her mouth, Jhudora appeared!
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 A Royal Send Off: Fyora's Bucket List
With Queen Fyora's sudden announcement of her retirement, one has to wonder how she would fill the voids in her day that were previously dominated by government and royal functions.
In collaboration with Black_Skull725.
by parody_ham |
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 All hat, no dragon
"L-lady Cecilia? Whatever is the meaning of this? Were we making too much noise?" Some of the Neovians in the more elaborate costumes had edged over to the dragon, whose head and neck still blocked the only door into the banquet hall.
by liouchan |
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 Thompkens Jenkins
Her name was Maude Clock, and she was a Krawk. Thom had liked her from the day he met her because she was a mystery. More bipolar than volatile, always spouting bits of gibberish Thom found enlightening, it was even unknown to Thom whether she was a woman or a child.
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