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Week - 160

The Keeper of Maraqua: Genesis
by jedimaster891
Description: She had never seen Queen Aangeela before, nor had she seen been in the Palace of Maraqua. Micella hadn't even seen the Palace up close.

Week - 163

The Keeper of Maraqua: Fugitive
by jedimaster891
Description: There were three, a water faerie and two dark faeries. They looked as though they were searching for something and Melleia had every reason to think that it might be her.

Week - 174

Riddle of the Blades
by jedimaster891
Description:

If you cannot answer the riddle asked,

When you face an opponent yet unmasked,

My help will not be mine to give,

So find the answer if you wish to live.


Week - 181

The Keeper of Maraqua: Return
by jedimaster891
Description: Melleia felt tears in her eyes. It had been so close: her heart's deepest desire - to see her late sister's face alive again - and it was just a dream...

 
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Ironies of Neopia
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Double Agent - Part Three
"I am not called Zephyrne!" Double Agent sternly responded, turning a skeleton key in the heavy lock. "Why must you keep calling me that? It is not my name."

by cruzerchic123

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A Rowze By Any Other Name…
"If Grundioy meant 'introverted soul,' or, or 'quiet artist' or something it would be fine. But all it means is 'Yoidnurg' in my native tongue, and that doesn't mean anything at all!"

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Me and My Silly Neos
A little misunderstanding...

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Zor: The First Case - Part Three
After a lot of roaming around the deserted streets in the outskirts on Neopia Central she found the house. The windows were broken in and the front lawn seemed as if it was mauled through by a rabid Gelert.

by sirussblack



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