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Week - 248
True Sisters: Part One
by im_smarter_then_you | | Description: I brushed off my feathers and looked around.
The attic was very old; you could see that just by looking at the floor. It
was worn smooth from years of tiny feet running, chairs scuffing, and brooms
sweeping... |
| Week - 249
True Sisters: Part Two
by im_smarter_then_you | | Description: "We thought
you might want it, seeing how you like music." She held out a worn, but beautiful,
old flute full of odd-shaped holes... |
| Week - 250
True Sisters: Part Three
by im_smarter_then_you | | Description: "Oh Fan!" cried Morbid, throwing her arms around
me. "You're awake! Oh thank goodness, we were so worried..." |
| Week - 251
True Sisters: Part Four
by im_smarter_then_you | | Description: A rush of morning energy filled me, and without
thinking I shot off into the sky... |
| Week - 252
True Sisters: Part Five
by im_smarter_then_you | | Description: It took Tid four hours to make a small recovery,
and then we set off, even though it was dark. Aaron said we had to gain as many
miles as we could... |
| Week - 253
True Sisters: Part Six
by im_smarter_then_you | | Description: Cinpate decided it was time for us to be
trained. He began, not surprisingly, with a lecture. Sitting on the grass in
a glade not far from Illusen's, we listened as he explained... |
| Week - 254
True Sisters: Part Seven
by im_smarter_then_you | | Description: Clambering to her feet, Morbid strode up the
steps to the platform and stood hesitantly before Cinpate. With a twinkle in
his eye, he unsheathed his sword and placed the flat of the blade upon her head... |
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 Something Fishy About the National Neopian
For those who are uncomfortable carrying around all of their money wherever they
go, the bank is a haven that no words can describe. But, as with all things we
respect and admire, we begin to grow suspicious as time goes on.
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