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Week - 357
To Help A Faerie
by rocknrollpup95 | | Description: Jhudora grabbed the potion next to it and stuck it in front of my face.
"One drop of this potion on you, and you will wish you never existed..." |
| Week - 363
Friendship in an Igloo
by rocknrollpup95 | | Description: Mika had totally forgotten. How could she forget Half Price Day? She was always all over the place too! "Oh yeah!" Mika cried. "It's Half Price Day!" |
| Week - 365
A Neopian Citizen
by rocknrollpup95 | | Description: Once upon a time, when Neopia had just started to grow as a society, there were two very good friends. |
| Week - 384
Dear Diary
by rocknrollpup95 | | Description: Jhudora picked the small book up. It was dusty and had no title. She opened it and blew some dust off. |
| Week - 389
A Lonely Place
by rocknrollpup95 | | Description: At least here at the Presidential Palace, he got room service, access to the pool and the restaurant. It wasn't the same, though. He was still by himself and still lonely. |
| Week - 388
A Knight's Nightmare
by rocknrollpup95 | | Description: Meekel didn't get up from the corner of the prison cell. He looked out the window that showed the cloudy, foggy skies. There was never, not one single day that the sun showed its face... |
| Week - 415
The Symol Investigators
by rocknrollpup95 | | Description: What exactly does the SIT do? Every day we send twenty to thirty petpets from the team down the Hole to see what they can find. |
| Week - 444
May The Best Team Win
by rocknrollpup95 | | Description: Garven turned around. "Yo, Dash. What's up?" |
| Week - 723
A Game of Faerie Chess
by rocknrollpup95 | | Description: Fyora, in the head seat at the long table, sat back against the chair. Light from the outside poured in through the atrium windows of the chamber, bathing her council in a warm yellow glow. Twelve faeries—two of each kind—were in attendance. It seemed every few years this topic arose. Every time new council members were brought in, new arguments for and against Illusen came up. As usual, Fyora remained silent and listened to her trusted advisors give their opinions—valid they all were. |
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 The Road to Brightvale
I held my right front hoof over the piece of paper on the table in front of me, then brought it down hard. When I pulled my hoof away, there was a glowing golden hoofprint there. “OK,” I began, looking at the Shoyru across the table from me, “My hoofprint on the contract means that all terms are fulfilled and payment has been handed over. The contract is now closed and cannot be reopened. No further changes can be made, no details can be added or removed, no debates or arguments will hold merit. Are we clear?”
by blackghoulmon |
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