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"The World We Won" by the_furreh_one
Masses of Neopians huddled in the streets; some fearful, some bitter and resigned. Some petpets stayed close to their owners, snapping at the pink beasts which kept the groups in line, others stuck close to their owners for some sort of comfort. Around the group, dozens of Meepits in all sorts of colors herded the Neopians into small groups, their expressions dull and exhausted, many longing to return to the luxury of a quiet Neohome and the comforting yet boring discussion of evil plots that seemed too ridiculous to ever pass. Who would have thought that the Meepits would have won?
(Whoever called ruling the world glamorous is a liar.)
The invasion had happened so fast, it almost felt like a dream - the kind that's disjointed, and leave you only half-remembering shadowy visions and bright lights. It started with a call to unite, swaying other petpets who felt mistreated or neglected to a united cause. They had to keep it subtle; they couldn't have had the Sway find out about their plan, not after the last time. They started by discreetly disposing of any great leaders they could, as fast as possible before anyone found out. By the time they had managed to finally track down capture the Duchess, Neopia had fallen into panic with no one to lead them.
It's surprisingly easy to take charge over a world of hysterics, but far harder to keep order. No one kept track of who fell in the first few days. Most petpets who joined the cause of the Meepits defected back to their Neopet owners, whether it be due to regret, fear, or a simple desire to avoid the blame. But eventually, things were sorted out somewhat, and most of the fiercest rebels had been put out of commission. Yes, the Meepits had won, and now ruled over Neopia with iron paws.
So... why weren't they happy?
Within a somewhat worn-down home in Neopia Central, a Jelly Meepit practically squished her face against the slightly cracked glass of the window, internally thanking herself for not signing up for the Meepit-Neopian Order Unit. Behind her, a Starry Meepit rummaged through a toppled drawer, stressed as could be.
Alabaster watched the stone doorway intently from around the corner. He could smell the tasty aroma of the Breakfast Croissant wafting out of the shop. His stomach growled at the thought of a piece of Real Cheese Cheesecake. Alabaster licked his lips when he heard the sound of a can of fizzling Elderberry Achyfi being poured. This was practically a form of torture.
|National Cupcake Day|
Marina is the faerie who guards The Healing Springs and lets neopets take a dip in the springs when they become sick or weak. For her whole life, she has always stayed relatively close to the springs and has never spent any significant amount of time away from them. Due to this fact, she was unaware of what would happen to her if she were ever away from The Healing Springs for a long period of time.
|Altadorian Games - A Tribute|
I love Altador. I think it's a great place filled with an interesting history, vibrant characters, a deep and engaging plot, and beautiful views. I admire the council of Altador, and respect the idea of highlighting extraordinary talent and promoting self-improvement. But Altador is also a place to have fun, and with its own set of games, there's plenty of fun to be had.
|The Ardors and Agonies of Witchcraft: Part Eight|
They hadn’t been able to clean the library. The night after Mago disappeared, Alless had staggered out into the snow barefoot, with no coat, screaming her sister’s name until her voice went hoarse. Close to midnight, just when Seneca was numbly realizing she might also be missing, Alless had shown up, wet and empty-eyed in the foyer.