Short Stories

	The Weight of the Crown "Those wounds of your heart and spirit will take time to heal, and no magic can help speed that healing along." by mystie06
	The Making of a Star: "Wizard" Windelle A small Techo, only five or six years old, was huddled in the petpet pen, asleep. The Techo was thin and scrawny; his dirty clothing was in tatters. by alex313
	Detective Spottedleaf and the Thief My name is Spottedleaf Hunter. I am a private investigator. by patt788
	The Life Changing Eviction It had happened on a pretty cold winter's day, rain pounding down in thick sleets onto the roof of my neohome. by neeraline
	Amlin and Stick "Honey, I agree that ShoopShoop does look a bit green. But Amlin, you know that a Baby Shoyru is supposed to be green, right?" Also by np_faeries by bittersweet52
	A Strong Spirit Delma Harrence wasn't always like this, radiant and positive. It wasn't very long ago, before the Altador Cup began, that she was a Zafara down on her luck... by auraichadora
	Refracted Hope Oh, sweet Fyora, this wasn't a newbie at all. This was a returning owner starting anew... by chierii
	Cybunny Moon "Mr. Moon, how are you tonight?" the ruby red Cybunny asked, looking out of the smudged glass window from her closet-sized room in the pound. by silverwolf37
	A Brother from Another Mother "I'm not a Gelert!" Fenrris panted behind him. "I can't run that fast!" by katiepfeil

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"The Making of a Star: "Wizard" Windelle" by alex313
A young blue Ixi made his way down the dirt lanes of Meridell, on the lookout for vendors selling cheap food. As he passed by Ye Olde Petpets, he noticed something unusual. A small Techo, only five or six years old, was huddled in the petpet pen, asleep. The Techo was thin and scrawny; his dirty clothing was in tatters. His white skin was so stained with dirt that its colour could barely be discerned...