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Headlines "The Whispering Wail Sword:Part Two" by purplehopper Someone had cornered Talzadon with a weapon. "Hey! I know you!" he said as he leapt away from the point of a spear. He raised his candle to illuminate the face of his follower. "You’re the guard from before! Why are you following me?"
The pink Draik lowered her weapon. "Skarl’s advisors didn’t trust you. They said you may be a poor mage, but you aren’t a fool. They knew if you were coming down here that you had something to gain from it. They sent me to make sure you didn’t loot the artifacts of Old Meridell by grabbing them and teleporting to the rubbish dump or something. But I can see you likely have other intentions." She jabbed the parchment Talzadon was clenching with the end of her spear.
Realizing he’d been caught, Talzadon fessed up. "I really am here for the Whispering Wail Sword. It’s real, and I have a map that leads straight too it, see, look for yourself." He angled his wrinkled map towards the guard, who studied it incredulously.
"Where did you get that?" she replied. Her tone didn’t reveal much about whether or not she believed him."When Fearieland fell, as buildings crumbled and the clouds came tumbling down to the Neopian earth, many millions of books, papers, and records fell. A few hundred landed on my own farm. Clearly the documents that landed were from a secret library. Many were partially burned, or otherwise destroyed. This sheet however, fell completely intact. It details the dungeons of the buried castles, and marks the location of the Whispering Wail Sword."
"How could you possibly know that this is a real, accurate map. How are you so sure of this that you would risk your life following it? It could be completely made up for all you know!" This time Talzadon could tell she was hoping the map was real."A few days after the papers fell, a team of uniformed faerie Neopets came and started picking up every single scrap of paper.
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