|A Yurble stole my cinnamon roll!
||Issue: 654 | 18th day of Swimming, Y16
|One Last Chance"I will not run from a prophecy!" he snarled hoarsely...|
|Defenders Origins - Judge HogThe muscular Moehog stared at the blue lantern in the center of the room as it gently flickered.|
|It Takes a HeroOn a quiet, ordinary summer's day, a white Usul sat crossed-legged at the library's circulation desk...|
|The Resistance"This is a drill. Please go to the nearest supervised classroom immediately," the pre-recorded voice on the PA system suddenly blared obnoxiously.|
|Jeran: Guardian of Meridell"I've never really babysat before," Jeran admitted, looking at the small child. |
|Better MenThe first thing the Darkest Faerie ever did for King Altador was save his life. |
|Agent of Resistance"You'll be recruiting me for this job? I'll do it," the Scout answered unhesitatingly. |
|Role Model"We're not perfect. Call us heroes and role models if you want, but at the end of it all, we're just people."|
|The Pursuit of GreatnessNight patrol. It was the time when all the bustle and lustre of Brightvale was lost to a cloak of darkness and an eerie silence that seemed to hum with possible threats. |
|MarkedEven villains can be heroic... when the situation calls for it. |
|The ProtagonistNothing. "Curses!" he wailed to no one in particular. It should have been here! He had placed it here! What would be the fate of Neopia now? |
|Hero Hot DogIn the beginning, he was just an ordinary hot dog, destined to be lathered in ketchup, mustard and relish, and greedily eaten by a hungry Neopet.|
|A Light Among UsThe mote was barely strong enough to brighten the rest of his bag containing all his other mote creations.
"Another failure," he sighed under his breath.
|Sophie's ApprenticeYou gotta know one thing: I don't give quests.|
|Tsewil and the Hero's PathRambling along the country lane that traversed his farm, Tsewil the Asparagus Chia shielded his eyes as he scanned the fields.|
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"The Pursuit of Greatness" by dhullu
Night patrol. It was the time when all the bustle and lustre of Brightvale was lost to a cloak of darkness and an eerie silence that seemed to hum with possible threats. It made Brynn's fur stand on end as she stepped out of the castle gates. "I'll see you all reporting back here in the morning," said the captain, as he scanned the group of guards who were going on duty, his voice loud...
|One Route to Altador: Part Four|
Abernathe almost fell off the top bunk in surprise. She looked down to find her roguish baby sister, Climene, rolling on Abernathe's bunk, squeaking with laughter.