|The most fantastic thing in the universe!
||Issue: 773 | 17th day of Running, Y19
|Soup Faerie Appreciation DayThey both owed much to faeries, which was why they were drawn to Faerieland. They wanted their future children raised in a place where such goodness was in evidence everywhere you looked. They knew they were making the right choice. Now, there was only one thing left to do.
They went to say goodbye.|
|Home Is Where The Heart Beats QuickThe Haunted Woods is the kind of place you grow up hearing stories about.
Elders pass down tales of ghosts and friends who never returned to wide eyed children who in turn butcher it a hundred different ways whispered among friends. When he was younger, it was ingrained in him that lying was the coward’s way out, but evidently that didn’t extend to adults who didn’t want you wandering off in the dark.|
|Old FriendShe hadn’t seen Ilere in at least three centuries.
Granted, Fyora was never obligated to visit all faeries for Thanksgiving dinner or anything, but even if she was she had a sinking feeling that Ilere wouldn’t want to see her anyway.|
|The Runaway Child Who Actually Helped OutWhile her three sisters were squabbling, Walda ran out the door in search of chocolate. No scorching blaze would ever stop her from getting the sweet, sugary taste. She arrived in Sakhmet and made her way through the crowd until she reached the Food Stall. She put her small amount of pocket money down on the table and asked the Shopkeeper, "Do you have any chocolate?"|
|Illusen's Day OffShe only ever got one day off a year. That would be Jhudora day, on which she had to watch Neopians celebrate her arch-nemesis. That wasn’t entirely why she didn’t give out quests, but it seemed to her to be a good a day as any other to get a well-deserved vacation. |
|The Forgotten HollowThe bundle of frilly lace and silk fell on her bed in a crumpled mess, but Qihirri ignored it, moving along to the dresser. Her petpet whined at her feet, pacing and twisting around her ankles as if he were a Kadoatie rather than the Doglefox he… once was.|
|To: the Dearest Sister of Mine, JhudoraDearest sister of mine,
Hope this letter finds you in the best of health. Gentle remember that my special day is coming soon, and I’m looking forward to receiving my present from you!
Lots of Love,
Illusen (P.S. Hope you like my gift to you last month on your special day)|
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"The Forgotten Hollow" by eevee0011
The Aisha held it tightly to her chest for a moment before she gently placed it next to the clothes.
There wasn’t much else to grab. Some stockings, an extra pair of boots… a hat. She folded everything as quickly as she could—the maid would’ve been aghast had she seen the results—and shoved it in an old, battered suitcase. She rushed down to the kitchen where she grabbed a sack and filled it with everything she could put her paws on. Apples, pears, a small ham that lay forgotten in the ice box. She grabbed the bag of petpet food and stuffed it inside as well, though she wasn’t sure Topaz even needed it anymore.
The former Doglefox waited back at the door to her room. He yipped softly as he waited for her to stuff the food in amongst the clothing, and trailed her so closely that when she dragged the suitcase back into the hallway, she nearly stepped on him. She stopped, forcing herself to pause. Breathe. She glanced down the hallway. She would probably never walk across these floors again. She would never pass by the portraits of her family, her ancestors… she’d never slide down the railing again to see if she could do it faster than her brother.
She would never again huddle in her room and wonder why everyone had gone mad all of a sudden. Just after that mysterious figure with the Hissi Oil potions…
|Wigging Out With Gelerts|
Throughout the year each species of Neopet has a special day reserved for them, a spot on the calendar carved out in their honour. This week, that special honour went to one of my favorite species of all time: Gelerts!
|Return to Lynwood: Part Four|
A few of Isengrim’s thanes let out low growls at the Kougra, which Suhel cut short with a motion of her paw. Pharazon stared hard at the woman, his blue eyes narrowing.
Although Lexora looked like she wanted to pass out, she finally said, “C-Caradoc?! I thought I’d never see you again! When you left for the Woods and never came back—we all assumed the worst!”
|A Secret Mission in Moltara: Part Two|
“Thanks, now just to find that weapon and destroy it,” Cobra said as he readjusted his headset. He then nodded to Korco and slithered back the way he came, the scientists still oblivious to him.