|Caution: Quills may be sharp
||Issue: 482 | 18th day of Awakening, Y13
|Unrest: Part EightFew beings—if any—in Neopia were harder to possess than the Faerie Queen...|
|Remembering Rue: Part SixFour years. That was how long her years of instruction lasted. Four years crammed with knowledge that should have taken twenty years to master.|
|The Great Race: Part SevenSirenia took off at a dead run. "No need to waste time with long good byes!" she yelled.|
|I'm Runner: Part SevenDante walks away and I fall into pieces.|
|Scarlet Shadow: Secrets and Reunions - Part TwoSkarl's voice betrayed the soft side not many had ever seen. "My dear child," he said, "you have finally returned."|
|Bottled Beauty: Part FiveWhen I walked into school the next day, I felt like a celebrity.|
|Before the Tale: Part Four"I cannot believe you did that!" Jaycee yelled at Sebastian as they were following a worn path through the Woods. |
|Lady Sandstorm: Part ThreeHanso and Brynn only looked confused – Jazan realized that they probably had no idea what was going on. He asked, "Nightsteed, could we have a history lesson for all concerned?"|
|The Hard Life: Tales of a Lab Rat - Part TwoMonths passed as Gary sat in his cage, waiting...|
|On His Majesty's Secret Service: Part TwoThe door to the dungeon was slammed open, and an Eyrie Guard marched in, holding a young Kyrii by the scruff of his neck. |
|Six Names, Six Lives, Six Owners, One Terrible Tale: Part ThreeThe first time I had been in the pound, I had been in the midst of many pets, with a few cheery ones. Now I was in... the Corner. |
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"The Ringleader" by kateee366
Dr. Death unlocked the giant metal door with a key longer than his forearm and entered the cage room. His hunched frame and crazy mad scientist hair scared every owner that came here, as it made him look near the brink of insanity. As he stepped through the caged hallways, hard soles clomping along...
|Home, Sweet Home|
Perhaps I could one day say "home, sweet home" with joyful thoughts of a family I belong in.
|The Early Days|
Even if she didn't want to admit it, she remembered the early days. They were foggyish, but still there.