|Chasing Treasure: Part SixBannok prodded gingerly at his bad shoulder. It wasn't bleeding - wasn't even that badly hurt, on the surface - but the whole thing was a blue-black mess of bruise. He was only grateful that the swelling was being kept under control by the tight bandage he'd wrapped around it. His ribs, though. One of those was cracked at least, maybe broken.|
|The Ardors and Agonies of Witchcraft: Part FiveSeneca was dragged out of the bog, gasping and coughing up mud. Because her vision was still clouded, she didn’t see who carried her to the cave, but they tossed her carelessly to the stone floor as soon as they arrived.|
|Defender Scarlet Shadow in the Backstab Knight: Part ThreeJeran stared at the Eventide Kougra, not quite believing his luck. "Yes, he did! Do you know where she went?" Jeran asked him. The eventide Kougra sighed. "I was hoping to catch the geezer himself. But he must be busy and you're the next best thing."|
|An Uprising of Sweepers: Part SixThe following few hours after the earlier excitement was much quieter, except for buzzes of activity in some parts of town. To any of the bandit scouts still present in town at this point of time before a raid, it would have appeared as though it was nothing out of ordinary. After all, what would these towns of Neopians be doing but day-to-day activities? |
|Sharing the Load: Part TwoAfter her brother Galen had completely worn himself out working hard to support the both of them, Helen had taken his place that day. She had been working hard thus far, doing everything in his place while he took a much needed break.|
|The Neovian Misadventure of Will and Biggs: Part ThreeBiggs gently pushed on his back and they stepped out into the street. Wills heart leapt up into his throat. He sunk his head low and darted his eyes about. A well-dressed Grarrl with a beard to his belly and a Mynci mime were on the street to the south. |
|Casting a Shadow: Part FourLate that night, Asilvani lay there in the living room, wide awake and staring at the ceiling. It was 3 AM, and she hadn’t slept at all. She was wallowing in guilt after everything Jimbigy had said to her earlier.|
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"Return to the Gallery of the Dolls" by skutterbotched
I can’t help but stare at Amulatt like she has lost her little Eventide head. Or grown a second one. I have her repeat what she said, slowly.
“Thou hast a request to return to Neovia. I doth believe thy Friend said ‘as quick as your Peophin legs can carry you or I’ll destroy you.’ Oh! Thy letter was sent from Jariev, thine Mentor!” She seems shocked that my teacher might actually send correspondence. “I thought she usually Teleports, please do not stare at me so.”
“That’s not why I’m staring at you, Amulatt. Didn’t I tell you why I don’t ever, ever go to Neovia or its surrounding villages? I’m pretty sure I bring it up at least once a week.” She rolls her eyes, which told me she had absolutely heard the story.
“Mayhap you might… embellish the Tale a little as Time passes?” I don’t like violence, but this is the closest I’d ever come to physically harming someone. “It simply does not sound like it follows Logic, sister mine. I’ve read that Journal entry. Thou did not even spell thy Name correctly. Mayhap it was a Nightmare? I am familiar with such Things.”
“Transcription error. Anyhow, it was absolutely true, and I even left some details out. Ance trusts me on this one,” I whine. I’m not proud, but whining will sometimes work in my favor. It draws her attention to us and she just lets out the longest, most exasperated sigh I’ve ever heard.
“Usually I wouldn’t dignify this with an answer. Sweetpea, if you asked me now, I’d probably tell you that you’re a bit of a nutter, but I love you.” She goes back to reading whatever volume of the newest horror novel was out and she’s lost to the world. I do, admittedly, feel a little hurt. I take a deep breath, knowing that I’ll have to plead my case if I want to avoid going to Neovia.
“Alright, even if it was a nightmare, I don’t see why Jariev would be involved. She hates people. I don’t think you want to meet her.” I bite my lip, seeing if any of this is taking root. I let out a sigh that made Ance’s seem like it was just a little bit of a thing. “She probably won’t like you. Mythic definitely won’t.”
“Mythic and I have Tea weekly, sister mine. Thou art going to need to do better than that.” She brings over an overnight bag and I know I’m not going to have a choice. “At least, this Time, I shall be accompanying thee.” It’s no small comfort that I won’t be alone.
|The Truth About Clowns|
At the beginning of Autumn, the clowns started to appear. They came out at night mostly. They would stand in the middle of the street, and watch you. They would peer into windows. You might find them looming in the dark at a park, at the local shop - anywhere and everywhere they appeared.
|Hello, From Your Windowsill|
Hello, my name is Todd, and I am alive. That's right, I am a sentient being trapped inside this plushie body. When I was a young Poogle, blue in color, I carelessly wandered away from my owner and was dragged into the laboratory of a mad Skeith scientist. I still do not know the mad scientist's name, but he knew mine.
Whether you love or hate her, Edna is a well-known character around Neopia. She is most famous for her quests, and also commonly associated with Halloween because of the way she looks and where she lives. Even though, as the Neopedia says, she’s “older than mouldy cheese”, she deserves to have some fun once in a while and act like a young Neopian again.
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