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The Crimson Curse

It had an intricate design, nothing like any other of its kind he had seen before; its base was carved into what looked like tendrils wrapping themselves around the jewel, like a squid ensnaring its prey. He flipped the talisman over, on the back was a carving of a strange winged creature that he could not recognize; its body covered in scales and it had wings comparable in appearance to that of a Shoryu or a Draik.

by shadowknight_72
The Curse of the Impatient Seamstress

Justine smiled brightly as she surveyed her sewing room. It was immaculate. Not only was it immaculate, but it was filled with only the finest equipment and materials available. She shrugged the bag on her shoulder off and sat it down on her table next to her sewing machine. She pulled out the pattern she had just bought and sat it down on the table. She had promised herself that she would finish this dress before morning, and she wasn’t ready to break her promise to herself.

by rocksysmom
 
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"Regar and the Potion " by butterflybandage
The light from the fire was just bright enough to illuminate Regar’s desk. The parchments were rolled up onto each other, the wet ink smearing at the corners. The fire also shone an orange light onto the other fixtures of Regar’s home: the tall bookshelf filled with every magic book under the sun, potions that had been passed down from masters to apprentices for thousands of years, specimens that seemed to move when just out of eyeshot, a rusty kettle atop an old wooden end table, a thick shaggy coat that hung on the wall beside an intricate walking stick, and, finally, a musty cot, taken from an abandoned cabin and covered with moss to add comfort. This little cot was where Regar rested, the uncomfortable bed the place he laid his head to collect his thoughts. Regar was old. He had taught many wizards and wizardesses over the years, and his antiquated teaching methods were becoming less and less sought after. These days, everyone wanted to be a ninja or a pirate or—Fyora forbid—a beauty contestant. Regar didn’t quite understand when the world had changed, but it did—and it was sudden, inexplicable, unforgiving. Time used to morph and bend at Regar’s will, but now it couldn’t quite seem to give him a chance to catch up.




Other Stories


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The Colossus
Immortality is a strange thing.

by erroro

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~The Den of Malediction~
Tivlia the Maraquan Blumaroo had always been a tenacious treasure hunter. While growing up in Maraqua, she quickly learned to search for valuable commodities. Many times, she had made astounding sums of Neopoints from the prizes she had found. She hoped that her upcoming hunt would be no exception.

by _brainchild_

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Life After the Curse
This article first appeared in “The Faerieland Gazette.”

by black_skull725

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Foreseeing Kaia’s Future
What’s more magical than a faerie that can see the future? The answer is a faerie whose story has only just begun! While we aren’t blessed with Kaia’s gift, we can speculate at her future in Neopia, and all that she will do by Fyora’s side. This article will examine some of the possible ways the newest faerie will make her mark on Neopia, but it is by no means an exhaustive list. The future isn’t written in stone, after all!

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by suixx


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Darkest Corner: Levitate!~
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by dark_elfa

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Trouble in Paradise: Wraiths
The benefits definitely outweigh the consequences here.

by chasing_stars44



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