|The NewcomerWhen I, a Yellow Vandagyre, moved from the mountains of Shenkuu to Neopia Central, I was not sure what to expect, but I knew that there was a big surprise for me in store. Like the rest of my known friends that were heading out, I wanted to explore the world and make a difference in some way after decades of isolation.|
|Proving the Existence of Jelly Worldn building off down a dark alley in Neopia Central, a group of pets got together to discuss an idea that many would not be able to voice in public. “Now, I’m not saying it is true right away,” Started their self-proclaimed leader, a Jelly Kau named Jeandra, “But suppose that Jelly World does actually exist.” |
|We Ordinary Few They stood there, in the pouring rain, waiting for the end of the world. It was always the end of the world, in a child’s eye. A year lived to a five year old is a millennia, a day a decade of turbulence and revolution. Time moves like molasses when one’s running through their fathers’ poppy garden at the speed of sound, the most minor changes an earthquake rocking the world out of orbit. |
This change was anything but minor.
|Anneslace and the Imposter AppleAnneslace bolted upright in her bed. “A Krawkadon? In the galley? I told Sam he could get a nice, sedate Plathydon, not a Krawkadon.” She paused. “How much… how much food is left?”|
|Agent 42Jacob flicked the switch on the coal-sorter and waited on baited breath. This would be the one, surely. The Christmas Kacheek had spent far too many hours on the device for it to backfire again. Slowly one steam-powered rotor began to turn and moved the coal from one pile into its internal furnace. It worked just as planned: a breakthrough, in his eyes.|
|The Unsettling AftereffectsThe investigation had taken longer than most, but eventually Martenik had narrowed it down to two suspects. One of them had certainly stolen the Air Faerie’s blue topaz crystal.|
|Plight of a KnightThe chains jangled on my legs and wrists like bells. They had blindfolded me, but a musty scent told me wherever I was going was grimy and cold. The guide beside me kept a firm grip on my arm as I inched along, as my body moved me forward in spite of myself. |
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Conspiracy Files of Brightvale University #1
f you are reading this, the college newspaper has chosen to print my article. My anonymous article.
I’ll let you in on a secret: Brightvale University is hiding something. Many somethings. Don’t let the administration fool you—and believe me, they’ll do so by any means necessary. This place has secrets. Big secrets. Dangerous secrets. All hidden under the guise of a normal learning institution.
Information can no longer be spread through the whispers of terrified students. The community has a right to know. And before you ask, no, I cannot tell you my name. Just know that I am a friend.
The First Secret: where everything began.
|Shopkeepers: The Truth Behind the Counter|
And then I did a double-take. Because the shopkeeper was none other than Fyora herself. Her Royal Faerie Highness was standing there behind the counter, waving as I left the store dumbstruck. What was the Faerie Queen doing tending a small shop in Altador, waiting for passers-by to peruse her employer’s selection of partially-eaten omelettes?
|The Secret Behind the Wishing Well|
I’m pretty sure we all know the Wishing Well. Remember that old well you used to stand by in Neopia Central, aimlessly dropping countless coins in while muttering about a Faerie Paint Brush? Well, I’m here to prove to you that it’s not as magical and innocent as it seems. Yes, it might seem crazy now, but I’m telling you- that well isn’t what it seems to be.
|A Light Faerie's Quest: Part Two|
... Flora gazed into the shimmering basin in Queen Fyora's throne room, her eyes wide with shock. Inside the magical liquid, she saw the shape of a huge figure skulking about. But who, or what, was it?
|Lord Faerigan - Fyora's Role in the Meridell Wars: Part One|
rincess Fyora noticed a Korbat, seated on the grass, eyes toward the ground. She could not bear to see someone so lonely and downcast so she quietly flew over to his side and tapped on his shoulder. The Korbat slowly raised his head, greeted by Fyora’s outstretched hand. He stared for a moment and then shook his head.