Short Stories

	Ozymandias Somewhere, in that untouched dust, somewhere a pilgrim wandered in search of Coltzan’s Shrine or Qasala’s lost riches, or…something. Some treasure. Some beautiful treasure hidden in Neopia. by emblo93
	Bowl of Sandwiches It was a Monday. No customers. Nothing to restock. Nothing to do. Kayla sat alone in her potion shop, waiting for some form of entertainment. There had been a drought of potion ingredients in Meridell all weekend, and Kayla was unprepared for business. “I should just go on a vacation.” by icanhaskaila
	The King of Qasala He looked out the window, and saw the sun rising over Qasala. Just as the dawn passed over his kingdom, a thought had dawned on him. He could learn light magic, the magic of the sun and goodness and life. If his father ever returned, he could defeat him using these powers, and prevent risking his return to corruption from needing to once again fight fire with fire. by seraphfire
	Regret The year was young, and two Skeiths sat at a round red oak table adjacent to each other. The older Skeith with a plumper belly and blue body wasted no time devouring his hash and potatoes, while the emerald Skeith hadn’t touched his silver embroidered Shenkuuware yet. Instead, he sat stiffly with his nose buried in a book. by alienspacefairy
	Of Sisters and Queens Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. I followed the sound of what seemed to be a great clatter to where mine sister was repeatedly hitting her head against the wall. She did not look pleased. “Aerlliin, what art thou doing?” I flinched as she continued the action. “Dost that not cause thee Pain?” by skutterbotched
	The Royal Coronation When the Defenders of Neopia announced that a branch was coming to Brightvale in the near future, nearly everyone was excited about the prospects as it meant new jobs being available, and there would be plenty of opportunities. by lupe_hunter_7
	Dear Sally How do I even begin to write to her after all these years? What would she even think of me? by parody_ham
	Anneslace Gets the Royal Treatment Most of my crew don’t insist on turning their free time into professional development, but that’s why we love you, Anneslace. by peirigill
	We Are Made of Choices Perhaps not so much reading, as reminiscing. His paw pads traced the titles on the spines of the history books, reminding him that he actually remembered so much of what they called “history” these days. In Neopia, he thought, heroes never died—they just went away for a while. by cosmicfire918

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Leaders of All Time

Neopia has countless of leaders: from Governors to Kings and Queens, all of them rule their land with passion and strength. King Altador. This Lupe is not only the leader but also the founder of Altador, and he rules together with the council, which members are loyal friends of the King; each one specialized in a field that leads Altador towards peace and well being. He is known for his strength, his wisdom, and his concern of being a good King for his people.

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An Interview with Ex Altador Cup Players
So, I was sitting at my house in Faerieland and I wondered. Where are those players who used to play in the Altador Cup? What about their lives? Do they plan to make a comeback?

by abinorm05

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Royal Treatment: History of the Royal Paint Brush
Queen Fyora, in all of her benevolent greatness, offered the extraordinary chance for our Neopets to become princes and princesses with the introduction of the Royal Paint Brush in Year 6.

by rainerbug

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The Beast: Part Three
Had “The Beast” had a door put in the side and changed his mind? What kind of “Beast” puts an easy entrance on the side of its evil lair? They hadn’t even vocalised any of these questions, but all of them had a lot of questions about the doorway.

by zirr

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Yet Another Reason to Become a Royal
Uh...I guess...

by my_bento_box

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The Newen House: Royalty
Even royals have responsibilities.

by newenglandquizzer

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