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Every week we will be starting a new Story Telling competition - with great prizes! The current prize is 2000 NP, plus a rare item!!! This is how it works...

We start a story and you have to write the next few paragraphs. We will select the best submissions every day and put it on the site, and then you have to write the next one, all the way until the story finishes. Got it? Well, submit your paragraphs below!

Story Seven Hundred Fifty Nine Ends Friday, February 17

Another day, another chance to spin the Wheel of Monotony, George thought ruefully. The Red Gelert was yet again sitting down, not-so-patiently waiting along with the Quiggle for the wheel to stop. This was routine, by now, because he’d been spinning this wheel for months now, all on the off-chance he might one day get lucky and land on the paint brush.

Ever since he was young, he’d wanted to be painted Tyrannian. Who wouldn’t, he thought? If he were a Tyrannian Gelert, instead of a plain old Red Gelert, he’s have awesome tusks and horns growing out of his head, cool fur on his chest and legs, and best of all--wings on his back!

Just the thought of it was enough to make him giddy with happiness, and he often entertained himself through the long hours of waiting for the wheel by imagining what it would be like to finally win the paintbrush and be a Tyrannian Gelert! He’d be the talk of the town, he was sure. It was be everything he’d ever imagined, and more!

As he was imagining himself flying through the air, roaring ferociously as he escaped the terrifying Beast’s lair, however, he was rather abruptly casted out of his daydreams by the sound of screaming.

Eyes, flying open in shock, he quickly looked around for the source…

Author: kahlen369
Date: Feb 13th
…but he couldn’t find it. The sound seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, all at once. George had never heard anything like it; the screams made the fur on the back of his neck straight up. The Quiggle in charge of the wheel even looked concerned, and he had never worn anything other than a carefully cultivated look of boredom before.

“What…what is that?” George asked, his voice squeaking slightly.

The Quiggle eyed him uncomfortably, then shrugged. He was a Neopet of few words, and even screams weren’t going to change that.

“Someone…some really should go check it out…” the Gelert mumbled. Someone, anyone, George thought…anyone but him. He was busy, after all!

But the Quiggle said nothing, of course. For a long uncomfortable moment, the scream continued and George only eyed the Wheel of Monotony fretfully. It was nowhere close to done. Later, he would tell himself that the sound of screaming had him leaping into action with no doubt in his mind or heart that he needed to go. But the truth was that in that moment, he hesitated. What if today was the day he won the paint brush? What if today…today was it?

But someone was in trouble, and his conscience would not let him ignore that for his own dreams. With a regretful glance at the Quiggle, George did something he had never done in the months he’d been spinning this wheel: He decided to leave before it was over.

The decision made, he leapt up, ears perked. There might have even been surprise on the Quiggle’s face, but there was no time to analyze that. His ears told him the screams were coming from the plateau. With no further thought, he raced off toward the source. Maybe it was his imagination, but they sounded more desperate…and the closer he got the more it sounded like more than one Neopet screaming. His heart hammering in his chest, he continued racing towards the sound. He was getting closer, the screams were louder now until, impossibly…

…he tripped. Flat-out, sprawled on his face, feet ungracefully higher than his head, tripped. He tried to look back to see what he’d tripped on, but momentarily stunned from the fall, his brain couldn’t process what he was seeing….

Author: agedbeauty
Date: Feb 13th
It was a Tyrannian Paint Brush!

Out of everything he could have possibly tripped on, it was the one thing that he most desired in all of Neopia! And there it was, on the ground, just laying there there like it was nothing!

He had felt a chill shake up and down his spine as his breathing slightly picked up at the sight of it. But, the scream again rang through the air. Whoever it was, they really needed help!

But...that paintbrush he always wanted. It was right there, just for the taking. He looked for a moment. Was it Jacko? No, he was just a myth. A myth to explain where paint brushes came from in the first place.

George's heart was pounding harder, and he couldn't resist it any longer.

"Surely things will be okay if I take just two seconds out to grab this before I help out..." He thought to himself, and reached to grab the Tyrannian Paint Brush.

The scream returned, louder than before, and this time it was coming from above him. With his paw inches away from his prize, George looked up to see...

Author: dr_tomoe
Date: Feb 14th
..a small cage being dropped on him from above.

"What!? No!" George exclaimed as his paw grasped wildly through the bars, his prize just out of reach.

Then, just like that, the paintbrush disappeared in a small puff of smoke.

Whomever had captured him used trickery... But who in Tyrannia was capable of magic?

The Gelert gaped and looked up towards the sky, just in time to see the Tyrannian Lair Beast fly off with a squawk.

He was supposed to be a Tyrannian Gelert, going on adventures and incapacitating the Beast -- not the other way around! This wasn't right!

"Let me out!" George yelled, adding his voice to the other screams around him...

So THIS was what was going on around the Plateau.

George pounded on the bars a few times before realizing the effort was futile. He wondered what was going to happen to him -- what was going to happen to all of the captured? Why and by whom were they captured? Such an individual obviously had the magic to summon and disappear objects, and to control the Beast, but what was the motive behind--

"Hello," came a neutral voice from the other side of the cage. George spun his head to look at her -- she was a rugged, scraggly, bone-jeweled faerie dressed in little more than spotted cloth. "I am Myria, forgotten faerie of Tyrannia, and..."

Author: rielcz
Date: Feb 14th
"... I am in need of your help. Tyrannian culture is dying. I decided to conduct an experiment by having whatever item a Neopet most desired appear in front of them. I've done this before, long before Tyrannia was 'rediscovered' by modern Neopia. And do you know what items appeared in front of each Neopet?" asked the faerie.

George shrugged.

"Omelettes! Bones to put in their hair! Tyrannian petpets!" Myria smiled fondly at the memory, but then her face darkened. "But now all the Neopets want are dubloons, neggs, and slushies. They've lost all notions of what it means to be Tyrannian!"

She walked in front of George and tapped the ground with her hand. The Tyrannian paint brush reappeared before his eyes!

"You, George, were the only Neopet here whose deepest desire was to have a Tyrannian item. Because of this..."

Author: petalsea
Date: Feb 15th
..I would like you to have this paint brush."

"What?!" George said in shock, "is this some kind of joke?"

"No," replied Myria calmly. "You are the only neopet I have found who still desires a truly Tyrannian item and for that you should be rewarded."

George's eyes lit up, "thank you so much! This is a dream come true!"

"There is one more thing." Myria said, "something I need you to do for me in return for the paint brush."

"I will do anything!" George replied, without hesitation.

"Good," Myria said with a smile. "I need you to..."

Author: she_chose_love
Date: Feb 15th
“…retrieve an Orb from the Lair of the Beast.”

George blinked. “The Lair of the Beast??”

Myria continued to smile sweetly. “You did say you’d do anything, didn’t you?” she reminded him.

“I did…but…but…Lair of the Beast??” he sputtered, reeling. He knew people ventured there, but did they ever return?

Myria nodded. “To save Tyrannia, I must have the Orb. And surely you’ve done faerie quests before?”

George nodded reluctantly. He had, but…

“Then it’s settled,” she announced firmly, her tone brooking no argument, “And off you go!” She waved him off with the Paint Brush.

Ears dropping and tail limp, George trotted off - slowly - towards the Lair of the Beast. He had wanted to go there someday, but he was supposed to be Tyrannian first - with wicked wings and claws and teeth! Not as plain old regular George. No, this hadn’t been his plan at all!

And speaking of plans, he realized he needed one. Around him Neopets were still screaming, which made it hard to think, but if he was really going to go to the Lair of the Beast and come back, he needed a plan. Unfortunately, a plan was easier said than done, and as hard as he thought, he had nothing, until….

Author: agedbeauty
Date: Feb 16th
...He overheard the Kougra shopkeeper of the Tyrannian Weaponry shop roaring in anger nearby. He must have been caged as well. George did not want to resort to stealing... I'll just think of it as borrowing something, George thought nervously as he approached the shop. And it's to save him and everyone else, so really, he shouldn't be too mad.

Still it was with trepidation that the red Gelert crept into Tyrannian Weaponry. Sure enough, the feral-looking Kougra was caged. George was stunned to see that he was vainly reaching for a tiny Miamouse that was sitting just beyond the cage.

George spotted a Billion Degree Sword on the wall behind him. That was one of the rarest weapons in all of Tyrannia! Surely if the inhabitants of Tyrannia weren't caged, that would have been sold already. Despite being a lowly red Gelert instead of a fearsome Tyrannian warrior, George couldn't help but feel a bit luckier as he gently lifted the sword from its pedestal and left the shop.

Behind him, the Kougra continued to roar, although George was not sure if the roars were directed at him or at the cage keeping the Kougra from his petpet.

So, now he had a sword, but a sword was not necessarily a plan. Could he take the Tyrannian Beast in combat? Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

George clambered up the cliff to the Beast's cave entrance. The cave was dark, but the flames glowing on his borrowed sword lit the way well enough that he was not walking into any walls - or any open mouths of hungry beasts.

Perhaps the Beast was still out flying around the Plateau? George was beginning to grow suspicious as he got further and further into the Lair without even hearing the Beast's growls.

Finally, up ahead, George could see a short stalagmite sticking out of the ground. A hole in the cave ceiling allowed a beam of sunlight to illuminate a swirling brown and green orb perched on top of the flat, rocky outcropping. Well, this was easy. Now to get back to Myria and get my paint brush! he thought excitedly, reaching his paw toward the Orb.

"Wait, Gelert," a soft, weak voice called from the shadows beyond the orb. "If you wish to take the orb, I shall not stop you, but please, hear me out first..."

Author: catchinglights
Date: Feb 17th
"My name is Nicki," said a small blue Ixi as she stepped out of the shadows. "You have come to take the orb and give it to Myria haven't you?"

"Yes," replied George. "How did you know?"

"I too came here for that exact reason." Nicki said, "but then I found out the truth.."

"What truth?" Questioned George.

"Myria is not planning to revive the Tyrannian culture. She is planning to destroy all of Tyrannia." Nicki said. "She is working with Jhudora, who has a very powerful spell that requires the orb. This spell will destroy Tyrannia forever."

"They must be stopped," said George in shock. "We cannot let them destroy Tyrannia."

"Then you must help me," replied Nicki. "I have a plan, all we need to do is..."

How will this story end?

Author: she_chose_love
Date: Feb 17th
..."Destroy the orb."

"How do we do that?" asked George.

"I have studied the orb for many years," Nicki replied. "And the only way to destroy this object of magic is to smash it. Destroy it. Pick it up, and throw it very hard against the rock."

The Gelert nodded with determination and picked up the artifact. He held it high above his head, ready to give the hardest toss he had ever done in his life...

When he paused. Something wasn't adding up.

"Wait," George started as he lowered the orb. "If it was always this easy, why didn't you just smash it yourself?"

"Oh, er," Nicki fumbled, "it is very magical and dangerous, I didn't want to touch it myself--"

"So you were just ready and willing to put ME in harm's way instead?" The Gelert wasn't sure who he should be more upset at. Nicki clearly didn't mind putting him in potential danger, and Myria wanted to destroy Tyrannia--

Right?

"Where did you even find out 'the truth' from?" George folded his arms and stared right through Nicki, the Ixi's eyes now wide and frightened. "You've clearly been here in this cave for who knows how long?"

Nicki gulped. "Yes, well, I... er... OK, you caught me." The weak voice was gone now, replaced with one of more confidence, one with hints of anger.

George watched in horror as the elder Ixi before him started to melt, and then disappear...

In a small puff of smoke.

"Well done, Gelert," came the voice of Myria, followed by slow clapping. "You have seen through my feeble conjuring."

The faerie walked through the cave mouth to greet him. "Well, looks like I'll have to find some other sap." She adjusted the bone in her hair.

"What do you mean, 'sap'?" George asked furiously. "What was all this? That? What are you doing with Jhudora?"

She nonchalantly stole a glance of herself in her fingernail. "There was never any Jhudora in all this, that was all part of the narrative made up to try to convince you to smash the orb." She looked at him. "And yes, it would have killed you. Had I done it myself, it would have killed me."

The Gelert was still angry, but was even more curious. "And why was smashing this orb so important?"

"Well, for one," she started, "it doesn't actually smash. A huge hit will just 'disturb' the forces within it... forces that tear its wielder apart, and cause earthquakes. It was disturbed by one of my followers in the times of prehistoric Neopia, when our people started to leave Tyrannia in droves in search of the 'new' and 'exciting'." She air-quoted the words spitefully. "The earthquake buried our civilization, hopefully preserving it against the peopling of other lands."

George kept listening intently, his arms crossed. This faerie, while he disliked her, seemed genuine in her speech.

"And it was one of the rebellious ones who disturbed it again," Myria continued. "Thought Tyrannia should interconnect with other lands. Good riddance to him I suppose, but his followers placed the orb to be guarded by the beast, and the earthquake he caused exposed Tyrannia to the modern Neopian world and started this mess of cultural loss." She frowned and looked away. "George, I did not lie to you before when I said you were the only one who wished for a Tyrannian item. I didn't want you to end your life, especially considering you're the type of Tyrannian citizen I am trying to preserve."

He frowned too. "Then... why did you ask me?"

She looked back at him, tears down her face. "You were the only person who WOULD do what I ask... everyone else, 'Myria? Who is Myria? There is no Myria in the Neopedia, you must be a fake! Help me out of this cage!' Things like that. I mean, I get I've been away for a while, but STILL! How can Tyrannia forget its own FAERIE?"

"Look," George began, his anger diminished, through her sobs. "It's terrible people forgot you. And culture is very important. I know that as much as you -- I've wanted to be painted Tyrannian for many years."

"See, George," she interjected, almost hysterically, "we're a good team. We could get someone else to disturb the orb, and you and I could rebuild Tyrannia on Tyrannian culture and principles--"

"I'm not done," the Gelert interrupted. "Tyrannian culture is important to Tyrannia. Mystery Island culture is important to Mystery Island. And on and on. But they don't close off their lands to others. And many other lands love Tyrannian culture, like they love their own -- look at the attendance of the concert hall! Look at the MUSICIANS in the concert hall! Everyone comes from somewhere. And yet there's something that unites us as Neopets on this planet."

Myria just frowned at him, but she stopped crying.

"As it stands, the Tyrannian economy and the happiness of many of its citizens is tied to an interconnected Neopia." But then George smiled. "This said, there's nothing wrong with appreciating Tyrannian culture, our shared heritage, in the land of Tyrannia, and being proud of who we are. Maybe, rather than scorn the captives for wanting dubloons or neggs or the next big thing, bring them an omelette or a small obelesk, tell them and show them how neat it really is."

And with that, George started to leave.

"Wait," Myria called after him. "Please... take this." She waved her arms, and in front of him appeared a Tyrannian Paint Brush. "It's the least I can do what with what I almost put you through."

The Gelert grinned and took it. "Thank you so much, Myria."

The faerie smiled back at him. "Thank you."

George used it on him right in the cave. He felt himself change and become the Tyrannian pet he was born to be.

The Gelert roared back at her impressively, enthusiastically, and dashed out of the cave.

The Lair Beast could wait for another day.

THE END

Author: rielcz
Date: Feb 19th



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