|Still thwarting Sloth's mind control...
||Issue: 491 | 22nd day of Eating, Y13
|The Remnant: Part NineIt was a cold, rainy day in Knightfield, but it was the day nonetheless of Cecilia Lockwood's departure...|
|Aria of the Aeons: Part EightHe could still see the star Neopia orbited, a bright point of light no different from the million other stars that formed space.|
|The Prophecy Faeries 3: Linisa's Return - Part Seven"Her plan was to hold you captive so that you could not stop her while she took possession of the Shining Sun..."|
|The Squire and the Scholar: Part ThreeLisha shook her head. All of these knights and their ideas of "duty"...|
|Worlds Apart: Part FiveThe statue of Kelland turned to face her, and when it spoke it was a deep, throaty rumble.|
|The Return: Part FiveTo be honest, I was tired of fighting. Apparently so was she.|
|The Family Reunion: Part Four"For Parker," Delilah repeated with a smile. "Come inside while I get us ready! We can leave before Skye comes home tonight and sees you."|
|Crossed Paths and Blades: Part Three"Who's there?" he demanded. His response was another sudden flying rock, which hit his shoulder. Scarblade snarled...|
|Confessions Of A Musically Inclined Hissi: Part ThreeI don't reckon I'd ever met anyone so... idiotic and shallow.|
|Boween in the Nursery: Part TwoI had a hard time sleeping that night, and not just because Norman was snoring loudly in his basket at the foot of my bed.|
|A New Start for Meridell: Part TwoFor a Royal Skeith that was supposed to be ruler over all of Meridell, he certainly wasn't doing a good job!|
|The Defender: Part TwoAlthough Jerdana refused to give up her beloved city without a fight, the fight seemed more and more hopeless every day. Unless....|
|The Grass is Always Greener: Part TwoJatalle reached up to straighten her headdress, but stopped short. She tugged it. It didn't move. |
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"Of Spyders, Soup, and Silliness" by mystie06
Adelaide, known to most of Neopia as the Soup Faerie, stood in the kitchen of her cauldron-shaped house, stirring a large cauldron of soup. She still had some time before the next wave of pets showed up, so she was trying to perfect a new soup recipe. Just as she was adding the last ingredient she heard the front door...
|Orbs of Blue|
She was no longer the Double Agent—had ceased to be for almost a year—but such practices of stealth had already been engraved deep into the core of her being.