Many years had passed, and the living styles of the Islanders grew. Their population had increased, they expanded over the entire island, and some new species of Neopet had also settled and arrived on the island, graciously welcomed by the old elders. Mystery Island's first few centuries were peaceful and prosperous; they had discovered more kinds of fruit and had almost covered all four corners of the island, including a marketplace to the west, native shops towards the south, and a great city in the East.
Around the time of when Geraptiku had disappeared, things on the island started to get rowdy. Some of the people started to protest about how things were run. Harassed, the five elders went north to investigate on the disappearance of the Geraptiku... people-who-lived-there.
Upon arrival, they noticed many things that suggested they had been run out of their homes just recently: half coloured, half finished paintings were on cloths that were attached to bamboo sticks and a petpet shop towards the north still contained strange, alien little creatures with food remaining in their troughs. None of them, bothered to check the Deserted Tomb on the outskirts of the city ('It was too... errr… dark!' said the Tiki Tack Man in their report) but the Tiki Tour Guide found a strange note squashed under a large pile of skulls near the entrance.
'GERAPTIKU IS NOT SAFE WE HAVE ESCAPED,' read Jhudiah, the only one among them who was expert at deciphering both messy writing and the ancient language. 'I can't read this next word, but whatever it is, it's coming,'
'So a big blotch of oil paints is going to kill us all, is it?' said the Techo Master, with a hint of amusement in his voice.
'I don't-' began the Island Faerie, but she was interrupted by a large rumbling sound. Slowly, all five of them turned towards the Deserted Tomb which they had ignored until now. Gigantic, black shapes began descending the steps and approaching them with great haste.
Screaming with terror, the five elders all piled into the Tiki Tour Guide's Carriage and he pulled them, as quick as his feet could go, out of the ruins and into the night. The next morning, when they had presented their report to the Islanders, they left out of the shapes that had come out of the Tomb and told a lie, so that it made it sound like they just vanished. The islanders were all content with the lie that they had been given (they forgot it anyway, why else does everyone now say no one knows why Geraptiku is abandoned?) and peace returned to the island.