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 | Rasputin's RevengeA magical cloud swallowed the famous land of Altador in a thick blanket of darkness. The land of sunny skies and bright futures was now drained of all signs of life. Nera felt helpless, her people were in danger and nothing she could do would help. She failed them, they counted on her in the beginning and trusted her.
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"Taking Flight
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Second day of Eating, Year 7. The day of my family reunion. I was sweeping leaves out of the carport of our Neohome, pretending I was on a daring adventure. By chance, or by fate, I had stumbled upon the Lost Desert and had been hired by Advisor Wessle to be a maid in Sakhmet Palace.
"Aw!" I groaned as a gust of wind blew all the leaves back into the carport. If only a passing air faerie would be kind enough to carry a breeze in the direction that would benefit me. But she wouldn't. No faeries ever came to me. It was a fact that puzzled me. Why? What didn't the faeries like about me? The only faerie who had ever helped me was Illusen, and I had to ask her for a quest!
Well, this family reunion meant all my aunts and uncles and cousins would come to our house, including my cousin Alquice. Alquice and I were the supreme lovers of faeries in the family. But how I envied my little cousin. Faeries danced around her bed at night, but not even the Tooth Faerie would visit me, and I'd lost sixteen teeth! Was it because she was a Wocky and I was a Shoyru? Was it because I was eleven and she was seven? Was it because I was an adventure-loving tomboy and she loved pink? I didn't know and didn't expect to find out. I continued to sweep.
"Hey, Myirlte!" I heard my dad call. "Come around back!"
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