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 | Isolde and the Faerie StatueThere’s nothing really like Neopia Central when you’re a young Neopet from the moon. The first thing Isolde the Shadow Aisha could remember about the land were the buildings. also written by anachronisms
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"Rohane's Adventures in Neopia
" by sarahnyy051
Rohane tried to mask his excitement as his mother pressed the sword into his hands. All his life he’d been safely harboured in the village, and now the time had come to venture forth and clear the land of the monsters that had made themselves far too comfortable. He looked at the blade she’d given him. It didn’t look like much, but he could tell it weighed more that it seemed, and he could see that weight reflected in his mother’s eyes, now starting to brim with tears. ‘Be careful, son. That’s your father’s sword, and I know he would have wanted you to have it. Now, I can feel as though he’s out there with you.’ Rohane hugged her tightly, and tried to summon up as much courage as he felt he should possess as he said ‘I’ll make you both proud.’
In truth, he’d never even held a wooden sword, let alone this gleaming and honourable one. He imagined the battles his father had fought with it, and tried to seep some of the strength from its aged blade. ‘I’ll see you soon, I promise,’ he reassured his mother, and willed himself to believe it. A small crowd had gathered at the gate. Well-wishers and curious villagers, but he felt the pressure of them all to restore their once-beautiful home to its former glory. He gave them a smile as dashing as he could muster, and strode out into the wild.As soon as the gate closed he let out the sigh he’d been suppressing, and let it swallow up all his imagined bravery.
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 Rohane's Adventures in Neopia
Rohane tried to mask his excitement as his mother pressed the sword into his hands. All his life he’d been safely harboured in the village, and now the time had come to venture forth and clear the land of the monsters that had made themselves far too comfortable.
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