7 AM sharp, the Neopound is open again for a new day. The sun was just about rising from its horizon but was shrouded by the gloomy clouds. It was raining. Droplets pitter-pattered on the clay roofing in a constant rhythm. Neopets of many species were just waking up from their slumber. Others were having breakfast, munching away on cereal and slurping their glasses of milk. As the time passed, more Neopets filled the playroom as more awoke. Girls were happily playing with their dolls, guys with their toy cars. Some built tall towers as high as they could imagine out of coloured wooden blocks, while others were playing a game of Jacks just under the wobbly tower's path. One Neopet in particular, an Acara to be exact, loved to play a game of adventure.

A very young green Acara by the name of Chaos dressed himself up in an outfit much like a king. A crafty crown made from lined paper with scribbled on blue and red jewels rested upon his head. It was held together by a single strip of tape that would soon be needing replacement. A faded red bath towel was tied loosely around his neck, representing his royal cape. But before he could start his adventure he needed a weapon to fight. Maybe a sword!

In the playroom was a large glass sliding door that led to the backyard, the mahogany curtains half open. The door was closed shut to keep the rain from pouring in and the cold air from seeping through. In the center of the room was a large, red, plush carpet where many of the younger Neopets sat and played. Shelves that bordered the room gave a home for the toys that the little Neopets have been keeping themselves occupied with while they waited for the arrival of their new owner. One Neopet was pinning up their own drawing onto the wall to join the collection of drawings of their many wishes and dreams. To the back of the room was the receptionist's desk in a large L shape, the shorter length of the desk facing the front door.

Chaos scurried to the sliding door and placed his two pink tinted paws on the cold glass. Along with his hands he pressed his face against the glass and took in a glimpse outside. Rain, and with no end in sight. His breath fogged up a small section of the sliding door just in front of his mouth as he let out a sigh. With all his strength he budged open the heavy door, just enough for his puny body to slip out. A few people in the playroom gave a shudder to the sudden brief breeze of cold air entering through the crack of the opening, yet everyone seemed to ignored Chaos and continued to do whatever it was that they were doing inside the warmth of the room. A Neopet or two let out a sigh at just the thought of whatever mischievous plan Chaos had in mind.

The rain soon began to soak the little boy. Using one hand, Chaos held the towel over his head, doing the best he could to keep himself somewhat dry before he catches a cold. Quickly, he dashed to the nearest tree. Scavenging around the base of the tree, a small tree branch lying on the ground caught his eye. The force of the rain must've snapped this weaker branch right off of its rightful place. The boy picked up the branch, gave it a shake and droplets sprinkled off it only to be soon replaced by the rain once again. With branch in hand Chaos decided it was about time to return to the warm home.

Finally back inside, he slid the door behind him shut. He gripped the branch tightly in his hand and examined every detail about it; feeling the grooves from end to end. It was a frail stick with a few small leaves still attached and two more twigs branching off from the center. Satisfied, a smile spread across the young Acara's face.

To the nearest neopet, Chaos asked him, Whaddya think of my cool sword?

The chubby Skeith gave Chaos a quick look up and down then to the pathetic twig in the Acara's hand, You call THAT a sword? he scoffed, It's a piece of garbage! The Skeith gave Chaos a sinister grin before walking away, laughing.

Chaos' smile quickly faded away at the sound of those harsh words. Looking back down at the branch, it certainly did not look like a piece of garbage to him.