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"Rasputin's Revenge" by trishabeakens
A 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. They went across the seas with her, trusting her decisions and plans. They trusted her to be a fair and just leader. They trusted her every second of their journey to a new world. And she failed them. Nera sat up, breathing hard. A nightmare...that's all it was, a nightmare. She got out of bed and walked over to the large window. Altador was peaceful. The residents were walking around the city, chatting and shopping. Children's laughter filled the air as they played Yooyuball in the fields. One could say, the land of Altador was a haven to all Neopians. No matter if you were an Aisha, or a Zafara, you would be welcomed with open arms. Nera let out a sigh of relief. The nightmare wasn't real. Her people and Altador were safe. The dark cloud wasn't real. She rubbed her messy bed head, and walked back over to the bed. Then she realized... she was late. She almost forgot what she had to do today because of that ridiculous nightmare.Oh no.. oh no..no I'm so late!" Nera spoke aloud to herself as she was panicking. She hurried to get dressed and neatly fix her side of the bed. Her usually well-groomed brown hair was now a total mess.

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