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"My Journey to Altador" by black_skull725
As one of the Neopian Times reporters assigned to report on the void situation, I parked my wing chair strategically in the Council Chambers, near where the Faerie Queen had been standing. King Jazan and Queen Nabile approached the Faerie Queen. The grave concern on both faces tipped Fyora off on what this was going to be about. "I assume that you are not approaching me with any hopeful news, are you?" Nabile heaved a sigh as Jazan shook his head. "Our apologies, your majesty-" "Just Fyora please…" "Yes, well Fyora, we received note from our commanders in the Lost Desert, and the situation is dire. Therefore, both of us and Amira must excuse ourselves from the council," Nabile said. She turned to her husband. "Anything you'd like to add?" "Ahem. Yes, I think that others on the council may start to hear from their lands or pre-emptively decide to depart to prepare for the enemy assault. Dissolving the council may be the wise option here," Jazan added. Deep down, the words stung Queen Fyora. She had believed gathering everyone to discuss the situation would have produced a resolution of some sort by now, but instead, it made every land vulnerable; yet another blunder to add to her repertoire. However, given the circumstances, she saw little choice but to not make her mistake even bigger. "Please do be safe on your journey back. I can only apologize for leaving your land vulnerable in pursuit of a solution." Nabile shook her head.
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