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"Moon Garden" by parody_ham
Kreludor is kind.
It brought my partner and I stability. A home. Peace of mind when before we struggled so much.
But it didn’t come without cost.
I am an engineer. It’s difficult work, puzzling day after day to build bigger and better rock harvesting machines. Still, it’s work I can be proud of. Every time a whoop of joy comes from the mine’s depths, it makes my heart sing. Knowing my work made their lives easier, safer, I know I made the right decision leaving everything we knew behind.
But I digress. This story is not mine alone.
It was a bittersweet garage sale. We sold everything we owned in Neopia Central, Dew and I, in the hope that this job thousands of miles away would provide a better life for us both. We didn’t make much from the furniture, childhood toys, or our garden plot, but it was enough to cover our one-way ticket and a deposit on a small, one-room rental. We slept on a bare mattress for a while, eating moon-crunch cereal and moon sponge cake while we waited for my first bag of Neopoints to arrive. Thankfully, we made it through.
Dew works as a nurse’s aide in a retirement home while I putter away at my designs. They bring such joy to the elderly Grundo who live there, entertaining them with stories of our adventures down below. Of Bolt and Dew, the Brightvale University study buddies turned tag team. Of Bolt, the first girl in her family to finish with her college diploma, and Dew, known as the “class parent” for students of all ages.
The dynamic duo. That’s what they called us.
We wanted to stay near Brightvale where our friends and families lived, but opportunity proved fleeting, at best. A temp contract here, a seasonal job there. At least in Kreludor there would be room to grow and plenty of space.
Plenty of space, get it?
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