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"Call Me Serian" by parody_ham
The day I changed my name, I remember it well.
I had just turned 26. It was months after Boochi’s curse was broken by Lisha. To this day, I’m in awe of her magical prowess. Had she told me why she was studying curses when I was still in my child form, I would have fled. Where I would have gone, I have no idea. Back in my younger days, I couldn’t imagine having friendships with someone from Meridell, let alone family. Living under their care was… embarrassing at my age, but my options were few. Thank the Citadel they had no idea who I really was. Not then, anyway. Jeran had figured out I was trained by Darigani, but could never have guessed he was housing an enemy general… but I digress.
It had been early in my redemption. Neopians asked for aid and we helped them however we could. With my weakened physical state, it took a while to work my way back to being a skilled swordsman once again. My arms quickly grew sore after each practice. Even the pads of my hands needed to get used to hours of drills once again. And my wings? They also hurt with overuse. Accursed curse.
Kayla insisted on giving me potions for my “owies,” as she still called them. Even though she looked nervous, she was one of the only ones who really cared about me. Not that I could blame the others, of course. Giving out Jeran’s sneak attack plans to Darigan scouts—
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