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The Search for Paradise (1) ch.4
A new morning, no humans nearby, our stomachs are finally full, my chin is fully healed. I raise my head and look around the room, Latios and Ralts aren't here. Maybe in the kitchen? I open the door and peer in, Ralts is sitting alone at the table, Latios isn't here. She hears me and turns around.
"Good morning," she says.
"Hey, good morning. Where's Latios?" I ask her.
"No idea, Suicune left a note, saying she'll be gone for the whole day. Latios wasn't in the room when I woke up, I couldn't find him anywhere." she sighs.
I wonder where he could've gone. "I'm going to go look for him, stay here." I say and leave the den. I fly up above most of the trees but stay hidden between branches. I call out a four note tune. Hopin for a reply. This is how we communicate whenever we can't find each other. It comes in real good handy if any birds chime in. But there's no answer. I look around, and call it out again. No reply. Once more, no reply. My heart begins to race and I'm looking in all dir
The 73rd Hunger Games ch.2
Most of the girls next to me turned towards me in shock, worried, terrified. I turn to Finch, she has a panicked face. My sister, looks at me, but I can't see her. If I don't leave the crowd soon, Rosalina will be calling me out. Best not keep her waiting, so i slowly make my way way through the crowd where the peacekeepers are waiting to take me to the stage. Time only seems to slow when I look back to my sister, this is my last time seeing her. She mouths my name as I stand before everyone.
"Now, for the boys," she says walking over to the second bowl, where a name will be drawn and a young man could be walking into his death. she reaches in to the bottom and draws the slip. "Jason Vinedese!" My jaw drops a bit. Jason? The boy that's been going to my school since we were kids, just one year older than me. When we were older, I was barely noticed by him, a lot of people were barely noticed by him. But I wanted to be. Now, I have to face him in a matter of life and death. The peacekeep
The 73rd Hunger Games ch.1
The Reaping, someone's chance for glory. To 23 others, their death sentence. In Districts 1, 2, and 4 there's a victor for them almost every year. Unless they're out smarted by another tribute. That doesn't happen in District 5. No careers, no ahead training, just thoughts that bring you into the arena and hope it's enough to keep you alive. It's even rare for one of our tributes to make it into the final eight.
My friend, Finch could have a chance to make it that far, but I highly doubt she'll be picked. Her knowledge on survival is to stay clear of any other tributes. Poisonus plants, not to make enemies, to be sly as a fox. Someone would nickname her Sly, or Clever/Crafty fox, maybe even Foxface. I only call her that if she asks sly and elusive in front of me.
"Stella! Stop day dreaming and get dressed!" shouts my sister. I'm in my room, praying I don't have to see the likes of the arena. Home of the 73rd Hunger Games. Finch and I are both 14, our names are only entered in three tim
The Search for Paradise (1) ch.3
The night almost seemed to carry on, I had to ignore the obnoxious snoring that came around outside. Hoping it would stop, I burry my head into the straw. As dawn approached, I could hear the Doduo calling as the sun rose. I heard a small scream from the humans outside.
"Hurry, get everything and move out!" screamed one.
"Right!" said the others. As they gathered their belongings they quickly took off away from here. Latios woke up from the commotion, his loud ghasp awoke Ralts.
"Are they still there?" asks Latios.
"They just left." I answer with a sheer smile.
"That's good news," says Ralts. Just then Suicune came in.
"Good morning you three," she greets us.
"Good Morning, do you have anything we need to do?" I ask her.
"No, but I ask, if you guys don't play your Trash the Humans game," she says giving us a stern look.
"Only if there's a pokemon within camp," says Latios.
"Yes, that's the only acception, but until then, you might want to start showing Ralts some areas of the Hidden La
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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