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The Grovyle Adventures Pt.1 Ch.2 (ft.Peter)
I knew it was trouble when I left the home, late at night, where the night timers come out on the prowl. I repeat it in my thoughts, "Trouble. Trouble. Trouble. Trouble." What do I do now? All I have left is my goodbye scarf, my little ring, and my rings that were given by my "so-called" mother; nothing else.
The best place for me to take refuge is in a tree. Slowly I scale upwards until I'm perched in a perfect place. I slide my back against the branches, then I try to sleep. It's hard. Has dad figured out I left? If he did, does he even care? Does he even love me to come and find me? I banish these thoughts from my mind, just try to get sleep. Sleep. Sleeeep.
"Hey you!" A voice startles me awake. My eyes adjust to the surroundings. I'm stil in my tree. But when I look up, there's another Treecko. With a red bandana that flops over his back, a cut over his right eye.
"Who are you?" I ask firmly, trying not to be afraid. He slightly intimidates me, only by his cut.
"I should ask
The 73rd Hunger Games part 11It was the hovercraft racing hysterically to recover my body as I begin to die. They wait to recover the rotting chunk of meat I use to call a rival.
My hand runs through the cloth, feels so clean, better than District 5 sheets. I try to sit up, my hands are strapped down. Right, I just tried to commit suicide so the Capitol could go without a victor. They wouldn't want me trying to pull a fast one. I can still sit up, a sharp pain shoots me in the stomach, forcing me under the covers. It felt like a spear hit me and I'm going to die again. Then the saddest fear was, Jason. Jason, Jason, Jason. My chin touches my neck as I look up. I can't feel the chain around my neck. Then I remember, I wrapped it around Jason's hand to take it with him. It's gone alright.
A peacekeeper comes in, I regonize him. He's our head peacekeeper for District 5. What's his name? I remember his name is Don. He looks down at me valiantly.
"Look at you, you've grown so much. I remember when I saw you hanging wit
The Grovyle Adventures Pt.1 Ch.1 (ft. Kestrel)
"Come on what's so bad about the outside?" I exclaim at my moody stubborn father.
"There are different pokemon who chose to prey on the type like yourself. It's not worth going outside and come home crying," he replies in a "I'm-incharge-forever" voice.
"I swear nothing bad will happen!" I shout with a rage of frustration. His yellow eyes turn cold as they squint. I stare right back with the same expression.
"Enough, go to room!" he says pointing skinny green arms to the hall. Full of rage, I storm off as if I never kneeded a Sceptile who wanted the best but kept chains with a lock and key to be my father. I need mother to come and save my tail. But of course, she's not and never is here.
This time, I'm done with him! I'm never gonna stand for this treatment again. As I step in, the soft green leaves welcome my little wood gecko feet. I enjoy brushing off a day of frustration by stepping in my room.
On my bed lays a small brush with a letter attached. I remove the letter and quickly sc
The Search for Paradise ch.9
Zoroark is slowly strolling behind us, slowly as if he was in a day dream. Ralts walks close but in front of him. Blaze just diagonal from me and Latios by my side. I don't know what to do or where to look, these gems are like needles in a maze of hay. Or we're five straws of hay waundering within a patch of needles.
"Should we look by air?" Latios asks to all of us, mainly me.
"Are you guys ok with that?" I ask the pokemon around me. I get a couple shrugs but they agree. Blaze and Ralts climb on my back, Zoroark on Latios and we both surge up wards to the clouds. Hopefully, if there's a gem of the sky, we can find it easily. Just when I could've kept my thoughts silent.
"Intruders!" A Skarmory screeches flapping its metalic wings and flying at us like a missel.
"DIVE!" I exclaim to Latios and we turn as fast as possible to avoid him.
"If you think you're getting the Sky Gem, well, you're in for it." he cackles and hisses with Air Slash and Meatal Wing. Stubborn not to listen and very
I'm AvianJackson: So, let me get this straight, your not human?
Kestrel: No... [looks like a teenage girl]
Kestrel: I'm Avian.
Jackson: *stops and turns around shocked* There's no such thing...
Kestrel: Yea there is. Where I come from, nearly everyone is part Avian or fully Avian.
Kestrel: Do I kneed to show you?
Jackson: *slowly nods:
Kestrel: Fine *transforms into a bird taller than him*
Jackson: Oh. My. God. H-how is that possible?
Kestrel: I'm not sure, but I'm real. *spreads wings*
Jackson: Simply amazing
The 73rd Hunger Games ch.10
I'm a baby bird, wounded and lost. I've lost a friend and a lover within two days. Both sacraficed themselves for me. What did they do? They're innocent kids trapped in a world of death. They've done nothing wrong! Why did this happen. All I know is, I'll kill Peter. The murderer of Jason. I follow his exact foot steps. I bet he can hear my heavy panting as I race agaisnt everything.
At last, I see his black hair kneeling by tree. He's carving something in a tree with the blade of his sword. What's he up to? Once he finishes, he bolts the other way, as fast as a scared bunny. He knows I'm trailing him. I tip toe over to the tree and look down at what he carved. What the hell?
Its a heart with the initials carved J + S with a line right through the middle. Oh, now I'll kill him. Might as well leave nothing left to find. My dagger pleads me to kill. I will. I sprint down his path. I need to cut him off. I curve my running into a line to go around and surprise ambush him.
It works. The ne
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