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A Search for Paradise (1) ch.2
"There's only one way to go home." I tell Ralts.
"Walking?" she asks.
"No, flying." Latios says.
"Flying? I don't know." she whimpers. If she's going to be with us, we fly a lot. She'll need to be less afraid of flying.
"We promise, neither of us would drop you, at any moment." I say cheerfully bending my neck down to her.
"If you say so." Ralts says getting ehr grip on my neck and hauling herself upright. I lift it up and turn to Latios. We exchange nods and take off the ground. I feel the grip on my neck tighten. She must be still terrified. I steady my flight on the wind currents. Now I'm just letting the wind carry me, I forgot how peaceful it is, having the wind do the flting for me, have it just carry me across the sky. Latios catches up to me and I point down to the river below. He nods and flies around to my othe side.
I'm diving towards the river until we're both just above the clear water. We center ourselves into the middle and dip our hands down, creating four glistening wa
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I send out my last telepathically sentence to everyone around me, even Mandibuzz, "I, have failed." going down in flames. Just when I feel a gentle tug on my wings, and I feel the flames catch fire.
I feel limp, my body must be dying right now I think. the smoke clears and the remaining area is smothered in ash.
"Braviary! Wake up! Wake up, Braviary! Please don't lay here, say something!" I hear Mandibuzz scream at me. I don't even feel the strength to say a word.
"Braviary!" I hear another, it's Unfezent's. He pleads for me to wake up, again I'm not moving. I feel someone tug on the feathers of my face, it could be the Zorua from before. Then, hearing footsteps come closer. I reconized them, it's Karen. She doesn't scream or yell at me to wake up, I can barely hear her kneel down and stroke the feathers on my head.
"Braviary..." she says with a sob. There's a bunch of sad bird sreeches. It's my flock, they're sad too. I'm barely alive while my friends are sobbing around me, and I can'
The Search for Paradise (1) ch.1
The island, hidden with in time and space. So large it would take a year to travel to the other side. Inhabited by only pokemon. Humans are forever banned. But that doesn't stop any from coming into the border and hurting us. My brother and I are suppose to be well hidden from them. But one of our games is to trash their campsite and dump all their hunting materials into the ocean. We've been told that our parents were killed during the week of our birth, possibly on the day we were crowned to be futeure protectors of the Hidden Land.
"Come on Latias! Suicune said we can't play today." my brother calls to my name flying to the sky. I follow behind him and we head away from the trashed campsite. I still wonder why he seems to be motivated about the commotion of us not being able to play Trash the Humans.
"Have any idea where she is, Latios?" I ask him.
"Uh, no," he states. I slap my hand over my face. Why would he call me to go meet up with Suicune without being notifyed where to meet?
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Even though Panpour can be a pain, for now, it was great traveling with him. Except the times he blew water gun at me.
"The leaders look back, we can battle now." Kestrel confidently said. I nodded, I was excited, yet terrified. These pokemon are tougher then the trainers we battled. As we entered the gym, boy, were we in for a shock.
Not one, but three gym leaders stood in place. The names of Cilen, Cress, and Chille.
"Anouncing that Chille will battle angainst the challenger, Kestrel!" Cress automatically shouted. I was like, I rather battle Cress then red-head. We were lead to the battlefield shortly after.
"Pansear! GO! Chille called out Pansear, a fire type. I was concerned about this one, I'm weak against fire types. Not to mention my battle with Tepig. Panpour... Panpour has a hard time, listening, and bonding. What is Kestrel's choice. She thought for a minute, then looked at me, I li
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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