KestrelStarYT

Goodbye? Marvel's POV I enter the Justice Building, along with Glimmer and aour escort. We're separated into seperate rooms. We have a chance of saying goodbye to our familes. I'm not expecting anyone coming to come visit me. My little brother is dead, my mother is hooked on morphling, and my dad doesn't give a damn about anything. A Peacekeeper comes in, "Marvel, there's a visitor for you," he says, strictly. "Who?" I ask. "Your father," he says. Well, this is a shocker. Since when did he want to become a parent. "Fine, let him in." I accepting his invitation, on what condition. "Hello, Marvel," he says, emotionless. "What do you wan

The Reapings MARVEL POV "Joe Burgenstein!" calls out our escort. A small boy by age 12 or 13 walks shaking to the stage. That's our tribute? This is what District 1 has to look up to? Not today they won't! "I volunteer!" I call out. All heads point my way. Joe starts to break out crying on the stage. Pathetic. I walk from the line-up to the gravel path. "Well, another volunteer, District 1 must show some love for our couragious hero!" the escort begins to clap, followed by the girls then some of the boys. Joe takes off from the stage and runs to the back of the line-ups. I show no hesitation of fear to walk towards the stage with my head

How long has it been? Four, five, maybe six months by now. You mean you don't know what I'm talking about? You must be new to my flock Yes, I have a flock With a couple of leaders [co-leaders or whatever they prefer] but they persume me as the leader What scares me is that I'm the only final evolved form in the flock scary right? Not as scary to what I've done before those last couple months My flock took flight to destroy [or seriously injure] a legendary pokemon All to save a friend Well a friend and a Zorua, with countless others maybe That pokemon, stole my Ex-trainer and threatened to eat her Kyurem... Crap! I shouldn't say t

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 co