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Back to the task at hand, the gang and I flew on for hours with no land in sight. I’d never been to this Unova before; apparently Arceus had cut most ties with the place after a massive civil war between two brothers caused untold amounts of damage to the land and the Pokemon involved. I’d heard rumor that three Knights had been lost in the process; although no bodies were recovered to confirm their deaths. I myself didn’t know any of them, but Susan was real close to the one named Vivian. No one had ever seen Susan cry before that day; she was practically inconsolable. “Sir.” Cress suddenly spoke up, “La

I stand at the edge of a cliff over-looking the vast blue sea. The rush of the wind strikes at my face with a howling blitz, running through my hair and causing my royal purple robe to billow slightly. It is a feeling I wouldn’t even trade the world for; a feeling of being alive. I have felt it many times, many more than the average human would in their lifetime, but I am a special case, having been alive for well over five thousand years and counting. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, the sea air filling my lungs and invigorating my soul. Sinnoh was a long way from my mountainous home in Kanto; far from all of the Pokémon

Meadow lark flies swift To catch the ailing moon high Morning comes too soon

Chapter 2 They called it Paradise… The suddenness of bright light awoke me from my deep sleep. I raised my head, expecting to be back in cold, snowy New York City only to be greeted once again by snow white walls. I turned to the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sun. Instead my heart dropped as I gazed upon the same stars as I had the previous day; or had I even slept? There was no possible way to tell time in this room. It certainly felt like I had slept; my eye lids were still heavy with sleep and my limbs felt stiff. I stood up and stretched, hoping to bring some life back into my muscles, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes

The path lies before us, lonely and cold. The mountain rises ahead of us, longing to touch the sky. The trees stand around us, stalwart and bold. Darkness lies behind us, craving to take our souls with a lie. You stand beside me, weary look upon your face. Ere I beseeched you, not so long ago, To come away with me, at quick pace, So that we may escape the life we used to know. Darling dearest, wherefore are you silent now? Mere moments ago you could not, would not, Cease thy girlish chatting. But how Have you become so quiet? Tis some naught thought? Nay, precious love, banish it quick. There is no reason to fear. We are here alone in natu

It was a normal spring day for Philip the Lonely Pineapple. He was at home dusting his shiny rock collection when suddenly there was a commotion outside. Someone started knocking on Philip’s door. It was Sophia. “What’s going on, Sophia?” Philip asked. “A really big boat went down far out in the ocean.” Sophia said. “Oh?” Philip asked. “Yeah.” Sophia said, “Everyone’s waiting on the beach. Something really cool might wash up.” “Hopefully it’ll be something shiny.” Philip said. “C’mon Philip, let’s go meet up with the others.

My brother Dax had a lot to live for. He was 18, laid back, good with computers, great with people, he was even good at track and field. He had a future, something to work for. More than can be said for me, anyways. I’ll never forget his last words to me: “Go back to bed, Sandy. It’s late, you need to sleep. Where am I going? I’m just going out. I’ll be back. I promise. I love you too, Sis. You’ll always be special to me.” Dax…he didn’t keep his promise. He wouldn’t come home that night. I guess my story really begins when we were little. My name is Sandy Elizabeth Jenkins. I live

Philip woke up one morning to see that the sun wasn’t out as it usually was. It was also very cold in his little house. He decided to go outside to see what was causing his house to be so cold. When he opened the door, he saw that it was snowing outside. There were large flakes and small flakes and flakes that connected to each other. “Hey Philip.” Philip’s friend Paul the Palm Tree said. “Look at all this snow!” “Where did it all come from?” Philip asked. “I don’t know.” Paul said, “C’mon. Let’s go get the others so we can all play together.” &ldquo