Ch. 74
* * * Trainer (OT) * * * To be honest, I didn't remember disembarking by the time I walked along the beach. I'd put from my mind the cruise ship for the moment, and just took in the...
Ch. 77
* * * Belle (OT's Lucario) * * * It was late at night when I left the watch to Helena, grateful for the moment of quiet in the midst of what had been an oddly noisy...
Ch. 70
* * * Claire * * * I knew I looked amazing by the way Tempest was watching my every motion. The spa we'd found our way to took pride in their work. Brushed out my...
Ch. 66
* * * Sybil * * * I awoke in a panic. Paranoid glance around a semi-dark room. Unfamiliar. Too clean. Too fresh. Smell of soap. Of other pokemon. Of the sea...
Ch. 65
* * * Trainer * * * As annoying as it was for poor Tempest, our competitor was a no-show that night. Something more important to do? Too drunk and forgot? Didn't...
Ch. 62
* * * Tempest * * * For the death of me, I couldn't sit still. Poor Claire had to watch me pace and tap my claws on tables and even when we snuck off to enjoy a...
Ch. 58
--Penance-- I had honestly resigned myself to curl up on his coat and wait it out. A little awkward, but I was glad he didn't leave himself completely vulnerable. If it meant I could protect him, I could handle having to sit there and listen to...
Aria - Interrupted Song
For my midterm project in Creative Literature 1-A, I've decided to write upon the reason I dropped out of law school. I'd like to note that this story is of a mature theme. I believe a classic stand-up comic put it best. "This will not be your normal...
Entwined Soul
It took ten minutes for me to calm Rachel enough to talk to her. She sobbed heavily, weak in my embrace. She wrapped her arms around me, the cool, soft cloth of the simple robe she wore brushing against my shoulders, tickling in some places, but...
Etched in Iron
I awoke to the vision of leaves moving between sky, the gentle bounce of footsteps and a smiling face. "Liam..." The alto voice spoke, I couldn't tell male or female from the angle or lighting, but the vocals belonged to a young adult. ...
Long Road to the Council
Morning had come, and with it, new troubles. Heather was too wounded to travel on her own, and I volunteered to carry her. Diego didn't like it, but kept his silence when Rachel gave her approval. Holly walked with us, the others forged on...
Welcome Home
I don't know what part of me became self-aware first. It's hard to explain. Your foot goes numb in your sleep. Does your mind recognize that it is your foot, or does your foot force your mind to react without knowledge? Suffice to say, I...