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After a nice burst of writing this afternoon, my story is now complete. Woo! Tomorrow I'm going to do a quick read-through of the whole thing, just to hammer out any obvious weirdness, and then I'll post it up.
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

Woo, final read-through is done, so feel free to read and enjoy! It came in at just over 8.4k words. If you enjoy the story, or at least the concept of Hoenn actually being seriously effected by the actions of the Weather Trio, keep an eye open for Crimson Road, a continuation of this story, following the characters, some friends from the canon game storyline, and lots more disaster and Pokémon.

Without further ado, here's Breath of Grace:

Prologue

Lotusmarsh Island was an island like any other south of the mainland of the Hoenn region. Its tropical climate and soft, loamy soul encouraged the growth of many leafy plants and a large variety of berries. The lotus-filled marsh pond that gave the island its name was an abundant source of freshwater for inhabitants and the sandy beaches were always waiting to offer a spot of relaxation to a fisherman just back on the shore, or a place to lie down and sunbathe for the guests at the local resort.

Lotusmarsh Island used to be an island like any other, until the storms hit.

No one from the village on the island actually saw Kyogre or Groudon when they started on their rampage. After brief appearances in their resting places, the mythological Pokémon only appeared in the crater of Sootopolis City, clashing ferociously. However, as the islanders unfortunately learned first hand, you didn’t have to be near the Pokémon to feel the effects of their battle. Devastating ocean storms interspersed with periods of harsh sunlight and ground tremors plagued the area around Sootopolis for three days before the Pokémon were finally quieted.

In the aftermath, Lotusmarsh and many of the other small, local islands became disaster zones, the survivors working furiously to try and return to a normal life.


Breath of Grace

Working quietly in the bright sunlight, a young woman measured out another length of wood before turning her hand saw on it. She sawed rhythmically down, her long, blue braid swaying side to side across her back with the motion of her arm. Another plank of wood cut to size, she handed it off to the Vigoroth waiting patiently nearby. With five stacks of wood in hand, it nodded thankfully towards her with a short grunt before turning around and carrying the planks to the workman at the nearby village house.

The young woman paused to wipe the sweat from her face before measuring out the next length of wood. The planks were being used as a stopgap to repair large holes in the various houses in the village. Some homes had been destroyed completely, but the ones that were still standing were housing the survivors from all over the island and would have to be made secure. Workmen and their Pokémon were being brought out to the island by boat every day, but the path through the rocky islands separating Lotusmarsh from the well-traveled routes of Hoenn was long and difficult, and could only be traveled by small fishing boats. Workers and supplies were both slow in coming.

Gripping the saw tightly, the young woman began making the next plank, and another, and another. The Vigoroth returned by the time she had another five planks ready, and she handed them off without complaint. A Lombre came by with a pitcher of fresh water from the cleared out section of the pond and she drank deeply from the offered glass. The Lombre tried to lead her away to take a break, but she shook her head and pulled away from its grasp, returning to her work. So long as she worked herself to exhaustion, she could sleep at night. So long as she worked, she couldn’t think.

A tinkling of bells floated on the breeze toward her, and she quickly turned her head in the direction of the harbor. Another boat had made its way in. More supplies, more people, more food. She handed off the next set of planks to the Vigoroth and set the saw down carefully on the sawhorse, brushing her hands off on her shorts before running to the dock to help with unloading.

“Meraika!”

The young woman slowed down at the sound of her name and turned around. It was Rhys, jogging up behind her and puffing like an old man from the exertion. His shaggy red hair was damp with sweat and his clothing was disheveled; he must have snuck around his father earlier in the morning to help out somewhere on the island. His faithful Mudkip was following behind him like a puppy.

“Rhys, you look like crap.” Meraika smirked and ruffled his hair before straightening his shirt and brushing some sand off his shoulders. Clean up complete, she turned and started heading back towards the dock, though at a slower pace to give her friend some time to cool off. “Are you coming to help with the unloading?”

“Yeah,” Rhys panted in the heat and gratefully accepted a glass as yet another Lombre scurried around the area with a pitcher full of water. He drank deeply and set the cup back down on top of the Lombre’s head. It chittered at him and removed the cup before ambling off in a different direction. “I’ve been helping at the pond since dawn. The salinity levels are way down now, so the whole thing should be safe to drink, not just the small oases we dug out yesterday.”

“And your dad is fine with it?” Meraika asked back, though Rhys just shrugged and wouldn’t say anything further.

As the pair neared the coast, the docks came into view. 2 boats had landed, but they were not the boats Meraika had been expecting. Rather than holding laborers and building supplies, a group of solemn teenagers were seated on the boats, and as soon as the vessels were anchored to the piers, they all stretched and left the boats. They all looked rather similar in a way, with each wearing a rather distinctive clothing style featuring a black and white striped t-shirt and blue jeans, with matching blue bandanas covering the hair of some.

One of the young men without a bandana had a familiar head of tousled green hair and Meraika found herself quashing down a quick burst of anger and anxiety. Without a word to Rhys, she turned and stalked back to her work station, almost stepping on Mudkip as she left.

“H-Hey, wait!” Rhys shouted. He scooped up Mudkip in his arms before jogging after her, catching up just as she was grabbing her saw again. “Was that-”

“Yes, those are the remnants of Team Aqua.” Meraikas eyes glittered coldly as she began sawing off another chunk of wood. “At least, the ones that are from around here anyway, the ones that I left with.”

“Don’t you want to say hi to Julian, at least?”

“No, I don’t. Now if you don’t mind, I have some work to do.”

Knowing he wouldn’t get anymore out of her, Rhys looked at Mudkip and shrugged, ducking under the low hanging leaves of the trees next to the path and heading back in the direction of the docks.

***

Later that evening, Meraika was stretching her arms as she walked inland towards the pond. In her hand, she nervously fingered a small, red Poké Ball. If anyone found her, she could easily explain herself as going to the pond to swim for a bit and soak her sore muscles, and in fact, she did plan on doing just that. She just also planned something a bit more, something she wasn’t sure she wanted to share with the other inhabitants of Lotusmarsh.

On the banks of the pond was a small hut built to partially hang over the surface of the water. In times of leisure, the hut was a good place to change into a swim suit, or huddle inside in case of a sudden rain shower. It had somehow managed to miraculously survive the storm when many stronger dwellings were destroyed, and had quickly gotten put into use as a gathering point for the people who were working on clearing out the pond. Inside, the floor was wet from continuous traipsing earlier in the day, but as Rhys had earlier promise, the pond was now clear, and all the more obvious signs of the clean-up crews had been removed.

Meraika set the Poké Ball down on a table against the edge and quickly stripped off her jeans and t-shirt to reveal the swim suit beneath. She folded the clothing up on a nearby chair and flipped open the hatch of a trapdoor inset into the floor. Directly beneath it was the pond itself, and the sides of the hole were sanded smooth so as to avoid splinters. The water was still and clear on this side of the pond, and relatively shallow.

Meraika grabbed the Poké Ball again and kneeled down in front of the hole. She fiddled with the ball nervously for a few moments before taking a deep breath and releasing the Pokémon into the waters below. A brief flash later and Barboach was swimming happily in the pond. It swam in a tight figure eight and then jumped out of the water, making a small splash as it leaped into the air of the hut and then dived back down into the waters below. It swam around a bit more before calming down and coming back to the surface.

“I’m sorry it’s been a while since I’ve let you out, Barboach,” Meraika said to the Pokémon, reaching down to rub the top of its head. “We had some bad storms for a few days, and now I’m helping with clean-up.”

The Barboach cocked its head and made a questioning trilling noise in the back of its throat, so Meraika continued. “It was… well, Archie did what he set out to do, what I was afraid of. Kyogre… you know Kyogre, right?” The Barboach nodded its head. “It came out of nowhere, these terrible storms just blowing up out of the north. Occasionally the rain and wind would clear, very suddenly, and the sun would shine so brightly it made your eyes hurt, and you could feel small tremors, under the ground like.”

Telling the story of the storms again, Meraika felt a chill, and she wrapped her arms around herself, wishing she hasn’t stripped down to her suit. “It went on for days. Over half the village is ruined. The resort looks like it was hit by a bomb, and the guests are threatening to sue Helenia’s parents for ‘personal damages.’” She sighed. “Ever since then, we’ve been trying to clean up the damage, but it’s taking a while. The pond wasn’t even clear until today.”

Barboach mewed in sympathy and lifted itself further out of the water to nudge Meraika’s foot, then dived back under the water. Meraika giggled. “You’re right, now that you can swim around, we should get some practice in. Just not too much, though, because I’m tired. In a couple days, we should have enough workers and I won’t have to help as much as we can get into full training mode then, alright?”

Without waiting for a reply, she stretched again and slipped down through the hole and into the water. She opened her eyes and saw Barboach in front of her. It waggled one of its fins and sped off deeper into the pond as Meraika surfaced outside the hut, looking around. All the debris had been removed and the damaged plants pruned. As a result, the pond looked larger than it usually did, not as crowded in by the lotus blossoms and lily pads. She swam to the middle of the pond and flipped around so she was floating on her back, looking up at the stars in the sky.

So, Julian was back. She knew he would be sooner or later. The rumours she had heard from the workmen all said that both Team Aqua and Team Magma had been formally disbanded. Those members who had come from Lotusmarsh had no connection to the mainland and no reason to stay there, so of course they would come back. And Julian’s parents and siblings were very important to him, and so were his… friends.

Meraika was subconsciously fiddling with the ring on her finger when she felt a playful nudge in her back from under the water. She quickly flipped around and tried to reach for Barboach, but he slipped through her grasp, blowing a stream of bubbles at her face. “Ok, I’m sorry, no more distractions,” she promised. “Are you ready for a workout?”

In answer, Barboach jumped out of the water into the air and splashed back down again mere inches away from Meraika’s face. She laughed happily and hugged it under the water. “In that case, let’s get started!”

For the next hour, Meraika put Barboach through its paces. She raced him through the water and recorded his times and played hide-and-seek with him among the silt by the marshes. When he was starting to get tired, they took a break and practiced using his whiskers as water radar to detect the location of bits of food she tossed into the pond for him, and hidden morsels she buried under the sandy bottom.

Once Barboach began to recuperate from the earlier swim trials, they moved into phase two of their nightly training regimen. Meraika sat on the bank of the pond and tossed targets into the air while Barboach hit them alternately with Water Gun and Mud Slap. When he missed 3 in a row, Meraika shook her head and put the targets off to the side. “I think we’ve both had enough for one night. You’ve done a good job.” Barboach mewed happily and did a final leap into the air before Meraika returned him to his Poké Ball.

Once again alone with her thoughts, Meraika debated taking another dip in the water, but a quick glance at the sky changed her mind. By the position of the stars, it was already well past midnight. Tomorrow would be another busy day, and she needed sleep as much as she needed relaxation. She shook the excess water out of her braid, grabbed her clothes from the hut, and started back to the village in silence.

***

After a few hours of fitful sleep, Meraika awoke slowly, her eyes focusing on the wooden beams above her head. Her family’s house had been spared from the worst effects of the storm, and for the first few days, they shared sleeping space with some of their less fortunate neighbors. Now that the construction was progressing, the guests had moved out the day before and this was her first night alone in her own room again. And yet, she still couldn’t sleep soundly.

A glance towards the window showed her the first light of false dawn and she rose, stretching her arms and legs. It wasn’t much sleep, but it was better than nothing, and she still planned on being dressed and out of the house before her parents were awake and about. Considering her father was a fisherman who left with the rest of the fishing boats at dawn, it meant she had become a professional at waking early and dressing quickly.

I’m not avoiding them, Meraika thought to herself as she threw on a pair of shorts over her swim bottom and rebraided her hair. I just don’t want another confrontation, and I don’t want to see the half-disguised looks of pity on their faces. She double-checked that her Poké Ball was attached to her belt and opened the door a crack, listening for sounds of either of her parents moving, but the coast was clear. Shoes in her hand, she walked carefully through the house to the front and left through the main door.

Once she felt she was a good distance away, she hopped up on a nearby rock to put her shoes on and she stared out across the sea. Her parents’ house was a nice location, close to the beach but not so close that there was constantly sand in everything. Her mother had a separate path to the berry patches behind the house, and her father a short walk to the boats and back each day. The south-facing kitchen gave a lot of sunlight to her mother’s personal berry garden, and Meraika’s stomach rumbled at the thought of berries.

“Well, if I can’t sleep, I may as well eat,” she said to herself, getting up and heading along the coast towards Rhy’s house, a familiar and enjoyable walk. Tailow and Natu were common to the island and were always most active around dawn, flitting between branches with berries in their mouths. Deeper in the forest, Breloom and Shroomish could be heard, rummaging through the bushes in search of breakfast, occasionally calling to each other as something tasty was found. When Meraika was little, she used to make berry jelly with her mother and then put samples of the flavours in little bowls outside their house, waiting for the Shroomish to taste it. Whichever bowl was eaten first was the tastiest batch and the one they would jar and sell. She smiled at the memory as she approached Rhys’s home.

Unlike Meraika’s house, Rhys’s had suffered poorly from the storms. The roof had partially collapsed and one of the walls had caved in. Still, the house wasn’t as bad as some, and had been fixed enough to live in decently within the first two days. Rhys’s father had stayed the whole time, working day and night to fix the place up while ordering Rhys to stay in town where it was safer. Meraika still didn’t know if he knew that Rhys had been helping with the reconstruction.

The sun was finally beginning to rise, but the window to Rhys’s room was on the west side of the house and still deep in shadow. Meraika crept up and felt around for the catch-release that she, Rhys, and Julian had added onto the window when they were kids. For a fleeting moment she feared the window might have been damaged and replaced with the catch removed, but then she felt the bolt give and the window slid upwards silently. She jumped up onto the windowsill and slowly reached a foot down, feeling around for the floor. She felt something soft and kind of squishy right before her grip on the window loosened and she fell the rest of the way into the room with a crash, tangling herself up with… Rhys?

“Aw, geez, Meraika, what the hell was that for?” Rhys rubbed his head carefully as he tried to untangle himself, Meraika, and his blanket. Shirtless, in a pair of baggy linen pants, he had clearly been asleep only moment ago. “Haven’t you ever heard of a door? Is the sun even up yet?”

“Since when is your bed right underneath the window?” she snapped back, helping herself up and straightening the blanket back on the bed. Mudkip struggled out from the other side of the mess and nuzzled Meraika’s hand playfully.

“Since the reconstruction. It was moved here to be out of the workers’ way when they were doing the roof and I haven’t gotten around to moving it back yet.” Rhys ran a hand through his hair and looked out the window, picking up Mudkip absentmindedly and plopping it down on his lap. “Man, I hate being right, the sun really isn’t up yet.”

Meraika through a pillow at his face. “I was hoping we could grab some breakfast before we get to work. I left the house without eating this morning and my stomach is giving me hell.”

Rhys gave one last, longing look at his bed and then sighed, getting up and heading to the door, Mudkip at his heels. “Sure, I guess I’ll want to be out of here before my father gets up anyway. Are you still avoiding your folks?”

“I am not avoiding my parents. Not like you and your dad, anyway.” Knowing Rhys’s cooking skills, she brushed past him in the hallway, heading into the kitchen first, grabbing eggs and a skillet while she talked. “It’s just been… awkward lately.”

Rhys poured a bowl of Pokémon food for Mudkip and sat down on the kitchen table while Meraika broke eggs into the pan. “How so?”

“Well, your dad might not want you to ever do anything ever in your whole life, but both of mine always sort of wished I would follow them into their fields, you know, carry on the family name or some such.” Meraika turned on the burner and started frying up the eggs. “And for a while, I thought that would work. I mean, I’ve been fishing since I could walk, and I know all of mom’s berry recipes by heart.”

She sighed, adding some seasoning to the eggs. “But since I’ve come back from the mainland, nothing’s been right. I haven’t been able to catch anything bigger than my pinky, I ruined a whole bag full of lures, and I’ve burned ever poffin and jam I’ve tried to cook up.”

Rhys gave her a concerned look. “Are you sure you want to be cooking breakfast?”

Ignoring him, Meraika continued. “It’s like I’ve been cursed, and I’m just fed up with it. Both of them are disappointed, but neither wants to say anything. I’ve overheard them talking about what they’re going to do with me.”

“That’s not really their choice though, is it?” Rhys asked, getting up to grab them glasses of water while Meraika brought their plates of eggs to the table. “I mean, it’s your life, you can do whatever you want with it.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know what I want either.” Meraika sat down heavily, accepting her glass from Rhys. “I just don’t think it’s on this island.”

They ate in silence, both pushing their food around on their plates more than putting in their mouth. Each seemed to have lost their appetite. Oblivious, Mudkip ate his food loud and hungrily. Meraika fingered the Poké Ball in her pocket thoughtfully for a moment. “You specialized in Pokémon studies in school, right Rhys?”

“Yeah, sure.” Rhys laughed. “It wasn’t like I ever felt like I’d actually be able to have a career, so I figured I would go for something that I thought was fun. I thought it would be easy, but the Pokémon-specific classes were actually pretty tough. It was a nice escape for me, though, like reading an adventure book. You got to learn all sorts of cool survival and wilderness skills, Pokémon care, things like that. It’s been helpful in taking care of Mudkip since he came back to stay with me here.”

Meraika nodded, thoughtfully. “Did you ever think about maybe becoming a Pokémon trainer?”

“Of course! What kid didn’t?” Rhys smiled at the memories. “I used to fantasize about traveling around the ocean on the back of a water Pokémon, discovering new Pokémon on hidden islands. I’d come up with all sorts of crazy strategies in my head for what sort of Pokémon I would capture to try and beat the League.” He snorted. “I was such a dumb kid.”

Meraika nodded thoughtfully and removed her hand from her pocket. “My specialty was business and marketing. I thought I could use that to help grow my parents’ businesses, make a fortune selling berries and fish. I guess I was pretty serious, even as a kid.”

“You were, but we loved you for it. Bossy Meraika, there to keep us on our toes!”

Meraika stuck her tongue out at Rhys and reluctantly finished her eggs standing up to do the dishes, but Rhys beat her to it, grabbing the plate and cup out of her hand and heading to the sink. Instead, she slunk back into her seat at the kitchen table, staring out the window at the rising sun. “I wish we were still kids.”

“Me too.”

***

After saying good bye to Rhys as he left to meet up with his work crew near the pond, Meraika headed back down the coast towards the main construction site, and was surprised to see it already a buzz with activity. The amount of dedicated workers had seemingly doubled overnight, along with a huge influx of Machoke, Makuhita, and more Vigoroth. She saw the foreman off to the side studying some blueprints and went to ask him where the workers came from.

“Oh, a whole big bunch of them came in on boats last evening,” he replied, stroking his moustache as he glanced up from the prints to watch the group of humans and Pokémon working together to rebuild the rest of the houses. “Most of the work in Lilycove is done now, so a lot of the workers from there are branching out to the islands. Pacifidlog did most of their own work themselves but they knew we were still in need.”

He clapped her on the shoulder with one of his strong hands. “You’ve done some good work for us, girl, and I’m mighty proud of you for how much effort you put into things here. Go home and get some rest, you’ve earned it.”

“Thanks,” Meraika replied with a tight smile. Not knowing what else to do, she turned and walked away deeper into the island, her mind spinning with thoughts. In some ways, the storms had come at both the best and worst time. Ever since she had come back to the island in disgrace after her disastrous attempts with Team Aqua, she had been floating adrift, purposeless. Working on the rebuilding had given her a chance to occupy her mind and body, but hadn’t actually helped her solve any of her problems. And now even that small respite was gone.

In addition to rebuilding the homes, some helpers had also been going through the island’s natural habitats, cleaning up broken branches and other debris. The forest was thinner now, letting more light in through the dense, tropical leaves, but otherwise it seemed untouched. A few meters off the main pathways and it was like stepping into another world, quiet and peaceful. Neither Pokémon nor plants were harmed in any major way by the storms, and what damage was done was repaired by nature itself.

Off the main roads used by the human settlers of the island, small trails were made and used by the native Pokémon. Most people didn’t pay attention to the trails, but Meraika and her friends knew them well and she walked along one now, absentmindedly looking at the scenery as she thought. She couldn’t help but wonder if her failure in both of her parents’ lines of works was something subconscious. Before she had left the island, she had been a skilled fisherman and berry cultivator. She knew the right lures and the right temperatures and the right times and the right berry blends, but knowledge isn’t the same as interest. Was a quick visit to the mainland and the capture of a single Pokémon all that her brain needed to figure out that she wanted something different in life?

But, no, becoming a Pokémon Trainer was nothing but a dumb fantasy. She had no knowledge or skills in the field of Pokémon, and just a single small fish to her name. She couldn’t even travel around on her own, let alone succeed in any battles. Archie had flat-out told her to her face that she was useless as a Pokémon trainer. She kicked a rock in her frustration as her anger built and it bounced off into the brush, scattering some Shroomish.

If she couldn’t be a fisherman, or a berry chef, or a Pokémon trainer, what should she do with her life? What could she do? Become a waitress at the Pokémon Resort like some of the bimbos from her class? She kicked another rock and it bounced along the trail, skidding to a halt as it bounced off the sole of a familiar-looking shoe. Meraika looked up, staring blankly into the face of Julian.

“Uh, hi,” Julian said softly, blushing a bit. “I’ve been looking around for you.” He had traded his Team Aqua uniform for more familiar threads including flower-patterned swim trunks, a skin-tight tshirt, and flip-flops. His hair was shaggy and longer than usual, and his face slightly sunburned.

Meraika froze in her steps, unsure of what to say. Julian had been such a dear friend for so long, and later a lover, but now…

“I know you’re probably still mad at me,” Julian continued, taking a few steps closer, but still keeping a respectful distance between them, “and I just wanted to say that you were right.”

Meraika bit her cheek to stop herself for lashing out at him in anger, forcing her words out through clenched teeth. “Of course I was right. You can see the evidence everywhere around you that I was right. What did you think Archie was going to do, create a wildlife refuge?” She felt her cheeks redden and tried to force herself to calm down.

Julian blushed. “You know what we was like, how persuasive he could be-”

“Yes, just like how he persuaded everyone that I was worthless and incompetent.”

“I’m sorry,” Julian winced as he apologized, his face brightening even more. “That’s not what I meant, it’s just-”

“Archie unleashed this, Archie caused this.” Meraika swung her arms about, gesturing to the forest around here. “And I tried to warn you, warn everyone. And not a single one of you believed me. Not even my boyfriend.”

Deflated, Meraika lowered her arms, fiddling with the ring on her left hand. “You rejected me just like Archie did, and I’m not going to listen to your apologies now.” With a sigh, she pulled the ring off her finger and tossed it down into the dirt of the path before turning around and following the path back the way she had come. Julian neither spoke up, nor followed after.

***

Later that night, Meraika and Barboach were back in the pond, going through their routine. Feeling too angry and discombobulated to want to have to talk to, or even see, anyone else, she had spent the rest of the day in the forests, sulking and occasionally trying to sort through her own thoughts. It was hard to think through the anger.

Over and over in her mind, she ran through the events of her last day as a member of Team Aqua. She had been walking through their headquarters, trying to think of a way to make up to Archie for her previous failures. She knew that she was strong and confident, deserving of a top spot in Team Aqua’s leadership, if only she could figure out the best way to show that to Archie, to make him believe she was more than a useless fool.

She had been trying to formulate a plan to create reliable habitats for water Pokémon on the mainland away from the Seas when she had stumbled across something she wasn’t meant to discover. Archie, Helenia and two of the other admins, were all gathered around a map in one of the meeting rooms, discussing the Blue Orb and their hopes to reawaken Kyogre.

Should she have bursted in on them then? Would it have made a difference? She probably wouldn’t have been able to change their minds, but maybe…

No, that was a dead end, nothing else. They wouldn’t have listened to her, and they knew no one else would too. They probably would have just kicked her off the team before she could leave on her own. They would have known no one else would have listened to her.

Deep down, she hadn’t thought anyone else would have listened to her, either. An organization founded for the betterment of marine Pokémon summoning the legendary Kyogre to drown the world in endless rain? Who would have believed such a story? It sounded like a B-film out of Pokéstar Studios.

But even if no one else did, Julian should have believed her. Julian should have stood up for her. They should have left Team Aqua together.

Thinking about it again in the pond, Meraika blinked back tears, wiping her face on her hand. Barboach sensed her distress and swam up from its laps around the perimeter, nuzzling her in the arm with its face and flicking its whiskers playfully.

“Oh, Barboach,” Meraika cried, throwing her arms around the Pokémon and hugging it close to her. “Whatever am I going to do?”

It crooned softly back at her, rubbing her face with his whiskers to try and make her laugh. She smiled at it warmly and wiped the tears away from her eyes. “I can’t change the choices Julian made; it’s his life and he has to deal with it. I guess all we can do is, well, keep doing what we’re doing.” Barboach trilled happily and jumped up, twisting into the air before flipping back down into the water.

As Meraika and Barboach finished their training regime, Meraika came to an important but uncomfortable realization. She was going to have to leave the island, no way around it. There was nothing for her to do here, no job, no way of life. And now that Julian was back, being on the island was just as raw and painful as it was when she had first arrived back home in shame after leaving Team Aqua. She unconsciously rubbed her finger where the ring used to be. Julian and Lotusmarsh were both symbols of her failure; she would never accomplish anything until she was free of both.

But how to leave the island? She was a good swimmer, but even Sootopolis or Pacifidlog were too far to swim to, let alone the mainland. The boats here were too precious for her to take one, and riding out with one of the salesmen or worker crews would be too obvious; she wanted to leave peacefully and quietly, with no uncomfortable questions or awkwardness. She knew it was theoretically possible to surf on a Pokémon, but Barboach was much too small to accomplish such a feat. His evolution, on the other hand…

“Hey, Barboach,” Meraika asked as Barboach its last target and came swimming back, “do you know anything about evolving?” The Pokémon cocked its head. “Like, do you think you’ll evolve anytime soon? Is there anything special I can do to help?”

Confused, the Pokémon crooned once and playfully bumped its head into her chest. “I guess that’s a ‘no’ then,” Meraika sighed, stroking the Pokémon softly. “Don’t worry about it; it’s not important. Come on, I’ve got a special treat for you in the cabin and then we can go home for the night.”

As Meraika and Barboach swam up to the cabin, neither of them noticed the figure watching them from the shadows and is turned and walked back, heading deeper into the forest.

***

Meraika quietly entered the front door of her house, turning the knobs gently and taking her shoes off so as to not make a sound. It was the middle of the night and both of her parents were deep sleepers, but there was no point in taking chances. There was a note from her mother on the kitchen table, inviting her to join in on a poffin-making session with some of the other island women to make a big batch up for the Pokémon helping with the reconstruction. Meraika smiled at the note, but wrote a quick line back to decline, stating that she was too busy with other matters.

In her room, she opened up the window to get a bit of fresh air before collapsing back onto the bed. She stared up at the ceiling for several moments, tossing her Poké Ball back and forth between her hands.

It was crazy and she knew it, but she could be a Pokémon Trainer.

Sure, it might be difficult starting out. Barboach had only battled in training, never against another Pokémon, and she’d be at a severe disadvantage. On the other hand, she had Barboach had gone through several months of dedicated nighttime training, and Meraika had captured it without even having another Pokémon to battle with. She should be more than capable enough to catch some more Pokémon on her own to round out her team.

For a moment she wondered if she’d be able to borrow any Pokémon books from Rhys, and then her stomach immediately lurched. She grasped her Poké Ball tightly in one hand and then turned on her side, curling up tight. Going to become a Pokémon trainer would mean leaving Rhys alone on the island and she immediately felt guilty. She and Rhys had been friends for ages and leaving him would be very painful, even more painful then when she had to break the news to him that she was going to start dating Julian. But she couldn’t stay on the island, and Rhys would never leave.

Meraika forced thoughts of Rhys out of her mind and focused on thinking about her future, what kind of Pokémon she would catch, adventures she would have. “Maybe I’ll catch a Tropius,” she mumbled to herself as she drifted off to sleep. “I always wanted… to see… a… Tropius… …”

***

In the morning, Meraika awoke refreshed for the first time in what felt like years. She yawned and stretched, her Poké Ball still held tightly in her hand. Blinking, she noticed that she slept so well she had overslept; by the position of the sun, it was well past dawn and nearing noon. She gave a start, but then remembered that she wasn’t needed to help with the construction anymore. The foreman had even told her to get some rest, but she couldn’t help feeling just a bit guilty.

She dressed quickly and jogged into the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. With her mom off making poffins, she had the house to herself so there was no reason to rush, and she gathered up ingredients to fry herself up some pancakes. She mixed up the batter and poured it into the pan, remembering the first time she, Rhys, and Julian had disastrously decided to make pancakes for themselves. Somehow the memory didn’t feel like a stab wound in the gut, despite the inclusion of Julian, and she couldn’t help but feel the empty space on her finger where the ring used to be. Perhaps the goal of getting off the island had given her the strength she needed to let Julian go once and for all. Perhaps she might even be able to forgive him one day. Or maybe she had been too quick to anger in the first place. Emotional subtlety had never been her strong suit.

As she brought the plate of pancakes over to the table, a small box sitting at her usual seat caught her eye. It was wrapped in paper and twine and there was a note on the table next to it. It was from her mom.

Your friend Julian came by this morning as I was about to leave the house. He said not to wake you and just left this for you. –M

Meraika pursed her lips as she picked up the box. Why would Julian leave anything for her? She tried to puzzle it out in her mind, but eventually curiosity overwhelmed her. She slipped the twine off the box and unwrapped the paper. Underneath was a plain wooden box fastened with a simple latch and no lock.

Meraika flipped the latch and opened the box, pulling out the contents with her other hand. It was some sort of belt, and it made her hand tingle as she held it. It was made out of blue- and white-dyed fabric with metal adornments, and the clasp was made out of blue-tinted metal with a stylized A painted into it in white. It took her a moment to recognize the A as the Team Aqua logo and when she did, she dropped the belt back into the box with disgust. Why would Julian send her this? She was about to slam the box closed when she saw another note, this one inside the box. She picked up the note, unsurprised to see Julian’s cramped, slanted handwriting filling the small piece of paper on both sides.

Listen, I know you don’t want to talk to me or anything and that’s fine. I’d probably just mess things up more if we talked again anyway. But I do want to give you something, just to say I’m sorry. When I was with Team Aqua, I did some work with our Tech division and this was one of the prototypes they had built. It’s called the Team Aqua Belt. Stupid name, huh? Anyway, it was developed to help Pokémon evolve. Pretty cool, isn’t it? I didn’t even realize that I’d brought it back with me until I was unpacking my stuff. But I saw you training with your Barboach and thought you might get some use out of it? It looked like you were training it really well! I know you both could accomplish even more if it evolved, so maybe this can be of some help to you. Anyway, I’m really sorry I was such a jerk to you. I hope maybe someday we can be friends again. –Julian.

Meraika sighed and looked back at the belt. It was just leather and metal; could it really help Barboach evolve? Then again, it had made her fingers feel a bit weird when she picked it up the first time. Hesitantly, as if the belt might bite her, she put her hand back in and touched it with a single finger, and a small tingle ran through her finger and up her arm. She lifted it up again and realized now that it felt slightly heavier than a regular belt should feel and if she squeezed the leather tight she could feel the shape of cords and circuits inside. So, it wasn’t just a plain leather belt after all.

Pancakes forgotten on the table, Meraika exited out of the house and jogged through the forest in the direction of the pond. She didn’t know if anyone would be there at this time of day, but deep down she knew that she didn’t even really care. Once she was deep enough into the forest that she couldn’t see the house behind her, she veered off the path in between the trees as a shortcut. She startled a flock of Tailow as she ran and they flew off into the sky, screeching back at her.

Eventually, she came out into the clearing of the pond. The area was mostly deserted except for some younger boys who were playing in the marshes on the opposite side. Without waiting to change her clothes, Meraika plunged into the water and waded in until she was about knee deep. The belt still clenched tight in her right hand, she fumbled with her left for the Poké Ball in her pocket. Eventually she grabbed it and managed to release Barboach into the pond. The Pokémon whistled happily at the site of its trainer and jumped and dived into the water in a small dance.

In the pond with Barboach, Meraika suddenly released she had no idea how the belt worked. It was constructed to regular human size, so there was no way Barboach could wear it. Maybe she was supposed to wear it? But then what? She held it up and stared at it blankly, trying to uncover its secrets.

Splashing up out of the water, Barboach saw the ring shape the belt was making and jumped towards it, as if it were a new challenge. As he cleared through the loop of the belt, he suddenly started glowing with a bright, white light. Meraika stared at the Pokémon in awe, and even the kids on the other side of the pond had noticed the brightness. The glow strengthened in power as Barboach neared the water, and then went out with a flash as he splashed back into the pond.

Meraika gasped out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding and stared at the water expectantly. She cried out happily when her Pokémon jumped out of the water again, waving its fins in the air. Barboach had evolved! Meraika was now the proud trainer of a Whiscash. She slipped and fell backwards, landing on her butt in the shallow water as Barboach landed again, sending waves across the pond. It swam up to her and nuzzled her fondly with its head. Meraika hugged Whiscash to her tightly. “I’m so proud of you, Whiscash,” she whispered.

Splashing noises coming from the left caused Meraika to turn away from her friend. The boys from across the pond had seen what happened and were heading her way. Both were young, possible halfway through their schooling, and she recognized one as the son of one of her mother’s baking friends. He had short-cropped blond hair and a missing tooth that made a whistling noise as he called over. “Hey! Is that your Pokémon? Did it just evolve?”

“Yes!” Meraika called back happily. The two friends waded the rest of the way over to them and fawned over Whiscash, laughing as it splashed and did tricks in the water.

“Wow, he’s really trained well!” The other boy, a bit older and with shaggy brown hair was clearly boggled at Whiscash’s tricks. “Are you a Pokémon Trainer?”

“Yes,” Meraika replied after a short pause. “Yes, I am. I’m going to be the best Pokémon Trainer Lotusmarsh Island has ever seen!”

***

Later that night, Meraika looked back on the lights of Lotusmarsh Island. The influx of professional construction workers had greatly helped the island rebuild, even in just the last twenty-four hours. Almost all of the damaged homes had now been repaired or rebuild, and most of the scars from the storm had faded. It wouldn’t be long before everyone was back to their normal lives again. At least, everyone but her.

She smiled as she reached down to fondly stroke the top of Whiscash head. Now that he had evolved, he was large enough for her to ride on, and surfing together had been the very first thing they worked on together in the pond. They stayed out at the pond until long past sunset, training and practicing while Meraika’s head was busy trying to figure out how to say goodbye. Now it was almost midnight, and Meraika shed a tear looking back at her old home. She knew she would miss the island, the friends and family she had there, but she would always hold their memories close in her heart.

“Are you ready to leave, Whiscash?”

At the Pokémon’s triumphant, affirmative sound, Meraika gave one last wave toward Lotusmarsh and turned around, ready to head out on a brand new adventure.


***

Epilogue

Rhys sat dejectedly on an outcropping of rock near the beach, the ocean winds drying the tears on his cheeks. Sitting next to him, Mudkip made soft, consoling sounds as it nudged its friend, but it received no response. Meraika’s goodbye letter was still clenched in Rhys’s fist, though by now he’d read the words a dozen times and knew them all by heart.

Rhys – I know this letter will come as something of a shock to you, but it’s time for me to say goodbye. I don’t have a place on Lotusmarsh anymore, and as long as I’m here, I’m not going to be happy. Barboach has evolved now, and Whiscash and I have decided to leave the island together and go to the mainland where I will become a Pokémon Trainer. Please don’t be mad at me for not telling you this in person, but I didn’t know how. I’ll be back to the island to visit once I’ve made something of myself. You’ve always been my best friend, Rhys. Thank you. Love, Meraika

How could she leave him alone like this? Didn’t she know she was all he had? He glanced at the letter again and new tears bubbled up in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks. Mudkip nuzzled him again and he dropped the letter, flinging his arms around Mudkip and holding it tightly to his chest.

“I guess she must have left you a note, too.”

Rhys turned his head to the side and saw Julian walking up the beach towards him, hands in his pockets. “She told you, too?”

“Yeah.” Julian sat down heavily on the rock next to Rhys and reached a hand over to scratch Mudkip on the head. “I guess she figured she owed it to me.”

“She’s been upset at you ever since she came back from the mainland, you know.”

“Yeah, I know.”

The two men gazed out at the water and fell into silence. Rhys shifted uneasily. This conversation, short as it had been, was the most the two had spoken to each other since Julian and Meraika had started dating. Even though they used to be close friends, Rhys wasn’t sure how to talk to him. Everything seemed so different now. He wondered if maybe they could put this behind them and become friends again. He hoped so.

“You know,” Julian said, breaking the silence while scratching his chin thoughtfully, “it must be rough to be a Pokémon Trainer out on your own. Don’t you think?”

Rhys nodded. “When I studied Training back in school, we learned that most Pokémon Trainers start out working together in pairs or small groups. It isn’t until later that they decide to go completely on their own.”

“I don’t know if you know this, but I have a Pokémon of my own.” Julian reached into his pocket, and pulled out a Poké Ball, spinning it on his index finger before grasping it tightly in his palm. “I haven’t had a chance to start with actual training yet, but no time to start like the present, eh?”

Rhys turned his head to look over at Julian as his eyes widened in comprehension. “You mean, we should go out with her?”

“Why not? It would be fun, don’t you think? I could go after her on my own if you don’t want to come, but frankly, I don’t think Meraika would like that much. Besides, you’re the one with the formal training, so we’d be lost without you anyway.”

Rhys smiled wide. “I think it’s a wonderful plan! Don’t you, Mudkip?”

The Pokémon squealed happily in response and all three bowed heads together to start making their plans.
 
RE: ATTENTION: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

YES! I made it!

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Lucid Skies
Total Word Count: 9,245
Writer's note: the abbreviation POV stands for Part of View, not Point of View, to clarify.

Chapter One: The Meeting
Word Count: 1,037
Lord Voltian's POV
Somewhere on Planet Tridugon...

A creator scorned by his experimental worlds, Lord Voltian scowled. How was he going to create the perfect world if he kept trailing off, if his first experiment would not allow him to continue? The human loner paced about the ruins of the alien kingdom Saaturus, pondering what to do about Experiment Z9, the very first creature he had ever created.

"Ugh! Why'd I create that miserable failure of a thing?! It's not even an alien! I don't know why I decided to pierce together the appendages of a giant wasp's head and body, the tentacles of a octopus, the arms of a praying mantis, and the legs of a lion! It's a ruthless creature. I'm just glad it sleeps only every decade. Otherwise, it might be a menace to the people of my home planet, Earth. But I can't continue unless I find a way to completely destroy Experiment Z9 for once and all. I need the help of a team of creatures which I still haven't managed to create!"

HummmmMMMMMMMmmmm...

"What?" Voltian turned around. There was nobody there. Yet the humming sound kept getting closer and more rapid. Baffled, he looked up, down, in all the directions he could think of.

...MMMMMM-m-m-m-m-m-mmmmmm....

"Hey, trespassers of my domain! Show yourselves or you will be exterminated!" the human shouted. Still nothing showed up on the alien radar he had pulled out of his pocket. "Come on, COMPLY OR DIE!" he spat.

The humming stopped.
A silence sliced in suddenly.

Voltian fumed. "Playin' games now, are you? Well, I'll give you a hell of a game! Bring it on, you pests!" He set his alien radar to "DEATH MODE" and armed it, carefully but swiftly pointing it everywhere. The human took slow, steady steps backwards, expecting alien attackers to pop out of the ground. Sweat drops slithered across his skin like snakes. He waited.

Two lights in the flickering form of spheres appeared, one purple and the other orange.

"There is no need to defend yourself or to attack us, Lord Voltian," a raspy, yet clear voice in an slight Armenian accent stated, coming from the direction of the purple orb.

"We simply require your presence in the company of a she-rabbit, a he-fox, a Water Corbi, and your Experiment Z9," another voice said, apparently of the orange light's origin.

"A she-rabbit-- he-fox-- what in the world is a Water Corbi?!" Voltian groaned and dropped his weapon. His head hurt from seeing the radiance of these two strange lights that should not belong in this world. It hurt from trying to recall where these two had come from. "Wh-what about Z9? Tell me now!"

"Relax," the purple orb commanded.

"Relax, and our glow will dim," the orange orb said.

Voltian realized that it was no use trying to argue with these two when he was so rattled with rage. He had learned that while trying to merge some of his personality with one of his experiments. The creator sighed, and took several deep breathes. Sure enough, as the beings had said, when he relaxed, the aliens' glow did dim. His pupils widened in response to the radiance's dimness.

"Excellent," the orange one whispered. "Now we will answer your questions."

The purple light flickered. "Make them specific, or you will not receive the information that you wanted."

"Specific, eh? Okay. What is a Water Corbi?" Voltian asked, folding his arms.

"A Corbi is the reincarnation of a heroic, nonhuman creature. It comes in a certain element that the creature was attuned to, meaning that it controls this specific element. The type of elemental Corbi you are referring to is a Water Corbi. It can control any form of water, or hydrogen oxide, such as: liquid, gas, and solid. That is, if it knows how to," the purple orb answered.

"Who is the Water Corbi that you were talking about that I needed to be in the presence of?"

"His name is Ryu," the orange light replied.

"Ryu Saihru," the other one added.

"Who's the she-rabbit and the he-fox you mentioned?"

They both flickered briefly. "It is best that we do not tell you. They shall reveal that themselves."

"... any final questions before we send you on the way to their location, Lord Voltian?"

Voltian scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Yes... I've got two, actually. First, who and what are you? Second, would this ... process involve me and these Earthling animals ridding this universe of Experiment Z9?"

The purple one flickered fluidly in response to the first question. "I am Karmrel, and my counterpart here is Narinj. We are-" it shuddered, "- color elemental Corbis. My name in my language means 'Purple', and my counterpart 'Orange'. I am a Purple Corbi, while he is an Orange Corbi. Have I completely and fully answered your first question?"

"Uh, yes. Proceed with the answering of my second question." Voltian noted the small show of emotion Karmrel had revealed.

"To your second question," Narinj replied, "yes, if you succeed in finding them, and if they cooperate with you."

With the final word, every nonliving object in the ruins suddenly darkened. Even the stars had gone out. Only the light of the Corbis provided slight hints to where Voltian was. The human tried to run, but he was frozen in the spot where he stood. Fear crept into his body.

"W-what are you going to do with me?"

Beep.

A beep? Voltian thought. There it was again. That same humming sound, only even more louder. And annoying. He looked at Karmrel and Narinj. Their lights seemed even darker yet intense, with two even more dark holes in their faces -or whatever they were called?-, which he assumed worked in the same way as eyes, only maybe more complex, as he understood that aliens were not related to his kind. The two Corbis blazed like the sun.

"Lord Voltian! You will be teleported to Grand Canyon, Arizona, in five, four-" Karmrel started.

Voltian crossed his fingers, as his human kind did for good luck back home. "Please please please let me live-"

"- three, two, one-" A portal below him opened and began sucking Lord Voltian into itself. That was the last view he saw before he went home.


On a mission.

Chapter Two: The So-Called Accident
Word Count: 1,221
Amy's POV
Somewhere in the Earthling state of Arizona, United States...

"Ugh..." a light-brown jackrabbit groaned as she walked on the side of the asphalt road. Her paws hurt from walking on the hot, dry sand in the desert. Her throat was severely dehydrated from the scorching heat of the sun. She wondered why the others in the group hadn't stopped for a water break. Oh, right, Amy thought. No river or even a darned mud puddle. And there were no clouds to be seen in the sky. Great. She pulled the goggles she'd snatched from a tourist over her eyes. At least she wouldn't lose all the water in her body completely. And it was kind of nice to have a little eye protection from the blazing sun. But still, she was really thirsty.

"Hey, Harry!" Amy gasped hoarsely. "Can't we... just climb down the wall and just... ugh... follow the canyon?"

The leader of this expedition, a middle-aged coyote, stopped walking and turned around to look at the rabbit, a stern look registered on his face. "No," he replied. "We'll go off course. We need to follow this road to the city. There, we will have a infinite water supply and plenty of food."

"Hold up!" the vegetarian fox next to Amy spoke sharply. "Did you just say- a human city? I thought we were moving to a forest."

For a split second, Harry looked surprised, perhaps even scared. Then his face returned to his normal expression. His ears turned back. "I meant to say cutie home. A mere slip of the tongue, that's all. Or did your ears fail to register that, Dylan?"

The fox nodded incredulously and rolled his eyes. He looked at Amy, then to the leader for a minute.

"Hmm," Dylan muttered. "Maybe we should just take a break. Y'know, set camp and then leave. We'll refresh the supplies. Some of us can smell water nearby, you know?"

"Yeah!" piped up Min, a jackrabbit (and also Amy's best friend). "Are your hunter senses getting rusty, old coyote?! Our throats are freaking dry and sore! Our paws have blisters on them! I can barely feel my own shoulder! Who died and made you the leader?"

With incredible lightning speed, Harry sped up to Min, locked eyes, and gave her a piercing glare. Min glared back. If looks could kill, Amy thought, Harry would be dead. She smiled smugly at the thought.

"You know what I feel? I feel sort of hungry. Hungry enough to eat a rabbit. LIKE YOU!" the coyote snarled brashly. Then he backed down. "You're lucky, though, I see a few tasty bugs down there in the canyon. Okay, let's set up camp and search for supplies."

"Really? I can drink? FINALLY! I was beginning to think about-" a vampire bat said out loud.

"Shut up, Reka," somebody interrupted.

Min rolled her eyes at this, and went to the canyon nearby and looked down.

"Uhh... guys, some of us also can't climb down. We climb up."

The group walked over to the edge of the canyon. Some animals muttered uncertainly. Amy herself wasn't sure if she was brave enough to climb down- or fall down.

Harry chuckled. "I have an idea."

Uh-oh, the rabbit thought. It was usually bad news when Harry had a idea.

---​

The animals stood in a row, facing backwards towards the edge of the canyon. Amy stood between Min and Dylan.

"Are you quite sure this'll work?" Amy whispered.

Harry grinned... although, Amy thought, rather hungrily. "Of course, sweetie. Now, are you all ready?"

"Yes, sir."

Amy sensed a roadrunner tremble next to Min.

"Excellent! Then let's get started! Close your eyes!" Harry howled in delight, and walked towards the creatures.

Then ran.

Then dashed.

Amy peeked through one eye, and got a glimpse of the coyote. With his mouth open and his claws extended.
She shut her eye instantly, bracing herself for what was about to come.

Amy heard a ear-shattering screech that came from one of her friends. It was her favorite and hilarious prairie dog, Dean. That screech was one of the sounds that Amy had never liked coming from him. Now it felt like a living nightmare.

Almost instantaneously, as soon as the band of animals heard the screech, they fell backwards. Her eyes snapped open and saw the world spinning. Who had pulled her down...?

Ah, she thought, it doesn't matter anymore. I'm a dead bunny. When her body hit the ground, she'd shatter into pieces. The lop sighed, closed her eyes, and hoped her death wouldn't be so painful.

After all, this was a common occurrence. Some 'friendly' coyote suggests that your band go out to some paradise, get the creatures half dead, eat them. Yeah, she lived in a world of idiots. Nice work, a bad part of Amy's thought said. Welcome to my world, kiddo.

And then everything went black.

---​

What- a purple stone? Amy reached out in the darkness and pulled out a glowing amethyst stone. What does this have to do with me? I no longer call myself Amethyst. I haven't touched an amethyst for years.

"No, Amy," a soothing voice spoke. "I called you Amethyst because of the shiny purple spots on your neck... ah, it reminded me so of your birthstone."

What? Mama? The lop tried to speak, but no sounds came out of her mouth. Telepathy...? What's going on? Where am I?

A large, dark brown jackrabbit emerged out of the black mist... She stood on the floor, the mist concealing her feet. Her eyes glowed turquoise blue. Her arms were tightly drawn in to her body. And her beautiful, white paws held Amy.

"Sweetie..."

Mama? Amy trembled. This thing looked like her mother, but... the eyes terrified her. She knew it wasn't her long-dead mother just by looking into the eyes. Her eyes held no kindness; it only showed hunger. What are you doing?

"Oh, darling, there's no need to be scared of me. Shall you take a voyage to my beautiful, gorgeous stomach?" the jackrabbit smiled cruelly.

Amy gulped, helpless to move. Her teeth were sharp.

Suddenly, a giant fox slammed into the wannabe Mama. "Mama" fell over and into a vortex. The fox caught Amy before she was dragged down along with... what? A cannibalistic jackrabbit? The lop didn't care. She was going to get eaten by something worse.

"Are... are you okay?!" the fox whispered. Then he shook her body. "Come on, wake up, you're having a bad nightmare."

Nightmare? Amy thought. That meant...

"WAKE UP, ALREADY!" Dylan's voice broke the darkness.

"Aah!" she gasped, surprised by her surroundings. It was foggy! Then she realized that she was still wearing her goggles, so she pulled them off her eyes. It was too bright for her eyes to adjust, so Amy put a paw over the sun and found Dylan wavering over her.

"Thank goodness you're awake! You were thrashing around, saying 'Mama! What are you doing?!' and screaming." The fox muttered under his breath, "I had to cover my ears to keep my hunter's instinct from kicking in..."

Amy cocked her head confusingly. "What?"

"Nothing," Dylan said quickly. "Let's find the others and go home."

The lop got up and nodded. "Okay. At least we'd have a chance of surviving out here if we teamed up."

Chapter Three: The Search
Word Count: 1,357
Amy's POV
"So, what should we do? Spilt up, or team up?" were Amy's next words.

"Hmmmmm... I guess we should spilt up," Dylan replied. "Y'know, just making sure neither one of us carries a dead weight."

"That sounded kind of rude, since you're a herbivorous fox." She folded her arms. "And my kind is usually your species' prey. Are you referring that you'd gobble me up if I wasn't looking?"

The fox flinched. "No, no! No, what I meant was that if we spilt up, we'd cover more ground that way, and maybe possibly find some friends on the way. You worry too much. Besides, I haven't eaten you for four years, and I'm not planning to."

"Okay. What's the plan, Mr. Tomato?"

"Okay. Here's the fork. Over there." Dylan pointed to two tunnels to their left. "I go to the left one, you go righty. If one of us finds someone or something, we return to here, the X." He found a fallen branch, picked it up, and drew a big X on the ground. "If we find another fork, we immediately turn back. Ya don't wanna get lost. If we find food, we gather some of it and report back to X. If water, tell the other where it is. When you find any of these, go back here and wait for the other to return by sunset. Likewise, if you find water and return to X, then wait until sunset. I'm still not there. You search for me. Got it?"

"Uhh... I go righty, you go leftie. Find something, gather some of it, report back. Fork, go back. Get back by sunset. If you're still not back by sunset, I search. All in all, pretty much."

"Whoa, you put that down a lot faster than me. Nice memory, girl." Dylan smiled.

Amy shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I did. Let's go."

---​

Somewhere in a unknown location...

"Hmm..."

"What is it, Karmrel?"

"We work for both good and evil - us color Corbis - right?"

"Yes. What of it?" Narinj raised a eyebrow. "What are you hinting at?"

Karmrel smiled. "Let's say we were to attack one of them while they're out. I'm talking about Amy and Dylan."

"Ohh, I see your logic. Yes, ayo, that is a great idea." Narinj nodded. "We haven't had a good battle in years. But, do you think they are worthy of battling us? We are powerful beings."

"Hmm," Karmrel said. "I will send out an," she whispered, conjuring up a rather large purple python, "Earthling reptile to attack Amy but not kill her- simply inject a little bit of poison, which is slightly painful but weak, into her. Amy will likely try to defeat it or run back to camp. If the reptile bites her, we will know that she is not worthy of battling us. If she defeats it, then she is worthy."

"Good plan," Narinj nodded. "Now all we have to do is wait for the right moment."

The two glowing Corbis turned to look at the orb- the orb that showed Amy venturing ahead in the canyon.

---​

"Min? Min, dude-ette, come out. It's just your buddy Amy. I won't hurt ya," Amy whispered into a hole. Nothing but an echo called back. She pulled back her head and hopped further. So far, she'd found a bull's skull, one little cave (which Amy thought was probably filled with rattlesnakes), some dead grass growing on a ledge, and nothing else. At least the bull's horn that she'd snapped off its skull would come in handy later.

She was lucky she hadn't run into a fight... yet.

"Oh, man," Amy sighed. "I wish there were some water. It's so darned hot."

Snap.

"What was that?" The rabbit turned around. She began to clench her fists. Her long ears listened for any other sounds.

Silence.

Oh, well. That was probably some snake or something. Amy turned back and kept walking. Suddenly she stepped into something... wet. She looked down. It was water! She suddenly jumped back and unconsciously began gulping down the cool water until she realized she had to turn back and tell Dylan about this water hole.

Amy noted the odd size and shape of the drinking water. It was about a square yard big, and it resembled the shape of... a half circle with horns?...

Even more strangely, it hadn't been there before she heard the snap. Still, it was water, and she knew the drill: find water, report back. But then again, she felt so close to finding Min.

I suppose I could go a few more steps...

And then she heard a rumbling, hungry hiss and looked behind her in horror. A huge, purple python rose up, its dark tongue flickering and its fangs dripping with venom. Its pupils were locked on Amy.

"Yow!" the rabbit yelped, and hesitated a moment too long. The serpent took hold of her with its long body, and prepared to bite her. Amy's vision wavered. She could hear her heart's loud thumping.

This is it, she thought. I'm a dead bunny. It's over.

Suddenly, she felt a titanic burst of energy, and got out of the serpent's grip, started hitting the snake's eyes, and with both paws brought down her bull's horn on its forehead. The serpent lay down with a dying hiss.

What? How'd I do that? Amy thought. Then she moaned out of pain. Her legs hurt from hopping around. So did her chest. The rabbit doubled over and emitted a quick, sharp yelp.

The last thing she heard was a scream that might've been hers.

---​

Something cold brushed her leg. Amy began to regain consciousness.

"Poor thing," a voice whispered. "Passed out after fighting that monster. I feel sorry for her..."

Who is it? Amy tried to talk, but all that came out of her mouth was a low whimper. She blinked. The creature speaking was mending to her ankle. He... looked like an albino raccoon? Or something?

"Oh, man! She's awake! Better hide, Ryu..." he appeared to be talking to himself.

"N-no." Amy reached out with her weak paw. "W-wait, don't leave me a-alone..."

No! I c-can't... she thought. ... lose c-consciousness again...

Her mind didn't obey, and the view faded away again.

Suddenly, it was morning. The rabbit, baffled, tried to stand up, only to fall down due to her twisted ankle. Amy groaned. Something in the background moved.

"Amy?" A figure stood up. "Amy, you alright?"

Amy looked at the shadow. Its face was... kind of askew, or maybe blurred. She couldn't tell which one it was. But one thing was clear: this thing was not from around here. It looked like a luminous, purplish ghost with some sort of horn extending from its head and down its back. Its eyes glowed completely white.

"Amy, are you okay?" it repeated. "That must have been easy for you."

"Wh...what are you talking about? Where am I?"

The being flickered briefly, then twisted its (tail?) around, as if vaguely amused. "The fight. You made it look easy. And, you are still in the canyon, sleeping."

Amy folded her arms. "What? So this is a dream? Well, I wanna wake up. You're creeping me out."

"Naturally," it sighed. "But sadly, I will not permit you to leave... not unless we have a little chat about the battle with the Earthling serpent. How did you defeat it using only your bare paws? Where did you receive your source of energy?"

"I don't know! All I know is that I suddenly got a burst of energy, and then I went wild on it. Now answer my questions," the rabbit growled. "Who the heck are you? How'd you know about that fight? And did you send it here?"

"My name is Karmrel, and I've been watching you," it autonomically answered. "As for that last question... yes, I did. Any more questions before I wake you up?"

"Why'd you do it? Why?" Amy demanded.

She heard a chuckle from Karmrel. "To test you. To see if you were worthy of a match."

A match...? Amy whispered before she fell.

Chapter Four: The Final Straw
Word Count: 1,416
Dylan's POV
"Amy?..." the question echoed throughout the cracks in the walls of the valley. "Anyone there?"

Dylan was sick of everyone betraying each other. First, her parents, then her friends. The severe drought had struck desperation into everybody. Food was scarce, but he still didn't care- he was just glad he had actual friends, unlike his parents and brother. They'd went and disowned him when he was just ten fox-years old, after they found he'd made friends with Dean the prairie dog, which he should've ate upon meeting. Then, one afternoon, in the rain, his own brother, Erie, had bitten half of his right ear off. Dylan was fed up with all of this; all the treachery.

This was the last straw.

"Amy!" he shouted sternly. "...hmph. I should've known better than to trust a 'friend'. Too many of them... all betrayed me..."

"Dylan! Why'd you say that?" a high-pitched voice barked.

The fox turned around. "Reka? I didn't expect you to be here."

"Well! You should know better." The bat glided down and hovered to meet Dylan's eyes. "Six years as a vegetarian, and yet you don't trust your peers too much. What's the matter? Hunger of blood gotten to you yet?"

"Shut up, please. My friends may turn back on me, but I won't eat them," Dylan shook his head. "Anger may make me explode, but I won't let it blind me."

Reka chuckled and sat down. "Still staying vegetarian, eh? By the way, I haven't been able to snag any snakes yet. Can you fetch one for me?"

"Fine. Come with me," he said. "I'm still not killing it, though."

The bat chuckled. "Thank you, buddy." He glided over to Dylan's back and started snoring.

"Heh," Dylan chuckled. "Nocturnal creatures. They live in the definition of fear itself, and yet they won't go out into the wonderful daylight. I don't know what they were doing."

---​

The bat looked around the canyon. No signs of any living being, other than Dylan. He was beginning to get impatient and tired. This was the best view anyone could have: a bird-eye's view. Or a bat-eye's view, to be precise. Reka scanned the land again.

Big crack. Nothing.

Huge, prehistoric skull of a dinosaur. Nothing.

A fallen, dead tree near a tunnel. Nothing except for a small, brown jackrabbit lying down on it and a drinking hole next to it.

A orange leaf drifting through the air. Nothing.

...wait. A brown jackrabbit? Could it be? Reka quickly looked back at the dead tree again. There she was. Amy.

"Reka, seen anything yet?" Dylan called from below.

The bat shuddered with excitement. "Oh, oh, yes! I saw somebody lying there, unconscious, on a dead tree! It was a jackrabbit! She might be Amy!"

"What?! You sure?"

"Totally as sure as I could be, vulpine mammal! One-hundred percent sure!" Reka screamed. "Come on, follow me!" And with that, he hastily flew down to lead Dylan. For such a big canyon, it was surprisingly easy to locate their friend.

After a minute of running, Dylan stepped in something wet and slipped. "What the...!"

"We're here! We're here! We found her, dude!" His batty friend was dancing with joy.

"Really?" The fox got up, shook off the mud in his fur, and walked over to the rabbit. It was truly Amy, but she looked hurt. There was a long gash on her ankle. It looked pretty bad. Dylan gently poked her foot. It felt wet, maybe because she'd stepped into the drinking hole.

He looked at the hole. Water? What was water doing in the middle of nowhere? Although, he had to admit, he was thirsty. He immediately jumped over to it and began drinking.

Reka folded his wings. I don't like the sun. He turned around, looking for something that might be suspicious. Suddenly, his eyes caught the sight of somebody dashing behind the tree, peeking out at them.

"Hey, buddy, I think someone's spying on us," he whispered to Dylan.

Dylan lifted his head up from the water. "Hm?"

Something in the tree flinched, and fell out of the hole.

The fox snarled.

The creature looked like a sort of an albino raccoon; but also sort of like a mythical animal. He looked sort of odd. For one thing, his mask was blue, not black. For another, he had blue ears and legs. But the most strange thing was that he had turquoise spikes on his head, neck, and tail. They glistened in the sunlight.

"No!" he yelped, hiding his face under his paws. "No, don't eat me! I-I swear, I'm not spying on you! I was just trying to protect her!"

"Protect Amy? Weren't you just about to eat her, omnivore?" Reka hissed.

"All right! All right! Eat me, don't eat her! Just spare her!" the raccoon begged.

"Eat you?" Dylan snickered. "I would never. I'm a vegetarian. And that rabbit happens to be one of my friends."

"But who are you?" Reka muttered under his breath. Even so, apparently, the raccoon had sharp hearing, because his ear twitched.

"Oh? My name is Ryu. And you are...?" He looked at the vampire bat.

"None of your business, but it's Reka. And this here is Dylan."

"Hm? Reka? Interesting name," Ryu commented. "So, you say you're this girl's friends, eh? You two sure you're not just setting me up to be your dinner?"

Dylan groaned. "Ugh. I hate that stereotype."

"Fair enough. I trust you... for now." The creature folded its arms, and began to walk back into the tree hole. "And oh, I found Amy here lying on the ground, near this log last night."

"What happened to her?"

Ryu shrugged. "I think she passed out fighting a huge, purple serpent. Your girlfriend must have some incredible instincts or something."

"She's just a friend of mine," Dylan scoffed.

Reka snickered.

"So..." The fox sat down. "Wait, don't leave. We need to talk."

Ryu stopped and turned around. "Lost, aren't you?"

Dylan nodded. "There were about ten of us. We followed a coyote to find better homes, and he ate one of us, then we fell and found ourselves in this place."

"I ran off after the fall to search for the others. They had disappeared - all of them - after I woke up. And then I found Dylan here," added Reka.

"Common scenario 'round these parts," Ryu confirmed. "It happens a lot. Coyotes roam around nearby. And as for your buddies... well, I'm afraid that they might have been eaten."

The bat rolled his eyes. "How do you escape them?"

"I don't," he said. "I take them down and leave the pitiful things for vultures to eat. I care nothing of coyotes."

"Thank you," Dylan yawned.

Ryu looked at Amy, then to the sky. "Getting late, isn't it? And you don't want to be left in the dark... do you?"

They both shook their heads.

"Thought so. Come in, and don't mess up anything."

---​

Somewhere in a unknown location...

Narinj smiled. Everything was going exactly as they had planned. Soon, it would be time to have a showdown with these people and leave them exhausted. Then Karmrel would knock them out and, while they were unconscious, take them to Voltian. Whatever horrible things the man would do to them, Narinj wouldn't care. He was perfectly content with his habit of going around doing a good deed, then committing a heinous crime in front of an audience.

His plan was to act friendly and helpful to the team, and then betray them. For the creatures would soon see, Narinj would not be as helpful as he seemed. This was what he loved doing.

So which animal should I take up the form of? he asked himself. A majestic dragon? A gorgeous pegasus? A cute squirrel?

Karmel came into the office. "What are you thinking about, brother?"

"Ah, merely of the plan. I was recently thinking about what we should take the form of."

"That's easy. Serpents."

"Fine, if that is your choice," Narinj said. "Then I will be a water dragon. When the time comes, I shall morph into a Hydra. They will never figure out how to kill me. It may hurt cutting off my nine heads, but you do know the story - right?"

His sister nodded. "If they cut off one head, two more grows in its place."

"That is just precisely what I want them to do... to veer themselves into a corner."

Chapter Five: The Process
Word Count: 1,666 (I hope this doesn't kill me. Please spare me, lord of hell)
Ryu's POV
Well, he never thought he'd do it, but he'd actually invited a group of strangers into his home. Ryu could only hope this wasn't just a scheme to eat him and that rabbit, whom they called 'Amy'. But then again, the fox, Dylan, had assured him that he was a vegetarian. Ryu hoped he was telling the truth.

"Um, this wasn't really necessary, you know? Foxes dig their own homes in the ground," Dylan said.

"Oh, bad idea," the Corbi said as he pulled in a wooden circle to close the hole. "This thing is to keep out scorpions and other dangerous predators. Scorpions live underground, too, so digging in there would be suicide."

"...oh." He seemed to think about something for a moment, then almost screamed. "Amy! We forgot her!"

Ryu sighed, and pushed back the closing. "Make it quick, and be gentle."

Dylan nodded, and ran outside. A few minutes later, he came back, carrying the rabbit on his back. Ryu then pulled the circle back into the hole again.

"Alright, where do I put Amy?"

"I'll show you." he motioned for the trio to follow him. He came to a hallway with more holes, and picked out the larger holes for the fox and bat. "And... here's Amy's room." He pointed to a medium-sized one on their left.

"But..."

"Psh, all of these holes are small enough for me to crawl in with a even smaller thing. I'll place Amy on her bed, I can assure you that."

"Fine," Dylan admitted, and hesitantly gave Amy to Ryu.

Ryu put the rabbit on his back, and crawled into the room. It wasn't too small, nor too big for Amy. And a bed of leaves was already set up in case a visitor needed to sleep in. He put Amy onto the bed, and returned back to the hallway. It seemed like Dylan and - what did the bat call himself? - Reka had already settled in for the night. Good. Ryu came to the end of the hallway and pushed the door open. He then closed it coming into his room, and curled up to sleep.

---​

Lightning shook the earth. A chasm had opened up, flooding with water from the massive storm. Ryu was at the edge of it, right in front of his master and his sister.

"Wh-what?!"

"This is it! You can't follow even the simplest of orders! You will die, no matter what it takes!" the orange one shouted.

"What've happened to you? You-you've gone crazy! Is this some sort of test, master?!"

Master Narinj slapped him. "NO! You were my slave! You were supposed to kill one of your friends! You deliberately disobeyed me, tsarra! You will pay for this with your death!"

Ryu nearly fell off into the flooded chasm. "No, master! Y-you know we Corbis can die, but we get another life! D-don't make me suffer for something you did!"

The two Color Corbis hissed, their red eyes glowing. He realized that if he could escape from them, they would still be hot on his tail. They... they had...

They had gone completely insane.

Narinj's sister, Karmrel, turned her arms into a fan and blew Ryu backwards. He almost fell to his watery grave, but remembered that he was a Water Corbi, and molded the water into his giant arms and claws. He then grabbed Karmrel and Narinj, and began choking them.

"No! You-you were supposed to have amnesia! I... I thought..."

Ryu smiled. "Think again, master. I haven't forgotten my powers."

"...gaaaah!" Karmrel sent out a venomous cloud of gas, and his right hand was disabled. Ryu staggered, clutched his arm, and dropped the siblings. He dove into the water, and hid himself by taking the form of liquid water. Unfortunately, he was washed into a dying tree's hole, and was knocked unconscious.

Narinj fumed. "Ryu, you may have ran away from us, but you cannot hide, tsarra. We will find you, and you will suffer for your treachery!" he roared.

Ryu moaned, and his view faded away. Then he woke up.

"AAAAAAH!" he screamed, drenched in sweat. "Oh, god. Not that dream again... oh, no. This is really bad." He shivered.

"Well..." Ryu took a deep breath. "...I should probably go outside to clear my mind, and then go back to sleep. It seems like we'll have a long day ahead of us."

He pushed away the door, and walked outside. He sat on a rock, and sighed. Why? Why, of all the things? Why did he have that dream? It usually meant danger was coming. Was something coming for him? Or...?

He heard somebody else come out and turned around. It was that rabbit.

"Uhh... was I bothering you?" she asked.

"No, not at all. I just came out here to clear my mind," Ryu replied. "By the way, what's your name? I've been wondering for a while."

"It's Amy. Who did you say you were? Ryu-something?"

"Just Ryu, please."

"Ryu... uh, thanks for taking care of me. But can I just ask, where exactly am I?" Amy said.

"You're at my temporary den," Ryu answered. "Now, rest up. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day, kiddo."

Amy nodded. She hopped over to the drinking hole, took a sip, then hopped back into the den.

Well, my mind's cleared up. I guess I'll go.

---​

Ryu woke up to discover that all the others were gone. He walked outside only to find that they were sitting on a tall rock formation just a few minutes' walk away. When he caught up with them, Dylan thanked him for taking care of Amy, and told him to come up and join them in watching the sunrise. Ryu felt relieved that this trio was friendly. He looked around... how could he have missed the beautiful sunrise? The stars twinkled still so above the sun. The sky was... a sort of soft blend between red and blue. Everything seemed so... peaceful. Ryu wasn't used to the feeling, but he liked it. He smiled.

"Enjoying the sunrise, Ryu?" Reka asked.

"Definitely."

Amy nodded. "You're lucky you get to see this every morning."

"Actually..." Ryu laughed nervously. "I never knew this sight could be possible here. I never saw it before."

"Seriously?" Dylan made a face.

"Yeah. And you guys... you just climbed right up here and got a perfect view?"

Reka whistled. "Yeah, Amy's got a pretty good imagination there."

Amy shrugged and bent her ears. "Guilty."

They continued to watch. Until, at last, the sun no longer touched the horizon. It was day now. Dawns and dusks were always beautiful and short, although it seemed longer to Ryu. The others began to get up and climb down.

Dylan was the first to touch the ground, only because he fell down before Reka flew down. He was unharmed, however.

"Hey, come on, dudes. I'll catch you if you fall." He looked at Ryu, who was still gazing at the horizon. "Hey, Ryu, the sunrise's over. Time to stop blinding your own eyes."

Reka and Amy laughed. But then an unfamiliar voice also cackled.

"Uh... who was that?" Amy whispered.

A chill went down Reka's back, and he turned around. A claw raked through his heart, and he froze for a moment, then clattered to the ground, his eyes unblinking. Dylan flinched.

"Run!" Ryu hollered, and tackled Amy, then sprouted white wings and fled. Dylan below immediately dashed away as fast as he could. The being was right on his tail.

Amy let out a shrill, fierce hiss and threw a horn at the orange figure.

It hit its target.

"Stop," she said. Ryu did and turned around.

Dylan poked at the creature. It used to be some sort of big, orange bug, but now it just looked like a orange blob. It let out a low hum when poked. For a moment, it looked dead.

Then it began moving. Several talons rose out of its skin.

They moved so fast, Ryu only saw a blur above him before he dropped Amy and blacked out.

~~~​

Huh? Ryu's vision cleared up when he woke up... well, not so much. Everything around him looked green. And sort of what their reflections in the water would have looked like. His joints ached slightly as though as his body hadn't moved for a while, and he had goosebumps. The air around him was heavily humid and cool. He shivered constantly. His first instinct was telling him to run. He didn't belong here.

Ryu tried to move, but something stopped him. The air around him... it wasn't air at all. It was some type of ambiguous fluid. It slowed him down. He tried again, this time with a little more strength.

He moved, but as soon as he did, something tugged on to his elbow. The Water Corbi raised his arm and saw a needle struck into it. He recoiled. A human-made object. Oh, no. This was really, really bad. Ryu slammed his fists onto the glass to get out.

It cracked.

He attacked it some more.

It shattered, and the green fluid around him spurted out everywhere, along with Ryu.

"Ack..." he coughed, and threw up some of the stuff that had been in the vat. Or whatever it was supposed to be. He regained some of his strength, and struggled to get up. After that, he pulled out the needle in his arm and looked back at the vat. It looked totaled. Good. Ryu liked it that way. He then studied his surroundings. A block in the right corner overflowing with little white, flat squares. On his left was a door. Ryu went over to it, poked it with his tail to make sure it was stable, then pushed it open.

Behind it laid a dark, empty room. Ryu peered slightly harder to get a better view. A shadow looked back at him, then, with lightning speed, sprinted towards Ryu. He screamed in terror.

Chapter Six: The Unexpected Happens
Word Count: 1,397
Ryu's POV
"Let go of me, you filthy, lazy, meddlesome - !" Ryu snapped and hissed at the human that had picked him up and tied him up with - what'd they call it? - ropes. He tried to cut them with his teeth, but somehow these ones were made to resist anything.

"Well, well, look who's up, Ryu. Nice tactic you used there for breaking out of that vat," the human said.

Ryu looked up at the ugly man, disgruntled. "How do you know my name? And who are you?"

"A little birdie told me you three would assist me in ridding this world of a horrible creation. My name is Lord Voltian."

"Go away, ugly human," he hissed. "We have no desire of helping a terrible scientist."

Voltian fiddled with a little piece of metal. "Oh, call me terrible, eh? Yes, I am terrible indeed. I'm so sorry for abusing your kind. I will stop... only if you help me defeat Experiment Z9." He lifted up Ryu's chin.

"What the heck does this Z9 do to people anyways?" Ryu asked, pulling away his head from his fingers.

"It's killed thousands of people. And millions of innocent creatures. It is, in every way, evil."

Ryu growled. "Oy, then kill it yourself if you created that thing."

Voltian turned around. "Eh? Is that one of your friends?"

Dylan was standing in the doorway, his fur wet and his teeth bared.

"I've had enough of this madness!" Ryu shouted, then burst into water particles and escaped the ropes. He then transformed into an even darker and larger form. His back sprouted stormy wings. His tail grew longer, his blue spikes protruding out. Ryu's claws extended sharply. His sight was suddenly in high-definition quality. Ryu turned his head to look at Voltian very, very slowly and prepared to pounce.

"N-no! Wait! Wait!!" Those were the last words Voltian said before his heart stopped beating. Ryu rolled his eyes, bid goodbye to him, and threw his limp body at the wooden block filled with white squares. He then looked back at Dylan.

The fox was trembling with fear. "H-how did y-you do that?"

Ryu shrugged. "It's just one of the benefits of being a Water Corbi."

"A Corgi-what?"

"Nevermind. Let's go find Amy before unpleasant things begin to happen," Ryu said, and walked out the door with Dylan following him. He saw the same room with the vat he'd broken out of. But there was now one additional detail- a hallway had appeared behind that vat. Ryu used his powers to lift all the broken glass up and out of the way, then motioned for Dylan to follow and ventured into the dark hallway. They arrived to a room with yet another vat. However, there was something odd about this one.

"Wait..." Dylan whispered, "...why is it overflowing with reddish foam? Where's Amy?"

Ryu stood up on two legs. "I have no idea. I don't think Amy's in that one, though. It's too big..."

Suddenly, they heard a loud thud. The glass was on the floor, shattered into pieces. A person stepped out, but it wasn't like any other creature they'd ever seen. It had the head, arms and the body of a gigantic praying mantis, the legs of a lion, with the tentacles of an octopus as his many tails. And it definitely didn't seem friendly.

Before Ryu could question or attack it, he noticed something lying in its arms. It was...

"Amy!" Dylan shouted. He immediately lunged at it, but its armor was too strong. He fell off and ran back. "Ryu, how do we defeat it?"

The Water Corbi looked at the label on what was left of the vat. "It says... Experiment Z9."

"That isn't exactly helping!"

Ryu sighed. "Look, attacking Z9 first won't get us anywhere. In fact, it seems... kind of sleepy."

Suddenly, Z9's eyes opened wide. They were completely blue, and they locked on Dylan. Enraged for some unknown reason, it roared and attacked him.

"Nevermind."

The Corbi slapped off the attack and enveloped it in water, then using the currents, he pushed Amy out of the bubble. He could feel the strain on his physical strength, however. "H-hurry up and get Amy out of this damned thing... I can't hold it much longer..."

Dylan nodded, picked up Amy carefully using his mouth as a grip, and broke out a window.

After one minute and a half, Ryu fainted, and the building exploded with water.

~~~

Ryu shivered upon waking. He got up, and looked around.

"Where... where am I?"

The land around him was blanketed in layers of purplish snow. The air was humid and foggy, despite the coldness and oddness of this place. No... it wasn't cold at all. The temperature seemed to change from cool to warm. It must've been the breezes that came along every once in a while. The sky changed, too, in color - orange, purple, brown, blue, red. There were moving stripes all around the atmosphere; almost like the Aurora Borealis, but... different, somehow. Almost as if these things were supposed to represent something - or someone.

This place didn't seem familiar. Ryu had traversed almost every biome; mountains, deserts, plains, beaches, you name it. But he'd never before encountered a tundra. This... this was so alien. He put a paw up to the bright sun. The landscape around him quickly transformed.

"...what!?!" Ryu wailed. The aurora in the skies weren't just moving stripes; they had now turned into shadows of people fighting each other. The snow cleared up, and it began to rain. He ran towards the creatures. Then he saw his friends Dylan and Amy trying to fight off... oh my god. He immediately backed away.

These purple and orange forms were his sworn enemies, Karmrel and Narinj.

"...aw, man. I thought it'd be somebody else." He frowned and pondered out a way to deter them from Dylan and Amy for a while. Maybe he could fight them off or something. Then Ryu remembered something from his nightmare...

"What've happened to you? You-you've gone crazy! Is this some sort of test, master?!"

"NO! You were my slave! You were supposed to kill one of your friends! You deliberately disobeyed me,
tsarra! You will pay for this with your death!"

"No, master! Y-you know we Corbis can die, but we get another life! D-don't make me suffer for something you did!"


"Y-you know we Corbis can die, but we get another life!"

Another life.

Of course. Why hadn't he thought of it?

---​

(The part of view shifts from Ryu's to Dylan's.)

"Surprise!" the orange figure shouted.

Dylan snapped. "Shuddup with that stuff! Where the heck did you come from?!"

"Ha. Mere vegetarian fox, I come from a distant land of which I am forbidden to mention. My name is Narinj, and I'm here to help you get back safely to your home."

He studied the creature. He looked like a giant, orange Gila monster. "It is unlikely you have any intent to help us," Dylan growled. "You look too much like the one who knocked us out and sold us out to that mad scientist. Get out of my sight."

Narinj gasped. "Oh! Mercy! Don't eat me!"

"Then why aren't you running away?"

The being grinned deviously at him, and Dylan realized that his smile looked, strangely enough, very much like his brother's way back when he'd attacked him. He backed away, trying to keep Amy on his back, and mouthed something that he'd said to his brother in that fight:

"You aren't an angel for following your patterns. You're a demon for using me as your punchbag."

Narinj cackled, and eight other heads sprouted from his neck.

I saw this coming, Dylan thought. He took a deep breath, and braced himself.

Suddenly, a feminine, purple humanoid came out of nowhere and seized Narinj with four arms, trying to choke him.

"I should've done this a long time ago, you undeserving fool. You're not my brother - just the shell of what used to be!" she roared with rage.

"Sister! Isn't there a small part of you in there somewhere that still trusts me?!"

"Trust a remorseless killer who feeds off others' suffering? As if!" she hissed and stabbed Narinj in the heart. The demon dissolved into orange vapor.

Amy yawned, and blinked sleepily. "Hm? What'd I miss?"

Chapter Seven: The Ripples in the Water
Word Count: 1,135
After the creature introduced herself as Karmrel to Amy and Dylan, she guided them out of the treacherous canyon and to somewhere else; a paradise that the Purple Corbi assured them was almost perfect.

"So, where's Ryu now?" Amy asked.

Karmrel sighed. "I don't know, chagar. But what I do know is that he's in another life now. All Corbis get another chance at redemption, regardless of what they were before they died. But -" She sniffled.

"What?"

"...well, even though he still lives, I'm afraid he's no longer himself, or even a Corbi anymore. He won't remember you. That's the curse of a fallen Corbi. At least his suffering has stopped... for now, at least."

Dylan paused. "Wait. You mean to tell me that Ryu's dead? What happened to him?"

Karmrel shifted on her steps nervously. "It's a long story. If I told you the short version of it, you wouldn't like it."

"Tell us anyways," Amy said.

"All right. Let's stop over there near the cacti and sit down for awhile. It's story time."

---

Flashback (Karmrel's Point Of View)

I was only eleven Corbi-years old when it happened.

I had been walking through this very desert, searching for my brother. Of course, I mean this happened before he became possessed by an abject demon. I was extremely dehydrated and tired. But when I fell, I landed in something wet: water. This woke me up, and I drank it all. After I finished, I got up and started walking back home. And then I bumped into someone, who had appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey! Where're you going?"

(Amy interrupts me: "Wait, what story are you telling us?")

("I'm telling you the story of how Narinj and me met Ryu," I reply.)

("Oh. Carry on.")

Anyways, yes, this is when Ryu comes in this story. At first, I looked upon him like he was something strange, until I found out that he could summon water anytime he wanted to. We became fast friends, and he guided me back home.

But something had changed, and Ryu could sense it.

"Er, Karm, you sure we should enter?"

"Of course, my brother's waiting for me."

I came in, not knowing that my brother was no longer there. Well, he was physically there, but he had been possessed by a demon, like I mentioned earlier.

"Narinj? Hello-o-o-o?"

I saw him sitting on a log, staring at something. Then he slowly turned around towards us and hypnotized me. Ryu, struck by fear, fled. We ran after him, and we were on his tail. Then it began to rain.

I can't quite recall the words we said to him when we cornered him at the same canyon you two fell in, but I'm pretty sure they were harsh.

(I begin to cry.)

And now, several Corbi-years later, just after Narinj pounced on you, Ryu came to me.

"Karm! Stop it! He's using you... you can feel it, can't you?!"

I killed him, but that was when I finally came out of my hypnotized state. Realizing what I had done, I went off to dismiss this wretched demon that had made me do horrible things from the world.

(Flashback's end)

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"I'm... I'm so sorry. I don't deserve to live. But at least the evil Narinj's gone. For now," Karmrel cried.

Dylan looked at her uncertainly. "You killed him?"

"Yes."

"But it's your brother's fault?"

"Yeah."

Amy hopped up to the crying Corbi and hugged her to comfort her. "Don't worry, Karmrel. It's just karma."

Karmrel sniffled. "Karma? I don't understand."

Dylan elbowed Amy. "C'mon. I think she needs some alone time."

The rabbit shrugged. "Okay. There's a pool of water over there. I think it's safe to drink from." She hopped over to the pool, and glanced at her reflection.

The fox followed her and looked at it. "Huh. The stars are brighter than before."

"Yeah. Maybe it's a sign that Karmrel has done the right thing."

Dylan frowned. "How so...?"

"Think about it. Karmrel said that Ryu was scared of them. But why would Ryu come to Karmrel, knowing he'd die anyways?" Amy asked. "Why?"

He shrugged.

"Maybe it was because he knew he couldn't keep dodging fate. His death was inevitable, and he must've deduced that somehow it would stop people from suffering if he died. Remember his last words?"

'Karm! Stop it! He's using you... you can feel it, can't you?!' she imitated Ryu's voice. Amy then looked at Dylan and whispered a question: "It was for the greater good, wasn't it, Dylan?"

Dylan nodded.

"Would you have done the same thing if you knew it would benefit others?"

"Maybe," he hesitantly said. "Yes."

Silence slowly crept into the moment, and they both lay on the ground, perhaps thinking, or dreaming up a tale of Ryu the Water Corbi who had gone through so much, mending Amy's gash, forgotten scars, and died a hero for the greater good of the world. Yes, he would no longer remember Amy or Dylan or Reka or anybody else in his second life, but still they would speak of him to the others when they arrived at the place Karmrel was talking about. They were just about to fall asleep when Karmrel interrupted the quietness.

"I-I'm okay now. Are you going to leave, or will you follow me?" she said.

Amy and Dylan looked at each other, then at Karmrel. "We'll follow you, Karm," they both replied.

She smiled and lay down. "Good. We'll leave in the morning. In the meantime, you should probably go to sleep. We've got a long day ahead of us."

Dylan immediately fell asleep after the last word. Amy kept staring at the pool.

"Can't sleep, Amy?"

She shook her head. "I just can't stop thinking about Ryu... and how he died for the greater good..."

"Hm." Karmrel sat up, and picked up a stone. She then threw it at the water. "Sometimes when I can't sleep, I throw rocks into water. When the ripples calm, I fall asleep."

"Ah." Amy looked at the ripples. They made the stars' reflections look oval instead of circular. She then looked up. The deep-bluish sky was dotted with countless stars, which the rabbit had learned that weren't just holes in a giant cover. These were far, far away, and sometimes, when Amy saw a shooting star, she knew that it would be peaceful tonight. No coyotes. No predators. No worries. Tonight she glimpsed one. It lit up the sky momentarily, and then left the atmosphere. The skies were lucid.

"Ryu, you've given us a more peaceful Earth to live on. I don't know where I would be if you hadn't been there for me," Amy whispered.

The ripples in the waters calmed, and the girls fell asleep.

~~~

Also, fun fact. Whee. (This isn't part of the story.)

Last night, I had a dream that Karmrel snapped out of her hypnosis and fought Narinj, his brother, on a skyscraper. Each time either one of them fell off, they lost a life and respawned on a floor. And then Narinj fell into hot water, and the dressing room that Karmrel respawned in was flooded with water. That's when I woke up.

It was a rather strange dream, but I'm glad I had it. It inspired me to hurry and finish this before I ran into another writer's block. :D
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

I think I'm done with my story, so I'm going to do a final read through tomorrow and than put it up.
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

Time Changers

Before You Begin...
-1091 words-
Introductions come first, right? Well, to be honest, I’m not much of a talker. I talk, don’t get me wrong, but I tend to have very little patience when it comes to people. Friends, on the other hand, tend to be too troublesome to keep around.

My name is Brandon and I’m sixteen. My family is small, but I do have a sibling. A younger brother named Brian who’s fourteen. The two of us get along pretty well when you compare our relationship to other siblings. At least, we don’t fight very often. Argue? Yes. But fighting isn’t really our style.

Brian is a smaller kid with glasses that he is constantly cleaning them. I guess if I had to wear glasses I would want them to be clean, but I don’t think I would clean them as often as he does.

I’m not a shrimp like Brian. In fact, we don’t look much alike at all considering I’m adopted. I have the build of someone usually classified as a “jock” which contradicts Brian’s “nerd” look.

We work on a lot of projects together since we’re both aiming to become researchers when we grow up. These projects usually involve that fact that I have always enjoyed inventing things, especially new machines.

My mom used to complain a lot when I was little because I was constantly covered in grease and oil. Brian was usually working on things like wiring or computer related sciences instead so he wasn’t yelled at as often.

We actually make a great team since we balance each other out.

Currently we are finishing our biggest project ever.

“How’s it coming?” I asked entering the part of our basement that we use as a lab.

Brian had been lying under the machine’s platform but quickly came out when he heard my voice. “Almost done,” he replied, “The wiring just needs some last second adjustments and everything should work out if your calculations are correct.”

“Of course my calculations are right. Hurry and finish this up,” I called to him as I walked over to the computer hub.

The project we were working on was huge. We were actually inventing a Time Machine that people could use. Many inventors have tried to do what we’re doing, but because time has always been a controversial subject no one has been able to succeed.

“Done!”

“Good.”

“How are we going to test it?” Brian asked as he walked over to where I was standing. “Future or past?” The only thing left for us to do was insert the time we would like to travel too.

“Which question would you like me to answer first,” I asked him, only for him to shrug in response. “If we have enough faith it will work we can test it ourselves and see the future?”

“It will work,” Brian stated proudly. I wish I was as confident in the time machine as my brother seemed to be. Although there wasn’t any more left for us to do and it hadn’t failed yet… that was a good sign, right?

“Get on the platform, I will go ahead and set the time.”

I quickly adjusted the time to a date in the future before stepping on to the platform beside my brother. The lights flashed around us and the view of our lab slowly changed into a swirl of colors.

I had to shut my eyes, because my brain couldn't compute what it was seeing and was giving me a massive headache. It felt like everything was spinning… and then it slowed to a stop. We stood there; the two of us, alone, in a field of destruction. Everything had been completely destroyed.

“What do you think happened here?” Brian asked from his spot next to me. I shuttered as the one thing it could be came to my mind. How could people have reached such a low level?

“Nuclear war,” I spat.

Brian began to polish his glasses once again. “This is just one of many possible futures,” he offered as an explanation and reason to remain calm.

I nodded, holding up the small return device we had created. “Time to go back?”

Brian agreed and we pressed a button to send us home. As the world spun around me I had already made up my mind. Even if this was just a possible future, I would not allow this to happen. I needed to fix this. I was going to change the past that had brought people to such a desperate point.

That was my decision and I explained it to my brother. We had our first real fight. He believed that we should do as much as we could in our lives now to change the future. That the past was the past and changing it could only make things worse, but I knew the truth.

I can make this all better.

I left my time later that day and set up a base of operation in the arctic. I would stay here until my mission was over after that I could return to the time I had left with the satisfaction that the world wouldn't have such a horrified future.

Brian hadn't agreed with me on this though, so I was going to need a new team to help me change time. People like me who believed life can be better. I decided that taking people when they still had a life to live was wrong, so I picked teammates based on the following criteria:

1. They had to have a desire to change time, have a better life, or create a better future
2. They had to have some sort of skill that could help with achieving my goal
3. They had to have “died” in a way that I could pull them out of time right before their death and no one would be too suspicious.

And that is how it all began. I am creating a team: The Time Changers. If you believe in my cause then join and continue reading, but I bet you anything Brian is going to try and stop me. If you believe that Brian is right… then don’t read my story, read someone else’s.

Although, I want to clear up one more thing before we begin: This is not a story. This is actually happening. You have to make a decision and live with the consequences of your choice… Can you accept that? I will accept my consequences if it means creating a better world.

Stage One) Twins
-1678 words-
“From now on bottled glue is banned from this room,” I mumbled in annoyance as I saw the mess my newest recruit had managed to get herself into. My lab, my computer room, was my favorite spot in the HQ and somehow this girl had a talent in turning it into a mess. Currently, she not only had multiple wires and other gadgets stuck to her hand, but she had managed to glue herself to the floor as well. “How did you even do that to yourself?”

She called herself Sunshine even though her name was Becky Philips and she laughed at my question before trying to answer seriously, but her ‘serious’ was far from anyone else’s definition of the word.

“I put glue on my back in an attempt to stick myself onto the wall! So that I could see how long I would be stuck before gravity would rip me off, but when I jumped I forgot the glue was on my back so I just hit the wall really hard and landed on the floor, on my back. And now, well, the glue got me stuck!”

This girl was ridiculous. Why did I bother to keep her around? Well, to be honest because she was the first person I pulled out of time that agreed to stick with my goals and tag along. Although, I do feel that she is nowhere near as serious as I am about changing time. She seems to be more in it for the fun.

I am creating a team called the Time Changers and I need a wide range of skilled people to help with my mission. I pulled out the girl who was stuck on my floor because she was great with explosives. The amount of explosives she keeps on her person at all times was even enough to bother me out and I am not easily disturbed.

“Whatcha’ doin?” she asked from the floor in a singsong voice as she attempted to sit up, but failed.

“I am trying to find another person to join the team,” I responded; maybe find a replacement for this girl. She was turning out to be a walking disaster and I was starting to doubt her skills would balance out with the messes she would make that I would probably have to clean up.

“Oh, I know who you should ask next!”

“Who?” I mumbled, replying to the conversation but not really paying attention as I searched my many monitors and names from different time periods. I needed to find more people! A team of two was no team at all. Six was the perfect number. Five for the mission (I would need someone to navigate the team through the time and others to carry out the task) and I could sit here and monitor to make sure everything goes according to plan.

“My twin sister!”

Okay, I admit it, I was shocked. How could there be another person like her? That really didn’t seem possible. I turned around in my chair and stared at the girl who had managed to glue herself to the floor. “Did she die with you?” I asked wondering why whoever her twin was didn’t show up on the list of people that had died on April 1st 2005 in England.

“Nah, she lived after me,” the bubbly girl chanted, “She was super cool, even though she made me follow a bunch of rules about my explosions. At least she made it so we didn’t get caught!”

So that was how Sunshine had avoided the law! She had merely… played no part in it whatsoever. I immediately turned back to the main monitor and pulled up the file I had about Sunshine. With a few clicks I found the file on her twin sister.

They were twins? First off, Sunshine was an energetic short girl that was somewhere in the low four foot range with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The girl on the screen… the only thing similar about the two was probably their skin tone and both having long hair. The picture was of a girl who seemed mature and confident with sea-green eyes full of mystery, long black hair, and a tall skinny build reaching probably a little over a foot taller than Sunshine.

“Is this your twin?” I asked; tilting the screen in a way that someone stuck on the floor should be able to view the image.

“Yup! That’s her!”

I returned to the profile of Katie Philips that was pulled up on one of the many screens. They were twins, both born on February 1st 1991 in New York. They both were orphaned at a young age, causing them to move to England and adopt. Katie seemed to go by the name Rayne.

From what I could find on her she spent a lot of her time in the library reading books on war strategies and laws as well as a few maps. She would be perfect in navigating my team of fighters through whatever time, plus there was the added benefit of her skills in avoiding the law.

“Okay,” I agreed, “Unglue yourself from the floor. I will teleport her in.”

Katie Philips or Rayne had died by being hit by a train on April 1st 2007; two years after Becky “Sunshine” Philips. I began to type in the long strain of code that warped the time right around the girl standing on the tracks at 12:05 and 32 seconds. On one of my screens the scene was played out as she stood there, staring at an oncoming train. It had no volume, but that was probably for the best.

Two seconds before the train slammed into her, her picture vanished and the security camera monitor showed that one of the portals on the time machine was glowing. I don’t know how she had done it, but Sunshine was standing in front of the teleporter, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her twin.

The tall black haired girl appeared, standing with her shoulders back and full of pride even though she didn’t know a thing about what was going on. Her dull eyes searched the room and landed on her sister. Immediately they seemed to fill with joy.

“Rayne!” Sunshine called as she ran onto the platform and tackle-hugged her older twin sister. That was when I noticed something unpleasant. A small yorkie came out from behind Rayne’s legs, happily wagging its tail.

“Might you know where we are?” Rayne asked, her voice thick with her British accent, making me question why Sunshine seemed to lack one.

Sunshine began to blurt out some sort of explanation at a million miles per hour as I leaned forward and pressed the intercom button and spoke into the microphone. “Sunshine, Just bring your sister up to my lab and I will explain it all to her,” I suggested.

It was amusing to watch Rayne jump in surprise when she heard my voice, but soon Sunshine was dragging her by the hand down a hallway with a puppy yapping along beside them.

“Who are you?”

What charming first words, right? I got the impression that she was not one for ‘silly-business’ which then begged the question to why she loved and hung out with ‘Sunshine’ so much. This twin thing was something I would never understand.

“My name is Brandon.”

“Might we be dead?”

I cleared my throat as I tried to answer that question. “According to everyone in the world besides your sister and me; Yes, yes you are,” I stated. One of her eyebrows raised and I could tell she wasn’t buying that answer, or at least didn’t understand.

“I invented a time machine with the purpose of changing time and making the world a better place. I asked your sister to join and she already agreed. I am offering you another life where you can be heroines and be with your sister once again,” I explained, relying on ‘her sister’ to convince her as much as possible.

“Might you know our location?”

“The arctic in a secret base I have created, but time doesn’t flow here.”

“What do you want with my twin and me?”

“Your sister is excellent with explosives and above average in hand to hand combat. These skills will be useful for the missions that will be used to go back in time as well as for protection in case we run into someone who doesn’t want us to change time. You were chosen because of your knowledge on laws, security, and strategies of wars.”

I honestly hated this explanation process. Would I have to do this with every person? Sunshine had been so easy to convince. She merely had one question for me: Would it be an adventure? How could this not be an adventure?!?

Rayne looked at her sister who was happily playing with the yorkie. A new life with her sister should be able to convince her to join. Finally a small smile, if you could call it a smile, appeared before she turned towards me once again.

“Might I know the name of the team we just joined?”

“The Time Changers.”

“Can we keep the puppy?” Sunshine asked suddenly, jumping up from her spot.

I am not much of a pet person. They get in the way of things and are constantly making messes, but the mutt couldn’t be worse then Sunshine. “Why?” I asked, trying to find the reason she would give to keep the dog here.

“Because I like doggies,” Sunshine whined.

“Whatever, give your sister and dog a tour.”

I now knew, from this point on, I would not teleport someone out of time without one of my team members being there. I will be using the return function on the remote to prevent nearby animals from coming with!

I turned back to my screen. Next time I would be sending the sisters to the past. Should it be for their first Mission or to bring back another recruit?

Stage Two) 'Cause Assassinating an Assassinator Wasn't Complicated Enough
-2164 words-
Our first mission of stopping the success of Guy Fawkes Day was smooth sailing. We were able to send a simple letter to Lord Monteagle and frame Francis Tresham. The only down side to this success was that Sunshine had found something she enjoyed to chant as she ran about the HQ.

“Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,
‘Twas his intent.
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below.
Poor old England to overthrow.
By God’s providence he was catch’d,
With a dark lantern and burning match

Holloa boys, Holloa boys, let the bells ring
Holloa boys, Holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip Hoorah !
Hip hip Hoorah !

A penny loaf to feed ol’Pope,
A farthing cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A friend of sticks to burn him.

Burn him in a tub of tar,’
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head,
Then we’ll say: ol’Pope is dead.”​


The chanting was one of the reasons that the HQ was not quiet.

Rayne spends most of her time in the library researching and seeing what she believes should be changed while Sunshine is usually playing with the dog. At least the mutt keeps her away from destroying my lab for the most part.

Ignoring the noise, deciding what to change next has been difficult. I have so many things to choose from due to there being so many things in history that ended badly. My decision on Guy Fawkes Day had been made easy because of Sunshine’s knowledge of explosives.

I let out a long breathe, we needed to get moving again. Sunshine would probably make a mess of my lab sooner rather than later unless we had another “adventure” as she calls them. I leaned forward to press the intercom button, but before I could say anything a loud bang was heard at the entrance to my lab as the door was knocked down.

“Put your hands up where I can see them!”

Yup, Sunshine was making another mess. I turned around in my chair, slowly, with my hands raised to find the blonde girl dressed up as a cop with a water gun pointing at me. The small dog stood yapping at her feet to add to the annoying level.

“What do you want?”

A water gun in my lab just screamed disaster. Did she have any idea that computers and water don’t mix? She couldn’t be that forgetful, could she? “And please lower the gun.”

“I’m the one with the gun, I make the demands!” she yelled back, obviously enjoying her moment of power. I glanced at the cameras to find Rayne heading towards my lab. Hopefully she could calm her irrational younger twin.

“And what are those demands?”

She was quite for a while as she thought about it. That gave Rayne time to arrive.

“Sunshine,” she asked calmly, “Where did you find the water gun?”

A grin spread across the younger ones face. A grin that I hate to admit, terrified me. She pulled the trigger causing a stream of water to hit me. I was not happy in the slightest as I wiped most of the water from my face.

“Where did you find that?” I repeated Rayne’s question, trying my best to remain calm, “And from now on water guns or any water toys are banned from this room, Sunshine!”

The water gun clattered to the floor as she hung her head. “I was just trying to have some fun! The two of you can be so boring sometimes,” she complained, “When are we going on another adventure?”

“What event should we change in history?” I asked her, to find her silent, “How about this question then: What is the worst thing to happen to people, in your opinion?”

“The Holocaust,” Rayne said, stepping forward to answer the question.

“Would you suggest assassinating Hitler before he began the Nazi reign of terror?”

The room was quiet for a while as Rayne debated my question and Sunshine played with the dog. Finally Rayne shook her head. “No,” she replied calmly, “My sister and I are not killers.”

“Yet your sister constantly has a high amount of explosives on her possession?”

“To make things go BOOM,” Sunshine replied, her head popping up at the mentioning of explosives. She really liked explosives, something I’d never understand.

“Our explosions have only resulted in one death and that was Sunshine herself,” Rayne replied simply.

“So if you won’t assassinate someone, how about stopping an assassination?” I asked, finally we were getting close to figuring out what our next mission should be.

“I’d agree to that.”

“But whose?”

“How about that one guy?” Sunshine asked, both of us motioning for her to continue with something more specific than “that one guy”. “You know,” she continued, “the one U.S. president that had a big hat and was always honest or something?”

“Abraham Lincoln?”

“That sounds about right!”

It sounded as good a plan as any. Rayne and I prepped for the mission while we sent Sunshine to keep watch of the dog.

Rayne was mostly in charge of research and finding the location of the buildings and creating maps to get us from point A to point B. Although she complained a lot about making the maps; something along the lines of her having an internal compass but I wasn’t going to trust an internal compass from England in the 1990’s or early 2000’s when we were going to be in the United States in 1865.

We were going to another place that spoke English so I still don’t have to worry about the language barrier that we were going to run into eventually, but I did have to gather some appropriate clothing for the time period. Sunshine knew a good amount of close combat skills and karate, so she was going to dress as a male to allow her freer movement while Rayne would be in women’s clothing.

Sunshine enjoyed messing around in costumes so we had acquired a collection during our free time. The height difference between the two girls was amusing since Sunshine was over a foot shorter than her elder twin sister due to her dying before they hit their growth spurt.

The two changed and then I put on my own costume.

We looked like a very interesting group to the modern eye, but hopefully we blended in enough to the time period we were going to. Rayne and I were both technically sixteen but with our get up we hopefully looked older than that so that we could pass as adults.

She certainly looked very sophisticated and beautiful in her blue dress and I could only hope that my suit passed the age test. Sunshine was supposed to pass as Rayne’s younger brother and she actually made for a cute little boy.

I grabbed the three fake tickets as the three of us headed into the teleporting room and left for the Ford Theater’s production of Our American Cousin.

~`~

We sat and watched the first act of the play which ended up being a challenge to keep Sunshine sitting through. When the act completed, we were sneaking out of the theater and making our way towards Lincoln’s booth.

A guard was supposed to be present outside the entrance to protect the president but he had walked away at some point leaving the entrance wide open. Act II began while the three of us stood guard. The assassination was to happen during the second scene after the line that caused the whole theater to burst into laughter.

“Blimey, the landlubber was right!” came a loud exclamation from someone I didn’t recognize. The girl soon came into view and, to put it simply, she was a pirate. She stood tall and proud for someone so young, probably even younger than the fourteen year old Sunshine, and carried the feeling that no one was to mess with her.

“Of course I’m right,” replied a tall and skinny boy; a boy that I actually recognized. His name was Zack and he was Brian, my brother’s, best friend. These two must be part of my brother’s team. The kid was actually trying to stop me.

“So Brian actually sent someone to stop us this time around,” I responded, stepping in front of the two girls that stood by my side. Sunshine was pulling something out of her pocket. I was not going to ask what she was pulling out, but Rayne seemed pretty relaxed about the situation so I figured we were set.

We just had to stop John Wilkes Boothe from passing us to be successful in our mission.

At least, I thought everything was going fine until an arrow from some sort of crossbow landed right in front of my feet.

“You’re goin’ to the clink if you aren’t careful!” shouted the dark response of a man in the distance. He seemed to be in a uniform of a soldier from the civil war. He must have felt right at home.

With this addition, Brian’s team was actually larger than mine.

“We give no quarter to these three, aye?” the girl asked, happily spinning her sword in her hand.

“I’m not entirely sure what you mean by that, Tarina,” Zack replied with a shake of his head, “but we will let them live, just get them away from here.”

It was around this moment that I realized I was completely useless. My talent was in designing new weapons and technology not using them in combat.

“Brandon,” said the calm voice of none other than Rayne, “move out of the way. It might not stay safe much longer.”

I nodded and excused myself, moving to a location near the exit where I could watch but be out of harm’s way. Looking around I noticed that Zack was doing near the same thing as me.

“Sissy,” Sunshine addressed the dark haired girl, “You take the crossbow guy!”
With that Sunshine was running forward. The girl’s main focus was on explosives but her hand to hand skills were nothing to scuff at.

“Landlubber!” Tarina shouted as she swung her blade at Sunshine. The short fast blonde was only barely able to dodge the angry swings of the brash pirate. Soon she was able to land a hit on the pirate causing her to drop the sword.

As the sword clattered to the floor, Tarina let out an angry growl before grabbing a dagger on her belt. “Arrg!” she shouted as she slammed the blade down to stab Sunshine.
Sunshine dodged the blade, but soon found an arrow sticking out of her arm.

I glanced over to fine that Rayne was climbing up some of the beams to reach the place that the soldier was hiding, releasing arrow after arrow. When the soldier noticed that an arrow hit he tipped his next arrow with something from his pouch, only to miss once he launched it.

“Ouch!” Sunshine exclaimed, more comically it seemed than serious. Tarina was using the opportunity to retrieve her sword while the blonde pulled the arrow from her skin. “So not cool!”

A small grin formed on my face now that scene one was over and scene two was beginning, John would be arriving any second now. Rayne was busy with the soldier, Sunshine with Tarina. That was when I noticed that this was their plan all along!
They were merely distracting us. Frustrated, I began to run back to the entrance of Lincoln’s booth, but before I got there Zack was standing in my way with a small dagger in his hands.

Brian; even though I hadn’t seen my brother in so long he was still messing with me.

“What do you want Zack?”

“Brandon, please stop what you’re doing!” Zack pleaded with me, his hands shaking as he held the dagger up to me, forcing me to take a few steps backwards.

“You can’t kill me,” I replied, with way more confidence than I actually felt. “This isn’t your style. You’re a class clown not a killer.”

“Nobody is perfect,” Zack replied with a forced smile, “a clown can’t always stay that way. Come back home with us Brandon and stop this madness!”

“Blimey!” came a distant shout of the pirate from the struggle she was having with Sunshine. Brian would not be allowed to outsmart me. I was the elder brother.

I darted for it. Ran for the entrance. I felt something strike my mid back and dig into my skin. It hurt. I collided with the floor and the world turned black.

“Just ‘cause it wasn’t done to a turn doesn’t mean you should go a changin’ it!”

And then the world was silent as well.

Stage Three) Sunshine and Healers
-2883 words-
Brandon was injured and sleeping; so Rayne told me that the two of us were done with fighting the pirate girl and grumpy bow-arrow guy. I didn’t want to leave! We hadn’t even met this Boothe guy that Brandon said we’d be fighting. Imagine how exciting it was to fight a pirate instead! I was having so much fun!

Anyway, Rayne had the two of us gather around Brandon and she got to press the return button. I wanted to press the big red button! Pressing big red buttons was one of my favorite things to do because things usually went BOOM afterwards! I was very sad when the only thing that happened was the spinning of the world that reminded me of tea-cups at the fairs that sissy and I would sneak into from time to time when Rayne wasn’t being super strict.

“Cookie!” I yelled happily as my favorite dog came running up to us on the teleporting platform. While I was happily playing with the puppy, Rayne was nudging Brandon’s limp body with her foot.

“Sis?” I asked looking over at her.

“Hmm?”

“Any idea what’s wrong with him?”

She pointed at the arrow that was sticking out of Brandon’s back. “Pointy!” I shouted as I reached over to grab it. I haven’t collected arrows before! Rayne stopped me though before I got to pull the arrow out.

“Whatever’s on the arrow could still hurt you.”

“Well, what’s on it then?”

My sister looked thoughtful for a while, she did that often. I don’t like to think hard on things, I find that it can be rather boring and time consuming. Life was meant to be lived happily, not pensive and thoughtfully! Although, I guess I am technically dead so I could think all I wanted to, but that still didn’t seem like a lot of fun.

“Something harmful,” she finally said after a while, “I don’t know much on this sort of thing.” Rayne admitted, but I understood. Why would we bother learning about poisons and herbs and other weird plant like substances that could be smeared on arrows?

At least, I think I saw some sort of plant like substance on the arrow.

“What are we going to do now, sissy?”

For the first time I realized how weird or situation truly was! We were dead, but we were alive too. I mean, if Cookie scratched me it hurt so I must be alive. Although, wasn’t Cookie the same thing as us?

Wait, am I a ghost?

That’s creepy. I don’t like ghosts. Actually, this whole thinking thing is making my head spin, I’m going back to having fun and leaving the thinking to sissy.

“We should head to the lab.”

Oh! The lab! I liked the lab a lot, so I agreed with Rayne and followed behind her with Cookie. For some reason Brandon was always yelling at me when I was in his lab and banning things. What kind of person would ban water toys, bouncy balls, and glue bottles? It made no sense to me!

Rayne went over to the many computers. I thought the screens were pretty, but I didn’t mind much else past that. I found three rules, or were they guidelines, posted on one of the walls. So, I read them while Rayne worked on the computers.

1. They had to have a desire to change time, have a better life, or create a better future
2. They had to have some sort of skill that could help with reaching my goal
3. They had to have “died” in a way that I could pull them out of time right before their death and no one would be suspicious.

I think this was how Brandon chose his team members! “Rayne! Look at this!” I shouted, happily pointing at the sign even though Rayne has told me many times that pointing was rude and I shouldn’t do it “blah, blah, blah”.

“What is it Sunshine?” she asked turning around.

I showed her my discovery and Rayne seemed very proud of me, but she still returned to the computer screens. Finally, she seemed to have reached her answer.

Two names were on the screen: Cecilia and Serena. They had last names as well, but that would make their names longer so I only read the first part.

“Who are they?” I asked, hanging over Rayne’s chair as I stared at the pictures of the girls. They were wearing very pretty dresses, although they seemed old fashioned by a long shot. One of them was holding a ton of paint supplies; the other one was holding some plants.

“Best friends,” Rayne responded at first before pointing at some information, but since she knew I didn’t feel like reading it she summarized the important stuff for me, “they’re from Italy and this picture was painted in 1473 of the two girls. They are both daughters of very well off merchants that are nearing the same rank and respect as a lot of royalty members. This one, Serena, loves plants and herbs and spends a lot of her time with that while Cecilia is more of a painter.

“Both of their fathers are business partners, so they travel with their fathers from time to time. On one of these trips a band of robbers attacked their carriage when they were returning to Florence. All of them were killed. We should go back and get Serena. She should know what was on that arrow and she can save Brandon, our boss. Ready?”

Rayne didn’t usually talk a lot, I know she didn’t really like it so I listened very carefully as she told me a whole bunch of information about Cecilia and Serena. “Are they going to join our group?” I asked.

Rayne shook her head, “No, only Serena. We shouldn’t grab extra baggage.”

I wasn’t too sure if I agreed with that. I mean, I had my best friend and sister here wouldn’t it be mean to separate the pair of best friends?

“Don’t feel bad. They were going to die and we are saving one of them.”

“Okay,” I let out with a sigh before smiling, “When do we leave?”

“Five minutes, get a sword or something for you to use in case those three from the Theater have followed us,” Rayne suggested.

I nodded and skipped out of the room. I liked using swords from time to time. I wasn’t the best, but I also wasn’t bad! The weaponry was one of the cooler rooms that Brandon had put in our HQ! I had fun while selecting the sword that worked best for me as well as a few daggers. Although finding room for the daggers amongst all my other stuff was a bit hard… but I soon had them hidden well!

I said goodbye to Cookie and placed some food out for her before returning to Rayne. She had done whatever computer sort of stuff she had needed and the two of us were soon on one of the teleporter platforms.

Rayne had kicked Brandon off of the teleporter and onto the floor before we took off because having some dead lump with us in Italy would have been troublesome.

~`~

The forest gave me a Robin Hood style feeling! It was super cool and the trees all reached for the sky as if they didn’t like being separated from the bright blue burst that one could only see if they stared really hard through the leaves.

It was amazing!

“The carriage should be rounding the corner soon,” Rayne warned as the two of us hid in the trees. “Sunshine, you have to get into the carriage, grab Serena, and then I’ll press this button and we will return home. I’ll be right behind you. Give me one of the weapons you grabbed.”

I grinned. I knew Rayne would want one, so my stashing of weapons hadn’t gone to waste in the slightest as I handed one of the daggers to Rayne. Sissy didn’t fight often and she wasn’t as good as me, but she was definitely reliable against some robbers.

I mean, robbers are sooooo unofficial!

The two of us got ready to run out. I noticed some movement on the other side of the little dirt path, but I figured it was just those clumsy robbers.

“Blimey!”

Oh. I recognized that shout. The pirate girl had a habit of shouting that out loud. I glanced over at Rayne to see if she had noticed it as well. Her sea-green eyes had narrowed and I grinned. It didn’t matter if the pirate girl was here, we would get what we came for.

“Don’t get injured,” Rayne added to the list of things we had to do.

I repeated the instructions over once again in my head: stay alive, grab the girl, teleport away. Three things, I can remember three things. Kept it simple!

The sounds of the carriage rounded the corner, horses clomping along, and then shouts filled our ears. I ran, knowing my sister was right behind me. Two girls ran out of the carriage while their fathers and the other company members engaged the robbers in a fight.

Two robbers went after the girls, I went after the girls followed by Rayne, and so did the pirate who was probably protected by the gloomy arrow guy. Serena was older than her friend Cecilia by a few months but enough that one was currently thirteen while the other was twelve.

They didn’t look very similar, but they were wearing the same dress. The younger one had apple red hair while the other had brown hair. I tried to remember that I was after the girl with brown hair, but to be honest I was only focusing on “grab the girl”.

The robbers had caught up with the girls first, but they had been the closest. Tarina was next to me, yelling something in my ear; I stuck my tongue out at her. I was going to win. We got to the girls, the robbers lashed out with their sword. Slashing one girl across the eyes and the other girl was slammed into a tree, crushing her left ear as well as causing her to bite down hard on her tongue. I reached out and grabbed the girl on the floor, Rayne grabbed my shoulder, and the world was spinning once again.

Wheeeeeeee.

The spinning slowed and stopped, I fell to the floor and grabbed my head. I was still a bit dizzy and wasn’t fully aware of what had happened. The girl we had grabbed was on the floor and crying. I don’t really like crying.

“Why’re you crying?” I asked while Rayne was placing the return button on a shelf that I couldn’t reach. I hated being the shortest.

I think this was the first time Rayne and I realized that a language barrier could exist between us; although I noticed something else as well.

“Cecilia?” I asked her, a bit nicer than my last question causing her to actually look up and nod. Great, we had grabbed the wrong girl! That meant Tarina had Serena. I grumbled a bit at the idea that the pirate girl had beaten me.

Rayne turned around when she noticed I had said the other girls name. “She’s Cecilia,” she realized after looking over the red haired girl.

I gave the girl a hug and tried to calm her down. Eventually her sobs slowed and she looked about to say something, but couldn’t. Her mouth was covered in blood and her tongue seemed to be missing a chunk!

“Sunshine, go grab a pad of paper and a pen.”

I nodded and quickly left the room. I ran. Cookie joined me at some point, but I soon had the supplies and returned. I handed her the two items, but she seemed confused.

I grinned as I grabbed the pen and began to write “Hi, welcome to the crew!” on the sheet of paper. Her eyes widened at the tools I had provided her and she grabbed the pen quickly. “Merci!” she wrote on the pad.

Rayne and I exchanged a glance. She spoke Italian. We had grabbed her from Italy. Even I felt a bit stupid for not noticing, so sissy must have felt very ashamed. How were we going to ask for help? I smiled and went over to the sleeping Brandon and dragged his body over to Cecilia.

The girl’s eyes widened as she looked at the arrow sticking out of the boy’s back and the substance smeared on the arrow. She stepped forward to get a closer examination and then began to write a few items on the paper. All in Italian.

“Rayne, do we have a way to translate?”

“The computer,” Rayne said as she ripped the top sheet of paper from the pad and ran out saying she would get whatever was asked for. I sat next to Cecilia and Brandon. I hate awkward silences.

“Do you understand me?” I asked pointing at myself. Cecilia merely shrugged. I frowned, this would be frustrating. “When you help Brandon,” I decided, “he will help you understand us!”

Rayne returned not much after that, which was a relief. Although her hands were full as she carried a bucket of water, some rags, and some other random things I didn’t understand. She placed them around Cecilia and the red head nodded.

Cecilia worked hard and we were happy. We thought that if we had gotten the wrong girl we would have been stuck, but she knew what she was doing! When she was finished working the arrow was wrapped neatly in one of the rags.

The twelve year old leaned back and let out a deep breath as she finished. Then she seemed to realize that she was in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people. She stood and backed into a corner of the room. Seeming to be trying to say something but nothing came out of her mouth.

“Did you know,” I began, addressing Rayne, “that if you have your tongue cut like that you usually bleed to death?”

“We did pull her into a time warp. Something we can’t explain could have happened.”

I nodded. Who knows, maybe while spinning in the time warp the tongue had sealed itself and stopped bleeding… I don’t know, but I wasn’t going to bother thinking about it. That was something I left for the two bossy sixteen year olds to do (Rayne and Brandon).

I smiled at the girl. “It’s okay, we won’t bite!” I said cheerfully as I skipped up the girl and grabbed her hand and dragged her out. Once again I placed the pad of paper and pen in her hand.

She liked art; maybe having something to draw with could calm her down until Brandon woke up. Cookie walked into the room while Rayne left, but returned with a book not much later. Time passed in silence as we waited for Brandon to wake up.

Cecilia drew, Rayne read, and I played with Cookie.

“Uugh.”

We all jumped, Brandon was waking up! He wasn’t dead and had finally finished his long nap!

“Hey, hey, hey, you okay? Brandon, you okay? Hey, why aren’t you saying anything! Are you okay?” He wasn’t responding to my questions which was a bit frustrating as he sat up and looked over at me.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled before adding, “What happened?” addressed to Rayne. I laughed that he didn’t bother to ask me, but my explanation would probably be nonsense to the Computer Expert Brandon.

Rayne shut her book and explained everything; the failed attempt of stopping the Boothe guy, the arrow that had hit Brandon, and our journey to grab a healer.

“She only speaks Italian!” I shouted pointing at the girl, who cowered a bit.

“Don’t point,” Rayne told me for, probably, the three hundred and sixty fourth time… not like I was counting though.

“Italian, huh,” Brandon mumbled before shuffling to his feet, “One second.”

He left, Rayne followed, and I grabbed Cecilia’s hand and dragged her after Brandon.

We arrived in the computer lab and I think Brandon was very shocked to find that I hadn’t played in the room that much. He seemed rather happy, for Brandon standards, as he shifted through a box and came out with a small ear bud.

“Italian,” he repeated once again, as if double checking with us so Rayne nodded and he went to his computer. Soon he stood, detached the device from the computer and held it out to Cecilia.

She was terrified of it.

I grinned and grabbed the ear bud and placed it in her ear.

“Do you understand me now?” I asked the twelve year old.

She grinned and nodded up and down, “yes”. I smiled happily, I had a new friend!

I pointed at myself, “Sunshine!” and then my sister, “Rayne”, and then the Computer Expert, “Brandon!” finally I pointed to her, “Cecilia?” She nodded.

“I’m going to give Cecilia a tour!” I decided, grabbing her hand, pulling her out of the room. Rayne and Brandon could decide what’s next. I was going to have fun with my new friend!

Stage Four) Russians and the Finns
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Brandon decided we needed a long distance fighter to counteract the gloomy guy on the other team. He kept mumbling something about a brother and how he somehow kept getting in his way. I was a bit curious at how the other team was so good about knowing where we were going, but that also confused me to think about so, I settled for having fun around the HQ.

I was getting a bit better at reading some Italian and Cecilia was getting very fast at writing English. She might just have a talent in learning languages! Cecilia was pretty fun to hang out with, but she wasn’t that much fun.

She was always worried about getting in trouble and would repeatedly hold up the paper with the words, “Sunshine, that’s not a good idea”, written on it or, “Sunshine, I don’t want to do that!” It could be frustrating at times, so we had to find things to play in our free time that the both of us liked.

Sadly that didn’t include sledding with the penguins.

“Why not!” I complained.

“Sunshine, Cecilia, hurry to the computer lab!”

Both of us looked up as Brandon’s voice came over the intercom system. The two of us listened after I explained to Cecilia that there wasn’t some sort of Divine Punishment happening or something. I don’t know what she was thinking; maybe intercoms don’t exist in Florence Italy!

Soon we were back in the computer lab to find that Rayne was already there. Sometimes I think I’m left out of things, but I had fun touring the place with Cecilia so it’s all right!

“Cecilia,” Brandon addressed the girl, “do you know a lot about healing?”

She nodded a yes.

“Do you have any talents with fighting?”

She grabbed her pen and scribbled to words: Non oserei!

“Can you write in English at all?” I asked her, hoping that the little lessons we’ve had before I got bored had paid off.

Brandon shook his head though, holding up his hand. “No need, I understood it,” he turned to the other two, “she doesn’t fight. Won’t fight. Not in the slightest. I think we should have her stay in the HQ and be here for when we return, as Healer.”

Cecilia nodded; it seemed she was happy with the task of healing people way more than fighting. Brandon was digging through a few piles of stuff before returning. He handed my sister and I another pin for us to clip onto our shirts.

“Camera,” he stated pointing at them and then on the screens. He then handed us ear pieces. Two of them! “Right ear,” he said pointing to one that was red, “is so that you understand Finnish while you are there. Left ear,” he addressed the black one, “is so you hear me from this room.”

“Wait!” I shouted, raising my hand, “question!”

“What?” Brandon asked, seeming a bit tired for some reason I didn’t understand.

“You’re staying here?” I asked.

He nodded before continuing his explanation as if I hadn’t interrupted, “The people we keep running into are led by Brian, my younger brother. He is going to be trying to stop us every time we try to change something. That long distance crossbow is posing a problem for us when it comes to the gap in the abilities of the teams. We have a Fighter in Sunshine, a Navigator in Rayne, a Healer in Cecilia, and I’m here with the technology as the Computer Expert for our team, but since the battles are turning into things more similar to actual battles we need another Fighter on our side. Preferably a long range fighter.”

Brandon was giving a speech and to be honest, I don’t like speeches. They just dragged on and on and on and on. Well, I sort of zoned out for a bit until Brandon was shouting my name once again.

“Sunshine, did you get all of that?”

I shook my head to signal I hadn’t. It’s funny how Brandon has gotten very good at rolling his eyes in my opinion! “This guy,” Brandon said holding up a picture of a boy, around Cecilia’s age, with completely white hair and ice cold eyes. The boy in the picture seemed to pale to be healthy and he was wearing a very fluffy coat, very warm it seemed. “You are getting him. His name is Kari.”

Actually, I think Rayne got more information on this Kari guy than I did, but I guess that just meant I’d have to ask him in person.

“Where are we going to get him?” I asked.

“Finland, have you already forgotten?”

I grinned for an answer to that question and began to walk, well skip, to the teleporter with Rayne walking a slight distance behind. Brandon’s annoyingly bland voice came through the ear piece.

“Testing, testing, is this on?”

“Yes!” I yelled to the room as I entered.

“Enjoy the first Bandy World Championship! March 3rd, 1957. The Soviet Union is playing Finland. Kari should be watching the game from somewhere. He’s a Bandy fan.”

“Rayne?” I asked as the room began to spin, “Do you know what Bandy is?”

I didn’t hear her answer and she probably didn’t hear the question in the first place because the spinning had already increased. It slowed to a stop and soon we found ourselves standing outside an old fashioned Ice Rink.

Bandy was played on ice, apparently.

Rayne was already beginning to lead the way as she tried to find a way for us to get in without getting caught, but the game had already started and everyone seemed occupied. To my surprise we weren’t getting that close to the rink but were actually staying quite a distance away.

The Russians were playing the Finns and that reminded me of something that I had heard once. “Rayne! Wanna know why fire trucks are red?”

“Sure,” Rayne answered, not really paying attention because for some reason the time was very important.

“Well, it can be traced back all the way to one and one being two, two and two is four, four and four is eight, while four and eight are twelve. Did you follow all of that?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay! So twelve inches is also known as a ruler. Queen Marry was a ruler. Queen Marry was also the name of a ship. Ships sail in the sea. Fish swim in the sea. Fish have fins. The Russians fought the Finns. The Russians are known as the reds. So fire trucks are red ‘cause they are always Russian around!”

I was very proud of myself and my sister even had a smile on her face, which I prided myself on being able to make her smile even though she can be a tough cookie to crack. “So what’s with the watch?” I asked; pointing to the watch she kept glancing at.

She tilted it so that I could see the screen. I found three dots that blinked on and off. Two of them were black and together, but there was a third dot, a red one, at a distance from the black ones.

“What does that mean?”

“We are the black ones, our target is in red, and if other Time Travelers arrive they will be blue,” Rayne explained, using the watch to bring us closer to the red dot and, to my surprise, farther from the Bandy Rink.

“I thought this guy was a fan of Bandy?”

“That’s what Brandon said.”

“Soooooo, why are we going away from the rink?” I asked my sister. Brandy was apparently very similar to Ice Hockey, but I doubted you could see all of the action of the game from far away. Maybe if you had a pair of binoculars!

“Because of that,” Rayne replied as she pointed to a person in a heavy coat lying in the snow. He had completely white hair and was probably a year older than me. In his hands laid a rifle. Later Rayne defined it for me as a bolt-action, internal magazine-fed, military rifle; which seemed very long in my opinion.

“What are you doing all the way out here?” I asked, causing the boy to jump back in surprise when he heard my voice. The rifle now laid in-between us as I crouched down so that I was eye-level with the kid.

“W-Who are you? What are you doing here?” The boy rambled on and on with multiple questions as if trying to fine the perfect question to ask in this situation. When his questions turned to things like, “Are you from Russia? No, that didn’t sound Russian. What country are you from?” I realized that even though I could understand him, he couldn’t understand us.

I began to laugh which seemed to confuse the boy as his face crunched up. Rayne handed me the small box Brandon had handed her and I soon discovered that it contained the translator for the boy.

I held the small device up and mimicked placing it in ones ear. I showed that I had one already and Rayne did the same. I held it out to him and very slowly and cautiously he placed it in his ear.

“Can you understand me now?” I asked him. He gave a slow nod, keeping one hand on the device so that he could remove it quickly.

“Who are you people?”

“My name is Sunshine and this is my sister Rayne,” I replied happily. Rayne seemed to be standing guard, or at least watching for arrivals so she only gave a small wave and left the talking to me.

“Where are you from?”

“Hey, if I give you my name, shouldn’t you give me yours?”

“Kari,” the white-haired boy whispered, “Kari Häyhä.”

“Why are you all the way out here?” I asked curious to why the boy was out in the middle of the snow with a rifle pointing towards the game of Bandy players.

“I was,” he stumbled a bit as if debating if he should say or not but seemed to give up in his struggle as he sighed and let out an explanation, “I was trying to be like my father. I thought that if I could shoot down a Russian he would be proud of me and accept me. Maybe let me come out of the attic.”

He was trying hard not to cry, but a few tears left his eye and ran down his cheek which was followed by him quickly rubbing them away. “Why are you all the way out here?” he asked, sitting up a bit taller.

“Honestly?” I said with a smile, “We’re both from England. I’m from 2005 while my sister is from 2007.”

“I think you’re wrong,” Kari said shaking his head, “the year is 1957 so that can’t be possible.”

“It is possible,” I said happily, “’cause we’re Time Travelers!” The shock on Kari’s face was hilarious and priceless. I so wish I had a camera on me so that I could have taken a picture. “Brandon is our boss or Computer Expert so he’s back at the HQ with Cecilia, our Healer. We came here today to recruit you!”

“Recruit me? For what?”

“To join our team! The Time Changers! All of us want the world to be a better place so we are working to change some events in history to create a better future. Although there is another team lead by Brian that is trying to stop us and we need a long-distance fighter to join us so that we can succeed.”

“That’s a lot to take in,” Kari mumbled, “But why are you here to grab me today?”

Rayne surprised me by answering instead. “Because you’re about to die.”

“What?” Kari shouted, scrambling to his feet.

I nodded. “Yeah, one of the requirements of joining our team is that society believes you’re dead. I died in an explosion, Rayne was hit by a train, and you died in a similar way to me,” I explained grabbing his gun, “this is rigged to explode when you pull the trigger. You never succeeded in killing one of the Russians.”

Kari opened and closed his mouth a few times as he sat back down in the snow. He sort of looked like a fish as he tried to form some words. I was enjoying it a lot, because Brandon’s translation devices were a bit behind so the situation was a lot like watching a badly dubbed movie.

“I’m dead?” he finally was able to say fully.

“Nah,” I said, dismissing the idea with a wave of my hand, “If you’re dead than I’m dead, but I don’t think I’m dead! It’s more like, you were supposed to die, but we stopped it from happening!” I chatted happily.

Kari was still digesting this while I was busy removing the explosives from the gun. Any chance to collect more supplies should not be missed, in my opinion.

“Hurry up and return to the HQ!”

Oh yeah! Brandon was still there, watching. I laughed at the thought that he could see us and we could hear him, but he couldn’t hear us. In other words, we could talk about whatever we wanted and take as long as we wanted and Brandon would have no idea!

Kari was frowning now as he noticed I was laughing.

I tapped the second ear piece I had on, “Brandon, our boss, is telling us to hurry up,” I explained. I held up the gun to Kari as I stood. “It’s safe now, are you ready to come with us?”

We didn’t really give him a choice as my sister and I both grabbed one arm. With a press of a button, we were off. The world spun like spinning tea cups and soon we were back in the HQ.

Final Chapter Moved to my next post because of words
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

Um, not sure if this is helping a contestant cheat or not, but I think you hit the word limit for a post. You could probably put the rest of the chapters into another post, if that helps.
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

Here's the last chapter. Thanks Lucky for bringing it to my attention that it wasn't all there and I hope it's all right that I moved it here.

Stage Five: The Unthinkable

My team arrived in the lab, but Kari barely had time to get adjusted. Sunshine was enjoying showing him around and competing in the arcade, but I realized something very disturbing from a source on one of my computers.

Our team was strong and I no longer feared that Brian was capable of stopping us from achieving our goals. Sadly, our goals would have to be postponed as we dealt with the problem.

“Everyone, report to my lab as soon as possible!” I spoke into the microphone, before leaning back in my chair and waiting for everyone to arrive.

Kari was our long range sniper and with the help of Cecilia they managed to create a way for him to paralyze enemies instead of killing them. Sunshine was our explosion expert who was also good at hand to hand combat, while Rayne navigated the team through the strange towns and helped with strategies.

All five members of the team, including me, wore an ear piece that translated the languages we heard into whatever our native tongue was.
Currently, three of us spoke English, one spoke Finnish, and Cecilia was Italian although she was unable to speak.

“What’s going on?” Kari asked nervously as he entered the room with Sunshine.

“I have found something unsettling that we need to stop,” I told the four people that stood in front of me. I pulled up the screen that held the information. “1692 in Salem, I found a hidden Time Traveler, Tituba. She is our target and has posed as a slave. She has managed to kill at least 20 and there are 13 others that are suspiciously linked to her.

“A Time Traveler has no right to kill innocent people for no particular reason,” I briefed my crew, “We are going to arrive in Salem, find her, reveal her, and let the town do as they see fit. After that we shall return. Due to the strange circumstances of this situation, all crew members will attend the journey.”

A range of responses followed as they understood their mission. It was a simple task if everything went according to my plan, but Brian could always arrive with his own team and with that the fighters on my team would have to protect us.

Kari carried his weapons on him, but the twins went down to the weaponry to grab their blades while Cecilia gathered her medicinal supplies into a bag and I downloaded the information I thought we would need onto a small handheld device.

This mission should be easy compared to some of the grander situations I trust my crew to complete in the future, but something made me nervous about this task. Maybe it was the fact that the person we were going after was similar to us; someone from the future changing time.

Soon the entire team was gathered at the teleporter and it was time for us to head to Salem, Massachusetts. We had to arrive at Samuel Parris’s residence before Tituba began her killing spree.

It was winter of 1692 and we were well aware that the first victims would be Betty Paris (9 years old) and Abigail Williams (11 years old).

“So are we trying to find the time traveler?” Rayne asked trying to figure out the first task as she looked at the watch I had designed for her; although in my rush to leave for this mission it wasn’t very detailed this time.

“We will split into two groups,” I decided after a few seconds of thought. Rayne and I both were able to contact each other so we’d be the leaders of the groups. “Rayne and Cecilia find Betty or Abigail and warn them about their ‘nanny’, the rest of us will stop the time traveler.”

Rayne didn’t argue with my decision and quickly left with Cecilia. If the girls had already been poisoned, hopefully Cecilia would be able to heal them although there might be a few strange side effects.

“Where’s this Tituba?” Sunshine asked happily, seeming to take no notice of the cold that I was not enjoying in the slightest. Kari, on the other hand, seemed comforted by being in the cold.

“In that plantation,” I replied looking at the large area in front of us that Rayne and Cecilia had already entered. Sunshine was rambunctious as usual but at least Kari was able to keep up a conversation with her that left me in peace.

Some time passed before we found her. “That’s Tituba!” I explained to the others.

“Want me to shoot her?” Kari asked, readying the gun, but I put my hand out to stop him.

“No, I want to talk to her,” I decided calmly, “keep an eye out for Brian and his team. Strike them down if you see them. I’d hate for us to be interrupted.”

“Tituba,” I called out to her as I approached. She was obviously startled to see someone she didn’t recognize and began to speak in a slur of words that was hard for me to understand, but I put up my hand to signal for her to be quiet and she did just that. “You don’t have to put on an act. I know you’re from the future.”

“How?”

“I am as well,” I replied simply. The shock was obvious on her face as she took a few steps backwards as if trying to escape my confrontation, but before I could say anything someone new had arrived.

“John?” she whispered as she saw the angry face on the man that, when I heard the name, I recognized to be her husband. He was clearly upset as he yelled at her.

“You’re a witch!” He screamed, beating Tituba and sending her to the floor.

This is not what I had wanted. People gathered around as the accusation flew. Time Traveler was hard for the people to grasp therefore they had resorted to calling her a witch. She was beaten as people shouted out her for a confession. Finally she did.

In her confession she talked about a lot of things-black dogs, hogs, a yellow bird, red and black rats, cats, wolf, and a creature with the head of a women, two legs, and wings-. I was surprised with the creativity she had for on the spot.

Sunshine was at my side now though, tugging on my arm. “We should go, Rayne’s over there,” she said pointing to her sister. I nodded and the three of us slowly backed away from the drama.

“What happened on your side?” I asked Rayne when we were within ear shot.

“We told the girls the truth and they decided she was a witch,” Rayne answered with a shrug. We were about to teleport, but we heard an all too familiar shot. Brian’s crew.

“Into the woods!” I shouted pushing us in as we started to run. I could only teleport three people at a time so we currently took two trips and dealing with that while fending off my brother was not something I wanted to do.

We ran and eventually we found a silent clearing; safe, we hoped, from my brother.

We had succeeded in our purpose in coming here, but before we could leave, my device beeped to alert me that the change was already being tracked. Curious, I looked at the device to see if the change had saved the lives of the victims we were trying to protect.

I was a bit disappointed that the final results showed the same amount of lost lives. Except instead of it being under “Mysterious Accident” it was under the label “Witch Hunt”; although at least we managed to remove the bad Time Traveler.

Apparently the two girls we had saved loved the attention from turning in Tituba and had resorted to accusing multiple people of being witches. The butterfly effect always amazes me in how it changes both large and small things.

“Look guys!” Sunshine called, probably forgetting we still hadn’t returned to the base, “I’m glowing!” That didn’t sound normal to me, so I looked over to see what she was talking about. The tips of her fingers were glowing and soon it spread to her palms with no signs of slowing or stopping.

“Brandon!” yelled the distressed voice of my brother, I thought we had lost them but I guess they had followed as their group burst into the small clearing we were gathered in.

“What is it?” I asked; a bit concerned at how worried my brother appeared to be. It had been a long while since we have had an actual conversation, now that I think about it.

“I’m getting a bit dizzy,” Sunshine mumbled a bit as the glow continued to spread. She sat down on the ground with her worried sister kneeling alongside her. The fourteen year old blonde seemed very calm even though the situation was out of the ordinary.

Brian was trying to catch his breath and was stumbling over his words in the attempt to make a cohesive thought.

Cecilia was kneeling down on the other side of Sunshine as she tried to figure out what was going on; she was our Healer.

Finally Brian was calm enough as he held out a device similar to mine that traced the changes in history. “Look at the Philip’s girls!”

I followed my brother’s suggestion and scanned the changes to see what had happened. My face probably grew pale because Kari was suddenly at my side and trying to read the device. “What is it?” he continued to ask, confused by the situation as much as any of us were.

“They didn’t immigrate to the Americas,” I stated slowly, knowing the consequences but realizing everyone else (except for Brian) was lost. “The witch hunt stopped their relative from immigrating. Sunshine and Rayne became orphaned and because of that they were sent to live with distant relatives in London. Now, they were born in London and…”

“What happened?” Rayne asked, her stern voice seeming to be close to breaking.

“You two were victims of the Angel of Death… A serial killer in London named Beverly Allitt,” I stated. The situation was not good. Sunshine, according to time, died when she was two months old and time was catching up to her. It would catch up to Rayne next.

“Does that mean we died?” Sunshine asked, looking up from her sparkling hands that seemed to have entranced her.

“No, only you died Sunshine.”

Rayne was holding on to her sister tightly. She had already lost her twin to death once and now she was being forced to go through it again. Cecilia seemed to be aggravated that she couldn’t find any way to help her friend and Kari was kicking a few of the rocks and twigs on the floor.

The whole team seemed so disgruntled and bothered with Sunshine’s coming death. Tears were leaking from their eyes. Brian’s team that stood around us were all silent and even the pirate wasn’t shouting anything!

Even I, was sad to see her go.

Of course she got annoying with the messes and trouble she caused, but she brought life to the HQ and seems to have somehow become our center; the center that we are losing.

“Dang it!” Sunshine shouted loudly, making a good portion of us jump, “Why can’t I think of anything good to say? I don’t want to be forgotten because my last words were forgettable!”

She got a few tearful chuckles from most of us as the glow consumed her and then she was no more. Rayne turned to me next, “What happens to me?” she asked, tearfully but ready to except. Losing her sister was the worst thing possible for her.

“Badly handicapped,” I replied as I walked up to her. I had this device for emergencies. I handed her the smaller version of our return button. “Press it and you will return to your proper spot in time, no memories of this adventure.”

She nodded grimly, said a curt goodbye, and was gone.

We lost both of the twins. Cecilia was crying heavily and Kari was in obvious distress. “What do we do?” he asked, turning on me, “Is this what we wanted to happen?”

I frowned. This was not what I had planned.

“Brandon,” my brother called, stepping up to me, “Time is not something we have the power to mess with. It will beat us in the end.”

I looked around at those around me as I digested his words and, sadly, I agreed. The next few minutes contained multiple goodbyes as Brian and I sent all of our team members back to their deaths.

Brian, Zack, and I headed to my HQ to destroy the time machine. While in the HQ we found Sunshine’s diary. We all laughed at the lighthearted and cheerful perspective she had to the whole adventure.

It was Zack that decided we should write our story down. So I did. I recorded my attempt to change time as well as edited a bit of Sunshine’s part of the story because she was the light in our group.

I wrote this story as a warning and we buried it with the remains of our broken time machine. If you are reading this now, than that means you have found the time machine. If there is something you’ve always wanted to change, I strongly urge that you don’t. Do all you can to make the present something you are happy with. The past is the past; don’t go changing it because, in reality, the consequences can be harsh.
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

It's fine, CloudlessRayne.


You all have a few HOURS to submit your work!
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

It's sad that I didn't get to complete my story. Absolutely no excuses. This is what I had...

The Bucket Man

The story of the Bucket Man and the Land begins hundreds of years ago..

The Land was overrun by the Droughtanites and their king, Lord Desiccus. They cut off its water supply and left the soldiers shriveling in thirst and without energy. A soldier could hardly lift his sword to strike a Droughtanite or even his shield to protect himself because of his stiff and dry throat. He struggled to breathe, wheezing here and there, dropping his weapons to clutch his throat and gasp for air as the enemy merely laughed as they taunted and jeered at the Land's supposed protectors.

"That is about enough time and energy we wasted on these scum. Let the Land know it is ours now," Lord Desiccus announced to the generals of his armies. The Land's People succumbed and bowed to Desiccus and the Droughtanites, as tears flowed from their eyes onto the rubble of what used to be their homes and fields.

You see, the Land, before the Droughtanites' presence, flourished. The grasses grew high, the rivers ran wide, the sun shined brightly. The birds sang, the children played, and, most importantly, each year's harvest was plentiful. But now, the Land fell victim to some of the worst droughts in history. The Droughtanites, to whom the Land gave their name, seemed to bring these droughts with them as one after one moved onto the Land, despite how near or far they were to the River.

The Land said the Droughtanites were cursed. Why? Not even the wisest in all of the Land knew. The Droughtanites did know that the People were special, however. The Land thrived because its citizens were blessed by its ancestors with the gift of growth and purity. Crops were ripe, healthy, and abundant. The water was the clearest and tastiest in all of Earth. It was nothing but greed and jealousy that sparked the war that would leave prosperous plains into a barren wasteland.

After all, the Droughtanites brought the droughts with them, and the sanctity of the Land was crushed by the hex of the Droughtanites.

-

Fast forward to present day, and the People still struggle. But they are not alone - the Droughtanites struggle too, for they have snuffed the strength of the Land into drought, leaving both clans with hardly anything.

Lord Desiccus the Fifth had only three rules. For one, the Droughtanites had priority for resources. They were first in line at the Well and were first in line at the fields for the daily crop gathering in the morning before work. Secondly, every Person must work from dawn to dusk. The People were allowed one thirty-minute rest at noon. And lastly, the Droughtanites had the final say, according to the hierarchy of the Law. Lord Desiccus would obviously have the most power, while any one of the People would have little, if any, contribution to the Law.

Break any rule of the Law, and the offender, (or offenders), would be killed. No questions asked.

The once carefree and selfless People soon became desperate and greedy due to the intensity of the labor. There were many executions due to smuggling. A young man tried hiding a couple of potatoes under his sunhat one day, but a Droughtanite saw him in the act.

"Where are you going with my vegetables?" the Droughtanite asked, walking candidly up to him. He cocked his head to the right, interested. "Crop pickup occurs only before work."

"The Law says nothing about not taking extra, however," the young man sneered. Finding his loophole, he shook the potatoes in front of the Droughtanite like a master would to his dog. All of the People were watching with a look of hope, that maybe, just maybe, there would be a way out.

The Droughtanite drew his scythe from a leather sheath on his back. The blade sparkled under the hot sun as he admired its cleanliness and shine.

"Person, what does the third rule say?" He did not take his eyes off the scythe, as his lip curled into a smile, baring a golden tooth.

There was silence. The Person's confidence drained from his face, leaving only paleness in its tracks. No words left his mouth this time. He merely stared at the Droughtanites feet, held out the sunhat, dropped the potatoes into the hat, and held them out to the true master, defeated. All of the People working that had stopped began working, knowing that the Droughtanites grip on the People was still tight.

The Droughtanite took the hat and walked away, but not before confiscating the man's crop vouchers for the week. And cutting off the Person's left hand.

Some of the People considered the confrontation a victory simply because the man did not die. The man whispers the tale in the fields to the People in order to incite some sort of rebellion, but their pacifist nature quells any such nationalist impulse to fight. They remain obedient, despite their depression and unwilling.

And then one day, the Bucket Man said he'd had enough.

-

It was another day in the dry and hot fields for Alexander. He was young, probably around twenty, muscular, and hard-working. The fact he gathered twenty percent more grain and vegetables than any other Person did not please him, but it was in his blood to maximize his potential, despite his meaningless efforts.

"Hey, Person!" a Droughtanite called to him.

Alexander wiped the sweat from his brow and looked over to the far older Droughtanite. Alexander's sharp brown eyes gazed into the Droughtanite's red ones.

"Yes, sir?"

The Droughtanite handed him a scroll with a large brown seal. A crest with a sun in the center surrounding the crown passed on from Desiccus to Desiccus locked the letter.

"You ha…ha…five meen-its to make decision," the Droughtanite stammered, attempting to maintain his posture.

Alexander snickered under his breath. The man was drunk.

Alexander tore off the seal as the Droughtanite fell face first into the dust, laughing and laughing and laughing.

To the Recognized Person:

Your work has not gone unnoticed. The Head Droughtanites and I have found that your Sector has raised and gathered more crops than any other by fifty pounds per month. We request your presence tomorrow at the Well at noon. Your break will be extended to accommodate the importance of this fellowship.

Most generously,

Lord Desiccus V


Underneath the signature was an empty checkbox with "Yes" labeled. There wasn't a "No" box.

The Droughtanite was cackling and wheezing at this point, rolling on the dirt in an uncontrollable fit. Alexander looked up from the letter, not knowing what to think. He clearly had no choice; he had to meet with the King.

Digging out the graphite tucked in the drunk Droughtanite's belt, (which was a struggle, needless to say), Alexander marked the box and tucked the letter back into the belt (which was far harder).

Missing fifteen minutes of work, there was no doubt that it'd be close to make the day's quota. He walked back to his spot in the fields, imagining the possibilities of what could happen at the Well.

At dusk, the People drop their tools in a box before leaving for home. The Droughtanite making sure that the tools are returned then trade the tools for a voucher to receive a meal for the evening. "Meal" is actually an exaggerated term. Leftover vegetables from last season were mashed into a sort of stew. They were allowed a scoop of the stew from a large bowl into their own, small stone ones that they had to carve out themselves.

The People sit around in a fire, as close as possible so they could keep the stew warm, and eat ravenously in silence. The sun set slowly beneath the horizon while the bleached moon climbed the stairs of clouds and lazily lit the bleak evening. Despite the setting, the People were happiest at this time of the day. Alexander looked up from his bowl and looked over both shoulders - not a Droughtanite in sight. A brisk wind ruffled the long and shaggy hair of one far older Person, who began to speak.

"Did you know?" he asked in a muffled voice. "Did you?"

The others, about six of them, looked at each other in confusion, still holding their bowls closely to their mouths.

"Uh…what?"

"Did you know?" he asked again, a little more sternly this time.

The men continued to chew, not paying him any attention. Long years of work probably deteriorated his already old brain.

"DID YOU KNOW!?" he shouted now, causing one Person to drop his bowl.

"WHAT, WHAT DO YOU WANT, YOU CRAZY OLD MAN!?" the Person, the one who dropped his bowl, shouted in response.

Restlessness amongst the People was uncommon until the Droughtanites took over. It seems like every evening, at least one of the camps, there is some tiny dispute that chips away the goodness and the civility of what used to unite the People.

Now the old man is scared, hunched over his bowl, intimidated by the rest of the men around the fire. He looks down, staring at the rock he is sitting on. Alexander sets down his finished stone bowl and crouches down to meet his gaze. Fresh tears are on the brink of erupting from his weary eyes, but as his glossy gaze meets Alexander's, they clumsily crash into the dry dirt. As Alexander reaches to embrace and comfort him, the old man pushes him away, rejuvenated, and stands on the rock.

"TOMORROW MARKS OUR FIFTH HUNDRED YEAR UNDER DROUGHTANITE CONTROL!"

The men around the fire tilted their heads in interest, waiting for more, anticipating more. The old man, arms raised, whirled around the fire for someone to react, but this was not the case. He jumped off the rock and shook his head. He picked up his bowl at the foot of the rock and began to walk away.

Alexander and the other men watched him as he faded into the desert.

No one else said a word for the rest of the night, as if nothing had happened.

-

The next day was just like any other, save Alexander's. His appointment was in six hours. The sunlight crept through the window, (an old shirt from his childhood), and pried his chocolate brown eyes open. He threw off the blanket, (a cluster of old clothes sewn together), and sat up. He scratched his thick head of black hair, rubbed his eyes, and rolled out of his straw-and-hay mattress onto a rug also made of straw. Just like clockwork. He stands on the rug, his head almost hitting the top of the quaint, buffalo leather tent. He slips into wooden sandals lined with sheep skin for comfort before checking outside his window for Droughtanites. Kneeling on the rug, he looks over his shoulder once more, and peeks under the mattress.

Alexander has hidden, a long and elegant, but dusty, Droughtanite sword that a drunken patrolman had dropped a few years before. The People were forbidden to keep any sort of weapon because of the threat it posed, despite their lack of training or probable lack of skill with the blade.

As much as Alexander wanted to drag the sword from its seclusion and admire the ruby-encrusted hilt and the sharp, silver blade, any sort of attention brought to him, or the sword, would lead to nothing other than death. That was not a risk Alexander was going to take. Yet.

Alexander pulled over a sleeveless and dirty white robe that seemed to get shorter and smaller with every passing day and fastened a leather belt around his waist. Tucking in a small canteen, he double-checked the sword's safety and left the tent.

Nothing has deviated from this routine for quite some time.

The dimly lit gravelly path crunched beneath his sandals while the sun threw itself over the horizon, also awakening from its slumber. As a young boy, Alexander was told that before the Droughtanites invaded cobalts and emeralds and amethysts lined the trails instead. They were not objects of value to the People, but gifts of Mother Nature herself for everyone to admire. They were snatched up and replaced with the rubble the Droughtanites left behind. Hundreds of years later, the gravel has almost been grounded down to dust.

Before work, Alexander and the rest of the People go to the Well to wash. The Well is located in the middle of what used to be a flourishing River, with greenery surrounding the area and the occasional deer to sip from the water. That all has been long gone. Now, there is sand everywhere and only a few dead plants remain.

They are limited to three bowlfuls and a filling of their canteen. By the time Alexander reaches the Well, clusters of other People have already came and left. One younger boy splashed a whole bowl of water onto his dirty face. Another ran the water down his sunburnt back. Alexander does the opposite. As he approached the Well, others would scold him for wasting his water. Alexander would take two bowls of his water and splash it against the bottom of the Well. The third one he uses to get an extra drink from. He would not argue with the other men about it, despite how angry they were for his apparent carelessness.

Today is no different. He splashed the water against the Well and gulped a bowlful, and went on his way. He left behind nothing but a damp spot in the sand.

-

Another half-day of digging and attempting to irrigate the water from the Well ended quickly, when a Droughtanite blew the horn for break time. Alexander dropped his best and most loyal friend, his rusty shovel, and took out his canteen in hopes of covering the cracks in his parched throat before meeting Lord Desiccus.

While the other men walked to the circle of stones from the previous night, (the older man was nowhere to be seen), Alexander held the invitation tightly as he trekked back to the Well and dry River. It was no more than a quarter-mile walk. Past the leafless trees and more sand was the Well. Alexander, scroll in-hand, looked around but found not one Droughtanite.

"Was this all a trap?" "Am I about to die?" Thoughts and doubts spun through his head.

He walked closer to the Well, thinking that he just maybe he could swipe another canteen of water. He checked the area again. No one. Reaching for his bowl, he stooped and let the water fall onto his grimy, muddy face. He did not clean himself like the rest of the People.

He had a greater plan in mind.

But without surveillance, maybe being more presentable would help gain Desiccus's favor. He quickly wiped his face with his robe and whirled around, as if expecting an ambush.

Still, no one.

So he reveled in his cleanliness after months…many months in fact, as he poured three, four, five bowls over his filthy body, revealing sharp bronze skin.

"Enjoying yourself?" a deep voice from behind asked.

And there he was. Lord Desiccus the Fifth. In robes glittered with the gems of the tale, with a scepter seemingly welded with only the purest gold.

I'll finish this later. Sorry to Colress and everyone expecting a completed story from me.
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

I feel sad that out of 12 contestants, only four were able to finish their stories before the deadline. I was afraid this would happen, much like the other short-story contests I've seen here, despite the cool prize provided. Ugh, why is it that people enter contests but can't finish what they started? No offense, Serperior and others. ;-;

...then again, why am I complaining? I have a ton of ideas for short stories and I don't even post them on Pokebeach. I should do this more often.
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

None taken. Mismanagement of time. I deserve the hate. :|
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

I know for myself the reason I finished it ASAP was that, since there is such a long period of time to actually write the story, I'd forget to do so. And by the time the deadline came around, well...I'd have to whip something up really fast, so I got it out of the way near the start.

I'm sure I'm not the only kind of person like this.

I'll probably spend some time in the next few days reading over all you guys' stories.
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

This is the first Contest I've taken part in here, so I can't really comment on how the others went, but it is interesting. On one hand, you want to make sure that you give people enough time to write decent quality entries no matter what else they have going on in their lives, but on the other hand, it would be nice to figure out a way to avoid the problems about forgetting like DNA mentioned. I've always been a pretty self-disciplined person, so I knew I would be able to finish in time unless I was hit by a bus, but I do wish more entrants had been able to show something.
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

Yup. That problem's been long running in the Writing Cafe long before Colress replaced Incinermyn. I know because I'm one of the people back when the first short-story contests started. I wonder why the other writers left. ;-;

Oh well, at least new writers replace old ones. ^.^
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

Well, the contest got me to write here; in addition to the short story I posted here, I plan on starting a longer-running fanfiction series starting in October/November. So, it's definitely accomplished at least one thing! :D
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

Colress, just wondering, when does the real deadline for those who submit after September 1 occur? And the voting phase?
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

Just read Artemis's and Lucky's. I have to head out so I'll read Rayne's and Serp's another day.
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

I truly apologize for the delay, but the judging is on hold -- TEMPORARILY.

I am having several private issues, in real life, that I am sorting out, and the moderation team hopes to start judging mid to late next week and have everything wrapped up by next Sunday. In the meantime, I would like each and every one of you to cast YOUR own vote for another member's fanfic. The finalists are as follows:

DNA
Artemis
Luckyfire
Cloudless Rayne
Serperior

Any entries submitted from this point onward are void, and will no longer count.

Since we only have four people, I am seriously considering the prize at this point. As I was expecting a larger turnout, I was going to give away Black 2, alas, we only have four; how would all contestants feel about HeartGold replacing Black 2? First of all, if you live inside the U.S., you are eligible for Black 2, as the game is region-locked to North American DS systems (unless you have a NA DS system and live outside the U.S.). If you live outside the U.S., your prize will be, by default, HeartGold (unless you have a NA DS system).

Would like to point out that the original DS and the DS Lite isn't Region Locked. - Delta
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

Wait, how are the votes cast? Through PM (Private Message) or likes/poll?

Also, noticed you didn't include Serperior's story. Was that intentional because it was uncompleted, or you just missed her story?
 
RE: First Quarterly PokéBeach Short Story Competition (The contest is underway; the application process is closed.)

PM is the preferred method of communication. Just be sure to PM Ice Arceus, Delta, AND myself, just in case one of us cannot log in.
 
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