✮Star struck, a Pokemon fanfic✮

✮21~ Who could I be?✮✅

How do you make the right decisions?
Experience.
How do you get experience.
Wrong decisions.
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I opened my eyes, finding a new surrounding then the one I'd fallen asleep too, I was no longer suspended against the wall but sitting on the ground with another girl in my arms. She was wearing a white dress, heavily damaged and falling to pieces as mine once was and she wore the same silver twine belt that I had. I was wearing jeans with a tight fitting pink shirt and a matching silver twine belt. The girl in my arms was trembling, hugging me in return for the hugs I offered her as my gaze surveyed what to be a similar cell to the one I was really in but we were huddled in the corner. I seemed aware this was a dream, it didn't feel real, it felt fake but at the same time, not. It's hard to explain really.

Both of us were bruised heavily, dirty and clearly underweight. I was running my fingers lightly through the other girls' knotty white hair, mumbling a song under my breath. Just loud enough to be heard buy the girl I was assuming was my friend.

Two little princesses dancing in a row
Spinning fast and freely on their little toes.
Where the light will take them, no one ever knows.
Two little princesses dancing in a row.

I mumbled the song under my breath over and over while the other girl cowered in my arms, trembling in fear. She reminded me more of myself the eyes I was looking though. Was this my memory?

The metal door swung open making us both cringe back. She let out a whimper and buried her face in my shirt. Tyson walked in smirking down at the two of us. I tightened my grip on the nameless girl.

"Hello girls, are you enjoying your stay?" He snickered as his two goons from before walked in behind him. "I hope you are comfortable."

She let out another whimper and cringe back as I let out a hiss. "Go away Tyson, haven't you done enough?"

"Not until I get what I want." Tyson chuckled.

"And what do you want?" It wasn't my voice, it was at a slightly lower pitch and harder and louder than my normal voice.

"Pixie born and Dragon born are not meant to work together. I need to divide the group apart." Tyson shrugged as if it was the simplest thing he had ever said. "It will make things so much easier for me in the future."

"So? What's this got to do with us?" I hissed, holding the girl closer as she refused to look up.

Tyson shrugged. "You and Thomas have become a little to 'friendly' with each other. He wouldn't leave you without a reason, if you were gone for example." He snickered.

I could feel anger and frustration boiling within me and well as fear and concern for this other girl. "Then why don't you just kill me already? She doesn't even need to be involved in this." I nodded to the girl who looked slightly younger hiding further in my arms. "Do what you want with me, let her go, please. She won't say a word." I begged, clutching the girl tighter. Why won't I just say her name already?

"Simple, if we should need the help of the Pixie born at a later date we would need three. The answer is then simple, we need to move the Pixie born to another, the little one for example." He gestured to the girl hiding in my arms. "She is after all, the closest thing you can get to the real thing."

"That won't work." I sneered. "I am the final Pixie born. I bonded with Dream, I and only I can be the final Pixie born. She can't so leave her out of this!" I demanded.