PMD: Stargazer Chronicles

In All Its Glory

Character: Glass Reshiram

Age: Unknown

Year of character creation: 2018

Story: A Reshiram who went insane for unknown reasons. It has attempted to attack heavily populated areas across the planet. After using Candor on it in Abuja, Reshiram's spirit passed into Light, leaving its body and powers solely under the control of an unknown force. It must be stopped, here and now.

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Sand dunes rolled up and down like ocean waves in all directions. Light stared out of a carriage window. On occasion, he angled himself to look back and make sure the Wild Bunch still followed in their carriages. He rubbed his arms and legs where his braces had been and sighed.

If his heart beat any faster, he'd pop something.

Sylveon One leaned against the opposite wall. She didn't even hold her eyes open. He didn't get how anyone could be calm about this at all.

Sawsbuck Huruma confused him too.

Huruma sat along the back door of the carriage. He insisted he'd come along, no matter how many times literally everyone tried to talk him out of it. Sheng promised to keep tabs on him, but that didn't make Light feel any better.

The carriage must've rolled on for four or five hours. In that time, Light's kick of adrenaline wound down. In time, he closed his eyes like One did. Embers in his chest kept him awake.

His eyes snapped open. His heart drummed a little faster out of nowhere.

The carriage slowed down to a quick stop. Light rose to his feet, grabbed his lance, tied it to his back with a small holster of sorts One gave him, and scurried out the back door.

They stopped along the back edge of a sand dune. The sun bore down on them at an angle, just past midday. Light rounded the carriage to see past the dune.

A mess of craters in the sand sprawled for as far as Light could see, for miles. Small rivers of sand ran down at his feet. In the distance, against the horizon, a white ghost of a dragon walked. The edges of its wing wavered and rolled around like flames. A small avalanche of sand tumbled down with every step it took.

Sylveon One and Sawsbuck Huruma came behind him and saw for themselves.

"I don't want to offend you, but, uh, I'm mortally terrified. Can I go back now?"

Light blinked.

Overhead, their Karrablast driver broke out in a sweat. His tiny hands trembled as he vice gripped the wheel.

"This will do, thank you," One said. "Please, take your leave."

"R-right. Bless your hearts. Really..."

As the Karrablast and their carriage rushed back, the Wild Bunch's mob arrived. They formed a long row on either side of them. For whatever reason, all of them knew how to drive carriages themselves. They loaded them chock full of small and large laser cannons.

"You're the Guildmaster," One said. "Our strategy is your call."

"Did Three say what Reshiram's been up to out here?" Light asked quietly.

"Three has been monitoring its activity for quite some time. It stays still, or at least, in a certain area while it recovers from battle. Outside of that, it gorges itself on farmland. She thinks it's been gathering sugar."

"And there's plenty of sand missing here too," he said. "It must have a lot of stamina right now. All we can do is fight, really."

Light turned back. Priniplup Sheng walked to his side from behind.