What would you do if all your dreams came true? From your deepest wishes of success and grandeur, to your darkest desires of pleasure and spite?
Kayla, a Buneary adventurer one day discovers that she has this very power - the power to make her dream...
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A thick bustle of leaves hung overhead, shielding the night sky from view. A wonder that there was so much woodland in this desert region, where the forest floor was sandy enough to make sandcastles out of. Kayla idly smoothed the edges of the sandcastle she was building, though her waist was itchy from how often she dusted her paws off on her fluff skirt. A drawback for Buneary and this bad habit, that fluff of hers held dirt annoyingly well.
Just as she satisfied those itches, her Plusle companion coughed to grab her attention. "I envy how you're not nervous about this. I mean, this is gonna be a pretty tough battle, ya'know? We could die here," Plusle began, twirling her singular weave of headfur around a digit.
The thought made Kayla look down at her sandcastle. It was impossible to make without one of those novelty buckets, yet she had managed to build it with just her paws. It had a moat, battlements and even a little flag. If she could casually build that without tools to pass some time, she wasn't worried about her skills in battle, no matter the foe.
"I guess I get it. We're doing this, ready or not and whether we like it or not. I kinda wish they'd hurry up so we can get a move on then. In this house, we jump straight into the lava!" Plusle pumped her fist. "But well, that's me. I'm nervous and I can't help it, but what about you, Kayla? You're always being playful 'n stuff, but you're not usin' that as a mask to hide your nervousness, are ya? 'Cos if ya are, you don't need to just 'cos you're our leader 'n all that. I'd feel way more comfortable if I saw you being yourself."
Kayla's gaze turned to her sandcastle again. This isn't nervousness... if I can make this, then I can slam a bad guy into next week. But... dare I ask her what's going on here?
"Are you two having fun there? We're ready, you know," a posh woman's voice interjected. Hopping down from the branches above was a Raichu adorned with a scarf around her neck and a sweatband wrapped around her left ear. "We needed you to be ready at a moment's notice."
"And we're ready. No need to have that attitude. Is the way ahead clear?" Plusle responded, paws on her hips.
"As clear as it'll ever be, but it won't be forever. If we go now, we'll get the jump on that archfiend. Let's go!" Raichu waved for them to follow.
Guess I'll find out. Whatever this 'archfiend' is, Kayla stared at her sandcastle. Plusle chased after the Raichu right away, so Kayla promptly jogged after her.
There were a few bushes to push aside and the sand remained all over the floor. Darkness took over once they left their little clearing, leaving these two colourful Pokémon to guide Kayla. She kept after them with ease, though she couldn't help but slow down once the woodland began to open out. Just outside of the forest was the peak of a steep cliff that overlooked the real desert.
The sand up here was still heaped at her feet, so she could only imagine how deep it was below. Cool winds carried clouds of dust across these hills of pale orange, blurring formations of cacti and the few rocks lodged in ruins. Towering above their level was the main attraction of the desert, and their destination: a pyramid. A perfectly triangular pyramid so tall and wide it didn't fit into her view from this distance, even though she was far away enough that its surface was faded. The clouds and night sky hid the rest.
