Each Past 「Pokemon Watty Awards 2016」

Chapter 13 ♦ Refuse

♦ Dedicated to mawile_xoxo because dUh this has your favourite Pokemon in it. Something would be wrong with me if I didn't dedicate this to you xDD In all seriousness (when was I ever serious?), you're the best twinsie in the world, as well as a great older sister figure and a bright spot in my life :>> You are amazing--you inspire me no matter what you do, and your writing is the bae. Really. (I wouldn't say the new Shakespeare because well after studying Merchant of Venice I don't really respect him as much oops "orz ♦

Wheeeeeeee I actually didn't forget about this story what a surprise *gasps everywhere*

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❝ Sometimes, we want strength

for good reasons.

If people die because

we are weak,

then being weak is bad.

Thus, we must be strong. ❞

"Two more hours," Jirachi muttered over the roar of the gales that threatened our course through the mid-afternoon sky. "Then, we will reach the forest which you say the Mawile resides in."

I nodded, not wanting to reply—this was still a long journey, after all, and it would be wisest to conserve our energy for when we found our desired target. I'd gathered that she was quite hot-tempered, and we had to save as much mental fortitude as we possibly could.

I felt my wings tiring—they weren't built for endurance, and a dull ache had started to build up in the worn-out appendages. I shed a layer of loose psychic energy with great care, hoping that it would be enough to provide a temporary reservoir of false strength.

Meloetta and Jirachi were worse off—without the natural, inborn ability of flight, they had to depend on their Legendary gifts alone, relying on pure psychic power to get them through the air. All in all, it was best keeping silent.

The sky was a pretty shade of azure, pastel and gentle on our sensitive eyes as white swirls of clouds blocked out rays of harsh sunlight. I could, however, feel warmth settling on my back like a blanket—had the weather always been this nice?

No, I thought to myself, distracted by my mind for a short moment. I've been taking these things for granted. It's just now that I've been able to feel the world's full beauty—and that's because I've been treating myself as one of these plebeian Pokemon.

And it felt good.

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The sound of a falling tree wasn't what we had in mind when we arrived.

Branches splintered, creating an orchestra of crackling noises, and the thundering crash came a few moments later, a slight tremor having been sent through the ground as an aggressive cry filled the air with unspoken triumph.

Closing my eyes, I felt the prescence of a nearby Mawile—to be more specific, the one that we'd come for. It had the same genetic makeup I had remembered—right down to her voice and the very smallest of her cells.