I know what you’re thinking: OH MY GOD SHE’S ALIVE WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ASDFGHJKL--- and I’m really super duper sorry it’s been such a long time since I’ve updated. I got one word for ya: school. It’s been CRAZY hectic. Anyways, at long last, here’s chapter 7! Hope everyone enjoys it!
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Zach burrows through the books and scrolls, sending clouds of dust flying everywhere.
“ACHOO!” I honk loudly, the little particles stinging my nose, “hey, Zach, could you be a little less crazy? I think I’m allergic to dust!”
A huge pile of papers shifts as he lifts his head up from underneath them, the bright blue fin atop his head twitching with excitement.
“Look at all this!” he cries, looking around the room as if it’s everything he’s ever dreamed of, “there’s so much here!”
“We’re here to organize, not catch up on our reading.” I tell him, though I’m very curious about what these scrolls hide, too.
We both pause and look around, realizing this room is a total pigsty.
“Let’s separate this stuff into three piles, to start off with,” I say, scanning the room with a judging eye, “we’ll sort them into ‘books’, ‘scrolls’, and ‘papers’.”
We both shove items out of the way to clear a space in the center of the room. The waterfall continues to thunder overhead, providing a slight sense of urgency that I’m not really sure belongs here.
Zach grabs a book, and I grab two scrolls, and then we start sorting them.
It’s as boring as it sounds.
“So,” I say as I put a paper into its proper pile, “tell me more about the Pokémon world.”
He thinks. “Well, there’s not much to tell,” he finally admits, “it’s probably like any other world out there.”
But this place is so mysterious, so unknown to me, that I press for answers. “Mystery Dungeons? Anything?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know. I’ve never had to explain my world to anyone.”
This makes me pause. How would I explain the human world to Zach? Remembering it would probably help, but still.
We both stop talking as we’re absorbed into our work.
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“Hey,” Zach says sometime later, his voice muffled, “Rose, come take a look at this!”
I make my way over to him warily, because the last time he called me over excitedly it was to look at a book about rocks. All. About. Rocks.
“It’s a journal of some sort.” He tells me when I sit down next to him.
In front of him, there’s a huge book bound with worn, brown leather. The pages are wrinkly and warped. On the front, there’s a large “B” embossed in what looks like a thin sheet of real gold, and below the B there’s a picture of… Something stitched right into the leather of the cover with a faded white thread. I’m not quite sure what the stitched picture is depicting.
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Straight From the Sky
Fanfic[BOOK 1 IN THE CHRONICLES OF ROSE] Rose is a human. Or, at least, she thought she was... Until one day she wakes up in a forest in the Pokémon world, with no idea why she's there, or even how she got there at all. She meets Zach, an aspiring adven...
