The Pure Among us

The Pure Among us

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(DISSCONTINUED) An ancient war ended, a withering world. Lines between fusions and pure, blurred and crippled. one lone girl, the last hope to save everyone from the doomsday lurking just around the corner. . . . This story is about Bea, a fennikin who is the only normal Pokémon left in a small world of fusions. Without the legendary guardians to watch over each region, slowly, the lands have crumbled into the ocean, plants grow dry and bitter, everything's dying. Without another choice, Bea Must travel to what's left of each region and recover pieces to a grand totem. In the end, Bea will have to make a choice. A sacrifice. (slight trigger warning, I guess, there are depressing tones and slight graphic injuries at points. Please keep in mind that I write for fun, depending on my weekly schedule, updates may be slow at certain intervolves but I will try my best to update this story once a week. If anything comes up that puts this story on hiatus, I will let you all know. Thanks for reading ❤)
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The story is set two years after our protagonists ran away from the crumbling building. Borderline depressed, empty, and disconnected, Valen ceased all forms of battling due to a newfound fear for violence and took up a corporate job. Unfortunately, that was not all she stood to lose as a mysterious power affected the Pokemon Centres and Pokeballs to enforce permadeaths. It is as it was foretold: the curtains will not close until a hero is no more. A bit of a warning, it's meant to be a rather absurd, edgy story of how bad things just happen, people are just doing whatever, and how people are pushed to be "saviours", but some may also find it sort of depressing. I've been told that I describe my thoughts in an uncomfortably visceral way which I never realised. So, if you feel sick, please stop reading right away. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Pokemon appearing in the story nor the items (Pokeball, Potions, gym badges, etc.) or moveset and some location (Sunnyshore City) as they belong to Gamefreak and Nintendo. However, all of the characters are mine, with inclusion of an invention (The Flying Flower) and a new territory where the story is set.

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