light; my burden to bear.

[brandon.]

Light. Light belonged to the land and was the burden of the hills that it fell upon. Light. Light was springy and bouncy; it bounded from one thatch of grass to the next without so much as a backward glance, perhaps it was just fickle that way. Light. Light was the eternal wellspring of youth and pumped vitality into the frailest, oldest of environs. No matter how ancient the mountains were, they came to life the moment the first supple rays of the day fell upon them. Light. Light was the most stubborn of the natural forces and never faded like the wind even though it was twice as fickle, but instead found new ways to burst forth into crackling life. There was lightning that split open stormy skies and let heaven’s tears fall freely to the begging earth and then there was moonlight that fell in soft beads of night sweat. Where lightning was fierce and unforgiving when it touched you, moonlight was delicate and gentle when it came upon you. Lightning destroyed and moonlight healed. They were opposing forces, but apart of the same, greater whole. Of course, there was sunlight, the one that brought about life in the first place. The force that encouraged growth and nurtured spirits from within. A trinity, a trinity. Light.

Nettle Dew understood these facts of nature well; they were the things that kept her alive, after all. To question them would be to question her life and there were creatures far cleverer than she to do all of that. She was content to simply accept the sun’s bounty, fear the wrath of lightning and it’s cold fire, and listen to the sweet symphony of moonlight’s dance. There was almost a soothing peace to it all, her acceptance of the natural world’s architecture, and with her mind free from questions of existence and whether or not her life bore any meaning, she could wander from place to place, frolicking as she pleased. Yes, to frolic would have been ideal and had she not been blessed with her current state of turmoil, she would have been off doing just that, but as it was, this was not the case and she was quite upset. At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to question the Gods that had dealt her this terrible fate and to knock from its pedestal, the trinity that she had so worshiped and lived by.

As a creature of the land, she was bound to the light. She could not escape it any more than she could run away from the fact that she was a Budew. But somehow, somehow, somehow it all seemed so unfair! What had she done to bring down the fury of lightning upon her? Still, her singed petals , the ones that grew above her head, could feel the burning sting it’s cruel minions had left her with just two days before. Already, they were healing, but the mark she bore on the inside would never heal; broken hearts seldom do. Her tender senses were still clogged and blurred by the choking, acrid smell of smoke, but that did nothing to cut her free from the stabbing pain she felt each time her thoughts dared trespass near the terror that had befallen her two nights prior.

The memories came like the creeping darkness of night, slowly assailing her mental faculties and dragging her beneath the tide of her own sadness until she could no longer suppress them. The hungry drops of rain, she could hear them again as if they were still falling–which they weren’t. And the lightning that webbed across the sky, weaving a beautiful snare for the Gods, she had been so sure. But then, she had been so sure of many things then. Large, wet tears pooled in her black eyes and fell along her cheeks, wiping away the grime and sooth of a recent fire. Behind her position in the meadow where she sat surrounded by flowers and grass were several yards of devastated forest. Charred trees jutted up from the ground, blackened reminders of light’s fickle nature, and the ground was still smoking. Pine needles were melted to rocks and the scent of death hung over the area, over Nettle Dew’s head.

Her mother and father, both Roselia, had been snatched by the fire’s angry tongue and only she had managed to escape hell’s wrath. And only because she had disregared her mother’s warning about sleeping in the meadow. That evening, she had gone out to be beneath the stars, entangled in the embrace of more light in hopes of catching the first sunbeams as they peaked over the mountain tops before anyone else could! How she had loved to be in the light. To dance in it, to soak it up in hopes of becoming a Roselia one day. Light makes us beautiful, her mother had whispered to her on more than one occasion. Treat it with kindness and respect and it will make you healthy and happy. Nettle Dew had not for one moment doubted her mother’s words and had taken them to heart with a sincere fervor not unknown among the young. Light. Light. Light.

So beautiful, the light was as it fell in rippling waves over the meadow, casting the forest into shadow and seemingly trying to make amends for the damage it had caused. But Nettle Dew was not fooled, not anymore. The truth had come out in a blazing hellfire of revelation and the nature of light was now etched across her heart in seething, burning pain. Two lives gone out in the blink of an eye, two stars snuffed out in the night sky. She felt numb now, as the sobs ceased to wrack her small body, and it was a good thing because at least now she had a chance to sleep. She had not done so since it had happened, an irrational fear gripping her each time her lids grew heavy. The last time she had let herself be carried away into blissful slumber, smoke had snapped her instantly awake and orange embers had brutally assaulted her eyes. The last thing that she could stand at that moment was an angry orange fire ravaging her homeland, again.

She rose to weary feet and wandered away from the deathly quiet forest, advancing with mincing, tender steps, toward the gurgling brook she new to be near. Once upon its banks, she slipped into its cooling waters, hidden in the shade of a large boulder, and let the fingertips of the current wash from her body the soil and sullenness of her somber circumstance. But it could not heal the wounds she had suffered on the inside.

Light. Light was the greatest destroyer she had ever experienced in her short life. Light. Light was the most ruthless killer she had ever witnessed in her life. Light. Light had made her an orphan and a vagabond all in one night. Light. Light...

Again, and again, the word echoed within the depths of her mind. She shut her eyes, her tears mingling with the water that mulled about her body as if it were a lump in the stream’s throat, and tried desperately to silence the chorus of her mother’s voice. Futility. Just another thing she would have to grow acquainted with, naturally. The voices kept growing in number or, rather, the same voice kept getting multiplied each time it ricocheted off one of her stray thoughts, and there was little to nothing she could do about it.

Light... Light... Light...

“Is a murderer,” her voice added while she slid out of the water and collapsed on its banks, staring defiantly upward into the waning evening sun. Almost immediately, she felt it slipping into her body, fortifying her energy reserves, trying to make her into a traitor.

As a creature of the land, she was bound to the light.
A prisoner in a body that needed fuel.
She hated the light.
And someday it would make her beautiful and deadly.

[toklo]

Flora looked up at the sun. She to new the fact of nature well. Flora ocked up warmth from the sun. Bright, yellow orange. Light was a burden to all pokemon. Precious warmth. In some places known to create fires. She hated fire. Flora saw bushes all around her. She then saw another budew. sh walked over to it.
"Hello. I'm Flora." Flora said shyly. On all first impresions she was shy. Soon Flora tpped a bit closer. she was now about 5 feet away from the other budew. flora looked up again but only for a moment. She fllowers blooming and oran, sitrus, peacha berrys growing. Flora melled weet sent. She wasn't fooled. Might have been created by another grass type. She had heard legands about Diala and Palika. though sh didn't know who or were they ere. all he knew ws that they created this world.

[brandon.]

Eyes stained by the passage of tears turned cautiously toward the interruption. When she saw that it was one of her own kind that had stolen in upon her most private of moments, her connection the world she had once inhabited grew dimmer and she felt the distance between the being she was now and the being she had been before grow greater. Did this creature, the one that had crept out of the cracks in her perception, have no sense of pity? Did it not know when pain was to be kept private and out of the sight of others? Nettle Dew grew angry, but soon expended what little emotional energy she had left. Listlessly, she lay upon the ground staring at the new Budew, knowing by some trick of instinct that it was a female like herself and wondering why it was even bothering with standing here, and prayed that it would soon be gone so that she could better make her angry promises at the world. She needed quiet to cultivate her hatred; she needed isolation to sow the painful seeds of bitter resentment in her heart; she needed the complete and utter desolation that came with loneliness to feed the hordes of darkness that were brewing in her spirit, now tainted by loss.

She wondered, dejectedly, if perhaps she had been quite that happy before two days ago. Had she been that blissfully ignorant to the world around her? No wonder she had been so ruthlessly mutilated inside and out by fate; she had been but the most helpless of buds waiting to be torched by the full intensity of daylight, hadn’t she? The Budew, Flora, was it, was the picture of everything Nettle Dew had been and had lost: innocence, beauty, hope. Oh. Was she hopeless already? With a harsh eye, she turned her inspections inward and checked over the meager stock held there. Yes. Quite without hope. Only out of pure spite of the world did she cling desperately to life, in hope that every day she spent beneath the sun would slowly disentangle the world from its childlike stupor. Her existence had become a metaphor seemingly overnight and she but a figment of some creature’s imagination. If there were ever an embodiment for having lost everything, she was it.

Her black gaze was as cold as the waters she had just bathed it. The hard-fought lines of fatigue and utter emotional devastation lay across the ravaged planes of her emotional landscape, in plain sight for those caring and compassionate enough to look. Her pretense had been stripped from her with all the flair that light was capable of. They were proud creatures, those of the Budew, Roselia, and Roserade families, and by their very nature vain. Pretense came as easily to them as flight came to Pidgey and other creatures of the sky, and now without it, she felt lost. Fitting, since she didn’t have the slightest bit of grass left to her name or anything in the way of friends or a home. She was an outcast who had been thrust into the open glare of the sun where she’d been drenched in light and baptized in fire.

Rudeness sprung suddenly to her tongue and she wanted nothing more than to lash out and perhaps inflict a little bit of the pain she now felt upon the other Budew. If only to alleviate a little bit of her own hurt, she would have quickly struck the other Pokemon, but something inside held her back and soothed her vexed ire. It would have been so easy to implant a verbal barb in Flora and to twist and twist it until she screamed for mercy, but Nettle Dew soon grew weary of that thought. This new life was still fresh and it would take some time, she was certain, to grow accustomed to such vicious thoughts. Reluctantly, she wondered if she was in fact cut out for this life; could she harbor such strong and hateful feelings without feeling ill as she did now?

If there was ever a time for doubt, now was such an occasion because once she comitted herself to the path she had been so adamant in walking just a few moments ago, there would be no turning back. Perhaps a cautionary expedition would be in her best interest, her wary mind reasoned. Some part of her, beneath the miles of charred tree bark; burnt shrubs; and sullen ash, wanted to reach out and return the cheerful greeting. In her past life, she had been quite happy and outgoing. Past life. How funny it seemed to her to think of it as such now. How frightening it was to think about how easily she called it such and tossed it aside. Then again, few things seemed foreign when everything was foreign.

“Leave me alone.” A meek and childlike voice came unbidden from her lips. It wavered, unsteady from exhaustion, and grew dull with each syllable, but there was a firm resignation to it. The only thing that this creature could do for now was let her be. Before she asked if it had witnessed the caranage that had torn her life limb-from-limb and if she had, why had she lived instead of her parents? Had this intruder experienced such a loss? Where once may have been a kind, caring heart willing to heal was now only a blackened lump that throbbed painfully at the slightest thought of the past. Pain that begged a weakening Nettle Dew to unleash it upon the female Budew. It would have been easy, far too easy, in her current frame of mind and several times the words jumped to her tongue only to be batted away by last minute inhibitions.

“I do not wish to speak to you.” Hardened black bits of glass narrowed into glinting shards as they watched Flora sniff the air, seemingly taking in her surroundings. Nettle Dew wanted none of it. None. Did she smell the smoke? Did she enjoy it, her mind insidiously inquired while her temper rose. Smoke was all that she could smell and her world had long since collapsed into a grey, dismal fog of pain and numbness. She measured the hours in how often her aching body throbbed and begged for relief. Flowers were no longer appealing to her and she wondered if they would ever be so again. Devastation and rot were going to be her constant companions in the not quite so distant future and already the scent of death and decay clung to her. Why had this disgusting, wretched thing come over in the first place? A furious wrath coiled dangerously tight in her chest and venom crept into her petals.

Such fickle unawareness! Nettle Dew suddenly became thankful for the fire. It had awakened her to just how revolting she had been. Complacent, ignorant! In this place, where she had played, loved, and lost so dearly, a mirror image to herself was happily taking in the scenery. Jealousy–that she might never again be able to view the purity of this place again–rose within her and she could no longer restrain her temper. With quick, jerking movements, she came to her feet and honed her sharp, coal black eyes laced with anger and hate upon the other Budew. “You do not belong here! You do not belong! Leave! This moment!” Her voice was high, shrill, and shaking violently, but she did not care. Angrily, she pushed herself at the female, as if that might make her vanish in a cloud of dust and glittering embers.

“Do not return,” she growled darkly. “There is nothing for you here.” With an unflinching and unfaltering hate gleaming in her eyes, she backed away from Flora and sat upon the grass, spent from her efforts and panting heavily. Crystalline drops fell from her eyes, moistening the already damp grass, but she was unaware of them. Her entire body felt to be a single, aching throb. Not even the soft whispers of the water behind her registered. But her eyes were clear and lit from within by a flaming, blazing resentment for life and all of the happiness it bore.

Not that she cared.

She no longer had a use for happiness; or friendship, for that matter.

[Sephalesh]

Darkness. That was the entire world. Everything was Darkness. Darkness. Shadow. Life. Was their a difference. Life began in darkness, in the fertile womb. Life was recovered, in the shadows of the night, during sleep, or during rest. Shadow meant protection, and Life, to those who traveled and were hated by everybody. Nomads survived on this essence of life.

One such Nomad, swayed with what little strength she still had. Being A rare pokemon in this world, she carried a bundle of leaves to her chest. Each delicate step, each little movement, almost brought her down to blissful oblivion. Blissful Oblivion in darkness, but she couldn't, not yet. Her purpose was not yet done, but ohh beautiful oblivion. If only she had joined her family in that final great sleep. A tear slid down her Grey cheek. Her entire family had been killed, so easily, by light, by shadow, by every kind of death. She could still hear those angushed screams, screaming for mercy, while dear alex. . . Dear alex played, innocent of those deaths. Alex, her brother, sleeping peacefully in her graceful arms.

Her foot caught something. She didn't even have the strength to scream. The ground closed to her eyes, and she felt pain, before everything went black. It wasn't eternal, but it was oblivion. her chest rose gently, and deflated along the same. A golden jewel peered out from the center of her chest.

The bundle she had been holding, slipped, and rolled down a small slope. The grass fell away, revealing a small pokemon just waking from a deep slumber. Dull lifeless eyes peeked out from opening eyelids. They payed no attention to the two budews that the creature had landed by. A blank smile revealed itself on the small pokemon, as the leaves peeled away. The smile seemed permanent, and combined with the dull vacant eyes, made the pokemon appear uncaring of the world around it. Those eyes didn't focus on anything, not even the pokemon's sister. The sister, who had carried this pokemon so far, was still at the top of the hill sleeping from exhaustion.

There was no effort in Alex's movements. While his sister was exhausted, he had just woken from a deep sleep. His belly called out for food. His feet placed themselves in front of the other clumsily, making Alex move in a waddle. He waddled past the first budew, flora. He waddled past the second the second budew, Nettle Dew. he waddled to a berry almost as large as himself. Alex fell down to a sitting position like when he was in the ball. Vacant eyes stared out on either side of the pokemon's head, betraying no emotion, betraying no intelligence. An infinite smile formed the only hint of emotion, but that never moved. Behind Alex, was a path dragged out by feet to big for his small body, broken leaves, and dead flowers. That endless smile opened up to a row of razor sharp gleaming teeth. the berry seemed to shrink back from that gaping maw, but Alex made no move to eat it.

Instead, a sweet innocent voice issued forth from that deadly maw. "Light. Light. Light." Alex's head swayed to the left then the right, then back to the left, as a metronome to an invisible song. "If light kills?" Alex asked the world, head tilted to the right. The voice never changed, like the eyes, or the smile, which had now turned into a deadly grin. The world seemed afraid to answer this dull pokemon, Maybe it had a reason, for this baby of a pokemon seemed unnatural. "Then kill the light." It finished, tilting it's head back to the left to that invisible song. Juice flew everywhere. Skin tore at the insistant teeth. The berry that was as big as Alex was gone in seconds under his skillful mouth.

Alex got up and turned around before falling back to his rump. The vacant eyes saw nothing, the endless smile expressed nothing, Alex's mind felt nothing, yet. . . yet, the pokemon faced the budews, mainly Nettle Dew. It's eyes searched nowhere, yet it knew much more than it appeared to know.

[toklo]

Flora looked kiond of sad right then. She wanted a friend but this budew simply did not want to be friends. Fora just walked away. Leting out tears as he went. Sh thought about hr family, about the fire that killed them. all four. mom, dad and her two brothers.

[brandon.]

A foul, odorous presence crept upon them. Nettle Dew had no time for the childish sadness Flora seemed to be feeling; she was certain that the other Budew had not the slightest inkling of what true sadness was and therefore could not bring herself to feel sympathy for such a pitiful and unaware creature. No, Flora was a simple trifle in Nettle Dew’s life, certainly the pest had not meant to ingratiate herself in Nettle Dew’s graces. Certainly not. An annoyed frown took possession of Nettle Dew’s face even though it pained her, the strain it took to pull such an expression, and she cast it at Flora’s back like a stone, bidding her a brusque good riddens without even opening her mouth. Goodbye, needless creature, she yearned to say. Enjoy your frivolous existence in the company of a being who has patience for such vacuousness! Her patience was waning even as Flora excused herself, as if the other Budew could not make herself gone fast enough. Nettle blinked and then nodded solemnly to herself. That was exactly the case: Flora could not be gone fast enough.

Annoyance soon burned itself into a passionate hate as Nettle Dew looked around for an actual stone to send after Flora, an actual manifestation for all of the pent up anger and frustration she felt in her situation. Nothing would have pleased her more than to see Flora catch afire and burn for her impudence. To smile on a day like this! Of all days! A wrench pain tore across her abdomen, snaking upward toward the top of her buds where it exploded into a white-hot rain of agony. Her vision grew blurred and she again recalled the choking black and grey smoke that had stolen life from her family, her home. A fizzing, crackling picture met her eyes as she attempted to get them to focus, to little avail. Life teetered precariously over death within the endless black depths of her onyx orbs as her heart beat erratically in her chest.

How could this possibly be fair? She had already been robbed of so much and even now, her right to be angry was being taken away too? How was she to live if she could not even indulge in the seething, burning fury within without getting ill? Glaring eyes, fogged by pain and made glossy by regret, turned from Flora’s back to the strange creature that had emerged from the forest. When she had first glimpsed its eyes, she had felt her very soul go cold and quiet, even the churning fires of hate and despair had faded to mere flickering lights in the wind when met with the boundless fields of utter emptiness encased within the eyes of the stranger. Nettle Dew had not once seen him and it coaxed a bit more anger out of her, the fact that her home was being invaded by strangers.

No. No. No. Not home. Former home, wasn’t that right? She had resigned herself to hating the light and had broken from all that she had been to become something new, something stronger. Without purpose and without a family, but stronger with each passing ray of resplendent sunlight. What could she do with that strength, she had wondered. When there was no one important to her with whom she could share her beauty, what could she do with it? A blackened leaf shed from her bib, slipping to silently to the ground as she found herself staring soullessly into the creature’s strange eyes.

Hate flared hot and ready back into her eyes, overcoming the stupor the pain had pushed her so callously into, when she saw it was smiling. Smiling. Smiling. Just a slight twitch of the lips and her scowl could have been a smile too. It didn’t take much, just a little slipping of the tension and she would be all smiles and laughter and a lot like Flora. Nettle Dew rose to her feet, finding new strength where the old had gone, and pushed herself into the creature’s strange face. “Do not smile! Do not smile! Nothing is good here! Nothing!” It did not make any sense! It made her heart ache painfully and longingly for the past, but Nettle Dew squelched the softening tenderness of it all. The past was gone, caught sleeping by the fire, and all that was left to her were the aching days left on this planet. But the smiling she could not endure even with all of her resignation to a dark, pitiful fate. Smiling in this place, she would not allow. How could they be so cruel? How?

Tepid tears swelled in the corners of her eyes as she grasped frantically in her mind for some scrap of control. All that she found were frayed ends and destructive thoughts. Rip its maw off if you have to, Nettle Dew, the voices coaxed sweetly. Tear its limbs from its body and beat it with it, another whispered while cackling above all the others. She found a disturbing calm listening to all of her inner inclinations and volitions, as if listening to them told her some great cosmic secret. For certain, they gave her all that she needed in order to deal with this beast.

At first, it had disturbed her to hear it speak of the contents of her own heart and mind. She had been unnerved to the point of silence, even ignoring Flora’s presence to stare in abject horror, when it spoke again and again of light. But the fear had since vacated the premises of her mind and left only a cool indifference that had swiftly been turned into a scathing dislike. This creature was a loudmouth, not a mystic. It was a disrespectful mongrel with no place of its own to go! And what did that make her? Her gaze was black. Black and blunt and she pressed it boldly into the endless depths of the beast’s eyes, staring into oblivion and daring it to take her. She had no place to go either. She was no better than this creature. She was humbled. And had no reason to fear it.

Eerily, she felt a sense of companionship around it, and with only a disgruntled huff, she pulled away and waddled shakily off to the side, staring into the water and wondering if drowning was really the answer to all of this. When left to her own thoughts and musings, it seemed so clear that she would hate life and light and the sun and all of that. That she would go on each day with her head held high, taking from this world all that she needed and wanted, without apology; the world owed her something! But first Flora had made her question herself by bringing up the dirty, ashy thoughts of the past. They were dismissed easily enough, Nettle Dew was thankful she had enough hate to burn up those sickeningly sweet images. But now this beast made her wonder.

Could she go on each day with no life in her eyes? Was she ready to forsake all that she had once lived for and take on the mantle of lifeless oblivion? Her reflection danced in the waves of the brook and she frowned down at it. She was still filthy and grimy, but there was little she could about it now. Not when the strange wanderer was still loitering about. Kill the light, it had said. Kill the light. Slowly, she turned to face it and scowled as fiercely as she could though she knew it would do no good. She had already seen the maddening blankness to be beheld in its eyes.

“Kill the light? No beast can kill that which doesn’t live, creature.” Nettle Dew sneered and gave it a scathing, sharp glance before facing away, back to the water; her heart was still far too tender for her to face the forest.

“But you are smiling. Maybe you know something I do not.”

[Sephalesh]

Alex stared in no direction at all. He just sat there, with no purpose in his vague eyes, as Nettle Dew went through a commendable series of mood swings. His plump body didn't move an inch as the budew moved about in a way that could only be called pacing. She stopped eventually to ask a simple question. Say simple words. “Kill the light? No beast can kill that which doesn’t live, creature.” The words flew past Alex, simply sound on the wind. His eyes still showed no emotion, no intelligence. “But you are smiling. Maybe you know something I do not.”

This time, there was a responce. both eyes, on both sides of his head, swiveled forward instantly, staring towards Nettle Dew. His smile didn't change, and his vacant expression never did, but his eyes had moved, focusing on something, apparently Nettle Dew, but somehow not.

Those blank lifeless eyes that searched out unseeing of the world around them, saw past Nettle Dew. They saw through Nettle Dew and all she was, all she could be. They saw through her very soul, Those lifeless eyes peirced her very being with an emptiness so profound, so empty, that Oblivion seemed a frail comparison. Those blank eyes seemed to cave in on themselves endlessy, being an endless fountain that was filled with everything, yet was still empty, still needing more, yet never enough, yet still never enough. Whatever Nettle Dew desired to hide from this pokemon, if anything, was already devoured by those purely empty eyes, seeking something besides her.

Ont the hill behind Nettle Dew, in front of Alex, a faint stir of movement. A seemingly puddle of shadow coughed, and forced itself up on shaky arms. It resembled alex in every way, except it was taller, more lithe, every movement graceful to Alex's ugliness. It was Alex's sister. Her body beckoned for more oblivion. Sweet lovable oblivion, but Alex beckoned in his own way. She looked to where she knew her brother to be, and saw a budew squarely blocking her sight. She pushed at the ground, which heaved back, against her feeble strength. She tried to kneel, but the ground heaved against her pushing against her with it's warm fuzziness. So peaceful. Sweet oblivi-No Alex needs me.

A long claw scrambled forth in the grass finding hold where it could, pulling the exhausted mass forward, ever forward. Another flung out, finding purchase on more earth, pulling forward, ever forward. Her body slowly made it's way, dragging itself forward, ever forward. Alex was that forward, despite all of his vacuous expressions. Her brother was the future, moving forward, ever forward.

Alex seemed not to focus on His sister either, his gaze, his world ended where she was, everything that was, was. The smile opened agian, revealing row after row of teeth, covered in red stains. Berry juice, hinting at something more. That sweet melodious voice sprouted forth again, although to no apparent effort of Alex. It was an innocent child's voice, coming from the face of nothing, of a row of teeth, certainly not from a living being. "Time comes, Time goes, Light Comes, Light goes." His head didn't tilt to some invisible force this time around. It was a compass and his sister was true north. It could not shake when it had such a focus. The words played at subtle meanings which could have meant everything, but undoubtedly meant nothing. What sense could come from nothing. The voice continued, with barely a pause. "Through Space, Through Light, The shadows take flight." The voice continued in it's sweet melodie. A stark comparison to those red stained teeth.

His sister was half way there, when her strength failed her again, falling back into oblivion. Singly, Sweetly, lost in Oblivion. She would come out eventually, back to the unending tears of her life. Another drop of water fell from her eye, which the ground sucked up hungrily, always hungry for more in the cycle of life.

Alex's eyes swung back to their original the place, instantly, the moment his sister lost consciences. Those dull orbs stopped their piercing of Nettle Dew, releasing her from any hold they might have had on her. The little pokemon didn't notice anything around him. back to the basics of life. His voice started again, after the breif moment his eyes took to swing back to their original positions. "Space. Time. Light. Space, Time, Light, Break one. . ." The pokemon finished, mouth closing again into that never ending smile. His eyes never blinked, and never saw, and they failed to notice anything that happened around them, yet. . .

It had responded. Or maybe it just spouted words. It was impossible to tell.

[toklo]

Flora hated that other budew. sheswiftly turned around and stomped back to it.
"look. my WHOLE family died in a wild fire. fire gives of warmth and light. but how can anyone control it? it's a wild fire. i can also see that you had a bad or sad past to ok. it's gone. i got over it. let the past be the past. think about what your going to do. if i where you i wouldn't go jumping off a cliff to see if i could go back in time. i'd think or do something that benifits for my future." Flkora knew light. she asn't going to let this other budew get away with being sad and hateful at her. it only nade things worse.

[Sephalesh]

(Sorry brandon. It was fun, but it's been a few months, and I even Pmed you. See some other time. Leaving with Alex.)