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Whitney's New Team
Requested by Supertoemon The scene for Ash was great! There laying before him was Whitney’s Miltank. The pink cow-looking Pokémon, had been done in by the combined mud caused by Totodile’s water gun attack and Pikachu’s thunderbolt attack. Whitney stood there, mouth wide and aghast by the whole thing. Yes Ash had finally beat her, and with sheer wit too. But this was no celebration to her, oh no. This was personal. She wanted to cry, but she knew that it wouldn’t be right, she had a reputation as a gym leader to consider. That’s when it came to her… She returned her Miltank, and walked up to the teen. “That was some mighty fine battlin’ there Ash! Here you go, the plain badge,” she tells him, as she presented her badge to him. Ash gladly accepted it, his friends afar watched on with joy. They were fellow gym leaders, but they were from the Kanto region, like Ash here. “It looks like I might need to make a whole new team,” she says aloud. “Nonsense! Your Pokémon
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Lullaby 1 - Dream Stalker's secret Appearances
'The Dream Stalker appears out of shades, he comes in twilight, waits in your daydream.' A world, a mountain, at the same time a city. The masonry slowly grew up as a huge plant, crisscrossed with rooms and technology, a city, yes, bizarre and yet the nest of diversity. It was night all the time. Above, one looked into the vastness between many worlds, all colors shimmering from the mysteries out there. An unexplored beauty. There was no more natural light here. But the upper levels of the city-world 'Lullaby' obscured even the view. At the bottom: A young man in elegant robes strode down a dirty, wet street. People lingered at its edges. Haze, mist and spicy smoke were in the air. People were drinking, making conversation in hushed tones, or 'spouting' rumors. Mendacious gossip as passengers of musty ships emerged from the mouths of the heedless, their breath inflating the sails - their journey led in every direction. The young man was lost in daydreaming. He was a
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prayer of the broken mother
i whispered your worth in the dark places i carried your bones in the sky far below the place where God sits and the souls of children weave star lilies in the wild after. the soft touch of fingers ghost over your eyes while you sleep and this lullaby pours from my lips a song i have sung before to different ears than yours a spell of my own making self-taught wisdom and the memory of sweeter hands lifting me from the deep this prayer is born in a place of silence and scars. oh Father, forgive me for I know the darkness well let me walk through the valley of shadows but bring this little one beneath my lullaby close against your heart.
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Very Nice C: