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Ghost walked for a very long time. The road from Tao Village to Alomomola City was sporadic, poorly-kept, and well-beaten; dusty, barren, and ancient. Occasionally a parcel-carrying Pelliper or a load-bearing Doduo would pass him without a hail or even so much as a wave, but no other Pokémon seemed to notice him. Certainly, none halted his steady trudge east. His tie rubbed at his neck as he moved and left a sparse trail of ugly red scales on the ground where he walked. The first day left Ghost reeling on the shores of an enormous lake, where he took advantage of a feast of reeds and brownish water. He slept fitfully, but found he couldn't

 Where can the true spirit of heroism be found? Is it bought by enterprising sorts at the economic paradise of Alomomola Bay? Does it grow from rippling leaves and sturdy trunks, or ooze from the fiery depths of Fortissimo Peak? As it happens, all of these things are true. However, some time ago, something very similar to a hero grew and prospered in the brilliant caves south of the Boneyard. His name was Raoul, and he knew one day he'd be able to see the path. His story began with a couple of Lucario who had traveled together all their lives; his name was Arden, and hers was Hazel. They loved each other very deeply, and it showed whe

twilight throws (Wrote this for my girlie for our 4th aniv it's got some john x kanaya and if you don't ship it well that's your own (stupid jk) choice. it may be based on real events or events that will someday be real jk...or not jk lol) John Eggbert was at his computer typing quickly when he got a message. He rubbed his chin strap beard with his hand and adjusted his glasses. It was his pal Dave but he knew what he was going to do. He moved a strong arm to his mouse and clicked it shaking his head. He knew that he was very desperate, to desperate. Ignorant David did not know that his heart was gonna be broken. But that is how the cookie