I guess you could say I felt like three things: poems, legends involving the apocalypse ( don't ask me!) and sea serpents. Soooooo..... yeah. Hope you like it! It's a poem with a short story ending.
Gliding through the sea
They might just be the key
To stopping endless night
Stop the endless fright
Milotic, beauty of the world
Flew out of the sea and twirled
Prophesied to stop the dark
Smacked it down with a bark
The legend says,
She swims about, calming the rage of the Earth
However, there will come an anger
Stronger than anything
There is but one who can destroy it
A young one named H......
And that is all that's known
So when the darkness came
People fled
Running around with dread
But one took a stand
And tried to band
The beauties of the sea
They fought and yelled
But to no avail
For the darkness was too strong
But then came along the youngest of them all
Her eyes were glowing
Whiskers growing
And then, and then, and then......
I woke up in my bed in a cold sweat. Whoa... what a weird dream. It was about my Milotic...... Ughhh.... I have GOT to lay off the Thin Mints..... the sugar's..... getting to my head.