Veria smiled across the seat at her little sister, Zara. "Whatchadoing?" She asked her playfully. Little Zara stretched out a small hand and placed it in Veria's. Zara's six-year-old hand was dwarfed in her older sister's 13-year-old hand. Zara smuggled into Veria, her head in Veria's lap, while the older sister stroked her head softly.
As Zara was drifting to sleep, she felt her sister tense.
"What's wrong?" She shoot upright to look of the window of the large van. "No thing." Veria relaxed again and their mother turned to look at her darling children. "We're nearly at the beach." She assured them. "We can get Beau out!" Zara squealed, delighted to think of the cute Cherrim that was her best friend. Her parents had imported Beau from Sinnoh and the two had adored each other from day one.
As Zara relaxed again there was a huge jolt and she screamed as the van holding the happy family and 20pokemon twisted out of control. "Zara!" Screamed Veria, grabbing her sister and pushing her down as the car smashed into the side of the mountain.
Zara was drifting in a haze of pain...
She vaguely heard voices screaming, loud sirens but they were of no importance...
All Zara cared about was to get rid of the awful, horrible pain....
She heard a voice, "The older girl is dead, looks like she saved the little one by sheltering her with her body... these things are so sad" And felt a stab of pain that had noting to do with her mangled body...
But Zara did not understand, her sister could not be dead, it must be all a dream... but why was there such PAIN
And Zara drifted away into the numbing calm shelter of her mind...
Zara was six years old, and she was dead.
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Yet the impossible was happening...
Zara had no pain.
It was safe to breathe again
She ventured out of the shelter of her mind
Zara was drifting...
Zara was waking...