Alchemia ran. She'd known it was a mistake, sneaking out. Guess she was being punished.
Goddess, she thought, I was just drinking. And as she ran, she stumbled, fell to the ground. Alchemia knew there was no point in getting up. She'd lost her advantage. And in losing that - she'd lose her life. Alchemia rolled onto her back.
Now she looked her pursuer in the eye. A Growlithe. It glared at her with sharp black eyes, wide mouth in a sneer. Lying there, Alchemia wondered what it would feel like when the teeth broke her neck. It was waiting for something though. Close your eyes. Alchemia didn't hear the command, but she knew it anyway. And as soon as she knew what not to do, it was much harder to not do it. She'd been staring.
Something flickered in the back of her mind.
"It will protect you, if you are ever in danger." Alchemia's hand slowly rose to the charm around her neck. The Growlithe growled. Alchemia wished she knew what to do with the red and white ball. As she clutched it, she felt it grow underneath her hand. Her eyes widened.
Blink, the voice demanded. Alchemia refused, though her eyes watered. Why hadn't the man stayed? Maybe then she'd know what to do with his gift. He'd seemed so sad.
Blink! Maybe - the ball was heavy. Alchemia unlatched it carefully, and shoved it foward. She doubted it was heavy enough to feel like anything more than an insect bite though. And her eyes were tightly closed.
If her eyes were closed, why could she see red?
Alchemia opened her eyes. She was not dead - was she? The Growlithe was gone. On the ground beside her lay the ball, returned to it's normal size. Alchemia picked it up, examined it.
On the black strip that circled the charm was the word Growlithe. And Alchemia wondered what the hell had just happened.
Goddess, she thought, I was just drinking. And as she ran, she stumbled, fell to the ground. Alchemia knew there was no point in getting up. She'd lost her advantage. And in losing that - she'd lose her life. Alchemia rolled onto her back.
Now she looked her pursuer in the eye. A Growlithe. It glared at her with sharp black eyes, wide mouth in a sneer. Lying there, Alchemia wondered what it would feel like when the teeth broke her neck. It was waiting for something though. Close your eyes. Alchemia didn't hear the command, but she knew it anyway. And as soon as she knew what not to do, it was much harder to not do it. She'd been staring.
Something flickered in the back of her mind.
"It will protect you, if you are ever in danger." Alchemia's hand slowly rose to the charm around her neck. The Growlithe growled. Alchemia wished she knew what to do with the red and white ball. As she clutched it, she felt it grow underneath her hand. Her eyes widened.
Blink, the voice demanded. Alchemia refused, though her eyes watered. Why hadn't the man stayed? Maybe then she'd know what to do with his gift. He'd seemed so sad.
Blink! Maybe - the ball was heavy. Alchemia unlatched it carefully, and shoved it foward. She doubted it was heavy enough to feel like anything more than an insect bite though. And her eyes were tightly closed.
If her eyes were closed, why could she see red?
Alchemia opened her eyes. She was not dead - was she? The Growlithe was gone. On the ground beside her lay the ball, returned to it's normal size. Alchemia picked it up, examined it.
On the black strip that circled the charm was the word Growlithe. And Alchemia wondered what the hell had just happened.
