Me: Hey guys! It's Purpleoceanrose0208 here, back from her hiatus! The rewrite may be crappy so no flames please!
Misty: Yeah. No flames, but constructive criticism is fine.
Me: Where did you come from!
Misty: Your imagination. Now-
Ash: Purpleoceanrose0208 doesn't own Pokémon. If she did, Pokeshipping, Contestshipping, Ikarishipping would have already happened, whatever they are, and Misty, May, Max, Brock and even Dawn wouldn't have left. PR doesn't really like the new season...
Me & Misty: O.O Where the heck did you come from!
Gary: See you all later at the end of this prologue!
Me & Misty & Ash: =_= Here's the story!
~Dawn's POV~
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach so
She ran away in her sleep
And dreamed of
Para-Para-paradise, Para-Para-paradise, Para-Para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
We were beaten up because of our powers. Every damn time. Doesn't anybody think that this hurts? Not even a pity? Every single one of us here felt locked up; locked up like trapped, caged animals at the freak circus, only there for amusement and entertainment.
But when we sleep, it's different; At least to me that is. In our sleep, I dream of many things that were considered 'normal'. This was my only escape from the reality that I had to face when I woke up from my sweet slumber.
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch her in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night, the stormy night away she'd fly
Tears had welled up on my already hazy eyes. They killed her! Those Purple headed demons killed Yellow!
She was the kindest, warm hearted and most reliable one of us all, so why would you even think of killing her in the first place?
How did they know of our schemes of escape?
Not only that, but she was supposed to be our saviour, our hero, the one to get us all out of this horrid place.
We held a secret funeral for her this afternoon; it was set up by Red, Yellow's boyfriend. But what she didn't know was that he was planning to propose to her the night that she was murdered. The day was full of mourning and sadness, especially to Red. I wonder what it's like, losing the one that you love most...
We all took turns in putting something special on her coffin.
Red burst into tears when putting the box that contained the engagement ring he was supposed to give her. It was so hard for us to watch him suffer through all that. She was the love of his life for Pete's sake! I couldn't even begin to imagine a life without the one that I truly loved the most...
I swear I hate the colour purple because of them now.
But we know that she's in a better place now. So that's a good thing. When I placed a bouquet of pink and white roses (*) on her coffin, I left a note that was written in by Red.
"I hope you have sweet dreams when you remember us in your eternal slumber. Remember all the times that we shared together and watch over us, especially Phoebe. Remember that we all love you and do not forget us.
Red."
And dreams of
Para-Para-paradise
Para-Para-paradise
Para-Para-paradise
Oh oh-oh oh- oh oh-oh-oh
She'd dream of
Para-Para-paradise
Para-Para-paradise
Para-Para-paradise
Oh oh-oh oh oh-oh oh oh-oh
"We've decided to run away Dawn. Will you come with us?"
What were they thinking? What was Misty thinking? We were only 8 years old each, and Phoebe's only 3! How do they expect us to survive alone? We were only trainees in the magic world though remarkably experienced... Although no amount of experience would overcome this amount of nervousness.
Hesitantly though, I accepted.
"Good. Pack the stuff you need for the trip. Make sure it's only a back pack full though. We wouldn't want to trouble Ms Maple with our presence"
I looked at Misty in confusion. Who was Ms Maple?
As she probably read my thoughts, she said into my mind very careful of her wording
She's Lady Berlitz's sister.
La la-la la la-la la
La la-la la la-la la la-la la
And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She'd say "Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh I know the sun must set to rise"
Next thing I knew, I was packing my stuff for the morning runaway and brought all the necessary things. These things included large, warm blankets that smelt like lilac and both thin and thick clothes for the journey.
"What are you doing?" A voice growled at me.
I gasped. It couldn't be...
"Lady Berlitz!"
"Yes it is I. Now stop trying to run away. You will never survive out there, even with your friends and certainly not with that kind of experience in your magic element."
"I beg of you don't tell anyone what I am doing. They'll kill me for sure!"
Lady Berlitz's facial softened the slightest. She could see the determination that was etched onto the young child's features. In her mind, she had thought she had seen a younger version of herself in front of her. Reluctantly she gave in, knowing that her sister will take care of them... Until that day comes.
"…Fine. But you have to go now, in order to escape" She told me warningly, "Or else you and everyone else will end up like Yellow."
And so I ran off with my friends- pretending that we were sisters, fooling everyone with our strong bond and avoiding the orphanage. With Ms Berlitz's words still lingering in my head, 'Or else you and everyone else will end up like Yellow', we set off cautiously, attentive of the dangers that lurked through our journey.
This could be
Para-Para-paradise
Para-Para-paradise
This could be
Para-Para-paradise
Oh oh-oh-oh oh oh-oh oh
This could be
Para-Para-paradise
Para-Para-paradise
This could be
Para-Para-paradise
Oh oh-oh oh oh-oh oh oh-oh
And with that, we set off into the real world, to a normal life, to our (hopefully) bright future, and most importantly…
To the freedom I had dreamed of.
(*) - Pink roses mean gentleness, grace, sweetness and joy- describing Yellow
White roses mean purity and innocence.