The world flew past in a blur of colors. This was her favorite way to get around. Sometimes, when she awoke, there was nothing to do but fly,
wasting all the pent up energy. It felt good. After extended time in her little pink bubble, she would occasionally fly across the waters to the warm place, and other times to the mountain! Every where was an adventure. Her favorite place though, was the big green place, where there was nothing but plants and trees. On occasion, she would run into someone playing. She loved to play.
Today she was not heading for the forest. Looming in the distance, surrounded by a think cloud of black smoke, was the red place. The volcano slowly took up all of her view, and she squeaked with joy. Water shot up, as she flew over the ocean, gaining speed, feeling the wind over her fine pink fur. Within moments, she was shooting up the side of the mountain, barely missing trees, and jutting rocks. She shot over the volcano, and stopped, hovering, admiring the mass of molten rock below. Slowly, she drifted down towards the heat.
A small dot appeared from a crevice on the sides, and gradually grew larger and larger. The dot formed into a large body, with massive wings on each side. A flash of orange zipped past, blowing her away tumbling, and giggling. A charizard, big and ugly, flew in a circle, coming back towards her. The flame on it's tale began to lighten slightly, into a bluish white flame, larger and hotter than before. It rushed at Mew in rage, opening it's mouth wide for a vicious firy assault. Flames burst around mew, and charizard flew past, roaring triumphantly. The fire dissipated to reveal a glowing pink orb, bobbing in the air. It popped like a bubble, and Mew charged charizard, giggling. It headbutted the beast in the chest, and she heard a loud and angry crunch. Charizard flailed in the air, trying to maintain flight, but slowly drifted down towards the fires.
The charizard gasped for breath as it plunged towards the molten lavas and fires below. It knew that falling in would certainly mean death.
Each inhale was a grinding of rib bones inside of it's chest, and every wing stroke an agony. The walls were not moving any closer, but the fires did. Charizard roared in fury, and desperation. It's tail dragged into the fires, and it shrieked again, weakly, before collapsing into the , mew watched, curious why the other one did not want to play anymore. She shortly grew bored, and shot off into another direction, in search of someone else to play with.
