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Heaven
Run. Just run.
He stumbled from his home in the reeds, sprinting for the cover of the trees. Fire blazed everywhere around him, licking the air, clawing at his pelt hungrily. The maniacal laughter of the humans filled his ears. An odd, ominous humming followed, and he glanced back.
The humans were cutting through the reeds with weird saws which blades rotated on a conveyor belt-thing on them. 'Chain-saws', his mother had told him. The river was bubbling, drowning as it disappeared. The water level lowered.
A piercing scream filled the air and he forced himself on, forced himself not to look back. At least he could deny it later. If he did not see his family die, he could deny it later. He would survive to deny it later, he decided, running on.
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Weary paws trod on the cracking earth. Their owner, an exhausted Buizel, sighed and pursed his parched lips, ignoring his burning throat and starving belly. His ginger fur was matted and dirty, its waterproofing doing little in this dry environment.
Sounds of merrymaking reached his ears. The Buizel looked up, his vision blurring into focus quickly. A small group of Pokemon was dancing and singing ahead. Quickening his pace the Buizel stumbled into their midst, confused as to why they were so happy.
"Welcome, friend!" A Wiggytuff chirped, waving at him.
"Would you like to sing with us?" A Ludicolo offered despite the raspy condition of his voice.
"Sing?" The Buizel remarked sarcastically. "My throat is dry, I'm starving, tried and way too hot, and I can still be happy enough to sing?"
"Of course!" The Wiggytuff replied. "How can we be happy if we don't make the effort?"
"The humans destroyed my home," the Buizel moaned softly. "I can't feel happy right now."
"Yes you can! The humans did the same to us, but we're not going to let a little depression sink our feelings!" The Ludicolo insisted. "We will not let you wallow in despair, friend! Come on; let's cheer the little guy up!"
The Pokemon started dancing and singing around the Buizel. He lifted his head, staring at the happy faces, the high spirits. These Pokemon, these innocent Pokemon, had similar sad histories, but they were still happy. They still could be happy. They had done no wrong, and they knew it-even though they were driven from their home, they were still happy. They could still find beauty and joy in the simplicities of life. They could still find a sanctuary in a barren desert.
The childlike innocence of these Pokemon touched him, as they danced in circles around him, singing happy tunes. They did not believe in 'giving up'. They did not believe in feeling sad. In a way, they were like children, innocent, happy, willing to make any place their heaven.
If they could be happy, so could he, thought the Buizel.
And he decided to create a heaven for them all, so they could be even happier. A little heaven, away from the humans and their destruction. A little heaven of happiness, of laughter, of carefree sprits. The humans won't come here. They had no reason to. The Pokemon would be safe…and he would protect them.
He moved along with the beat of the music. The Buizel lifted his head and howled to the unyielding sun. Rain clouds started to form and the Buizel dropped to the ground, his energy drained from using Rain Dance. The first drops of moisture landed on his nose, and he opened his jaws, drinking in the rainwater thirstily.
The Pokemon danced in the rain, overjoyed.
Buizel would protect them, protect this little heaven, protect the innocent souls living inside.
