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Chapter 10
The Oshawott
"What's wrong?" Heather asks.
Dark looks to the right. A slight breeze washes through the room, its cooling sensation welcoming. With it comes a song, sang by the prettiest of voices.
Remember the anger
Remember the pride
Remember the happiness
Remember those who died
Remember to keep the notes and the words.
Remember that one day they'll all form a song.
Remember the ones who died at your hand.
But remember the song of the voices you saved.
Remember the nights you sat there and cried.
For the voices who were lost at your hand came to haunt you.
But those voices killed every ear that they touched.
The melody of their song like the devil itself.
Remember the anger.
Remember the pride.
Remember the happiness.
Remember those who died.
Remember to keep the notes and the words.
Remember that one day they'll all form a song.
Remember the voices.
Remember the sand.
Remember the sinking.
Remember your hand.
Remember the pull of another world.
Remember the knowledge.
Remember... Your hand.
Remember to keep the notes and the words.
Remember that one day they'll all form a song.
The latias appeared from the tunnel. Before I fainted, I heard three final words, repeated without a melody: remember the anger.
Blackness hit me like a wave of warm water. You could feel it, but it didn't hurt.
The Umbreon
Years Ago, The First Of a Series Of Memories Not Remembered
They told me she'd make it.
That was the first thing I remembered.
Then the rest came back with a whoosh.
"What's wrong with Mommy?" I wondered.
"She's very sick," my father told me on the way to the hospital. Of course, he wouldn't tell me why she was sick, or with what.
"When Mom come home?" my little sister, who spoke at age two, asked.
My father swallowed a lump in his throat. "She's not, honey."
"Why?" was my immediate response. But by then we were parked and getting out. My father escaped that question by a thread. Saved by the bell, I believe.
The room was pink, like a carnation. The first time we had visited, she was strong. Her voice was normal, she had all her hair, no IV. The next time she had patches of hair missing and she looked... older. The third time she was bald from the chemotherapy, and her eyes were darkened. Our mother looked very tired. The fourth and last time we'd see our mother in the hospital, she was on life support. She could just barely keep her eyes open, which were black and unfamiliar. She looked way older than her years, and exhaustion dominated her face.
She said she loved us with the last strength she had. Her head hit the pillow with a thump, and her eyes did not open again. She smiled when she died.
The Umbreon
I cried when I woke up. I was on the floor. Before it had been soft, warm, and grassy. Now it seemed cold and unforgiving.
When I cry, you don't hear me. My black fur hides my red cheeks. My eyes are closed. Again, my black fur comes in use because you don't notice the wet tears. I don't sniffle loudly. I breath through my mouth so it sounds controlled.
I jump when I feel a paw on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry I had to show you that. It's the beginning," Latias explains. "You four have a map with weird markings on it, right?"
"Yeah, we do," Carry says. She hands it to the latias, who shows us what the symbols mean.
Apparently, before I was brought here I had drawn this map based on legends and pokemon and people who could travel freely between these worlds. It was called the Impact Map because each symbol meant whether a legendary had little to lots of effect on the world. The symbol meaning the impact was drawn on the pokemon's normal location, so if anyone bad got their paws on this, then they'd know where each legend was... and that could never be good.
Dark's Key Of Impact
X - level one impact
# - level two impact
^^ - level three impact
& - level four impact
* - level five impact
"Now, go," Latias tells us. "And when or if you need help, call the wind..." Suddenly, an incredibly strong air current whooshed through the space, and Latias's form scattered as dust with the wind.
The current stopped.
"Let's get out of here," I mumble and stand up.
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