Well, here I am. It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm trying to get back off Hiatus, but it's rather hard. Quite some time ago my computer crashed and I lost all my files. That set me back on any progress I had made on any fanfiction I've been working on. I've been thinking of quitting and taking down Kiba's Love, as... well, it was written quite a few years ago, it's poorly thought out, my character is a mary-sue, and there's no ending. I might just write up something simple for the ending and leave it at that, but I don't know. The Green Journal is something I intend on finishing, I really like my character and how I've been writing it. Yet I've lost the file for that as well, and I'm not sure on how to go about re-writing twelve chapters of shit I had written. Anyway, I will be continuing that later. As of right now, my laptop has broken, and I cannot retrieve my files until it gets fixed, a cost of over 200 dollars. Money I don't have, as I owe over 2000 dollars in college and loans from my parents, as well as crashing my car and needing another one. I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism recently, and that explains much of my memory loss for these fictions. Currently I am trying to actively work on The Seeds Of Sadness, and decided I needed to stop neglecting my writing. As you can see, I've improved quite a bit. I've even gotten quite a few chapters written, and over the next few days, I'm going to try and upload them here for your enjoyment. A special thanks goes out to u/3654042/Songbirds_Spirit Songbirds_Spirit for being the person to get me off my fat ass and writing again.

Enjoy :3

Krissa trudged through the mud. Even though she got to see the legendary Zapdos...Even though she had met this stranger...Her hike had been a flop. Her head still hurt, though some of the bruises and aches had lessened, she was still soaking wet. "Ill probably get a cold now..." She muttered. As she walked, she noticed several Pokémon watching her curiously...a Paras, a Weedle...Bug Pokémon mostly...But wait. A black flash had crossed her line of vision. A pair of yellow eyes peered at her from inside a tree trunk. She narrowed her eyes and continued walking. Hopping over a little river she continued walking, following the river like the stranger had told her to. Which brought to her mind the fact that he apparently didn't have a name...So what should she call him, then? She couldn't just refer to him as the 'stranger' and yes, she was certain it has a 'him', obviously it was a he, and the voice was too...too boyish. He couldn't have been too old, but he was old enough to live on his own. As she thought, more movement caught her eye, and she laughed in surprise. Out of the shadows walked the Umbreon she had seen earlier. Was it following her? She shook her head and watched it. It sat on its rear and looked at her...almost wisely, she noted. Seemingly it smiled and ran off. "Hey! Come back, you!" She ran after it, dodging trees and jumping over bushes. Yep, this outfit was ruined. Mud splattered on it, kicked up from her boots and one too many falls had her thinking it really needed to be dry-cleaned. She pushed through some brambles...and arrived at the gates of Celestic town. Sighing, she walked through the gates and over to her house, located right in the far corner of the town.

Pushing the door open she trudged inside.
"Krissa Evangeline Micheals! Where in the world have you been? I was so worried about you!" Krissa's mother, now to be known as Mrs. Micheals stood in the stairway. Her hair was mussed and she held her hands on her hips. "Uhm...Morning mum!" Krissa said. Mrs. Micheals tapped her foot. "Answer the question, where have you been? I told you to be back before lunch! And you're back before breakfast...the next day?" She walked over to the kitchen table and sat down, putting her head in her hands. Krissa walked over to her mom and put a hand on her shoulder. "Its all right, mum, I didn't get lost or anything...I just kind of..."
Mrs. Micheals looked up. "Kind of what? What could you have possibly been doing that caused half the town to go out looking for you? What could you have been doing that made me worry so much? I had to send a message to your father in Mauville!" Her expression was soft and hard at the same time.
"Well...I was hiking, like I said...but I stopped to sketch...Oh mom, you won't believe it! You told me to find something nice because you didn't want me going out and look what I got to see!" Krissa opened her sketchbook to the Zapdos. "What? A Zapdos?" Mrs. Micheal's expression changed from stern to awe in an instant. "Wow... I've only seen one once in my lifetime...You're very lucky." She took the sketchbook and studied the picture. "Hmm...I guess this explains why the storm was so black and foreboding...It changed from a simple storm to a typhoon very quickly. But this still doesn't explain where you were the entire day and night!" Her tone grew stern again.
"Well...you see part of the path on the mountain washed out...and I tried to jump it, but I lost my balance...and fell. But-" Krissa looked at her muddy shoes.
"You fell? Are you all right?" Mrs. Micheals tone grew concerned. "Yeah, mom, I'm fine. A little bruised, but okay. But that's not the half of it! I fell down the side of the mountain...but when I woke up I was in this gorgeous meadow, inside a cave! Someone had helped me out...But he never showed his face to me...I only heard his voice. It was very mysterious." Krissa spoke, growing more excited to tell the story. When she was done telling, Mrs. Micheals wasn't very angry anymore. "My dear daughter...you seem to have had a knack yesterday for finding the rare and mysterious things in these woods. Do you remember the hiker who came through town a couple months ago? Right after that big flood?"
"Yeah...You mean the one who was talking about how he almost drowned... but...someone...saved him...You think i met the same guy?" Krissa again looked confused, yet hopeful. She had met a hero! Maybe she could go back and find this mysterious person. "Probably dear, they say that this person has rescued people before, he's even something of a legend, you might say."
"A legend? How come I've never heard of him?" Krissa got up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, then walked back to the kitchen.
"He's very recent, only in the past couple years has he been around. You say you heard his voice?"
"Yeah...it was very boyish, very rough. Yet it had wisdom in it, like he wasn't that old, but old enough to live on his own." Krissa looked at the table thoughtfully. She would go back; she needed to learn more about this stranger...besides... He must be very lonely out there in the woods.
"Has he ever talked to anyone before? What's his name?"
Mrs. Micheals nodded, getting out some cups and plates. Going to the fridge she said; "Yes, I believe he has. He has never mentioned one." She set out some milk and cereal, and then seemed to blink. "Krissa...You're all muddy...Get upstairs this instant and clean off!"
Krissa stood up immediately and walked up the stairs, grabbing the bowl of cereal on the way. Yes...she would have to go back and try to find this person...most definitely.