Hello again! This one's short, but important :)
Drabble 9: Galvanic
Shauntal gaped in utter fascination and terror as the great black dragon shot down her Pokemon one by one. The galvanic creature moved with such power and grace at once, its roars shaking the bookshelves. Zekrom, the dragon of ideals, long thought to be myth, was all too corporeal before her. Suddenly, she was keenly aware of reality again, that blood rushed through her veins and breath inflated her lungs. It was glorious, an ideal surpassing mere dreams.
Even more unbelievable than the legendary Pokemon was the boy who strode alongside it. The green-haired youth was a living paradox, a clockwork dream that both honored and defied destiny. One who spoke truth through unknowing lies. Did that boy understand what he really was? That tainted pureness that emanated through his practiced grins and movements was scarier than the lightning his dragon he wielded.
As the strange youth and the dragon exited, leaving behind the pungent scent of charred books and sulfur, Shauntal stood in a stupor. The world would change. Her fantasies were nothing. And Marshal...oh Arceus Marshal. Would he be alright? She hadn't even told him that she...
There was a distant dragon's roar, following by the bellow of a another Pokemon
"Come on Throh, crush his face!" she heard Marshal shout, his determined voice reverberating over and over in the empty halls.
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So the next few drabbles will be focused on N-related things, and so will have slightly more plot. Hope you enjoyed!