Thil-Galel

Restoring the Mountain's Heart Chapter 1 Red Leaves Tears fell down her redden cheeks as another choking sob escaped her aching chest. Her heart was heavy and broken, her spirits dashed against the ground on a day when they should have been at their highest. Her Wedding Day, the day most little girls dream of, but for her it now meant the end of everything. She could have been promised to the handsome prince from the neighboring kingdom, or a charming duke from the Court. Instead, she was being banished. Wiping her streaming eyes on a handkerchief, the princess dared to glance at her reflection in her gilded mirror. She had always though

Taking Chances Pain was the first thing he felt. Then disappointment. He could only feel pain if he was alive. Clearly the universe still wanted to screw with him. "It's starting to wake up." He didn't recognize that voice. "Looks like it'll make it after all. That's good....." He didn't know that one either. What was going on....? "Remember what I told you. It'll probably be aggressive once it fully wakes up, so try not to get your face blown off, okay? Don't make me clean up after you." "I feel so loved. Don't worry, I'll be careful. Poor thing's had it rough, no doubt. But it's strong. I think we'll get along pretty well." "Then I

Follow Part of him was ready to die. Part of him wanted to die. She was gone, he had failed to protect her. But another part of him refused to slip into the darkness. He had made a promise. He would find the Lycanroc and the Floette, and he would look after them in her place. Yet he knew more than an hour had passed, the boat was long gone by now. It was just an excuse for him to motivate himself to keep going. But he had no strength left to stand. He barely managed to stay conscious. It had only been a few month, but those last few had been the best in his life. A human had shown him an unbelievable kindness, and without him even realizi

Death comes for the Innocent "Run!" she screamed. "Head into the trees!" Some say fear is crippling, that it would stop even great beasts in their tracks, that it could halt entire armies. But to them at that moment, it put wings on their heels. She had never been athletic, but with the alarm shrieking behind them, she felt like she could outpace an Olympian. While the heavy helmet reduced his speed, the chimera could still have easily outran the woman. But he stayed close, making sure she was always within sight. With his keen senses, he could already tell they were being pursued. Pokémon, with their humans running behind at a much s

Freedom is a Bloodied path The night had finally arrived. The woman stood in a darkened hallway, a gun clutched in her shaking hands. The light down the hall glinted off the silver barrel as she carefully slid a set of bullets into the empty chambers. It took her several tries for each one, her trembling making the task much more difficult than it should have been. But she finally managed it, and snapped the gun shut, then hesitantly flicked off the safety. She took a deep breath, pressing the length of the weapon against her forehead, reminding herself how much dangerous potential she now held. Slowly, she exhaled, and tucked the gun out

All that is Desired It was foolish. Nothing good could come of it as it was near impossible to happen. It would destroy everything. But he was willing to risk it all. Almost every night, just as promised, the woman returned to his cage. They didn't always leave, but she never came empty-handed. Mostly she brought food, rainbows of flavor for his virgin tastebuds to savor. Some times it was a meal; stews and thick cuts of meat with well seasoned vegetables prepared in a variety of ways. Other night she brought desserts; sweets of all sorts from cakes and doughnuts, to Pokémon specific treats like Poképuffs and Poffins. If he were

A Moonlit Soirée It was eerily silent, the locked doors blocking out any noise from outside of the room. The only sounds were his soft breathing, and and slow, methodical scraping of his claws on the floor. He had steadily carved shallow grooves into the stone floor, a fine grey-white dust coating his claws. Fresh bruises throbbed slightly on his chest and sides, making sleep difficult. He hated fighting Rock-types, they always hit hard and took a lot of effort to take down without the proper attacks, and he had been handicapped by being forbidden to use any for the last three battles. They were testing his limits, and things would onl

To speak at Midnight Working long nights at the research center was draining. Some mornings she didn't even bother to do anything but kick off her shoes and crawl into bed. Some times she felt so disgusting in her own skin that she forced herself to shower first. This was one of those mornings. Steam filled the small bathroom as she scrubbed her greasy hair, foam dripping down her shoulders as she scraped her nails over her scalp, feeling a phantom itch in her brain that she couldn't reach no matter how much she scratched. She had always felt it since she had started working for the research center, part of her abilities as an empath as she

A pinch of wonder, a dash of curiosity, and a heavy dose of fear He saw her many times since that day. It appeared that she worked mostly during the night, as he rarely saw her during the day. But he couldn't determine what her duties were, though he suspected it was a more 'hands-on' sort of work as she often had at least one Pokemon accompanying her that was part of the research projects. However there were two that he knew didn't belong to the lab. A red flower Floette and a Midnight Lycanroc. From the brief glimpses he had gotten of them, he believed these were her companions rather than fighting Pokemon. The Floette was almost always e

From across a room and worlds apart It was a typical day in his existence. Not his life, he had no life, because he didn't live. He ate, he breathed, he fought. The pattern was only broken from the monotony by trips to the lab for 'tests' and 'research'. Nothing important to him. He was used to needles pricking his skin, drawing his blood, pumping drugs into his veins. He was used to the scalpels cutting his flesh, watching from his numb body as they pulled back his tissue as easily as layers of clothing. He was used to the stitched, sewing his wounds shut, so numerous that they seemed to be all that was holding his body together. All of t