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I still remember the day I got my first ever Pokémon game. I was around 8-10 years old at the time.
My mum and dad had just came back from a shopping trip and I was in my room busying myself with my only Pokémon related game at the time: Pokémon Stadium. I mashed the buttons on the control wildly as the oncoming attack from the opponent Dragonair sent my Jolteon's health quickly down to zero, I was just about to send out the next Pokémon in my teams line-up when my mum called me from downstairs. The console's remote fell to the floor with a loud clunk (something I would regret in later life as I now only have one working remote) as I raced out my bedroom door, I knew what was coming, something I'd been waiting for, for a long time.
My mum was in our sitting room. She held a plain plastic bag in her hands and had a welcoming smile on her face. "I got you something while I was in town. Come see." She chimed as she handed me the bag. By this point, my heart was poundin
A Normal NightRythian was on the hunt. He crept up the hall, careful to avoid the squeaking wooden boards, and slipped into the dinning room on silent feet. After inching his way to the table, he bent down and, with a flourish, whipped the tablecloth up.More Like This
“Ha!” he exclaimed, as he poked his head under the table “Got yo-“ He stopped as he realized that the space was empty except for a few dust bunnies and what looked like a half eaten carrot.
Stumped, he leaned back and allowed the cloth to fall back into place. As he did, he faintly heard a soft patter of running feet from the next room. With a grin, he dashed into the adjacent living room and caught the end of a brown braid disappearing behind the sofa.
“Oh dear,” he said, ever so casually, as he crept closer to the sofa “I do wonder where she could be hiding.”
The only reply was a faint giggle from the mysterious braided creature that had slipped behind the couch. Rythian
A Normal Day“Papa!”More Like This
Rythian barely had time to turn around before he was nearly knocked off his feet by his daughter running into his legs.
“Papa!” Emily wailed again, and he looked down just in time to see her small face disappear into the fabric of his pants leg as she clung to him.
He reached down and picked up the dark haired girl, cradling her in his arms, “What’s the matter, little one?” he asked, as he saw that her normally blue eyes were red-rimed and teary.
She sniffed and said, “ Joakim’s gone missing again. I searched the house but I don’t know where he is!” she buried her head in his neck and began to cry as she continued, “I don’t know what’s happened to him and he could be hurt and-“
“Emily,” said Rythian, comfortingly stroking her hair. “Your brother always wanders off, but he never goes too far. Did you check the Mooshroom's pins?”
Her reply was a tiny shake
Here and Now “Papa!” The distressed cry rang through the forest, bouncing off tree limbs and reverberating through the gathering dusk. “Paaaaapaaaaa!!!!” Birds stirred in their nests at the forlorn call and settled more tightly on top of their nestlings, wild cattle raised their ears and lowed in uncertainty.More Like This
Only a few eyes spotted the small figure wandering through the brush. A human child, only about six or seven years old, was lost in the woods. Her hair was an earthy brown and hung mostly down to her shoulders, apart from the bangs that framed her frightened face and fell into icy blue eyes. The girl’s feet were bare, muddy and scraped, and her blue jumper was ripped in several places.
“Papa!” Emily sniffed and wiped her eyes on a grubby forearm. What had started as a fun game of hide and seek with her toddler brother, Joakim, had turned into a terrifying trek through the acres of woods that surrounded her house. Angrily the