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Mycaelis and Vagus felt guilty of a crime of their own when the smile on Marvin’s face faded. Meeting him in the town square where he was happily picking out a team kit for both siblings. Mycaelis was the first to speak up while Vagus’ courage faltered and rendered him silent. “We know what Randhir did to your Elia and your children,” Mycaelis began. The words were enough to bring Marvin low and soon he his shoulder’s drooped in despair. “And I take it you have informed Carlos?” Marvin grimaced. “They know where Randhir is?” “Yes,” Mycaelis’ reply was short and he

It’s the duty of a Laconian to watch out for those in their charge. Mycaelis could hear the voice of his father as though he were still alive. For Vagus, he too heeded the same lessons. There is evil in this world far beyond the confines of this jungle, son. It is the duty of a Laconian to confront it and destroy it. His mother’s voice Mycaelis could hear as well. Whispering softly, calm as an ice covered lake. You suffer and toil as any Laconian shall suffer and toil. You suffer so that you may bring suffering to those that bring harm. Let the pain fill you, my son, fill your heart with the hate. And when the time comes y

Zach the Machamp didn’t know which sight before him appeared more peculiar, the corpse of a Greninja or the message the corpse once carried in his bloodied satchel. The poor fellow had been found on outskirts of Prismatic Jungle just yesterday with a clean hole through his chest by an outgoing Prospecting team. To Zach’s astonishment they reported that he was still alive and may have run for many miles through the cursed jungle bearing this wound. There were no candles lit in the treehouse of Oat’s Prospector’s Guild today, the room was dimly lit. Only the thin yellow rays of the mid-day sun were allowed to seep thro

To one so young, the world was a blur. Touch and sound made sense of the things her eyes could barely see. Her mind was stirred from the voids of rest by the curious voices around her. Kareena peered through her half opened eyes, her bright blue irises glimmering between her eyelids. In the warmth of their den, she felt sleepy yet curious of those around her. Both her brothers were there, but there were others here too. Their eyes did not glow like those who lived in her small little world. One bore a pair of brilliant green eyes that shone like a pair of glistering emeralds, the other bore eyes of common hazel which burned with a ferocity kn

Vagus was lost. Laconian? Commoner? Abnormal? He drifted in a part of the world where the eye could not see, wandering paths unmapped towards destinations that turned to ash the moment he touched them. Where new horizons dawned only to fall into an endless night where he stood alone. This was his world now. A world of grey where he found no light or darkness, where he could find only one word that could define the person he was: A disappointment. Not Laconian. Not a commoner. Not an Abnormal. A disappointment.   Vagus often realised that he was not much different to Mycaelis at all, they both bore an intense hatred for something. Mycaelis hat

The air was still upon entering the glade. The forest brush and trees gave way to reveal a wall of glowing blue eyes that gazed at the three entering strangers. The Abnormals, Pokémon of all kinds, gazed at Marvin when he entered with Mycaelis and Vagus in tow. He had been here more than a dozen times, but the greeting he received had always been cold. The native inhabitants of Oat; reduced from once continent sprawling clans to now small isolated tribes that cowered in the darkest recesses of their ancient land.   Marvin was never one to ask for a warm welcome from them. They had every right to treat him with suspicion regardless of how

There was once a time when Marvin was young, yes, indeed there was such a time. It was when he was but a child who, like all children, feared tales of monsters conjured up by their young imaginations or their parent’s machinations. Those nasty creatures - the ones that hid under beds, in closets, in basements, in all the places that were dark and scary or where grownups said not to go. But for Marvin, he learned quicker than most of his long gone childhood friends were monsters truly dwelt. He was paddling down a river one summer’s morning, a brisk swim around Oat Lake.  It was the sort of morning that made one glad to be alive,

Marvin sighed and idly wandered up the stone steps to the cavern’s land entrance. He made it to the tunnel that led to the surface and grumbled in annoyance when his feet sank into the familiar feeling of mud and water. The storm was still raging and its downpour was flooding the tunnel. It never did have any proper drainage for all the water. Nearing the entrance, Marvin gazed up at the sky and noted that the downpour wouldn’t be ending any time soon. He clenched his injured arm and barred himself against the bite of the howling wind. “Sssay,” came a voice that managed to hold itself above the howl of the storm. The h

Silence filled the empty home long after the intruders had gone. The window shutters flung open, the door caved in. The table and plates were shattered, the armchairs destroyed, blooming flowers of cotton from their ruptured fabric. From the door and past the living room, the floor was slick with fresh blood. Every so often, this horrid vision would play out before Marvin. Crying, someone he once loved was struck down and slammed. The children watched on in horror, frozen in place as their young eyes watch on. What else were children to do when their mother couldn't scream for them to run? Her mouth was held shut by a hand made from steel,

This world was a big place. Bigger than anything that Vagus the Totodile had ever known in his life. The fields seemed to go on forever, and the sky was so plain and vast that Vagus feared he would fall into it if he gazed up at it for too long. Such was a phobia developed when one spent their lifetime under the thick canopy of a jungle. Vagus had never seen the sky so clearly and never knew it was so vast. Then there was the silence, the sort of silence one hears when out in the middle of nowhere with nothing around to create any noise. The jungle was always full of noises, those that were familiar and those that seemed strange. Silence rare