Let’s see if I can write another chapter…

Ugh. I really hate AP testing! >.<

Disclaimer: I don’t own pokemon. It belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This is non-profit fanwork, no copyright infringement is intended… since I’m the author the work is mine… don’t take it, that’s plagiarism.

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Do I really need this chapter?

 

Epilogue

 

            This is not a story meant to be passed on.

 

            The Age of Vengeance, as it was known, faded from the annals of time, as the humans forgot it.

            They forgot it all.

            Harmony and Vengeance both sacrificed to sameness.

            They lived in their little floating spheres now, far from earth.

            Heh.

 

            It wasn’t as if he cared, particularly.

            The illusions of destruction still floated over the place, hiding the lush grasslands and ocean and forests.

            Pokemon filled the area, happily dancing their freedom.

            Finally.

            He held the little one in his arms as the lights sparkled around them. Blue and yellow made green…

            Green was growing. Healing. Learning.

            Green was a nice color.

            He could feel the coffins already waiting.

            It was time to enter Sleep of Death again.

 

            “Can I?”

            “Of course.”

            The figures embraced, before the threads of white and black encircled them and they both collapsed.

            It was time.

            Sleep of death, begin anew.

 

            It was not perfect. It was a broken mirror, and the mirrors kept breaking, over and over. It was not politically correct.

            This is not a story to be passed on.

 

END

That was…random… very random. This fic turned out completely different from what I intended.

Complete 4/19/04

 

What might have been…what used to be a fic snippet that might have led to AAMRN before I knocked it over the head and kicked it out of my mind!

 

He tasted blood and some strange dryness.

            Coppery bitterness flooded his being.

            His mind felt fuzzy….

            Ash fought his way back to consciousness, eyes widening as he took in the scene before him.

            Misty lay sprawled across the floor,

 

AND that’s all I wrote before I knocked myself upside the head and made this a Championshipping fic.