*OK, just as a note, most of my chapters are twice as long as this last one was, but I had a reason for stopping where I did... OK, second chapter...
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As Pathia drifted on, she failed to notice her conscience dissolving in her curiosity like a sugar cube, the water of curiosity slowly rising in temperature. Her body naturally followed the mystery Pokemon's every move, even when it picked up speed and dodged through the trees with great agility. Neither of the two bumped into the trees that thickened as they went, making it harder for Pathia to keep up.
Suddenly, it came. The figure performed a sudden upward jolt, as if it just hit an antigravity pad below the point where it took off. The little Ralts attempted the same thing but did not possess the remarkable strength to pull herself into a direct right-angle upward tilt. It was more like a forty-five-degree angle, and Pathia took on the sensation that she had teleported and ended up in a tree, though her head felt like it had been struck by a Hitmonchan's Mach Punch.
The next few moments were spent in a daze, quiet, except with the occasional squawk of an upset Taillow whose nest had apparently been situated in the spot where Pathia sat. When she was able to think straight again, Pathia kept replaying the incident in her mind like a videotape. But if the film ran on twenty-four frames per second, the sharp turn of the unknown Pokemon would have occurred right inbetween two frames: one showing the Pokemon and the next showing just blackness. Still, the incident--the whole thing--lingered in Pathia's mind. A part of her was impressed by the Pokemon's wit, yet another still wanted to play her little game of tag.
Forget it, she eventually thought. I can't even find that thing now, I bet.
By that time, it was completely dark. Pathia looked up to see if she could find any Pokemon constellations in the stars that hung below a beautiful midnight blue, clear sky. But this just made her think more of the Pokemon she saw just moments before. A part of her wondered if she would eventually evolve into this Pokemon, and she pondered how weird yet wonderful that would be. Since she beared no resemblance to any Pokemon she ever witnessed around her, she figured that there was no guessing what she would evolve into. But evolution was beyond her problems that night, for a new mystery had erupted like new lava onto the rocky earth, where it would finally cool once she understood it.
Pathia's contemplation was broken by the same Taillow, now impatient, as it seemed. Pathia heard a screech and a sharp peck at her back. Though she floated down to the ground after falling, her emotional reflexes knocked some fright into her. As she rubbed her back gently yet painfully, she caught a brief glimpse of the Taillow, who, strangely, had fluffy brown feathers on the inside of his wings and on top of his head. He was also quite chubby for his kind.
"What are you waiting for, you little mushroom?" the Taillow blurted in Taillow language. "Are you going to float away like a leaf or plant your mushroomy roots in the rotten earth below?" Pathia was taken aback by the now staring Taillow's quite obscure remarks. Surely, she had never thought of herself as a mushroom before.
"Yeah," the Taillow jabbered on, "you look like a green mushroom with a moldy blue stem and a couple of guitar picks stuck in your head. Maybe that's why you're so scatterbrained."
Pathia was confused. There was silence between the two participants in this verbal scuffle. Pathia was too overcome by shyness and nervousness to utter a peep, and Taillow stared until his eyes grew red, awaiting his "mushroom" to make a move.
The ice broke.
"Would you quit staring at me? If I'd known better, I'd think you were making fun of me for being fat. But you are an ugly mushroom, and I am an eagle with a wing job that transformed me into an excellent glider plane." The Taillow rubbed his wings against the sides of his body, as if trying to show off what he considered their astounding beauty.
"D... D... Did you see... that... giant... thing?" Pathia stammered quietly, seeming as intimidated by the Taillow as by the mystery dragon.
The Taillow said nothing--he just closed his eyes, lifting his head to his left with his beak elevated in a dignified way. When Pathia deciphered his every emotional thought, she perceived the Taillow as thinking he was as powerful as a jet plane in the vast sky. At this, she had to let out a snicker, immediately backtracking her thoughts to the mystery Pokemon from before.
The Taillow ignored her--he then announced quite proudly, "My name is Toru." The thought process behind that remark puzzled Pathia the moment it left the Taillow's beak. At that point, Pathia had decided that Toru was too conceited for her to remain there, like a mushroom, as Toru himself had teased, and began to float up, a hot air balloon with the flame just turned on.
But no more than half a sigh of relief had passed by when a rustle of leaves and a fluttering sound pursued her.
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Second chapter done! (OK, that seemed worst than the first... T_T oh well)

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