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prologue
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"panting, i was ready to kill anyone that got in my way.
i grabbed my less than conscious four year-old sister,
inflated the small orange raft and jumped in.
i thought about my parents,
about Dacia,
about the boat,
but didn't look back
to watch it burn.
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disclaimer
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Rating: PG-13 (Mild violence and swearing)
Summary: Having his parents died in a boat accident, Nick Siomia struggles to raise his four year-old sister Dacia in the Altima region, a region of vast mountains, bitter tundras, sizzling deserts, and uncharted forests.
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chapter index
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prologue
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"panting, i was ready to kill anyone that got in my way.
i grabbed my less than conscious four year-old sister,
inflated the small orange raft and jumped in.
i thought about my parents,
about Dacia,
about the boat,
but didn't look back
to watch it burn.
__________________
disclaimer
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Rating: PG-13 (Mild violence and swearing)
Summary: Having his parents died in a boat accident, Nick Siomia struggles to raise his four year-old sister Dacia in the Altima region, a region of vast mountains, bitter tundras, sizzling deserts, and uncharted forests.
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chapter index
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one
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one
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The streets were busy. They were filled with meaningless banter and muffled shouting. It made my head hurt, but Dacia, sipping her lemonade across the table from me and giggling, seemed to take it quite well. Looking around, I saw what I heard. Busy markets in downtown Crescent City and rushed people and Pokemon whom so densely covered them. Looking back at Dacia, I noticed she was looking at me funny. Her glistening blue eyes, which usually popped right out of her skull, looked relaxed and calm. Her head was cocked and she pointed behind me.
Dacia seemed to be pointing at something by the beach, a Pokemon perhaps. I squinted my eyes and still only managed to discover that it was indeed a Pokemon, and an injured Pokemon at that. It limped helplessly across the empty beach. I stood up to get a better look.
"Brother, brother..." Dacia stuttered. "Wh-what is that?" She asked, her head still cocked in confusion. I told her I didn't know and that my vision wasn't all that good anymore. "Brother, can we go help the Pokemon?" She asked, with a frown on her face. I could tell she was sad for the Pokemon. She's always been the sympathetic one, especially towards any kind of Pokemon.
Without even waiting for my permission, Dacia got up from her chair, thumb in mouth, and looked at the small blue Pokemon wobbling our way. I followed her. "It's a, it's a..." she said, searching for an answer on the tip of her tongue. "It's a Poliwag," I told her, and she looked up at me and smiled.
She ran towards the struggling Pokemon and I followed her. The closer I got, the more damage I notice on the lone Poliwag. Along with its limping "leg" (Is Poliwag's "leg" really a leg? It seems like more of a foot), It had scratches over its eye, bruises everywhere, and it kept one eye shut. When Dacia attempted to reach out at it, Poliwag used Bubblebeam on her. She screamed and ran behind me.
It was quite obvious to me that this Poliwag was seriously hurt and that's why it wouldn't let Dacia touch him. He must have been mentally damaged by whoever beat him as well as physically, and most likely emotionally. I grabbed a potion out of my pak and slowly moved my hand towards Poliwag.
"Listen, Poliwag," I said, trying to keep as gentle of a voice as I could. "This potion will help you feel better." Poliwag cooperated, and proceeded to drink all of the potion. It seemed like a truce, like Poliwag knew I wouldn't hurt him, and therefore he would refrain from hurting me. I picked up the small, damaged Poliwag up, put it in my arms and examined his bad foot. It was black, dry, and felt warm. Burned.
Dacia seemed to be pointing at something by the beach, a Pokemon perhaps. I squinted my eyes and still only managed to discover that it was indeed a Pokemon, and an injured Pokemon at that. It limped helplessly across the empty beach. I stood up to get a better look.
"Brother, brother..." Dacia stuttered. "Wh-what is that?" She asked, her head still cocked in confusion. I told her I didn't know and that my vision wasn't all that good anymore. "Brother, can we go help the Pokemon?" She asked, with a frown on her face. I could tell she was sad for the Pokemon. She's always been the sympathetic one, especially towards any kind of Pokemon.
Without even waiting for my permission, Dacia got up from her chair, thumb in mouth, and looked at the small blue Pokemon wobbling our way. I followed her. "It's a, it's a..." she said, searching for an answer on the tip of her tongue. "It's a Poliwag," I told her, and she looked up at me and smiled.
She ran towards the struggling Pokemon and I followed her. The closer I got, the more damage I notice on the lone Poliwag. Along with its limping "leg" (Is Poliwag's "leg" really a leg? It seems like more of a foot), It had scratches over its eye, bruises everywhere, and it kept one eye shut. When Dacia attempted to reach out at it, Poliwag used Bubblebeam on her. She screamed and ran behind me.
It was quite obvious to me that this Poliwag was seriously hurt and that's why it wouldn't let Dacia touch him. He must have been mentally damaged by whoever beat him as well as physically, and most likely emotionally. I grabbed a potion out of my pak and slowly moved my hand towards Poliwag.
"Listen, Poliwag," I said, trying to keep as gentle of a voice as I could. "This potion will help you feel better." Poliwag cooperated, and proceeded to drink all of the potion. It seemed like a truce, like Poliwag knew I wouldn't hurt him, and therefore he would refrain from hurting me. I picked up the small, damaged Poliwag up, put it in my arms and examined his bad foot. It was black, dry, and felt warm. Burned.