having arrived at the destionation,i began to wonder how i had found the location so quickly and efficently...was there some "bond" between us morphs...good AND bad?
or was it all a dream, a pointless good for nothing wish that this war would end!
out of rage i blew fire into the sky and bashed, headfirst into the granite stone, starrering it to a bloody pulp.
"RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRR!why why why!!!!!!" i screamed out of frustration! after calming down i sat down with a bruise on my stomach and a head wizzing with thoughts...
peacefully i sat untill i became aware of a presence, one of the instinctual feelings, that was lurknig just 50 kilometers away...
i once again dashed off to find the flygon & co...