To new readers, enjoy the next chapter.
To past readers, I am
sooo sorry for my extreme laziness and procrastination!
{Chapter 12: A Night to Never Forget}
The moon shone brightly,
Down upon the grassy hills,
And tall trees below.
They cast long shadows,
And so did Tyranitar,
Who still wandered on.
"Will she make it there?"
Tyranitar spoke softly,
"Will she remember?"
She must remember,
For she was very honest,
And they promised too.
Hours of walking,
The cove was getting so near,
Yet, it was so far.
Through the dark passage,
Milotic swam with great speed,
And saw her homeland.
When she found her home,
She went 'round to her garden,
And searched for her gift.
Underneath a shrub,
She pulled out her precious gift,
A glowing blue plant.
In an instant flash,
She quickly left the garden,
Heading for the shore.
She soon saw the light,
It was the bright, silver moon,
She was near the top.
Her head she emerged,
And she breathed in cool fresh air,
It felt wonderful.
The cove was close by.
She approached shore with caution,
And watched out for him.
It was not too long,
Before she heard deep footsteps,
Thumping near the trees.
She stood very still,
And peered into the darkness,
Veiled from the moonlight.
A figure arrived,
With a familiar size.
It was her kind friend!
They stared silently,
Only the waves and the wind,
Were making soft sounds.
Tyranitar smiled,
As he saw Milotic's eyes,
Glowing like jewels.
She wore a red robe,
Lined with bright yellow linen,
And a dark green sash.
His heart, beating hard,
His eyes, glued to her beauty,
His legs, quivering.
"...You've made it." He spoke.
"...You have, as well." She replied.
They were both happy.
Milotic's head turned,
Facing towards the bright moon,
As full as their love.
"Such luminous glow.
It lights our way in the black."
She said with wonder.
"Just like you, my love."
Tyranitar spoke to her.
And she understood.
Their lives were empty,
But now that they have met,
Life itself was filled.
"What is that you hold?"
He spoke, pointing at the glow,
She held behind her.
She raised it to him,
And smiled, saying, "It's for you.
An Indigo Bulb."
He gently took it,
A held it close to his breast,
And sighed of delight.
"Thank you, Milotic."
Tyranitar said softly,
"It is very nice."
Milotic was glad,
And smiled at his compliment,
And remained silent.
Tyranitar glared,
At her luminous present,
And then towards her.
Her glamour was grand,
More than anybody else,
He had ever known.
His heart pounded still,
Such great beauty deserves more,
Than to just be watched.
He held out his arm,
Very slowly and gently,
Hoping she'd respond.
Milotic leaned back,
But she knew she could trust him,
And stood motionless.
Slowly leaning forward,
She calmly rested her head,
On his open hand.
It was very warm,
And it was rather cozy,
For a stone hard hand.
She slid up his arm,
And laid upon his shoulder,
Hearing his soft breath.
Keeping his posture,
Tyranitar stood frozen,
Both in shock and joy.
Her alien scales,
Brushing against his shoulder,
Felt so strange to him.
But, it was warm too,
The silky, fluent texture,
Was very calming.
Having the courage,
He carefully placed his hand,
On top of her head.
He touched carefully,
He didn't want to scare her,
And stroked her red hair.
It felt genuine,
As if it were made of silk,
Far smoother than that.
Its fragrance was sweet,
Smelled as a Pecha berry,
Only with more strength.
Milotic relaxed,
Feeling his warm, tender hands,
Stroke her bright red hair.
Now having no fear,
She wrapped her delicate tail,
Around his shoulders.
Forgetting his fear,
Tyranitar relaxed too,
And smiled in relief.
She smiled back at him,
Seeing his kind, trusting face,
With his toothy grin.
And soon after that,
They were in a sweet embrace,
Happy as can be.
The ocean waves,
The wind blowing through the trees,
Kept these souls in peace.
{Upcoming: To be announced...}
...Am I getting a bit rusty at this?
What do you think?
