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The Wanderers, Chapter 1 Part 1The Wanderers, Chapter 1
When I wake, I find the light shining in my room more intense than usual.
My arms stretch out, seeking the snooze button on my alarm clock. I prop myself up on my hands.
Judging by the amount of luminosity in my room, it's another great day for Dyoa, my home planet.
I, according to the Royal Council, am the crown princess of my planet and heir to the throne,
but I have no interest in playing a part of their game. I wish to be on my own, free of this polite, and exquisite act I have to put on.
I wish for my people to know who I really am, not the shell the council wants me to hide under.
Laying next to me, still fast asleep, is my animal guide. A monarch butterfly from the distant planet of Earth.
I really don't know how he appeared on Dyoa, but once I saw him I knew he wasn't a resident of my planet, so I took him in.
I rub my eyes clear and see a figure near my window.
Near the window of my bedroom, waits one of the few people I can trust and be
The Wanderers Introduction~ Introduction ~
It's over. I lay lifeless on the glacial, cold ground of the North Pole, stabbed in my chest, bleeding to death while my enemy savors this moment
as his supposed victory, bragging on about how everyone will call him a hero, how he killed the legendary wanderer.
I could only watch as the life slowly drains out of me. It can't be helped....I've let everything slip from my grasp.
I didn't try hard enough and now.....my world and Earth will have to pay the price.
I, Lyela Traneh....have failed.
Cynthia's Adventures Introduction
Of course for all of you who like Pokemon, This about Cynthia.
But in this story, She's not the super strong Champion of Sinnoh like we all know.
No, this. This is the story of way before she was Champion. The Story, of when she first started out as a Pokemon Trainer. Although it has a little twist to it. Now I'm gonna stray from the anime. Okay? I read a chapter of one of my favorite Pokemon Fanfictions, and it's a little inspired by that person. Ash, Dawn and Brock will be in it, traveling with Cynthia. Alright here we go.
It's Cynthia's 10th birthday, and as tradition, she sets off on her journey. She was outside, drinking a cup of tea right outside Celestic Town, when all of a sudden her grandmother shows up. "My little Cynthia....I can't believe that you are about to set sail on your journey"
she said. Cynthia's grandmother always knew that the day would come, "Grandma...I'm gonna miss you while I'm gone,"
"and so will I Cynthia, and now, I would like to pres
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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