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Cisgadb Region Chap. 1^_^
Junine was just starting her journey to become a top coordinator, and she was extremely nervous. There was a contest in about a week and a half in Forestra City. It would be her first, but before she entered she needed to catch another pokemon.
"Vy," Junine looked at the snivy on her shoulder and saw him pointing towards a budew.
"Oh it's a budew. Budew are grass types and make wonderful contest pokemon, but that's just the thing. They are so common in contests, well their evolutions actually. Budew evolves into roselia via happiness, and then roserade via a shiny stone. I want grass types that are uncommon in contests." Junine said to Emerald. They looked at the budew and noticed it looking at them. The budew then used Petal Dance to get and apple down. It caught the apple using it's vines on it's head, and walked over to Junine.
"Budew," it said.
"F-for me?" Junine asked.
"Budew," it replied happily.
"Well aren't you the little gentleman, thank you. Apples are my favo
Cisgadb Region Intro ^_^
A young looking 18-year old looked toward the sky. Her name is Junine. She is albino, meaning her hair is white, skin deathly pale, and her eyes are purple, which just so happens to be rare among even albinos, as their eyes are usually red. Her hair is very long, only a few centimeters from the ground, and she never wears it any way other than down. She is wearing a long-sleeved white button up shirt, black jean shorts, and black sneakers. Junine was sitting in a large tree, her partner Emerald in her lap. Emerald is a male snivy. Him and Junine have been together since she was eight-years old. Tomorrow the two
12 Celestials and Year XXXX II12 Celestials and the Year XXXX
"That . . . was . . . fun," I said panting.
"Yeah . . . it . . . was," Taurus replied, panting as well.
After deciding to run, we did. Taurus ran straight for the school fence, me right behind him. Taurus grabbed the fence with one hand, flipping himself over with ease; I did the same, not even knowing how I did it. As soon as our feet hit the ground, we were running. The football team still decided to follow, going through the entrance instead of hopping the fence, but still close behind. As we ran through the streets, cutting through alleyways, quickly turning corners, running in front of cars, and so on just barely avoiding people. We ran until we came to a dead end, with the football team blocking the only exit.
"Climb!" Taurus yelled. I watched as he grabbed a pole attached to a building and used it to climb. Again I had followed, and the next thing I knew we were jumping roofs, the football team getting lost on the streets belo
12 Celestials and Year XXXXChapter I
15 years ago an event happened, the planets aligned. In this year out of all the children born, only 12 survived. Each one of these twelve were named after their astrological sign, Taurus, Leo, Aries, Gemini, Pisces, Aquarius, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Cancer, Scorpio, Libra, and Virgo. Six boys and six girls. As a result, the world called this year XXXX. This event was kept a secret from all of the younger generation, and all proof of it was destroyed. Those who should have been a year old, were not until the next year, and so on. I myself, am fifteen, but have been told that I am fourteen. To bad I know the truth, all of it, and my name is Taurus, and my mission is to find the other celestials and reveal the truth to the world.
"This is the school. How fun," I said with sarcasm. I came to this school, in search of the other celestials. It was odd, when I sit not concentrating on drawing, I always draw something that I have never seen before. I take them as signs,
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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