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bespectacled-bookwyrm · 2 months

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A piece for my Hangman's Way AU.

I'm currently figuring out the mechanics of colour theory, especially when applied to shading, and you can probably tell by the art style that this is an older work of mine.

Still, I'm proud of it!

You can read the story for this piece, which also provides context, under the cut. (I might expand on it and make it a proper fanfic in the future, and in turn expand this AU beyond pictures and comics.)

Thoughts? :)

I would also like to add that there’s nothing explicit shown in the text below, but I just want to warn you:

There are references to drug use, prostitution, violence, and bloodsports in the story, so do feel free to give it a skip if it’s distressing at all.

‘Cheren, are you sure you know where you're going?’ Bianca asked, adjusting the bag that held her precious cargo.

‘Don’t worry; I'm sure.’ Admittedly, although he knew where he was going, Cheren had absolutely no idea if the person he was seeking even lived at this address anymore; or, for that matter, if he was even alive.

Hangman's Way was notorious for its violence, prostitutes, drug running, gangs, and Pokémon bloodsports. Cheren hoped the man he was seeking hadn’t fallen victim to the more violent occupants of this place, an unfortunately common fate for streetwalkers.

Hangman's Way, sometimes referred to as “The Gallows”, was a place that had been left to rot by Castelia’s mayoral office; it was to the point where it wasn’t even present on maps. The only reason Cheren even knew of it was due to his own stupidity as a dumb sixteen-year old, back when he was obsessed with getting stronger and becoming the Champion.

The man he was hoping to meet today was a bit of an odd Ducklett. He had more spines than a cactus, swore so much he could make a sailor blush, and had the reflexes and mannerisms of an alley-Liepard; and yet, beneath that unpleasant exterior, there was a kind man. Cheren knew this from his own experiences. The man had called him “brat”, told him to piss off, blew cigarette smoke in his face, and, at one point, had even taken out his knife to prove a point. And despite all that, he saw to it that Cheren never witnessed the brutality of The Gallows, never let him or his Pokémon be put in danger, and always put himself in the crossfire when Cheren would run his mouth (despite the man telling him not to fret about his injuries, that he was used to it, Cheren still felt guilty, even now, two years later). He could safely say that the man was like a very chaotic uncle who would always be the first to bail him out of trouble.

The streets were a narrow, unkempt mess, which wasn't helped by the poor lighting and seemingly-perpetual smog that clung to the streets. Bianca was so close that her jacket brushed against his arm. He didn't blame her. If not for his current objective, Cheren would've avoided coming back here.

He stepped over a puddle of what he hoped was mud and, with Bianca's hand in his, somehow managed to avoid the violent members of this area.

Sticking close, they headed deeper into Hangman's Way.

He couldn’t really call it a home. It was more of a bungalow on the cusp of imploding. The exposed wooden supports were rotted through in several areas, the bricks of one of the walls was almost on the verge of becoming rubble, and a window had been smashed. The curtain that had been drawn over the sharp hole was threadbare and looked like it had been gnawed on by something.

Cheren took a steadying breath, silently hoping, almost praying, that the man he sought was still here.

He heard the rustle of Bianca's jacket as she adjusted the bag on her shoulder. From his understanding of the cutthroat not-quite-politics that governed The Gallows, Bianca would've been mugged - at best - if she had set foot here alone. That bag of hers was valuable, and not just because of her coin purse.

He glanced back at her. She was nervous, fidgeting with her hat and adjusting her coat. He needed to get this over with quickly, for their sake.

Cheren knocked on the door.

Inside, he could hear muffled grumbling. It got louder, accompanied by footsteps, as the bungalow's occupant approached the door.

There was the distinctive sound of complaining and cursing. The door was wrenched open, and the man, the one he sought, stood in the doorway. He was haggard and exhausted, and his patchy, hastily stitched-up clothing hung limply over his too-thin frame, the image accentuated by the presence of pale scar tissue. ‘Shit,’ he said, standing upright to lean against the doorframe. ‘It's been, what? Two years now, brat?’ He huffed out a laugh. The term “brat” was practically an affectionate nickname by this point. ‘Shit, kid. I thought you'd know better by now. This hellhole isn't meant for people like you.’

Cheren adjusted his tie, mostly out of habit, but partially as a nervous gesture, and softly cleared his throat. ‘Bianca, this is Colress. Colress, this is Bianca. She’s my friend.’

Colress raised a brow. It looked like he was tempted to dig through his pockets for a cigarette. ‘Why'd you bring her here? They’d eat her alive.’

‘Cheren-’ Bianca interrupted herself by clearing her throat. ‘Cheren said he knows someone who would benefit from my assignment.’

‘Which is?’ Colress sounded impatient, and his expression settled into a soft frown. He seemed oblivious to the Purrloin - a new addition to the household, no doubt - that had draped itself across his shoulders.

Bianca looked around, at the broken lights and misshapen streets, at the people who watched - not at all subtly - as they, so very out of place, spoke with one of their own. She tugged her bag closer to her side. ‘Maybe we could discuss this inside?’

Colress studied them, tilting his head and causing his long hair to fall away from his face. Cheren suppressed a grimace; there were bruises along the man's neck and jaw. They were dark blue, with flecks of red, and faded into a sickly greenish-yellow towards the edges. He noted how stiffly the man held himself, as though movement pained him. A recent rough day at work, no doubt. He eventually let out a sigh. ‘Fuck. Fine. Just, don't touch anything, yeah?’

He couldn’t exactly call the house clean, because nothing in Hangman's Way was ever truly clean, but compared to what he'd seen, it was spotless. He was still surprised to note that, although Colress carried the strong smell of cigarettes, his place of residence did not - rather, it was musty, like old blankets, and shrouded with the clinging scent of the smog outside.

‘Kids!’ Colress called, his movements awkward and visibly painful. Work must've been especially rough, then. ‘We've got guests!’

There was the sound of feet moving in the adjoining room, and a head peered around the doorway. A girl, about fourteen, stared at them. She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. Cheren had met her once, two years ago, when he had tried to pester Colress into battling him and had followed the man home like a lost Lillipup. Her name was Rosa. She was the more volatile kid, prone to lashing out at anyone she didn't consider family (naturally, that meant the majority of Unova's population) and stealing anything not nailed down and capable of being stashed in her favourite coat, which might've been orange at one point but was now more of a brownish colour.

‘Oh,’ Rosa said, leaning against the doorframe. Although unrelated by blood, her resemblance to Colress was striking. ‘It's you.’

Cheren chanced a small wave. If he was lucky, he wouldn't get his head bitten off.

Rosa gave an eye roll and moved to stand beside her father, who had sagged against the wall and was unreactive to the Purrloin rubbing its head against his bruised cheek.

A minute later, another head peered around the doorway after a round of shuffling feet. A boy, younger than Rosa - by about two years, if his estimate was correct - with shaggy brown hair and a visibly anxious disposition. Cheren didn't know his name. The boy had never spoken when he was around, and always seemed to hide himself away.

The boy's eyes lingered on him and Bianca before turning to Colress.

‘It's alright; they're with me,’ Colress reassured, the Purrloin letting out a soft mewl.

The boy nodded and, visibly nervous, stepped into the room. Never taking his eyes off of him and Bianca, he ducked behind Colress. Cheren noted that he had his arms tightly wrapped around a Minccino teddy. A comfort item, no doubt. With the three of them side-by-side, Cheren noted how the kids were significantly better-fed than Colress was, and that their clothes also had far neater stitching than their father's.

‘Now that we're all here,’ Colress said, nudging a blue Pawniard (with a notable slash across the metal of its helmet) that was getting too close with its blades away from his legs with a foot. ‘Why don’t you tell us about this “assignment” of yours, blondie?’

‘Right,’ Bianca took a deep breath. ‘Right. My assignment is to provide potential Trainers with their first Pokémon and their very own PokéDex. The first Pokémon has already been given, by the request of the Trainer's parents, and now there are two left. I was told I could use my own judgement on who to entrust them to.’

‘Mm-hm,’ Colress crossed his arms, settling more comfortably against the wall, the Purrloin adjusting its position and rubbing its whiskers against his cheek.

‘Cheren informed me that there were two kids who would likely benefit immensely from starting their Pokémon journey, so. . .’ Bianca gave the unusual family a warm smile. ‘Here I am!’

Colress didn’t seem convinced, but Cheren took the fact that he wasn't kicking them out or hurling curses at them as a good sign.

‘Who sent you?’ Colress asked, his tone wary.

‘Professor Aurea Juniper.’

Colress adjusted his glasses, which seemed to be held together by tape and a miracle, his brows drawing into a puzzled frown. ‘Who?’

‘P-professor Juniper? She's, um. Studying the origins of Pokémon. Surely you've heard of her?’

‘I haven't, actually.’

Bianca's expression was one of surprise. Cheren, however, wasn't as confused by their ignorance. Hangman's Way was very isolated, having been sectioned off with a chain-link fence and barbed wire, and those who lived here rarely left its confines. Plus, Colress and his kids simply had no reason to know of Juniper.

‘Um-’ Bianca reached into her bag, and pulled out the capsule that cradled two Poké Balls. ‘Wou-would you like to meet them? The Pokémon?’

Colress exchanged a look with Rosa, whose expression was as difficult to read as her father's. Eventually, after a silent exchange, Rosa said, ‘I guess,’ Then, she turned to the boy, who was still hiding behind Colress. ‘What about you, Nate?’

Cheren didn't hear Nate's reply, but he had emerged a bit more from behind his father. Cheren took that as a “yes”.

Beaming, Bianca popped the capsule open and let a pair of familiar faces out.

The two Pokémon, a Snivy and an Oshawott, took in their surroundings. Compared to the lab and the homes of previous potential Trainers, this must be quite a shock to them.

The Snivy, the more cautious of the two, experimentally poked at the floor and furniture with its vines. The Oshawott, meanwhile, was a lot more chipper and had practically skipped over to that Pawniard standing beside Colress. The Sharp Blade Pokémon hissed and brandished its sharp edges. Luckily, the Oshawott took the hint and backed off.

The two Pokémon explored their surroundings, and Cheren was suddenly hit with a rush of nostalgia. It was like two years ago, when he and Bianca and Hilda were just starting out. He couldn’t stop the fond, almost melancholy, smile when the Oshawott toddled up to Nate and held its arms in the universal gesture for “up”.

The same thing happened with Hilda.

The Snivy, meanwhile, had claimed a rather disgruntled Rosa's head as its perch. She was grumbling and looked rather unimpressed, but there was a glimmer of childish glee in her eyes.

Nate, meanwhile, had sat down, cross-legged, and let the Oshawott clamber onto his lap. For a boy so anxious, it must've taken a lot of courage to do that. Cheren felt a swell of pride in his chest, just like when his students do well.

Cheren jumped at the feeling of a hand clasping his shoulder. Colress stood just beside him, so thin and frail and yet possessing the strength to not only survive this place, but to also raise and protect two kids from the horrors outside. He was gazing at his children with such paternal warmth that it reminded him of Alder.

Rosa had sat beside Nate, and was now giggling as the Snivy clambered around her head.

Nate was a lot more subdued, and was instead giving the Oshawott gentle head pats, his Minccino teddy carefully sat just beside him.

Bianca was watching them as well, with a beaming smile and bright eyes. From her expression alone, Cheren knew she believed him to have chosen right. These kids would flourish on a journey.

The two remaining PokéDexes were set upon a rickety table. ‘For when they’re ready.’ Bianca said.

Colress gave a small nod. ‘They. . . They’ll do great out there,’ He said, his voice unusually soft. ‘They deserve better than this place.’

There was a silent, additional statement to Colress’ words, a statement Cheren thoroughly disagreed with: ‘They deserve better than me.’

Cheren felt the absence of the hand upon his shoulder.

Colress, who had put some distance between himself and his guests, scratched behind the Purrloin’s ears - his shirt sleeve slipped down his arm, and nausea churned in Cheren's gut at the sight of bruises wrapped around his too-thin wrist - and gave the Pawniard a gentle, good-natured nudge, which earned him a playful, but harmless, swipe of the Pokémon’s blades in response.

The man gave Bianca a respectful nod. He met Cheren’s eyes. His smile was warm, and his eyes were soft. ‘Thanks, brat.’

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thunderblessedhero · 5 months

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HOW ARE YOU ALL ALIVE???

N: Hoooo boy. You all… are probably in severe need of a recap. A lot has happened in the last… what, two hours? And even before that…

August: okay but I get to do the recap cause I was in the middle of it all!

Blake: hey, hey, hold on- I was missing for well over a month and presumed DEAD! I probably have like, a billion questions to answer, let me do it-

Hugh: Oh my god, we can ALL do the recap together, you idiots. We all kinda have our own piece of the story to tell, anyways.

N: Right, right, so where do I start… Well, a few days ago, I managed to find Zekrom again. After seeing what happened in Opelucid, we both decided it was time to end Team Plasma once and for all.

August: and while N was busy tracking them down, Hugh and I were following their trail! basically, after a LONG week of traveling, we made it to Humilau City and found their frigate hidden close by. Cheren, Hugh and I raided it, hoping to dismantle whatever super weapon they’d used to freeze Opelucid… but at one point we got chased off. except for me! I stowed away to find out where they were going. I told Hugh to rendezvous with Cheren and these ex-Team Plasma guys who were also there hoping to destroy the weapon at the giant chasm. also, their super weapon was Kyurem btw- from what Drayden told me, its the third piece of the original dragon. yknow, the thing Reshiram and Zekrom used to be a part of. basically its the husk that was left over after they split… and the DNA splicers- the artifact that Team Plasma stole and modified- could be used to fuse them all back together.

Hugh: The frigate landed, and while August went after Ghetsis and Kyurem, I raided the ship in search of my little sister’s stolen Purrloin. I… found it, but it’s a Liepard now and doesn’t recognize me. But… I’ll worry about all that later.

August: while I was fighting Ghetsis, N and Zekrom came flying in seconds before it tried to kill me.

N: Zekrom had picked up on Kyurem’s pain and tracked it- that’s how we managed to get there, in the nick of time no less. But… I wasn’t prepared for what Ghetsis- my… father, had planned. He used the DNA splicers to fuse Zekrom and Kyurem…

August: I tried to defeat it, but the thing was too strong. we were seconds away from losing when- lo and behold- RESHIRAM decided to show up to the party

Blake: uh huh, so basically, I didn’t die, which is good! Plasma just faked it to make an example out of me- originally I think they… were going to genuinely kill me, but Colress convinced Ghetsis I could still be useful in helping them find Reshiram.

Blake: they, uh… I’m not sure what they used to make that video look legit, but I have my suspicions. as far as I’m aware, they still have Nox, whose illusions are close to perfect, so- that’s my guess, at least. I just… really hope he survived that hit.

N: ….

Blake: …anyways, while I was being held captive that Colress freak ran some experiments on me. I lied and told them I couldn’t call Reshiram to my side on a whim, so he just opted to experiment on my chosen abilities to try and make me summon it.

Blake: it was… pretty messed up, not gonna lie. I’m not gonna go into detail about it. but it did help me tap into some of my powers. I can summon fire in my hand now, but more importantly, I learned to communicate with Reshiram across long distances via telepathy- not that I told any of this to Colress, of course. so then began me and Reshi’s silent planning- I told him to keep his distance until the time was right. eventually, I learned about the Kyurem project, and what they were planning to do once they got their hands on Reshi.

Blake: when the frigate landed in the giant chasm, I had NO idea August was even on board or planning to take on Ghetsis. my plan was to let Kyurem start its little region-freezing spree, wait until it needed a moment to recharge and catch its breath, then swoop in on Reshi while it was weakened and take Ghetsis out.

Blake: but as you can probably tell, that… didn’t end up being what happened. I heard the guards shout something about seeing Zekrom fly in after them, so Reshi and I jumped into action. It… it was rash and stupid, I know, but ever since I learned about N being back in Unova I’ve been worrying myself sick thinking about what might happen if Ghetsis caught word. of what he might do to him.

Blake: I managed to stun Black Kyurem, but not for long. it… well, the moment I arrived Ghetsis was quick to finish what he started.

August: Kyurem absorbed Reshiram, too, and now…

N: The original dragon is off on a violent rampage around Unova.

Hugh: Yeah, I got there just in time to see that monstrosity blow a hole in the chasm and trap Ghetsis under a pile of boulders. It’s not following his command anymore, by the looks of it, but it’s definitely not on our side either.

Blake: it was like the dragons were all struggling for control in one body…

N: And now its off in the far north of the region, flattening mountain ranges- thankfully there’s not a lot of civilization out there, but its only a matter of time before it reaches a city or town.

August: after everything ended, Keldeo found me again and said he knows someone who might be able to help. and like, we need all the help we can get obviously, so now we’re following him to wherever this backup of his is.

August: aaand now you’re all caught up! here’s to hoping whatever Keldeo wants to show us can help us split the dragons again. the DNA splicers were destroyed with Ghetsis, so… this could be our only hope…

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antihibikase2 · 11 months

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Revival Herb

Trade with @rivalhughs! First time writing Cheren Ohashi, and I absolutely love his team.. and how he dotes on them. Diane my beloved..

Thank you for trading with me Mait, I hope you like it! :]

The item wasn’t damaged in any way, at least, from Cheren Ohashi’s perspective.

But of course, to the shopkeeper who caught his Liepard red-handed, every little detail was of utmost importance- the Dark Gem she had taken from the table was spotless, gleaming beautifully under the sunlight, but the shopkeeper insisted that she had chipped it with her fangs, even if Cheren was certain there was nothing to fuss about; he didn’t think she could bite down that hard on a gem of all things.

Then the shopkeeper brought up a good point; simply holding onto the gem would drain it of its properties, especially if the Pokemon who had held onto it knew a move that matched its typing.

Though he had no solid evidence that the Dark Gem powered up his Liepard in any way, he did think the shopkeeper had the right to be a little upset.

Unfortunately, Cheren didn’t have the money to pay for the outrageous price of the precious gem, so instead, the shopkeeper sent him to Chargestone Cave to fetch him another one from the dust clouds.

He couldn’t be too angry with Diane, his Liepard- she was just a little naive, convinced that she was sneakier than she actually was. Perhaps it was partly Cheren’s fault for spoiling her, but he couldn’t help it.

It was also partially his fault for being too caught up in his thoughts to notice what she was doing- she wasn’t particularly known for being the sneakiest of Liepards after all.

But he doesn’t need to dwell on what has happened; all he can do now is busy himself and find a replacement for the gem before he goes on his way.

Diane kept her head lowered the entire time as they trekked inside the cave, passing through shimmering rocks of glowing blue. Cheren couldn’t help but feel bad for her, the light of the cave only illuminated her dejected features.

Purposely, he leaves a part of his bag open, the head of a Revival Herb poking out and swaying with each of his movements.

Naturally, this catches Diane’s attention, bringing her out of her stupor.

For a minute, she wonders if she should try, given that she had just failed her earlier mission..

But to Cheren’s delight, she bites and slightly pulls it out of his bag.

He pretends to not notice, stifling a small laugh as she purrs contently, her trots becoming more chipper as they walk deeper into the cave.

“You know, Diane,” He says, still not glancing at her so she gets to hold onto her treasure a little longer. “Maybe it’s not you being bad at sneaking. Maybe the shopkeeper just had too good of a hearing, like Bianca.”

Her ears perk up.

“It’s been awhile since we saw her, right? You want to see her again, Diane?”

Her tail swishes faster, on account of her being unable to do more than a muffled meow.

“Me too.”

Cheren stops in his tracks as he settles into a nice enough spot, one where dust clouds are sure to appear if he waits long enough.

He lets the rest of his team out to play as he sits on a smooth surface, while Diane finally shows off what she's stolen from him.

"Oh, now how did you take that from me?"

A magician never reveals her secrets, Diane's proud face says all too smugly.

Cheren chuckles, taking back the Revival Herb from her mouth. She looks relieved to be free of its bitter taste.

"Aren't you sneaky! See, you're not so bad after all!"

Diane does a pleased meow and settles right next to her trainer with little kneads of her paws, finally in lighter spirits, the previous incident gone from her head.

"You know," though Diane is listening, it seems as if he's musing thoughts to himself. "I should have traded this herb for the gem. You buy it for around the same price, if not higher."

Diane cocks her head in confusion.

"It's a Revival Herb. It's a really good item. Expensive though," He gently spins it between his finger and his thumb. "Bianca had lots to share. She gave some to me and some to Hilda."

At the mere mention of her name, his gaze seemed to soften.

Diane noticed his change in moods immediately.

"Sorry. We lost against her again, didn't we? We'll do better next time."

He says that, but there's a part of him that wonders if it's true at all.

"Who knows? Maybe that Revival Herb will come in handy."

There's a small smile of amusement in his face when Diane looks displeased at the thought of having that bitter thing in her mouth once more.

Cheren wonders if he's willing to see such a face again if he does end up using the Revival Herb in battle; the thought is enticing, but he pushes it back.

He wouldn't need to waste a turn and rely on items that his Pokemon will hate; he just needs to work harder, just like his other friend, Bianca.

Work harder, work smarter, work better.

If he does that, he wouldn't have to lose against Hilda all the time.

If he does that, he wouldn't be frustrated with doing something he enjoys.

He knows so.

Doesn’t he?

From the corner of his eye, he spots several dust clouds start to appear.

He watched as Lucian and Nerida- his Serperior and Simipour respectively, raced each other to the clouds before Cheren could command them. Lucian manages to dig out a Drilbur from hiding, while Nerida's attack causes small gems to pop out of a hole- none of which are black.

He thanks them for their hard work, and Nerida flashes him a dazzling smile in return. Lucian continues to stay on guard.

Cheren finds himself resting his hands on his palms as he watches his beloved Pokemon scurry about; Colm was preening his feathers on a dark corner of the cave, while Bijou and Axel looked around curiously, intrigued by the floating stones.

He calls the other two over to sit next to him, giving them loving rubs and pats.

“Sorry, you guys give it your all for me, and yet here I am,” He laughs a little bitterly. “Letting you down.”

All three of them make displeased cries, as if they were trying to comfort him.

He can’t pretend to understand Pokemon like that guy does, but he knows his team, and they know him in return.

He appreciates the gesture.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to help me feel better.” He reassures them with a small smile. “Really. Just keep doing your best, and I’ll do the same.”

After all, it’s all he could do right now.

He pushes down on the bubbling insecurity that he feels in his throat.

But, he feels tears prickle on the corner of his eyes, and his bottom lip quivering at the thought of his most recent loss.

The sound of burrowing is heard from afar, and this time, Colm joins in as Lucian and Nerida pound on what seemed to be another Drilbur.

To their surprise, multiple black gems spew out from the hole.

Quickly, he tries to rub his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket while Diane, Bijou, and Axel are too occupied celebrating with the other three over their prize.

He’s not going to let this loss get to him- how could he call himself a trainer otherwise, to let something like that crush his self-esteem?

His Pokemon, working together even without the need for his commands, was proof he was doing well.

Wasn’t it?

Nerida gathers handfuls of the gems gleefully, as if she was holding the rainbow in her palms. Lucian and Colm only take the black ones back to their trainer, while Diane peers over the rest in interest.

“We got more than what we asked for,” Cheren says, taking one of the Dark Gems in his fingers and inspecting it. “You think we could sell some to that guy?”

Axel picks up the Revival Herb that he had been inspecting earlier.

“..oh, you want me to give some to Bianca and Hilda?”

The suggestion makes the other Pokemon perk up in agreement. They make several noises that he can only assume was them talking over one another about his closest friends, happy at the thought of finding them gifts despite their previous battles.

In a way, Cheren felt slightly envious over how carefree they were.

Even though they lost, even if Cheren wasn’t strong enough..

His Pokemon could smile freely right now as if nothing’s weighing them down.

Cheren could only imagine how that felt.

Still, that small smile never leaves his lips, even as the slight feeling of guilt and jealousy lingers in his chest.

He takes a few of the other colored gems into his hands, internally monologuing the teams of his friends so they could make use of the items. Diane in particular picks up a small Water Gem in her mouth, placing it right next to his hand.

He thinks of Hilda and her starter Otto.

Then he thinks of Bianca and her starter Blaise.

The feeling of nostalgia makes him feel warmer- better about his current situation.

He takes a fistful of Dark Gems into his pockets, whistling for his team to follow him outside- he doesn’t realize how dark it’s gotten outside. He supposed he could continue training tomorrow instead.

Adjusting his bag, he pushes away the feeling of having wasted his time in Chargestone Cave instead of bettering himself and his skills.

Deep down, he knows that isn’t true.

After all, with the little gifts in his possession, he felt more eager than ever to see his friends once more, to meet up with them as if they were younger children again, showing each other the treasures they’ve picked from their hometown.

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