Chapter 11- Life, Love, and Loss

(Warning: this chapter and others depict scenes of graphic violence. Enjoy!)

 

Brock sighed sleepily as the warm sun broke the horizon. Looking about, he discovered he was in the one place he begged not to be when he woke up. In a wet, dark, makeshift hospital. He groaned and wiped off his face with his sleeve, sitting up, taking a look around. It was the same as last night, though everyone was asleep. He chuckled to himself as he saw Jessie and James, who had fallen asleep back-to-back. They would make a terrible couple, he thought, but they do look kinda cute together. Standing up, he wiped off his shirt, when something caught his eye. Looking out the window, his heart sank, and he saw Felicia, bloody and unmoving on the ground not four feet from the house entrance.

“ Felicia!!!” he cried, bolting out the door and kneeling beside her. She looked up with weak, drowsy eyes, ones that used to be dazzling brown diamonds now reduced to dull embers; she rolled over slightly and gazed up at him.

“ Bro..ck….?” She mumbled, her dirty hair stringing in locks down her face. Brock sat her up, taking her in his arms.

“ Felicia, are you…” He was about to ask, when he saw the jagged cut down her forearm. It was now encrusted with dried blood, but the telltale sighs of how much she had actually lost was dried and stained in her clothing.

“ Oh God….we need to get you to a real hospital!!!”

“ No..no..” She mumbled, pushing herself up and onto her feet.

“ I’ll be..alright…” Losing her balance, she collapsed right into Brock’s arms, her forehead resting against his chest with a soft thump. He scooped her up, finding her suprisingly light for her age, and was about to carry her into the center, when the sound of footsteps stopped him.

“ What is that?” he said, turning around to face the hill the center as built to the west of. He watched as two four-legged silhouettes grew closer and closer.

“ No way!!” he said, surprised to find the Falcor and Razar carrying two slumbering passengers: Ash and Misty, with Pikachu napping on Razar’s head. He just watched in awe as the two dogs approached him, the huge Falcor’s wings draped one over Razar and himself to act as blankets for the two, and looked up at him with bright eyes.

“ Coorrr…Fal?” the large winged gray one chirped. (Is this…the right place?)

“ Razar…. zarzarra” the smaller teal one responded. (Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is the rest house.)

“ Falllcor!!” It said, looking straight up at Brock. (Are you the keeper?)

“Uhhh…I don’t understand you…” Brock said. Suddenly, under the covering of Falcor’s black feathers, Misty began to wake on Razar’s back. She propped herself up, looking up at Brock.

“ Oh, hey Brock! Looks like Razar finally found you…good dog!” She said, rubbing Razar’s fur. 

“ These are YOURS??” He exclaimed.  Misty laughed.

“ No, just Razar and Tokka. Falcor is Ash’s, not mention that awful Kontra thing.” 

“ How the HELL did YOU catch those????”

Misty glared at him, dismounting Razar and standing. Brock shut up.

“Ash, wake up!!!” She said, giving him a tasteful whack on the head. He rolled over, obviously forgetting he was on a Pokémon, and falling flat on the ground. Grumbling and rubbing his head, he stood up and looked around.

“ Hey! Falcor got us to the rest house!”

“ I don’t think so.” Misty countered. “ It was all Razar. Your Falcor just tagged along.”

“ Hey!!!”  he exclaimed. “ Falcor is just as smart as…”

“ ENOUGH!!!!” Brock bellowed. They both looked up at him.

“ We have GOT to find the rest of the Pokémon and get off this island. Felicia is really hurt and she needs help, not your bickering!!”

Suddenly, the rest house shook with shouts and crashes. Brock winced.

“Looks like Jessie and James are awake..”

*****

“ A BOG!! Of all things, you had to fall into a BOG!!” Aya yelled, keeping a quick pace along the road.

“ Hey, it wasn’t my fault!!” Inferno exclaimed, trotting along beside her.

“ If you hadn’t pulled that STUPID parlor trick, we would have gotten a lot more done, not to mention meeting Ash at the rest house on time!!” Ember scolded him.

“ It wasn’t even funny!” Tidal added. Inferno bowed his head.

“ Geeze, FINE!!! I’m sorry!!” 

“ Just shut up, Inferno, SHUT UP!!!” Aya yelled. “ I’ve had enough of your excuses.”

“Guys!!” Shadowcat called, swooping down and circling them. “ I can see the house from here!”

“ Finally!!” Tidal yelled, he and Ember breaking into a dead run.

“ Wait for me!!” Inferno shouted, running along.

“All right! Prize catches!” said a man’s voice, which immediately halted Tidal and Ember, causing Inferno to crash into them like a highway accident. Aya looked behind her to see a rugged looking man, about six-foot, with a bag of Safari pokeballs.

“ I knew I’d find some Pokemon sooner or later! You are all MINE!”

Aya laughed and crossed her arms. “ I don’t think so.” She said confidently.

The man laughed, rubbing his bristly chin. “Oh, a smart-alek, huh? Well, you’ll do fine in my collection. Pokeball, Go!!”

The man threw a crystal pokeball, which Aya simply knocked back to him with the Raichu bolt on her tail.

“ Like I said!” Aya yelled. “ We’re not up for capture!”

“ Shut Up!” The man demanded. “ I’ll have to weaken ya first! Go, Brambler!!”

“Brambler?” Aya scoffed. “Is that the best you can do?”

The dog-sized white creature appeared; a healthy pair of black eyes staring right at her, its tail swinging proudly. 

“ Brambler! Attack that Pokemon! Cyclone attack, now!”

“BramBBler!!” It screeched. Aya rolled up her sleeves, obviously about to enjoy using her powers, when suddenly the wrring of tires and the roar of an engine twitched her left ear, and she spun around to see Brock driving Felicia’s red Cherokee, with Tidal, Ember, and Inferno already in the front seat. Ash leaned out of the side door, extending an arm.
“ Hey Aya! Jump in!”   

Aya nodded, obviously not caring about her rival as she scampered up Ash’s arm, down his back, and into the back seat with he, Misty and James (who had traded Jesse his makeshift seat on the way home). She smiled a little and looked up at Ash, who was in turn looking at her with close interest, sitting in his lap. She flicked her ear a tad.

“ Like what you see?” She teased.

“ You’re just… neat looking.” Ash stated, rubbing the light coat of tan fur on her head. Something he touched made her ears perk up, and she melted, purring without a care of how silly she looked. Ember, sitting next to her in Misty’s arms, giggled a little as the normally humanoid-minded Ayachu rubbed her cheek against Ash’s hand, licking his fingertips thankfully for the caress.

“Never thought I’d EVER see that.” Shadowcat joked from his perch above James’ head, laughing to his inflated feathers.   Aya smiled and shrugged.

“ When was the last time someone petted you?”

Misty yawned a little and looked out onto the seemingly endless stretch of road ahead of the hood ornament.

“ Brock, how long will it take to get to the bridge?”

“ About twenty minutes. It took us about two hours to get there from the center, so just relax. This is gonna be a while.”

Misty cocked an eyebrow. “ Since when have you known how to drive?”

Brock went a bit scarlet. “ Well, being that I was the oldest, my father back in Pewter taught me early, before he left.”

“Oh.” She yawned again, laying her head back on the seat. She had no idea why she was tired all of a sudden, she had slept rather well on her Razar’s back, but maybe it was just fatigue from all the running. Slowly, the soft movement of the car and the wind blowing across her face lulled her, and she was soon in a soft sleep.

***

          The concealed laughter in his deep craw and barreled chest caused the darkness around him to ripple like waves. The water pool he used to watch them like a window showed the clear image of Misty’s sleeping beside Ash in the back of the car. Hot blood dripped from his talons, and his eyes began to glow.

“ Sleep is vulnerability, Misty my dear…” he chuckled psychically.

“ But now in this state I can see through to your very darkest of desires…and that might not be exactly what you want…”

And with a wave of his foreclaw, Misty’s dreamless sleep slowly mutated into an emotion rollercoaster from hell…

***

          The dark was almost exactly what Misty desired right about now. With the sight before her, bodies she knew scattered about as if no more than chew toys, the rim of blue on her lips and the hot red river on her leg, the flames devouring her world, she was using all the memories of anger and hate she could to keep herself from crying…she knew if she shed a single saline tear, her body would crumple, and she would collapse amongst the battlefield, and never regain her footing.

“ Oh…My…G-god…” She mumbled, holding herself from shivering. Her friends…Brock, mauled against a nearby wall…Jesse, her body slashed and thrown against James’ at the flames’ edge…Pikachu…and Felicia, on her stomach in a beaten pool of red, her satiny brown hair hiding her face. Misty could feel the almost strangulating feeling of intoxicating death…and evil. The burning of fur caught her senses off guard, and she willed herself to see Aya, Ember, Tidal, Shadowcat, and Inferno in a bonfire heap.

“ What the hell happened here…” She could feel herself of the edge of tears.

You can’t cry she told herself. You’ll die if you let yourself go

“ Why did you leave me?”

Misty spun around, almost collapsing, at the sound of his voice. There, half-hidden by pure dark, was Ash. His hat was gone, his clothes were shredded, and he had a look of hurt and angst in his eye.

“ Ash…” She said, her eyes welling. “ What happened? Are you alright??”

“ You left me. The moment you left me, he attacked. You said you loved me!! You said you wouldn’t leave!!!”

“ What??” She said, hurt by his words. “ I never said-“

“ True or false: Exactly one year ago, on the outskirts of Cerulean, nightfall, you promised yourself you’d never leave me. You promised yourself you’d grow to love me one day!!!”

“ I did!!” She wailed, unaware of the tears she could no longer hold falling down her face.

“ No! You didn’t keep your promise. The moment you let me go, the moment you took your eyes off me in the hellfire of that battle…”

Ash took a step foreword into the light, revealing the bloody, disfigured, gruesomely shredded side of his handsome face. Misty came close to vomiting as she stared at him.

“ That was the moment I DIED!!!”

“ NOHOOO!!!” She screamed.

Then the nightmarish laughter of the Himalya-sheunden dragon filled the air…

***

Ash snickered as he watched Tidal and Inferno wrestle one another in the crook of the seats at his feet. Yawning from his exhaustion, he involuntarily laid his arm over the head of the seat by the dozing Misty. Switching his gaze from Aya playing with a sleeping James’s hair out of boredom, he gazed at the young girl beside him. Her hair fluttered in the wind and the tips were tanned with dried sweat from running, the shadows gently caressed her youthful face as she slept. Ash’s heart swelled as he sighed deeply, of pride and desire. It broke his heart to know such a beautiful young creature could harbor such a hatred of him. He winced as the feeling of her hit stung gain on his face from two nights before. He had enjoyed kissing her- he treasured it. She was so soft and innocent yet raw and rich and throbbing with life. He wanted to kiss her again and again, feel her against him, and taste the rest of that life he had momentarily sampled. But again he was reminded of the way he appalled her, and let his mind drift to the wind whipping through his spiky black hair. Even the way they had embraced with laughter after the Kontra had fallen to him didn’t replace the hurt in his heart from his cheek.

He froze when she moaned a little, not very happily, her eyebrows creasing and her eyes visibly moving under their heavy lids. She’s dreaming… he realized. Or…Could it be a nightmare?

“What are you dreaming of?” he muttered tenderly to her, pushing her hair back a little, feeling a sense of protection towards her.

“ Will you ever tell me?”

“ Why don’t you just tell her?”

Ash jumped and spun his head around, seeing Aya watching him with her elbows resting on her pillows; folds of James’ blue hair.

“ Tell who what?” he faked stupidity. Aya sweatdropped.

“ I’m no stupid animal…. I can read it in your thoughts, see it in your eyes…. You love her.”

Ash opened his mouth to speak, but Aya’s glare silenced him. He started at his feet.

“ I could never…”

“ Why?”

“ She hates me…you see the way she treats me, the way she’s appalled by my attempts at bravery, my attempts to be the Master I’ll probably never be.”

“ Ash…” Aya began, slipping over behind his head and holding onto his hair.

“Never assume anything… she could love you from afar but be far to afraid of heartbreak to reveal it in the slightest.”

“ Yeah right.” He said with chokes of sadness in his voice.

Aya sighed and replaced her position at James’ neck, solemnly, for her friend, returning to making small dreadlocks out of James’ blue mane.

          Ash jumped a little and watched as Misty’s head thumped onto his shoulder when Brock hit a pothole. He rested his hand on her arm and sighed.

“ You’ll hate me for this when you wake up…but I’ll take that chance.”

Aya watched as Ash rested his head ontop of Misty’s and shut his eyes, holding her as best he could. Her heart sank.

“ Poor kid….”

 

          But in the makeshift back seat, next to a slumbering Jessie, Meouth was grinding his claws into the soft pad of his paws, causing blood to stain his fur. His pupils were dilated and rimmed with red. His charm had turned an evil black, and no longer shined.

“ Very very soon now…very very soon!! Nyah Nyah!! MMEEEOUTH!!” he cackled.

***

 

          Night was lightly brushing the land as Brock pulled up to the Indigo Village Pokémon center. He gently lifted sleeping Felicia into his arms and shut the door with his hip, jarring Ash awake. He yawned and smacked his lips, realizing Misty had snuggled even closer to him in her sleep. His heart fluttered, then his attitude was one of worry when he saw the tears stained on his black shirt. She had been crying...over a dream? Must have been awful…he had never seen Misty cry.

“ WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??” James shrieked as he saw the mass of dreadlocks that was once his neatly parted hair. Jesse laughed.

“ You look like an idiot!!”

James turned around and gave her a very angry look, which oddly and promptly silenced her, then stormed inside. Ash nudged Misty gently.

“ Wake up…wake up Misty…we’re here.”

Misty groaned a little, but didn’t awaken. Another tear slipped from her eye, and Ash’s heart melted. He very carefully lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest, and walked inside, swollen with pride; Pikachu riding his shoulders.

          Brock set Felicia down on her feet, helping her steady herself. She held her head, and gazed up at Brock, with sad, guilty eyes. She knew soon Brock wouldn’t look at her with the same kindness, the same compassion…he would see her as a monster.

“ Thank you…you’re very kind…”

“ No problem…hey, you were hurt.”

Felicia looked down, and gently tugged at his jacket.

“ If you’ll get the others…I can show you where we can tend any wounds, freshen up.” Then she walked up the stairs. Brock motioned to James, who followed, scratching the bandage at his side, Jessie following. Meouth trotted along behind, his eyes now dull and soulless. Ash and Misty were left downstairs.

 

***

          The group of them entered slowly as they were led into the shadowy unknown expanse of Felicia’s bedroom. It was very dark, candles in Cubone-skull shaped candleholders let a little glow float in the air. A mass of silky red robes and pillows were huddled in a mass on the floor near the corner, and almost all of the left wall was an open window and balcony, giving a prefect view of that night’s full harvest moon.

“ Weird…” James muttered. Jessie decked him.

“ Its not polite to comment on other culture’s taste!”

“ Who said I was polite?” he countered.

As Felicia walked towards the back of the room, she felt a familiar child-like music play in her mind. It sounded like a tune from a baby’s toy, or a music box. The brown of her eyes took on a slight glow as the soul in them drained…a last tear of woe slipping from their once-beautiful brown frames.

“ This way.”

Brock and James followed close, while Jesse slowed to look at objects on the various modern-style entables. Candles- tribal-looking artifacts...and a statue of a large red dragon. It was coiled limb after limb around the erect black surface of a crystal, with yellow hair that hid its eyes. Its wings were extended, making the small statue seem much larger. She reached out and picked it up, cradling it in the shredded palms of her black gloves. It was only a piece of stone, but it filled her with awe. Her eyes drifted to a dusty picture frame, laid flat, on which the dragon sat. She reached out with her free hand and picked it up, looking at the portrait. It was Felicia- not any younger…much happier…in the arms of a tall man, teenage yet strong, with fire-red hair and cold blue eyes contrary to the laughing smile on his lips. Earrings of all sorts hung from his right ear, some extending as far as his collarbone. The two seemed happy…almost loving. Suddenly, KER-smack!!! Felicia’s hand came with hard force slapping Jesse’s hand, making her drop the dragon and the picture. They landed unharmed on the blood red robes below.

“ Oww!…Hey!” She exclaimed. Felicia’s eyes were sharp, angry and very serious.

“ Its rude to look at other people’s things, Ms. Jessie!”

Her eyes had tamed Jessie’s attitude. “Sorry...Feli-”

Felicia smacked her hard enough to knock her over. She landed hard on the robes. Jesse scrambled to her hands and knees.

“ Hey!!! I said I was sorry!! What was that for?? Who is that guy anyway??”

Felicia grabbed her by her collar hard, holding her up off the floor.

Her eyes scared Jessie, for they were cold and dark and psychotic…lifeless like a drone.

“ Shut up.” She said.

“ Hey Felicia, where’s the peroxide?” Brock yelled from the other room.

“ Coming!” Felicia replied in a happier tone before throwing Jessie to the floor. She paralyzed her with one glare, and Jesse curled immobile on the floor. Her heart was quick and truly afraid…knowing there was no one to protect her from Felicia’s fury.

“ Your time will come.” She hissed, before turning and walking out.

***

Aya stared in the window at Ash’s devotion to the young girl. She sighed and pulled her coat around her.

“ Ayachan?” Shadowcat asked, standing by her.

“ Look at him. Its really in him…he’s so devoted to his Pokémon…so devoted to her…devoted to everything. The song of life itself throbs in his veins. Don't tell me you can’t feel his power when you’re near him.”

“ I can…why does it bother you?”

“ You know Himalya’s coming is soon.”

Shadowcat sighed. “ Unfortunately.”

“ We need him. Or we’re all doomed. You know that.”

Shadowcat said nothing, just gently nuzzled his feathered crown against her head. She sighed, deep in thought, and accepted his touch. They smiled at each other, their eyes shining.

“ Ayachan?”

Aya looked down, to find their three cohorts smiling up at them.

“ I heard you. We did.” Inferno said.

“ You think…Ash is the one?” Ember peeped.

Aya nodded. “ He and Misty and Brock….it flows in all of them.”

“ What about…” Inferno began. “ The others?”

“ Jessie and James you mean?”

Inferno nodded.

“ Why?”

Inferno lowered his head, and his ears. “ I may be young…but I can feel the power too…and I felt it in that young man the other night.”

“ You think James is a carrier too?” Tidal queried.

Inferno nodded. Ember giggled.

“ That guy is goofy…I like him.”

Inferno inhaled deeply, and his fellow Guardians ignored him.

 

***

 

          Ash laid Misty down on the couch, kneeling by her head.

“ Why won’t you wake up??” he asked, worried for her. Still she didn’t move, only moaned fearfully in her impending nightmare. He whimpered a little and caressed her face with his hand.

“ Please open your eyes…whats wrong with you…”

“ Ash?” Aya tugged on his pant leg. “ Can I speak to you?”

“Hmm?” he asked quietly.

Aya took a deep breath. " Something is going to happen soon."

She pressed her small finger against his shredded shirt, over his heart.

" Inside you can overcome it, but I don't want you to let fear hold you back."

Ash blinked. " WHAT are you talking about?"

Aya flicked an ear. " I think you know."

" I don’t! And right now I don't care!"

Aya was taken a little aback. Ash growled.

" Right now all I want to hear is Misty's voice...I want her to be well again, and I'm not leaving her side, I don't care if the worlds gonna end!"

Aya was about to open her mouth, when...

“ AAHH!”

James’ voice echoed upstairs before several loud thumps hit the floor. Ash stood up and looked in the direction all his friends had gone. Suddenly, Felicia appeared with a bloody model of a dragon in her hand, half hidden by the shadows. Blood spread across the side of her face, as if someone had clawed at her, struggling. Her face, painted with crimson like war, told the story of ambush, deceit, and pain.

Aya growled, and her mind began to echo…a small voice screaming… “ Help me!!!!”

“ Its time for you…boy…”

“ WHAT??!!” Ash exclaimed.

***

          In the alternate dimension, the vision pool bubbled and steamed and overflowed. The dragon spread his wings up to their full extent, his many coils muscular and throbbing for release from his prison. He raised his body up and released his compacted muscles, his wings, his limbs and his mind…his razor-tipped talons seized the wall, pressing against it like a child yearning to breathe. His eyes began to glow; he thought nothing of destroying the messenger if it meant opening a passage from his transdimentional prison into the other dimension. This was HIS time! It was to be his kingdom, to tear and gnaw at the soul of the pure and drink of the blood of youth! He would bathe in the tears and laugh as the bones and spirits coiled about his body trying but never to touch their tormenter! And with the guardians dead, HE_ WOULD_ BE_ PERFECT!!!!!

 

          Ash watched in horror and amazement as the ground beneath Felicia’s feet opened and whirled with wind and light. She cackled and laughed as her frame was lifted above the floor. But suddenly, not a struggling victim but Meouth stumbled into the hallway. His eyes were dilated all the way, his charm was broken and he held his chest as a stream of blood ran down his lips. Felicia lifted up the kitten as he began to kick and yowl in pain.

“ Hush, hush baby…you don’t know how great a gift your pain is...with your death you grant unto this realm and the next the blessing of eternal life…”

 

“ Who do you think you are, or what are you?!?” Ash demanded. Felicia paid him no heed.  She lifted Meouth over her head and he convulsed, and a tiny bit of blood oozed from the fur of his chest, like something within him trying to be freed. Ash and Aya gasped as it happened again and again, poor Meouth shedding tears of fear and pain; he was no longer under any control, and he was afraid…it hurt so much, and he didn’t know what was going to happen.

“ Jessie…. James…. Help…” He whimpered and cried as the pain got worse.

Felicia laughed; her teeth feral fangs. “ This will be your gift to him, Nyarthe!! The prophecy is complete!!!”

 

The beast from the cavern has control over her!! Aya psychically yelled to Ash.  Fight the feelings inside, don’t hate, its what he wants!! See the real Felicia’s tears, not this demon’s foam! Remember what the creature did to THE ONE YOU LOVE!! 

 

“ NO!!!!!” Ash yelled. At that second as Felicia’s lips met ending her declaration, Meouth’s chest split. He cried, Felicia laughed, and a seeping black hurricane enveloped the room. A deep rustling laugh of triumph overcame the howling wind and struck dark, passionate fear into Aya and Ash. The suction of black night became too great, and with the feeling of the fluid in his sinuses mixing with stinging heat, the young boy, the hero Ash collapsed, as thunder and the noise of unaltered chaos crashed through the small building and Felicia’s true innocent scream rang shrill into the night.

***

 

What felt like eons later, Ash forced himself to awaken. The stinging in his head was unreal. It was burning like fire. He opened his dark amber eyes to view a slightly red-tinted world around him. His eyes burned as well. Ash coughed like mad, saliva dripping from his mouth as he picked himself
up.

Wait…

The debris of wood and glass surrounded him. The entire building was gray…everything was gray…the sky he could see from the hole in the roof (what was left of it) was a dark, psychotic blue…a spiral of light spanning out from a central point in the overcast blanket of clouds. He felt a breeze blow through the rags of his coat as he stood, Pikachu weak and afraid in his arms. As he saw the sky, he seemed to understand. He wasn’t afraid or even distressed by the alternate type world around him. He looked around, and though a song of determination and love of freedom sang in his mind, his heart sank. The beautiful building was destroyed. Nothing remained but wood and the echo of tears. He looked coldly to his left, to see what was left of Ayachu. To his surprise, he saw Felicia…the Felicia that was true…with her arms tightly wrapped around not only Aya…but Meouth as well, holding them close and safe to her heart. She appeared to have dived for them, her forehead looked bruised, her hair was wild from the wind of the previous night. Her eyes were streaked with tears, innocence she could not express any other way.

Ash felt something about her…He had heard her cry as the black began to flash, the shadows, her pain, he had heard her.... And she lay crumpled on the floor nearby him, Lucifer clinging to her waist, a droplet of blood at her lip. He knew, he felt that Aya was wise, and that this was the Felicia that he had never seen. He bent over and shook her arm lightly to rouse her. After a moment she moaned in a voice more beautiful than he had heard, not the gruff tone she had spoken in previously. Again he tried to shake her to conciseness, this time her brown eyes fluttering open then squinting from the pain.

 

“ A-Ash?” She whimpered.

 

But Ash’s eyes were locked somewhere else. His fists clenched as he stood, his teeth bared and his eyes welling with red-hot tears of hate and fear and love in his eyes. He swore at the sight then and there he would conquer this. He would not let the evil win. His love for his friends was power overall, and though he knew more pain and horror lay ahead, as Aya had said, he was not afraid.

Felicia stood to see what Ash saw. She understood what he was feeling…and she felt it as well…

For written on the last standing wall of the once proud Indigo Village, before them, slashed into script in what was no doubt the blood of those Ash dearly treasured…

“ Give me what I want

                             And I’ll go away.”

***

 

Woah-ho-ho! Himalya’s really crossed the line…will Ash save the day? Will James find himself a carrier of some kind of power? Will Misty awaken from her sleep? And who was the man in Felicia’s picture? Find out in the concluding chapters of

“ The Legend of Crystal Paradise”©

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