“I won’t let you
die!” Spirit screeched, clutching the slightly smaller than her boy in her arms
tightly. The tiny boy tilted his head up at her, his eyes closed tightly.
“Spirit I can’t…hold on…any more…” Wiping the tears that were cascading down
her cheeks, Spirit brushed the golden hair away from the infant’s eyes,
revealing a small red gem on his forehead. “I thought we might be the Chosen
Ones that would save the world from destruction but…it can’t be. Not without
you.” Letting her final tear drip onto his limp body, Spirit gently laid the
boy into the lake, and whispered, “Long live Xie.”

-

Zelf paced anxiously around the body, his head growing
weary. No…Spirit couldn’t have died! He wailed silently, staring at his
motionless sister in distraught awe. First Xie, then her…I must be next. Zelf
thought bitterly, watching as even more blood pooled from Spirit’s body.
Carefully, he lifted her into his arms and cradled her, before relentlessly
placing his sister into the lake and watching as she floated down…down…

-

Zelf watched as his own blood slid from his body, every drop
making him quiver in pain. “This isn’t how I wanted it to end!” He howled,
shaking as his body gave another spasm. It was so weird, he mused, that
whenever each person came to a different lake due to an urge, we randomly start
bleeding…he shook the thought, and could only watch his own life draining from
him. Finally, the last amount he could survive on flowed out, and everything
went back…

-

Xie sat up quickly, his eyes clamped as tightly as they were
when he perished. Bering a look of pure confusion, he muttered, “Where am I?
And why do I have…a tail? Where’s Spirit? Why am I so cold? Why is my hair
gone? Why…” Questions swirled through his head rapidly, each one more confusing
than the last. All he knew was, he felt odd, like some sort of creature.
Feeling himself quickly, it didn’t take long to realize that he was now a
Pokemon. (ßFail
paragraph right thar.)

(Continuing tomorrow. c:)