OMG Flarey writes fictions? Well, as a matter of fact, yes she does! Except I never post them
Oh, excuse me.
*squishes an ant that crawled onto her arm*
Now where were we? That's right! Well, I have a lot of useless Study lessons in my school week, so I figured I might as well use them for something interesting. Every day when I'm in Study I'll come in here and write something. Maybe it'll all make sense, maybe they'll be random short stories. I don't actually know ^_^
Lol, my French teacher just came up to me and gave me some French sheets. She said something to me, but I'm listening to Thunderstruck on my cell phone and couldn't hear a word she said XD
So, here's the first installment! Will it make sense? Will I write whatever I like and hope someone gets it? Or will Flarey's extreme randomnes take over all of Psypoke, and one day the world?! Let's not push our luck, eh...
"There. Correctly filed." Standing up, Admin brushed off his hands and looked around his office as the filing cabinet drawer closed on its own. He had just finished updating Draco's file after the DracuLatios had successfully passed all the tests required to become a Chosen. Draco was now officially the Guardian of the Creator, and now his file said so.
Glancing out his open door, Admin saw several bird-like creatures fly over the courtyard, reminding him of something.
"I should check up with Tonbar, see how Trunk is going..." he murmured. Walking out of his office, he made his way across the courtyard, heading towards a low building on the other side of it, to the right of the big golden palace gates, and just inside the walls of the palace. The building was the Headquarters of the Realm4, and was strictly off-limits to anyone except Admin and the Realm4 themselves - unless someone had Admin's permission.
As he walked into the building, Admin kept an ear out for anyone approaching. Walking through the small entry hall, he nodded to the guard standing stationary just inside the automatic doors. Across the hall on the opposite wall were four doors, each leading to one of the four quarters of the Realm4.
Entering Tonbar's private medical ward, Admin saw a flash of color in a bed on the far side of the room. Tonbar himself was nowhere to be seen, and as Admin drew closer to the bed he saw that the little Phanpy/Growlithe fusion was lying still.
"Trunk?" he asked kindly, moving closer. The little fusion had come down with Realm Flu a few days earlier, and Tonbar had taken him into his medical centre as a quarantine.
"Trunk?" Admin asked again. Something was wrong, he could sense it. Approaching the bed, he reached out and placed a hand on Trunk's side. Gasping, he stepped back, staring in horror. The fusion was dead.
"Forse!!!!!"
His powerful wings carrying him quickly back through the halls, Admin thought hard about what could have happened. Death had not been possible in the Realms for over seven millenium, not through sickness, not old age, not through anything. Realmens simply did not die whilever they were in the Realms.
"FORSE!"
"Sir, what's wrong?!" Dashing out from another hallway, Darmed stopped short, dark red eyes wild. Landing in front of her, Admin folded his wings quickly.
"Where is Forse?! Trunk is dead!!"
"Dead?! How is that possible, sir??"
"I don't know, I must find Forse!"
"I last saw him in his quarters, sir."
"Thankyou." Dashing into the third hallway off the small entry hall, Admin continued to call for Forse.
Forse was in power over Life and Death in the Realms, which so far had only meant that he'd organized where new characters lived and what they were classified as. Death had never been an issue.
"Forse!" Throwing open the door to Forse's bedchamber, Admin stared in horror. Forse was sprawled, unmoving, on the floor at the foot of his bed.
"In darkmind's name, what has happened here..." Admin murmured in dismay, staring in shock at Forse's unmoving form.
That's so cute ;_______;
Glia