One night and one more time thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great he tastes like you, only sweeter one night, yeah, and one more time thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories see, he tastes like you, only sweeter, been looking forward to the future but my eyesight is going bad, in these crystal balls, it's always cloudy except for when you look into the past one night stand.

Everywhere she went was filled with soot and ash, and like a winter wonderland, their grayness filled the horizon to no end. Minerva rode on top of Argos, who speedily ran through the crooked and uneven path of the Jagged pass. Perfect for training the reflexes and speed of any Pokemon. Argos had just recently evolved and he needed to get used to his new size and weight. Belphegor was strong and all, but lazy as hell. He was good for battling but not for scouting. Argos was perfect for the things that Bel couldn’t do. He jumped and sped through wedges and platforms, making Minerva chuckle. Argos was clearly enjoying this. If it wasn’t for the soot getting into her face, the rushing air would have felt great.

“Argos!” She called after her Granbull, patting the side of his bulky face. His tongue was out and flapping in the wind, leaving a trail of drool in their wake. “Halt right here!”

Granbull slowed down and stopped to a halt. Minerva hopped off, gave Argos a good rub in the neck, and started the scenery from the utmost top of the Jagged pass. There were plantlife all over the area, but you wouldn’t be able to tell there was grass because it was covered with a gray blanket. But Minerva didn’t care about the environment at all. The treacherous path was cruel and unforgiving to most that passed through it without care. There was bound to be some valuable stuff lying out there from past accidents. There was a saying amongst thieves that allowed them to indulge in such activities: one’s loss was someone else’s gain.

Pity she couldn’t take a deep breath. Minerva took out Argos’ Pokeball and begun playing with it, throwing it up and catching it. Undoubtedly, the Grandbull’s tail begun to sway back and force. He knew what this meant.

“Fetch boy!” She shouted, flinging the Pokeball into the open path of the jagged pass. “ You know what happens if you don’t retrieve it!”

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