i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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immediately, thalia knew that she hated this girl. what she didn't know was that she was going to hate her for a very, very long time.
the urge to yell was strong, but the blonde was quick to turn her attention, and thalia managed to bite her tongue. even then, she had a smug sense of superiority about the situation. she was being mature. she was showing restraint. yelling would only further attract the attention of the surrounding wild. she'd been responsible, and now she was being smart.
she tagged along. that was her responsibility, whether they liked it or not.
their interaction made her uncomfortable, though. she didn't know what it was about it. it didn't feel like other kids her age. her confusion created more frustration... it was like they had no regard for her at all, and now they were being weird, and they were still being so obstinate and wayward and stupid, but so—
restraint never paid off. though she kept her distance, she was close enough to witness the same scene as anyone else. it was as she had observed earlier: on mt silver, sometimes there was commotion, but it rarely had anything to do with her. this didn't have to be a problem. that was what she thought, anyway. on that day, things continued to go south in the most unexpected ways.
as that graveler bloomed with light, thalia's mind went blank. the onix would likely absorb most of the damage, but she wasn't thinking about that. she wasn't thinking about anything. the drive to run — to survive — was nothing but a primitive urge. she couldn't even speak.
of course, it would never be that easy. the explosion was enough to knock her to the ground from sheer disorientation. dazed, she could only remain sprawled on the ground, face in the dirt, ears ringing so loudly she couldn't hear anything else. she was scared. she was scared. she was scared. and she would only get more scared.
with her senses inhibited, she thought the tremors that followed were simply the earth settling in response to the shock, until she caught sight of the steelix in her peripheral vision.
FERNANDO SILPH | LILLIAN GLASS |
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