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Cold. Wet. His sheets were drenched in sweat. Unusual. Nights were cool on Mt. Pyre. It was one of the reasons he had chosen to camp here. His bare, pale chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Chocolate eyes searched across the little cabin. There Epitaph slept peacefully.
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Where had he been before?
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Shakey hands clamored over his bedside table searching for a particular medicine bottle. The sound of the pills rattling inside, the plastic falling over and tumbling to the floor stirred the gengar, who rolled over to initially glare at his careless trainer. The boy didn't notice.
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Hadn't someone been at the door?
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Casting the damp sheets to drape upon the hardwood floor, Andy rose clumsily abandoning his previous search. Staggering in only his boxers towards the door. Grasping each handle with purpose his cast it aside to reveal... The creepy green environs of Mt. Pyre. But he was certain...
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Huffing, a hand came up to push away the muddy honey locks that clung to his forehead.
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Pressing his shoulder against the frame, he slid down until his butt slammed against the threshold. Bare feet sat across the top step. A rumbling noise drew his attention. Peering through the canopy from his high perch upon the mountain, he saw a storm boiling over the terrain below.
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The clouds rose high and thick, so dark that the lightning that danced between them looked like explosions, detonating stars in a far away nebula. The cool morning air chilled the metal in his thigh. It made it throb with an unnatural anger, but his eyes didn't divert from the spectacle.
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The Darkest Day.
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His family dabbled in various types of history. Evolution. Archeological. Mythological. The details had never been of interest to him. Most in Galar didn't seem to know, or care. He had always considered it just another old story. But then wasn't Giratina just an old story too?
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''Gengar?'' The ghost stood over his shoulder, concern written into his downturned grin. What was going on? Perhaps... ''Weren't you hungry last night?'' The use of dream eater to ward off nightmares had gone back to their earliest days. Epitaph blinked in puzzlement.
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It hadn't seemed like a dream either.
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''Gengar...? Gengar.'' The pokemon took a seat beside him. A mighty clap of thunder rolled on from the distant storm. The clouds contorted as if they were a raging beast, until through an ever silver spot a ray of light broke through. It peered down through the trees to bathe his clamy body in a warm embrace.
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It had been real...
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He had to labor all night until a new day was born. To weather the storm. To bring the dawn like Khepri of old.

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