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Open The Darkest Hour (halfway through plot)

Artemis woke up. After what seemed like hours of staring up at the sky, she sat up, apparently deep in thought. The Gallade sighed softly in frustration.
I just realized. I.. really don't remember what my mom looks like. That really is messed up.
This made her feel depressed. She looked at the ground, and used one finger to draw a Ralts and a Gallade in the sand. Finally, she drifted into dreamless sleep.
 
((Two things: One, this post will be similar to grin's dream earlier, and Two: This si my thousandth post!))

I opened my eye to find myself in a strange, dark dimesnion.

I know this place. But it's been years since I've seen it...

A long, snake-like creature wiht spikes appeared before me.

"Welcome back, My Hand."

"Lord Giratina," I said, "It's been a while sicne I've spoken with you."

"Yes, that's true, which is jsut as well," He said, "Because you need to hear what I'm about to tell you."

"Wait," I said, "before we begin, do you know about-"

Giratina amde a noise resembling laughter. "Yes, i know about your problem. In fact, that's exactly why i msut speka with you."

((Darksong, i am not doing anything to railroad. Giratina and Zrantox are merely talkign about Zratnox's little situation.))
 
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