Cyndaquil
Flare up your ideas, be careful not to burn them~
It was a glimmering day.
Glimmering with anything but light.
The wind was howling, such that no moon could ever imagine it so.
The vegetation shook in a rhythmic pattern, that even a hare wouldn’t dare to harbor.
The air was thick with something—not humidity or even smoke, but a feeling.
A feeling of—shall I say, a cloaked enemy, rearing back for the strike.
The deception seemed clear, that it was accursed, our fellowship,
The whole lot of us – Hideki, Yori, Meinrad, Pontus, and I.
I thought it would be alright.
With a tiny pinprick of hope: a moon beam of calm, in the maniacal storm.
The words coursed through my veins:
Will this pain last forever?
But at least we can face it together.
Alone out in the storm.
Yet, we must keep our party together, for the sakes of each other.
What a blissful place this was. Before the storm.
Just an incompetent country though.
They had it coming.
Stupid Americans.
Glimmering with anything but light.
The wind was howling, such that no moon could ever imagine it so.
The vegetation shook in a rhythmic pattern, that even a hare wouldn’t dare to harbor.
The air was thick with something—not humidity or even smoke, but a feeling.
A feeling of—shall I say, a cloaked enemy, rearing back for the strike.
The deception seemed clear, that it was accursed, our fellowship,
The whole lot of us – Hideki, Yori, Meinrad, Pontus, and I.
I thought it would be alright.
With a tiny pinprick of hope: a moon beam of calm, in the maniacal storm.
The words coursed through my veins:
Will this pain last forever?
But at least we can face it together.
Alone out in the storm.
Yet, we must keep our party together, for the sakes of each other.
What a blissful place this was. Before the storm.
Just an incompetent country though.
They had it coming.
Stupid Americans.