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Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Rebirth
It was what is called a beautiful morning.
The newly risen sun showed it's beams on the world, hanging in a clear blue sky. It was warm; not too hot, not too cold. The land itself was a meadow filled with deep green grass and wildflowers of every color of the rainbow. A gentle breeze washed over the meadow, blowing the long grass and the the wildflowers around. Bird Pokémon chatted with their friends overhead, creating what sounded like a song to anyone who didn't know better.
Deep within the grass, a creature, about the size and shape of a human baby, stirred. It was breathing deeply, and pollen from the flowers were shaken out. The creature, an oddly colored Ralts, sneezed and opened its eyes. It sat up, shaking its head rapidly.
"Ugh..." she (for the voice was surely female) said. "What happened?" The Ralts rubbed her head. Her hand brushed the horn on her head. "What the...?" The Ralts, a little bit slow, finally realized that it wasn't her hair covering her eyes but something else. She manged to find her hand to look at and let out a surprised yelp when she saw it. "T-this isn't my hand!" The Ralts stood up and realized how short she was. "This isn't my body!"
The Ralts was finally struck with a couple of memories. One was of a car crash, another was of a weird goat thing. Is this some kind of weird afterlife? she wondered. She struggled to remember what that goat said.
"Why can't I remember anything else?" the Ralts asked quietly.
It was what is called a beautiful morning.
The newly risen sun showed it's beams on the world, hanging in a clear blue sky. It was warm; not too hot, not too cold. The land itself was a meadow filled with deep green grass and wildflowers of every color of the rainbow. A gentle breeze washed over the meadow, blowing the long grass and the the wildflowers around. Bird Pokémon chatted with their friends overhead, creating what sounded like a song to anyone who didn't know better.
Deep within the grass, a creature, about the size and shape of a human baby, stirred. It was breathing deeply, and pollen from the flowers were shaken out. The creature, an oddly colored Ralts, sneezed and opened its eyes. It sat up, shaking its head rapidly.
"Ugh..." she (for the voice was surely female) said. "What happened?" The Ralts rubbed her head. Her hand brushed the horn on her head. "What the...?" The Ralts, a little bit slow, finally realized that it wasn't her hair covering her eyes but something else. She manged to find her hand to look at and let out a surprised yelp when she saw it. "T-this isn't my hand!" The Ralts stood up and realized how short she was. "This isn't my body!"
The Ralts was finally struck with a couple of memories. One was of a car crash, another was of a weird goat thing. Is this some kind of weird afterlife? she wondered. She struggled to remember what that goat said.
"Why can't I remember anything else?" the Ralts asked quietly.