The air exploded in a brilliant burst of white light. This move is so dangerous because there's no guarantee you won't be struck by the lightning and killed. I had to chance it. I shielded my eyes from the intense glare but managed to make out massive bolts of electricity running from the ceiling to random spots in the room, filling the air with lightning. A rivulet of white death passed within inches of my arm, and through my clothing I felt my hair stand on end. It was only then that I realized my serious mistake. The electricity of the bolts was channeling through the ice, frozen WATER, into my clothing! Fortunately, I was insulated enough to escape most of the danger. That annoying item in my pack was charged up by the voltage and kept getting shaken around as the shock waves struck me.
I looked back at the battlefield as the blindingly bright war raged on. I could make out the inky form of Matariel amidst the rivers of power, but couldn't see Articuno. Rather, I HEARD it, shrieking with a haunting cry once and falling heavily to the floor.
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When I look back at my life I see better times, but with these memories come
________________________________the visions of missed opportunities, chances passed, and risks not taken. I
________________________________wonder what I haven't seen yet, what I haven't done, and I feel lost.
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