The unbearably bright flashes finally ceased and everything became quiet. Too quiet. I looked out from behind my crossed arms as I held them up in defense of my face. Matariel stood, or rather hovered, near the fallen body of Articuno. The purplish-black demon smiled menacingly and opened his mouth, as though to howl in triumph. I've never heard my Gengar make a sound, so that was a disturbing, chilling image. His Dream Eater attack came to mind....I shuddered.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Articuno began to move again on the ice. It first turned its head to the side so its perfect black eye pierced me with a cold stare. To my disbelief, it actually began to right itself, using the front of its shiny wings to repel against the ground. I stood still, not moving, waiting, waiting...waiting.

________________________________Then the sun and its warmth rise again on the horizon, and I realize that I ________________________________ have time left. More opportunities. More chances.

I stood in a direct line with Articuno, the Pokemon of legends. That cumbersome item in my backpack wasn't bothering me anymore. It was in my hand.

________________________________ I must take however many I need to be the best.

I took a last glance at the cold, smooth ball. I could vaguely see my reflection in its frost-covered, purple surface. It was time. I took an endlessly deep breath and shouted to the heavens, "Master Ball, GO!!!!"

________________________________For I have but one life to live.

The ball arched forward in a purple and white streak toward the deep blue Pokemon.

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