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It was quiet in the deep blue of the night, with only a few kricketune awake, invisible apart from their ever faint chirpings that soothed the air around. Havoc inhaled, breathing in the crisp autumn breeze and looked up to the dimly sparkling stars. It was late autumn and the sun would be rising soon, but for now the sky held its lovely rich blue color, allowing the fire type to roam the lands at ease without the threat of other Pokémon approaching him, of course there were nocturnal animals, but they were usually solitary like him. He treaded through the barren lands, his large paws softly thudding against the rubbled grounds.
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It had been years since the fateful day that separated him from the only soul that mattered to Havoc and he had not forgotten one bit of that horrid day. Havoc sighed, recalling it all; the ground shaking stampede through that hot sunny field, he recalled running directly behind Reyni, screaming at her to keep going as the deafening sound of hooves haunted their ears. They were approaching way to fast and Havoc knew they wouldn’t make it through it, they were too slow to race that distance. As they bounded across, Havoc had reared up and used as much force as he could possibly muster, with the first rows of the stampede catching up, and swung one mighty paw. It caught Reyni’s backside and she went flying forward from the impact. He remembered that so clearly, seeing her turn back as she was just now out of reach of the stampede, the roar of the animals as they raged forwards had replaced any other sound that was left, he saw her turn around, searching for him, frantic and terrified. They locked eyes for one moment, just one single moment and Havoc felt his world fall apart as that first hoof crashed into his side, as he fell away from the only soul that mattered and disappeared into the darkness.

The typhlosion opened his eyes, looking back up to the sky as the sun now began to rise, tinting the dark lands with its golden glow, his violet eyes glinting in the sudden brightness. It had been years, yes, but he would find her again, some day. She was the only thing that mattered to him, the only good thing that this cruel world had ever given him and there was no way he could let go of her, of the memory of her.
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As the day steadily grew on, Havoc continued on, the memories driving him as they had done every day since they were separated. He stopped occasionally for water or to eat some berries, but other than that the typhlosion refused to halt in his never ending search. But eventually another day had passed by and the sun had begun to set, taking its heat and replacing it with a horrible cold. He continued on until coming to an empty den, its gaping black opening howled in the frigid wind of the night unwelcoming, but he trudged into the shelter any ways. His paws were ice cold from being outside so long and he felt exhausted, more from the disappointment of another empty, pointless day than anything else. “I’ll get to you…” Havoc sighed to himself, lying onto the frigid ground and closing his eyes and slowly, he fell asleep.
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He dreamed about her, about finally finding her. Havoc had woken up halfway through the night, screaming in a cold sweat, panicked with tears streaming down his face. Disoriented, the typhlosion got up, trying to calm himself and recall what had frightened him so much, and then it came back in flashes.

The dream had been about her, she had been calling out to him, screaming. Havoc had run to her but something went wrong. Black ink had started to pore out of her face and her screams turned to laughter. The blackness came down faster, it seeped into the ground and stretched across the entire land, turning the trees and grass a sickly obsidian. She had lunged at him then, black ink flying off her skin. Havoc had been too shocked too move, too afraid of hurting her, so he let it happen. She had launched into his chest and bit down deep, blood soaking his fur and pain erupting in his chest. He looked down in fright, and saw blood spurting out of his wound in fountains and Reyni had looked up at him, smiling. “You’re one of us.” She had whispered, and the black ink began to invade his chest, heading straight to his heart

Woah this is so spectacular......I'm rendered speechless.

Ok sis! Do you still want me to care for your dragons?
This story is absolutely fantastic, I love Havoc. He is so cool, and I feel terrible about Reyni and him losing each other.

ahhh can't wait for more this story is getting better and better!

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