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                                                                            It’s Not About Being the Best         “Real trainers should try to win with their favorites.” This is one of the most profound quotes I’ve found in any sort of media, and one of the most easily adapted to situations. I was nine, maybe ten, when I beat the Johto League on my copy of Pokemon Crystal. Karen was the last fight before the champion and used a type I hadn’t seen yet – dark types. I had no idea how to handle her, but I won with brute force and some well-timed healing, at which point she said something that, even today, st

I sat there in shock for a moment before I heard a voice from behind me. "Why won't this door open?" I'd completely forgotten about Rebecca in my moment of shock. "Just go back to your book, Rebecca. I'll be back soon." I looked to Shaya's Lucario friend. "To answer your question, yes I'm sure. And I never got your name." "Dave. And let's get to the lab. Once we're there, I'll get you a counteragent for whatever was on that blade of hers." We followed him to the lab, and he fiddled around on a laptop before injecting me with something that turned me back into a ninetales. Once that was done, he had me climb into what looked like a teleporte

I woke up with a massive headache. “What the hell happened to me?” Then I noticed something: the room was full of weapons. “Ethan, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” I just shook my head, stood up and started grabbing weapons. I loaded a couple of high-power pistols and a shotgun, along with extra ammo for all three before grabbing a sword that felt strangely familiar in my hands, like I’d used it before. I dismissed the feeling and walked to the only door in the room, hoping it lead outside. “Of course. Might as well see where this takes me.” I followed the hallway until I start

As soon as Tom and I made it back to our base, we were thrown into battle. We had been found. I launched Shadow Draconia while Tom ran in with his superhorn combo. Between us we managed to rip a path to our comrades and join them. "Where's Kydron?" "Fucking coward cut and ran, took everything important! He abandoned us!" I was furious. He lied to us, to me. Nobody lies to me and gets away with it. I roared in pure animal rage and gave in to my instincts, using moves and brute force to destroy the enemy. It would prove to be our undoing. Sarai was the first to fall, brought down from behind by a Bisharp and a knife in the gut. Grant went ne

I watched them from the shadows, the two saviors of our world. Spyro and Cynder, the Prophesied One and the Queen of Darkness... And, in a way, my parents. I shuddered as the memory tried to overwhelm me again, the memory of my creation. The memory of how Malefor, barely a week after he’d returned, found Spyro and Cynder and used some of their power to turn me from an orphaned, terrified hatchling into the black-and-purple warrior I am now. I didn’t have to see my reflection to know that I resembled the both of them - my body as lithe and strong as Spyro’s, my wings and tail bladed silver like Cynder’s, my body covered

I woke up in my room, alone at the far end of the base. I had chosen this room for two reasons. One, it was isolated, and two the crystal that formed the walls of the base hadn’t been grown in this room, leaving it with natural stone walls. I teleported to Sis’s room, just outside and to the left of the door, and she came out with my niece and nephew in tow. “Morning, Sis.” “Morning, Zane. How’d you sleep?” “Fine. Trained with Tal, still having trouble with focus blast, though.” “You’ll get there. Winter’s almost over, you know.” “I’ve

I left Selene’s office and wandered the base, my mind still clouded by anger. I didn’t pay any attention to where I was going; I only paid enough attention to my surroundings to not run into anyone or anything. I stopped when my stomach growled at me, and I noticed the delicious aroma of food cooking. I looked up and saw a sign that said ‘Sid’s Cafe’, so I stepped inside for a bite to eat. I sat down at the bar and the sylveon bartender came up to me. “What’s your pleasure?” “Something strong; surprise me.” He smiled and nodded. “I’ve got just the thing for a bad mood.&

I was walking along the street, doing some window-shopping while I thought about what I’d done to get myself disowned. “What right did they have to call me a monster? Just because I’m autistic doesn’t mean I’m a freak. One day I’ll prove to them that I’m more than they’ll ever be, and when they come to me demanding attention I’ll slam the door in their faces.” “Excuse me, young man. If you’re looking to get back at someone you might try that new occult store. I’ve heard they have ways to get revenge for a respectable price.” I looked to my left and saw an older gentleman s

I woke the next morning when I heard voices talking, and Malachi smiled at me. “Sleep well?” I nodded, then put my uniform on. “What happens to new students on day two?” “In Tanka, you choose your weapon. Be sure to choose carefully, it’ll be the weapon you carry through your entire time at Carlonis.” “Thanks for the heads-up. I assume it’s after breakfast?” “Yeah. Come on, we don’t want to be late.” The clan went down to breakfast as a group, and we sat down and started eating. I’d chosen to sit within sight of Malachi, but among different clanmates from

Wrath and I made good time, covering almost ten miles in about an hour. Another fifteen minutes and we were accosted by a cocky looking weavile flanked by about a dozen humans. “Well well, what do we have here? Are you two lost or something?” The condescending tone in his voice irritated me, and I let him know by knocking him to the ground and pinning him under my foot before speaking. “We can give you Arcadia Base. You’re going to take us to your Commander immediately, or I will kill you and choose one of your little friends to take us to your base.” He nodded, so I let him up and he started walking east, moti