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Very proud to have completed these cards, with credit to the wonderful and talented @Chibi Pika, who assisted me on the King of Wands and with whom The Chariot was an equal collaboration. Thank you so much for all your help, I loved working on these together with you. ❤️ Thanks also to...

Malachai went into a flat spin, keening at the sudden loss of lift from his right wing. Laura glanced at it, expecting with nauseated anticipation to see a ragged hole torn by some ranged attack. Her eyes widened – petrification seemed worse somehow. Unhealable. Fatal. Her fingers felt cold...

Malachai's ears twitched and angled down, and his great body shifted underneath Laura as he came around in another wide loop. <Aggron is requesting an airlift, my master. He intends to shatter that barrier.> Laura frowned, then grinned, then shook her head in disbelief. "Can you do it?"...

They'd downed Rayquaza. Laura cycled it in her head over and over, as if it would seem more real. They'd downed– <Yes, yes, I know. There are new gods to fight. Shape up, dull girl.> Laura scowled, but there would be time to bicker later. Right now, the light and heat were growing by the...

Laura took a breath, and pushed through into the conscious, deliberate battle-headspace she needed. Not at all like a League match, really. She couldn't afford to lose. There was an army of trainers and 'mon around her, and they faced off against goddamn Legends. There would be no sportsmanship...

Laura winced at the psychic pressure in her head, but she shook it off with a shudder of warm, buzzing, roaring emotion that balled her hands into fists and grit her teeth so hard her vision shook. "You don't deserve it," she said, in a voice so choked by anger she could hardly get the words...

Malachai blew a confident noise of agreement, and dipped his wing to Aggron as a salute. <I am ready for victory; I am ready for death. I will see you in battle before either. Travel safe, Aggron.> The party would win by strength of numbers, by apt strategem, and by sheer force of will. But...

Laura's smile felt a little less heavy on her face. It really was a pity they wouldn't see each other again after this. Maybe they'd get a little time, after all the terrifying conflict shit blew over...? She could stand to get to know this kid better. Seemed like they had more and more things...

Sleet went stiff at the physical contact, but didn't recoil. Friends. This was friendship. This was... a good thing, and not a problem. "Everrrryone dies," she muttered, once Hazel finished speaking. "Usually ssssomeone else is involved." Then, not feeling that this was enough, "Hazel, it is...

Malachai chuckled to himself at Aggron's talkative reply. One found ways to keep one's mind clear of hideous whispers, he supposed. <Low and high should suit us well,> he replied, with dry delight. <From even a single battle, I come to understand my opponents – and I understand you to be a...

Laura looked up and smiled faintly at Jade. It was good to see her. Among all the champions and weirdos and saviours, it was good to have a girl like Jade around so Laura could feel less out of place. Right now, Jade didn't even seem any younger than Laura felt. "Relax, huh?" she said, a little...

Sleet's guts pulled a loop inside her at the idea of someone else being the same as her – of course they weren't the fucking same... but hadn't they just been through something similar, and didn't they have... things 'in common?' Yeah... "Saw a bad old memory of back when things were shittiest...

Sleet didn't grin, exactly. When she saw her friend (if Hazel was a friend, if it mattered whether Hazel was a friend), she made a dry, tense face, half smile, half grimace. She winked humourlessly. "Feeling... bad," she croaked. Why joke? Why dance around it? Hazel wouldn't understand anyway...

Malachai heard Aggron's heavy steps easily enough, then heard the change in pace as the stolid titan approached. Malachai's mouth twitched up a little at the unfamiliar feeling of being sought out for companionship by another 'mon. He flexed his wings, and began to shed altitude in a vast loop –...

Author's Note: Sorry about the absurd delay on this one. I promise, I’m never giving up on this fic, and still have a substantial amount pre-written and planned, it’s just that my life has been too hectic to prioritise a passion project like this lately. I’m fine, and my support network is...

She had to hand it to Darkrai. Sleet's nightmare was the work of an expert. The real enclosure had been less restrictive, somehow. Or perhaps she remembered it differently. She'd been smaller then, hadn't she, as she'd looked through the glass at all the kids lined up to ignore her? “No, she's...

The broken body of a human girl lay before Malachai, steeped in blood, reaching out for his protection. Protection that never even reached her. Laura lay dead... but what manner of villain had killed her, that should escape his senses, or his memory? If they could be found, he would find them...

She felt the absence – the cold void where Salem should be – first of all. Laura stirred. She spread her fingers – and how they trembled now – she felt the thin sheets, her own hair across her face, the sick air in her lungs, sick, she was sick, sick of being Laura Weir, sick of misery, sick...

As short and one-sided as this turned out – bad luck, Mafiosos! – I had a great time playing Bristarr again, and the thrill of getting a successful elimination before anything even happened and then getting strongman-killed for it even as vanilla town was pretty badass. Thanks to Wind for...

Laura hesitated, not sure how to respond to Wallace's question. Like, yes she knew of the Galarian League members, but it wasn't like she was in that circle, or ever would be. The guy was on speaking terms with celebrity battlers on the other side of the planet from himself, she was a junior...