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Chapter 63: Like a Bat out of Hell It is the ultimate blasphemy against the Benefactor to gaze upon the Matriarch's face. Even the High Priestess, the Hierophant, and the Moon — those whose powers speak to the masses — may never look upon Her. Her avatars are only meant to be viewed through...

Just to clarify, then, that would mean each "pool" has a first, second, third, etc.? Sounds interesting. I guess organizers will have to wait to see how many submissions they get before determining how many judges are really needed and, depending on how many also submitted entries, how to divvy...

Chapter 62: Adjust the Plating During the time of harmony, the Matriarch wielded the power of the Universe. The power to shape fate itself. When the Embodiment of Chaos destroyed the harmony, the Matriarch tried to preserve it. The salvaged remnants became the Benefactor. But the Matriarch...

Chapter 61: In Thirty Minutes or Less Phenomenal affirmation. It's a phrase I've heard a couple of times across some of the dimensions I've visited. Still don't quite get it. Sounds like a whacky concept where someone can, like, manipulate fate itself. Like it's something a person can mold and...

Why you don't want to be a mew in Path of Valor Every planet is different, but there are a select number of life-bearing planets across the universe where pokémon and humans evolved from Mew. On Earth, Mew is believed to be the first living creature in recorded history. The first mew gave rise...

He called Nova a good boy. There was a protocol for that. ... Tail wagging!

"I can and have killed for my team," Nova mumbled, before glancing at one of the other statements in the strange... not-a-pillar thing. He tilted his head up and opened his beak wide. "BARK! BARK BARK BARK BARK!" In a quieter tone, he added, "Woof."

"A... battle?" Nova stepped back. "No, that doesn't sound like a good idea. Make the... weird thing delete it."

Songs? The pillar wanted... singing? Nova looked left, then right. He was no primarina. Or even a chatot. Maybe that was what Nova needed to not be so... on edge. Something ridiculous. "My funny valentine. Sweet, funny valentine." Oh god, what was he doing? What was he doing? He sounded...

Person after person. Soul after soul. Meandering toward the strange pillar. Most seemed happy. Whimsical, even. But it was too many at once. Lots of people. Potential danger? Confusion? Nova stepped back, ears and head crept drooping. Body language saying not to approach. He glanced at the...

"Arrivals?" Nova narrowed his eyes. "So, you two are behind this?" Was this some sort of kidnapping? "Explain yourselves."

"Wasn't talking to you," Nova said to Shiron. "That's the Phantom." He pointed a right foreleg at Arctozolt. "A zicklezolt head and arctoveil rear reeks of mutation. A corroded soul that—" The type: full staggered back. No, no, no, no. Why was he doing this? Trying to make everyone fear him...

The thing was just annoyed. Just ann— No. It dropped profanity. It was clearly hostile. But its movements didn't— Hostile, hostile, hostile. "Stand back and drop the dirty language or I will take steps to make sure your threatening behavior is neutralized." Nova's cheek bolts flickered like...

"There is no such species designation in my database." What was he saying? Why was this stupid programming bubbling up now? Fight it, Nova! This wasn't him. It hadn't been for... for... How long had it been anyway? How long— "Mutant. Phantom." His blue eyes flickered. "Your soul must be...

It sounded sincere enough. Flustered, uneven tone. Suggestive of fear. Nova still felt... off, but his body was still larger. Way larger than a marshtomp's... and far, far bigger than the ducklett that showed up not long after. "What's going on here?" His blue eyes darted around. "Where are w—"...

A voice. Voice meant another body. Hostiles? Nova scrambled to his feet, head crest fanning out. Marshtomp. Water/ground. Usually with Torrent. Slow and clumsy. Grass strikes from behind optim— No! No, no, no. He couldn't think like that. Why were those impulses bubbling up now? Whoever this...

Chains. Thick and heavy. Dragging him down. Down, down, down. The surface— the light grew farther and farther. Sealed by chain— no, a red chain. Weaving over and over upon itself until it blocked out everything. No sights. No sounds. Emptiness? Trapped within a void? ... No, he'd felt this...

Chapter 60: Praepollens Fortitudo "You saw that, right?" Molayne pressed his goggles against his face. "An emerald comet. It has to be Lord Rayquaza!" He tightly gripped Magnezone's railing. "He's here to save us from the eruption!" That was the most awake Molayne had sounded since Seifer met...

A cute piece, and one that clearly establishes itself as an ES prequel piece of sorts within the first paragraph. The nice thing about the one-shot is that it uses the repetitive structure well, jumping to different places from the canon world that hold importance to each of your four heroic...

Fs out to the poor souls reading this on sites without embeded text stuff. The hightongue bit is suitably fancy and stuff but it does screech the pace to a halt when I have to stop to pull up the embed (or, thinking as someone not reading it on TR, constantly scroll back and forth for the...