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Ask Serena - Chapter 75
I'm not afraid to die.
Masses of trees, clustered in uneven patterns and reaching high above, weaved past Serena as she ran through the forest. It was sickening, all the tall trees that came swimming quickly in front of her vision and raced up to her, threatening her collision with them moments before she followed the path around and ran in a different direction. The lumpy, cleared forest ground rose and fell unsteadily beneath Serena's boots, old discarded bark and yellowing pine needles crunching and sliding around with each running step.
Just ahead of her, weaving through the clearest path, Ash was running after Pikachu. The path they had followed was invisible, and the most clear and most downtrodden that they could find between the trees and the low ferns that surrounded their paths.
Serena was running out of breath. The urge to throw up had raised in her throat, increasing each time she
Ask Serena (Pokemon) - Chapter 74
Outside of the large exhibition hall, beyond where the last few outdoor stalls clustered near the rear wall of the building, a large open and outdoor pavilion continued from the base of the hall and stretched out over where the hill sloped down. It ended in a large balcony overlooking the forest, the grassy expanse between the large trees sloped down towards the final clearing, ending in a shore at the bay of the island. In the distance, a shadow loomed where Kalos was.
Ash ran to the end of the concrete pavilion, reaching the balcony. His sneakers skidded to the edge from the sudden stop he forced, the toes of his sneakers sliding just short of the stone railing that lined the balcony's edge. He looked down, seeing that a good drop awaited him if he took another step.
The scene was familiar to Ash. A crowd had gathered at the bottom of the sloping hill, clustered around a large empty area that was set like an arena. Through the dimming, distant lig
Ask Serena (Pokemon) - Chapter 73
"Ohhh… Arceus..." said Miette. Her head rose up on a stiff neck, up from where it had bopped against the toughened floors. She looked somewhat ill, like her head was spinning, like she could've barfed right then and there.
As Miette uncomfortably pulled herself up off of the ground, something waved in front of her face. It was a hand, and as soon as she realized it was Serena's hand she lurched back and launched back along the ground from where she was sitting. Her eyes darted about uncomfortably as she momentarily looked up and saw that—despite Serena's tough expression—Serena was really trying to help her up off the ground. Miette looked shameful, embarrassed at her sudden panic, trying to save face however she could as she took Serena's hand and was promptly pulled up off of the floor.
As Miette stumbled forward, she put on a practiced grin—one of her usual, prying grins, but with a hint of exhausti
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