|"When legends repeat, something will change"|
The words of BlueJay's gran the day before she sets off on her pokémon journey. Hoping to just have a normal journey through Sinnoh, it soon becomes clear that the legends have plans set in motion that will have BlueJay and Joanna struggling to stay human.
How the Jay got Her Blue2001, SnowpointHow the Jay got Her Blue by TrainersofLegends
I stumbled through the snow, catching my feet on unseen roots. Once I fell headlong into it and lay there, weeping. It hadn’t been my fault.
Couldn’t stay in the snow. I pushed myself up and continued on, still not really knowing where I was going. Only away, far away, so they’d have to send search parties. If they cared.
Wiping my face, I shivered and looked around. There was the dark bulk of the temple. I hadn’t got far at all. So I stumbled on, keeping a hand on the trees for balance.
Later – much, much later – I slowed to a halt again. The snow was thick, and I couldn’t keep trudging through it. Maybe… maybe I should just… stop. I yawned, beginning to feel warm. They could find me here.
Something rattled nearby, and I shook myself awake. I had to keep moving. But the snow was too thick… I leant my head against the tree nearest me. Maybe there wasn
10. Gar'aqGar’aq10. Gar'aq by TrainersofLegends
Joanna is gone when I properly wake up. I have a fuzzy memory of her saying she was going somewhere…
Vulp nudges my face and I bat her away, blinking. Pushing myself up on one hand to look around.
Huntress is curled up in Arc’s fur, on one of the free beds. Joanna’s bed is neat-ish, the cover turned down at least. And there’s a scrawled note left on the cabinet – “Museum”.
I swing my feet down and pull off my pyjama top to start getting dressed. What could she have to do at the museum? And was it important and – who said I had to join her?
I pull on trousers and belt them, then sit down to tie on my shoes. Oh, there’s more to the note. I lean over to pick it up and unfold it. “Come ASAP. Something for you.”
Well… that was obscure.
“Arc, coming?” I stand up and head to the door, Vulp at my feet.
She grunts and steps down from the
9. Brith Khar9. Brith Khar by TrainersofLegends
The staraptor lands in the middle of their camp, bringing lucario running. One of them barks, warning the others back. The staraptor fluffs out its feathers against the cold and offers a leg, to which there is a letter attached. The clan leader takes it, skimming through.
“Who is it from, Leader?”
“From Riku of Snowpoint. He requests a riolu.” The clan leader looks up. “Who shall we send?”
“I shall ask around.” One of the other lucario bows and runs off, seeking the riolu groups.
He asks the riolu and they shift, whispering among themselves. None seem particularly eager to leave their home, the only safe place they know.
Someone sighs from the trees and steps out, noticeably not part of the group. “I will go.”
The lucario glances at her. “Are you sure, Reho? You will probably never see home again – and will dou
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