That white stone.
It was...
Comforting.
"I require power... Power that will let everyone understand..." N mumbled, standing side by side by me.
I stared at that round, beautiful shape of the white stone. Seemingly unimportant and yet...
serene, but unbalanced.
He looked high and above at those bones and skull of a dragon long departed. A dragon who'd soar high among the skies bearing great power along with it.
Yet as we gazed upon unalike objects of interest, I felt comfort.
"What power?"
"That of the legendary Pokémon that, together with a great hero, made this land of Unova... Zekrom." He told me.
Redirecting his gaze, we turned to stare at one another. He was pale, but underneath those cerulean irises lied a burdened soul.
"How will you know that it will understand?"
The older boy began to walk away from me, striding towards the exit as I stood unturned.
"Osha...Oshawott."
Zekrom will be your friend.
Oshawott hugged my leg tightly, looking to the man with those cerulean eyes.
N cracked a soft smile as he glanced back briefly.
"I can only hope."
YOU ARE READING
Eight Times of Hope
FanfictionThose eight unlikely encounters with a young king. 'She's loved by all of us, we trust her.' "One day, I hope you understand it too." 《ferriswheelshipping: white x n》 《credit to @beanynne on tumblr for the cover art》 (will hopefully update weekly)
