Wonderwall: Epilogue by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Epilogue
If I hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have known six months could pass so quickly.
There's so much to do: redesign the gym, take intensive classes, learn how to be a Gym Leader, catch the Pokémon who will be on the eight gym teams. There are so many meetings and regulations and lessons that everyone feels torn five different ways. We spend the winter months travelling the region, jumping from gym to gym to study and battle and learn.
True handles it with a grace that would have surprised me at the beginning of her journey. It doesn't now. There are struggles and anxieties born from asking too much too quickly, but we ride them
Wonderwall: Chapter Eighty by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Chapter Eighty
I have heard so many stories about what happens to Pokémon after death. In some, Pokémon are reincarnated: the last breath of one life is followed immediately by the first breath of the next. In others, the greatest warriors are brought into paradise, where war and disease are impossibilities; the wicked are sent to a shadowy underworld. In Sinnoh the newly-dead are ferried to the afterlife by Darkrai; Cresselia, the dreambearer, visits the sleeping with memories of departed loved ones. In Kanto they through the in-between space between life and death and have to choose between moving on to the next life, or to stay behind and watch
Wonderwall: Chapter Seventy-Nine by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Chapter Seventy-Nine
I have been here before.
I recognize the high walls and the trainer’s booths. Chris’s stadium had been haunting in the night without spotlights, but now, with the sunlight streaming in through the open roof, the absence of the crowd is damning. I look down expecting to see blue tile but it isn’t there. Grit finding places in the spaces of my toes on a sandy battlefield. The air I breathe into my lungs is cold but the battlefield is warm, too warm, almost blistering.
And in the center of this arena Tanza is holding my brother, whole and uncharred and limp, in his arms. That’s when I know this is a dream. He is crying,
Wonderwall: APRIL FOOLS 2016 by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: APRIL FOOLS 2016
Our invitation comes the day after our battle with Gary.
It's addressed to True, but we all gather around her to get a closer look. Given I'm roughly the size and shape of an ostrich egg, I have to scramble up her pant leg and perch on her shoulder to see for myself.
"It's a party for former and new League champions," True reads aloud. "It sounds like you guys get to come, too!"
"Ooh, a party!" Hyde's three faces split into a delighted grin, lighting up like a Christmas tree even though that's preposterous because he's clearly a palm tree, not a coniferous fir.
True turns her head to glance at me, nudging her cheek against mine. "What do
Wonderwall: Chapter Seventy-Eight by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Chapter Seventy-Eight
Everything’s white when I open my eyes.
Or no, not white. A yellowy-white, right above my head. I blink further. Ceiling light on a tiled ceiling, which is puckered but otherwise featureless. There’s a low hum to my left—machines? Yes, I can sense the electricity humming through them. I check my body. No wires but a strange fullness in my cheeks.
Something shifts; there’s a long shadow flitting against the walls. I squeak out a threat but it doesn’t do any good, it keeps approaching. The walls get pushed aside. But they’re not walls, they’re curtains. And the big blue-green eyes that are looking dow
Wonderwall: Chapter Seventy-Three by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Chapter Seventy-Three
The last few days bleed together in one chaotic blur. By now the pattern of eat, sleep, and fight has engraved itself into my bones. We spend less time in the training ground, where there are other trainers who fight for exclusive time with the equipment, and more in the wilds surrounding the Indigo Plateau. Julian picks fights with the locals, who seem to recognize him and want to test his strength; he defeats them effortlessly, with slaps of his tail and well-aimed Ice Beams that leave trails of frost in his wake. Any reservations that Jackson has are unfounded, or I have a different idea of strength: Julian’s control rivals BrittR
Wonderwall: Extra Four by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Extra Four
"Welcome to another hour of Battle Mania! We're your hosts, Trisha Von—"
"And Mitch Jansen. Today we'll be guiding you through some matches that will make you feel the heat of battle!"
"Oh Mew... but yes, plenty of talent to be viewed tonight, folks! Things just continue to heat up the closer we get to the end of the gym season—we're officially two months away from Victory Road time! And may I just say—"
"You always do, Trish."
"That the caliber of battling trainers this year is something else. But that's enough intro. Let's kick things off with the hot-head from Cinnabar, Gym Leader Blaine!"If Chris had had hi
Wonderwall: Chapter Fifty-Eight by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Chapter Fifty-Eight
Our appointment isn't until late afternoon, but we wake up early anyway. Everyone gets a good, solid breakfast near the beach. The sun is shining spectacularly above our heads, to the point where I have to squint to see anything.
"So we'll just give everyone the one-two," Britt says, "and we'll be on our way."
"Do we get to watch?" Hyde asks. "I've never seen a real gym battle before, not for myself."
True takes another bite of her sandwich and chews thoughtfully. "We'll have to see. Sometimes the gyms let you watch, but I don't know..."
I take a sharp bite of my apple. "Doubt they could fit any of us in the bleachers."
Britt narrows her
Wonderwall: Chapter Fifty-Six by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Chapter Fifty-Six
"Do you have a reservation, miss?"
Everything in the restaurant is huge: the sign out front, the cushiony chairs for waiting patrons, the ornate paintings on the walls. Even the sign that greets us as we walk in is huge, with a blatant list of things not allowed: only one Pokémon allowed, with none over three feet tall, no weapons, cash or check only.
I keep finding myself distracted by what goes on behind the front desk. Waiters pass ghost-like through the dining hall, carrying huge plates heavy with food: pies, Tauros ribs, fancy burgers, soups, and something onfire. The diners chat among themselves with glasses of wine in their
Wonderwall: Chapter Thirty-Nine by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Chapter Thirty-Nine
I don't remember the last time I had run like this. Not "chasing after kids" running, or "let's put on a burst of speed because why not" running. Like "running for my life" running. "Running to feel something again" running. Breath comes in sharp, greedy gasps, and rocks scrape against my paws, and the long strands of grass swipe against my face. I keep running.
Something strikes me on my side, sending me flying. Flight becomes fight and I release a weak burst of electricity, not focusing on any one target. They strike the ground, and from the surprised yelp, they strike my attacker. By the time I've landed the fat Rattata is shaking his hea
Wonderwall: Chapter Thirty-Seven by awakingdormancy, literature
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Wonderwall: Chapter Thirty-Seven
It becomes clear, after Gary blows most of his money on TMs, that there won't be any dinner buying. It doesn't phase True, who just laughs it off. Dinner is traded for a few training sessions in the few days before True's gym battle. Finally, the day of True's gym battle, the two of them decide to share a lunch, instead. "Then we'll be even," True says, and Gary agrees.
They don't speak much, except to exchange a few snippets of conversation: if the sale at the TM shop was still going on, and how good the prices were ("Fine enough. In your price range.")—if the pastry shop on Fourth was as good as the nurse had said ("Better. Cas
My current main project is Wonderwall: A Yellow Storylocke, which I began writing and publishing May 2013. You can also find this run on the Nuzlocke forums and AO3. You can also find a run-themed Tumblr here.