A crisp breeze blowed through the air, swirling leaves being carried in the wind. It was one of those mornings. A quiet morning, unlively, no one in sight. The only sound heard was the occasional croak of a Politoad. A shallow pile of ash was picked up by the wind to join the leaves.
Footsteps. The soft pitter-patter of rain. The chirp of a Krikitot. There really were sounds, you just had to listen closely. The footsteps belonged to a Riolu. He was alone. A glittering pendant of emerald and bronze wire lay on his chest. He sighed and glanced at the volcano in the distance.
"Where did she go?"
Footsteps. The soft pitter-patter of rain. The chirp of a Krikitot. There really were sounds, you just had to listen closely. The footsteps belonged to a Riolu. He was alone. A glittering pendant of emerald and bronze wire lay on his chest. He sighed and glanced at the volcano in the distance.
"Where did she go?"