14 years of age,
Well, its been 14 years of ralts death. Anyway, I moved into a new colony. My new partner, Alia, a gardevoir, has been with me for 2 years. Also, Psychy, the shiny ralts, is sadly not with us. The daycare @#$%ed up again, and since he's shiny, he couldn't blend in with the other ralts. He was gnawed on by a dragonite. Anyway, I am in our storm shelter, because their is a torflaquake, a fire tornado, and an earthquake. The cellar is huge, but even with so much space, all the baby ralts were squished. I was sent to "fight" the storm. My psychic is very powerful, so I could possibly send the storm back into the sky. I checked into the cellar and some ralts were dead because they couldn't get enough air. I used dig and the ralts had breathing room. their squishy and furry bodies sank into each other. anyway, hundreds of ralts were still on the surface, waiting to be escorted into safety. Were all full! I said. We got 300 in there! I heard a rumble. I rushed down to my shelter and every ralts was gone. there was a huge crack in the hole. They must have fallen in. I used psychic to patch up the hole. We can fit 300! I said. 300 ralts in a straight, single file line walked down to the shelter. I got back up. Take this baby! someone said. It's a day old. the tiny ralts scooted around the shelter, but how could I take care of an infant when I need to take care of 300 more. 20 Ralts with plastic straws came down and one said: We will help you! But when I turned to pick up a straw, all the baby ralts with straws turned into 1 zuroark, Hey neville! I said. He turned around and said: 600 ralts have been escorted, but we don't have enough room for one. It might have to di- No! I said, and tell me where the ralts is! Your not neville, Your a Dragonite! He broke out of a costume and grabbed the baby, NO! I slashed the dragonites head off. 100 baby ralts ran out of the shelter and said: WE CAN HELP!!! and jumped into the fire tornado. they all died and the storm exploded. But one survived, and it came out a gallade. His eyes shined dark red. He flashed into red energy and flashed into hyperspace. The baby said: coo. I said sure. It cried all night. all the ralts escorted where brought back to their families, and I was left with a crying baby.
Well, its been 14 years of ralts death. Anyway, I moved into a new colony. My new partner, Alia, a gardevoir, has been with me for 2 years. Also, Psychy, the shiny ralts, is sadly not with us. The daycare @#$%ed up again, and since he's shiny, he couldn't blend in with the other ralts. He was gnawed on by a dragonite. Anyway, I am in our storm shelter, because their is a torflaquake, a fire tornado, and an earthquake. The cellar is huge, but even with so much space, all the baby ralts were squished. I was sent to "fight" the storm. My psychic is very powerful, so I could possibly send the storm back into the sky. I checked into the cellar and some ralts were dead because they couldn't get enough air. I used dig and the ralts had breathing room. their squishy and furry bodies sank into each other. anyway, hundreds of ralts were still on the surface, waiting to be escorted into safety. Were all full! I said. We got 300 in there! I heard a rumble. I rushed down to my shelter and every ralts was gone. there was a huge crack in the hole. They must have fallen in. I used psychic to patch up the hole. We can fit 300! I said. 300 ralts in a straight, single file line walked down to the shelter. I got back up. Take this baby! someone said. It's a day old. the tiny ralts scooted around the shelter, but how could I take care of an infant when I need to take care of 300 more. 20 Ralts with plastic straws came down and one said: We will help you! But when I turned to pick up a straw, all the baby ralts with straws turned into 1 zuroark, Hey neville! I said. He turned around and said: 600 ralts have been escorted, but we don't have enough room for one. It might have to di- No! I said, and tell me where the ralts is! Your not neville, Your a Dragonite! He broke out of a costume and grabbed the baby, NO! I slashed the dragonites head off. 100 baby ralts ran out of the shelter and said: WE CAN HELP!!! and jumped into the fire tornado. they all died and the storm exploded. But one survived, and it came out a gallade. His eyes shined dark red. He flashed into red energy and flashed into hyperspace. The baby said: coo. I said sure. It cried all night. all the ralts escorted where brought back to their families, and I was left with a crying baby.