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Vertigo put down the blue chalk on top of the pile of colorful chalks he hurriedly collected. He admired the drawing he just made. Of him, and the one he consider his most trusted and precious friend in both worlds, Alviore. His thought flashed to when they first met. Where he headbutted the pikachu from the sky. How awkward the next few moments. And finally at how Alviore accepted his crazy story, that he came from the human world so easily. It's thanks to Alviore that he managed to cope being a pokemon in a world he knows nothing about. The previously human Oshawott then remember his next adventures with Alviore. Going to various mystery dungeons, meeting various pokemons. Life and death, they crossed it together with a trust that the other will have the others back at all time. The reasons why he was able to stand up in front of the bittercold was not only because of the cheering voices, no, it was also because Alviore was right behind him. And he didn't want to know what will happen to his precious friend if he fell down right there. A single tear fell from Vertigo's eye. He didn't want to go back. He was ready to give up his human life to live here with Alviore, building paradise with everyone else. But he knew it's impossible. First time tomorrow, he has to go back. Or he will risk the balance destroyed again after they worked so hard to restore it. Vertigo put the drawing under his bed. Even if the light will erase everyone's memory of him tomorrow, he promised himself that he will always remember Alviore. No matter what. |
