![]() The world around him has already been razed to the ground. For once in his life, Hop just has to be a little self-destructive. He was going to go through with it, wasn’t he? So why does he care about this? Just another step in the long process of dying. That’s just enough to spark a flame of anger in him. You weren’t going to see any of this again. What does it matter? a bitter voice hisses. Could he stand being stranded in another world? Could he stand not seeing this exact sight again? What if he never comes back? He’d kind of grown fond of this world as a result of, you know, being born and living and growing up in it. The wolf steps back, looks at it’s handywork, and then turns to Hop expectantly. A rift appears, and expands, and expands. Then, in a flash, it slices the empty air. The wolf doesn’t say anything, simply lifts its sword and takes a few steps back. “The boy who died?” Hop asks, though it’s fairly obvious already. They are rare in your world, yes, but not in his. I know what you are thinking, the wolf interrupts. And even if they weren’t, they’re typically only found in Galar’s deepest mines. Hop knows because he’s one of the lucky ones that has one on his very wrist. You must collect a thousand of these, it says, to restore the life in him. The wolf kicks over to him a rock, small and glowing dully red. There is a boy, it says carefully, who has recently passed on my brother’s land. He’s not sure he likes where this is going. Therefore, you must abide by my rules before you die here. The wolf looks angry, if only just for a second. There’s a legendary Pokemon talking to him. Under any other circumstances, Hop thinks he would be elated. He might as well just jump at this point. There’s a rather large sword in its mouth. It’s large and blue and wolflike, with a majestic air to it. Then he’ll cry, they’ll have a little chin-wag where Hop explains how useless and alone he is, and then in the end he’ll either step down and concede or apologize and jump anyway. He takes a tentative step foward.Īt the sudden voice he swivels around, expecting to see maybe a Gloria, or maybe a random curious passerby who’s taking pity on him. His heart is pounding at a million miles an hour. ![]() There’s no going back after this, but there’s also nothing he wants to go back to. It’s a fairy tale setting, and Hop almost feels bad for ruining it.īut this is the only place he’d feel safe dying in. The waters in front of him are calm and clear. Gold light streams down and lights Hop’s face. ![]() The Slumbering Wield is beautiful in the afternoon.
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