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"Snowfall of Ashes" Part 4 of 7

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A massive cloud of flames spewed out of the king's snout as he beat his wings across the ravaged village. Variety knew something was wrong. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. The king would never...

His tail painted in the air. Variety remembered his fight with a Swellow way back when. It had used Fly during that brawl. The ink-tipped tail drew a pair of wings unto the Smeargle's back.

"Honey, what are you doing!?" Saffyre cried to her statue of a husband.

"Go. Run. Run into the woods. Run as far as you can. Don't stop... never stop running." His stale voice seemed to echo.

"I can't leave you here! And you can't leave me! Whatever you're about to do is stupid!" She childishly attempted to stop him.

"Those Charmeleons are ruthless. They won't stop until every bone is picked clean. Now RUN." He commanded once again, before thrusting himself into the air.

She didn't have the chance to stop him, but tears flowed a steady stream down her cheeks in response to his decision. She was woken up from her sorrow by the ear-piercing crumble of her own house behind her subjecting to the flames that had overpowered it. It didn't matter whether he was right or wrong, stupid or wise, he had left her. She only had one choice.

Her feet pelted the scorched ground, she dared not to look back. She dared not to give in to the screams. She dared not to smell the stench of burning flesh. She just kept running. She felt the raptors roar behind her. They may have been fast, but she could easily outrun them. She bolted towards the forest. She'd lose them there. Their fat heads would get caught by the branches for sure. She wasn't even concerned about the fire that had now engulfed the woods. It was her only chance for escape. She had to try. She wouldn't live if she didn-

Her face hit the blazing ground. She cradled Chrysstal in her arms, hoping the baby wasn't hurt. She could only hope, there was no time to physically check. She quickly pulled herself to her feet, and tried to regain momentum. She looked up.

It was the scalding spit that caught her attention. She quickly jumped back, nearly falling backwards. She turned, only to face more of them. She looked in every direction, not even recognizing which she came from. Where there wasn't bloodred Charmeleon face, there was fire. And smoke. Lots of choking smoke. She fell to her knees. The raptors had surrounded her, and were angrily snarling closer. This was it. She knew it. Her husband believed in her, but she failed. She wondered if the king had burned him alive too. That's what was coming. The heat felt closer and closer. She only wished that her daughter could have a better chance at life... she had hardly begun to live....

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Team Epsilon

"Snowfall of Ashes" Part 4 of 7

~

A massive cloud of flames spewed out of the king's snout as he beat his wings across the ravaged village. Variety knew something was wrong. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. The king would never...

His tail painted in the air. Variety remembered his fight with a Swellow way back when. It had used Fly during that brawl. The ink-tipped tail drew a pair of wings unto the Smeargle's back.

"Honey, what are you doing!?" Saffyre cried to her statue of a husband.

"Go. Run. Run into the woods. Run as far as you can. Don't stop... never stop running." His stale voice seemed to echo.

"I can't leave you here! And you can't leave me! Whatever you're about to do is stupid!" She childishly attempted to stop him.

"Those Charmeleons are ruthless. They won't stop until every bone is picked clean. Now RUN." He commanded once again, before thrusting himself into the air.

She didn't have the chance to stop him, but tears flowed a steady stream down her cheeks in response to his decision. She was woken up from her sorrow by the ear-piercing crumble of her own house behind her subjecting to the flames that had overpowered it. It didn't matter whether he was right or wrong, stupid or wise, he had left her. She only had one choice.

Her feet pelted the scorched ground, she dared not to look back. She dared not to give in to the screams. She dared not to smell the stench of burning flesh. She just kept running. She felt the raptors roar behind her. They may have been fast, but she could easily outrun them. She bolted towards the forest. She'd lose them there. Their fat heads would get caught by the branches for sure. She wasn't even concerned about the fire that had now engulfed the woods. It was her only chance for escape. She had to try. She wouldn't live if she didn-

Her face hit the blazing ground. She cradled Chrysstal in her arms, hoping the baby wasn't hurt. She could only hope, there was no time to physically check. She quickly pulled herself to her feet, and tried to regain momentum. She looked up.

It was the scalding spit that caught her attention. She quickly jumped back, nearly falling backwards. She turned, only to face more of them. She looked in every direction, not even recognizing which she came from. Where there wasn't bloodred Charmeleon face, there was fire. And smoke. Lots of choking smoke. She fell to her knees. The raptors had surrounded her, and were angrily snarling closer. This was it. She knew it. Her husband believed in her, but she failed. She wondered if the king had burned him alive too. That's what was coming. The heat felt closer and closer. She only wished that her daughter could have a better chance at life... she had hardly begun to live....