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The Path of Destiny Part 57The Path of DestinyThe Path of Destiny Part 57 by racingwolf
Chapter 57- The Fighting Ring
Thunder could see the stands, the hundreds of jeering trainers. She could see their excitement and smell their food and drinks over the scent of blood wafting around her in the arena. They were waiting to watch her make a kill, but not for the purpose of hunting as would be normal for a scyther. She would not be allowed to eat her defeated opponent, even though the tauros was a prey species. She was starving, but she knew the body would just be dragged away like the others after the fight. This only drove the point further as to how cruel and pointless the pit fights were. It was a disgusting mockery of both nature and pokémon battles.
She could see Master, and the tauros’s human, standing above the arena on their platforms. She could smell the blood even stronger as she paced, but the scent of it didn’t make her hungrier as it normally would. It made her furious.
The floor of the arena was wet, as if one of th
The Path of Destiny Part 56The Path of DestinyThe Path of Destiny Part 56 by racingwolf
Chapter 56- Stonedust City's Underworld
Damian’s eyes widened as he stared at the pokégear in shock. His hand shaking, he rapidly jammed the buttons over and over, hoping it would somehow bring the signal back and allow him to contact his friend, or the police, or anyone. However, the signal remained dead; no information was going to leave his pokégear as long as he was in these subterranean passages, and his only way out was blocked by an unmovable door with an enemy just behind it.
“Oh no…oh no, no, no…this can’t be happening!” Damian gasped, collapsing partway against the wall as strength left his legs. Nightshade ran over to steady him, and Snowcrystal opened the backpack wider so she could poke her head out and give the trainer a tentative lick on his face. Damian, however, didn’t seem to notice. “They’re gonna kill me…they’re gonna kill me!”
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