TeddyBears-Butterfly

I am a shiny pokemon. You'll work tirelessly to find me, and always be excited to see me. You just love how I look, and how I compare to the other pokemon. You'll brag about everything you did to get me. You'll show me off and give me all the best things. But don't forget, I'm not special because I seem different. I am a little different, but you've had pokemon long before me that you loved just as much, and you'll catch more after I've reached all I can be. You might keep me around, if I really am that special, and you did put all that work into making me stronger. When I become a permanent part of your party, and you can't think of any poke

Three lessons learned from my parents: 1. Life is hard, then you die Mother always said, "life's hard, then you die. So do what you don't want to because you have to." Pretty straight forward, you're going to have to do things you don't want to, and you're not going to like to like some of what you do, but you're going to do it anyway because that is what you need to do. 2. Look, don't touch Dad said this one, "Look, don't touch. You don't know what is going on or where it's been." This is applied to the museum as well as life. If you don't know what is going on, then it is probably better not to get involved. There's another side of this in

 So, I always do the same thing when I'm late to class; nothing, I'm always on time. However, I was late once, and the teacher was fed up with how there was always at least one sudent late to class. The teacher tried to call me out, "Why are you so late to class?" I answered, "It's a story, let me tell you." The teacher, figured he would catch me off guard, "Yes, tell me, why are you late?" So, I told him, "I was on my way to school when I was attacked by my mortal enemy, the Sun. Taking an oprotunity to blind me, the Sun sent out his henchman, the Curb. The Curb, lyig in wait for his master's enemy to pass, lunged out at my noble stead,

 Do you want to be my friend? It's a simple question, really. What do you and I have in common? Well, this. I wrote it, you're reading it, it's something in common. Any thing else? Well, I like reading. Action Adventure with hints of Sci-Fi and/or Fantasy. If you don't like that, I also like superheros. Mostly just the mainstream heros; I think Deadpool may be my favorite, but that can change, and I haven't read much of him. I'm also very good at making up stories. I find it fun to play various writing games, like the letter game, or word games. There's one that I found fun to play with my brother and best friend where one of us writes a line

Dear Alexius, He did it! I don't know how or when or where he got it, but he has connected the dots and now I'm developing a large amount of dislike for that boy. What boy? Martin! He found the article about my mother, and now he refuses to be associate with me. Now, I'm not supposed to tell this to any one this, so please don't tell any one. You remember how my mother had a trial for treason and conspiracy against the high counsel, and that, that was the reason my mother was banished, plain and simple. It wasn't that simple. Most people put on trial for, and found guilty of, treason are instantly given the death penalty, but my mother was b

Dear Alex, Before coming here, I had never seen anything hatch, chicken or other. Since coming here, I still haven't seen anything hatch, but one of my teachers has "a mystery egg" and if we can guess what it is before it hatches we get a prize. So, not much hope for me there. I've been reading all about dragons, because really, what else am I supposed to do? Your little dragon is going to get freaking huge, and it's going to eat a lot, if it's not already. And you said it has wings? That'll make it a mountain dragon, and it wont start flying for an other few months. Dragons are incredibly intelligent and their personalities are just as compl

Dear Alex, He, I mean, he's so frustrating. Martin wont talk to me, or anything, and I looked in his things and found nothing! Year is a relative term, he's a year younger than I am, but in the same level; final level is the last year which can be between four and twenty levels. Earth Class is housed, guess where, underground. It's like Fire Tower, only upsidedown, and underground. I had found it by accident while wandering the halls, and invited myself in... I'm not a bad person, I swear, his stuff was just there! So, Madam Theca, the librarian, may have done something you have been trying to do for years. I'm reading. Nothing important that

Dear Alex, Martin has gone insane, he wont even let me talk to him. I don't know what's wrong with him, and he wont tell me. It's so frustrating! But, in better news, I've found the only competent adult in the school, unfortunately, she's not a teacher, she's the head librarian. So, I went into the library to do research, and asked her opinion on the sketch you sent me. She said it looked like Drago, a language used by dragons. Dragons! They haven't been seen for millennia, and they had a language that dragons would speak, and only special kinds of people could learn to speak it. Not only that, but Drago runes are exceptionally powerful. Acco

Dear Alex, Are you sure you copied the markings exactly? According to Martin, there isn't anything like it in the library that he's seen thus far, nothing in the common books of magical creatures or the few advanced magi-biology books either. And, he's not too keen on doing work for "my very good friend who apparently doesn't go to this school". He thinks I could be selling the work he does for me. I tried to assure him you don't go here, but he's kind of acting weird lately. Anyway, I surrender, I'll go to the library and do the work myself! Happy now? You have done a terrible thing, making me keep my own promises. Any way, I got a letter, a

Dear Alex, I'm desperate for something interesting to happen, so what if I miss a lettr her or tere? And it's just like you to pull on my sensitive heart strings to get what you want; always pushing me into old, dark, dry, dusty libraries! Maybe Martin will know something about it and save me some time and effort. And you don't have to rub in the fact that you can draw and I can't. On a more important note, I've found out something weird while wandering the ancient halls of this fin institution. Different places feel different, like how Fire Tower feels warm to me. I thought it was because the Tower was, you know, on fire, but no one else fee