Chandelure's MementoChandelure's Memento
I remember Molly fondly. Her lavender locks of hair that curled down her perfect face. Those bright yellow eyes, and that small smile. I remember how much she loved when I was a mere Litwick, even though she could only meet me in secret since her parents never allowed her to be near me. In her fourteen years of life I was her first Pokemon. And her last
It was a warm night. I was a Lampent by that time. Molly had given me a watch, and taught me how to read it. I can't read or remember all the numbers, but I can still remember one special number. Ten. Molly taught me that every time the big stick faced up, and the little stick pointed at the ten, we could meet for what she would call "fifteen minutes".
A few weeks after the night she gave me the watch, she brought me a Dusk Stone. She said that the Dusk Stone was a present for me. I was confused. I didn't know what a present was, for I was never given one before in my afterlife. (I can't remember a
Book of Pinkieism, page 1
Once upon a time, in a far off, magical land called Equestria, lived a little pink pony called Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie was the most special of all the ponies in Ponyville, because -
Hello, Pinkie Pie.
"I heard you talking about me! Were you, were you, were you? Huh, huh, huh?"
Yes. As a matter of fact, I was about to tell a story about you.
"Ooooh, is it the super secret super special super story about how I got my cool powers?"
"Oh, I just can't wait to hear it!"
Hold that thought, Pinkie. I think I'm going to need a little bit of help...