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Original thread. So, some of you know I REALLY like this game. So much in fact, that a while after the first one utterly flopped, I asked Clipsey for advice on what to do about it. She said that if I wanted to repost it, it should stay here. So here we are~! Rules: Three prompts are given, your task is to write a short piece (100~500 words or so, though you don't have to be in that ballpark, go as long/short as you want) based on AT LEAST ONE of those prompts. Then proivide three new prompts. Examples, taken from a forum I mod on FFN. [spoiler=Three prompts used]Winter, Goo, and Healing Snowflakes are pretty. They are also cold, and turn the liquid inside those healing bottles into useless green goo. So I curl up next to my Trainer in the little cavern as the blizzard shrieks by outside. My side bleeds, a wound from a surprise Sneasel attack. Espeon like me don't fight Sneasel well. I hope my blood is keeping my Trainer warm at least. She is just a little thing. Maybe I should have been a Glaceon. My first memories are of playing in the snow on a sunny winter's day. Everything was so white, and I loved the crunch as I sank into the snow with each bounce. There were Glaceon too, and I was chasing after them. I chased after them for a while, until I heard the voice of humans calling me back. The other Eevee seemed disappointed when I turned back. I breathed out hard just to see my breath turn pale before me, as I was carried back inside by the mother of my Trainer. My Trainer couldn't even speak words yet, but we could still understand each other. Something approaches from outside, unheeded by the furious weather. I growl, my ears pointing backward. But the creature is unaffected, still coming closer. As it enters the cave, I see that it is a Glaceon, wild but not ferocious. The Glaceon sits down and studies us. "You'll die if that wound isn't treated," says the Glaceon. "Come with me and we'll heal you." "But I can't leave my Trainer," I answer. "Forget the Trainer," says the Glaceon. "We cannot save her. Only you." "If you can save me, you can save her as well," I reply, ears back. "And why would you, a wild Pokemon, want to save me, a Trainer's Pokemon?" "Because you are one of us, even now," says the Glaceon. "I am your mother." It took me a while to process that. "...You are?" "Certainly you don't think the humans birthed you, do you?" said the Glaceon. "You were born out here, to our clan. But you were taken from us when you were very young, before you even had the chance to become a Glaceon. But we have searched and called for you ever since then, and even in your current form we accept you. Come home." "But..." I began, unsure of what to think or say. I think of the Glaceon I chased after when I was an Eevee. Was that my clan trying to get me back? "Do you wish to still dwell with your captors, with this false family that will never treat you as an equal?" asks the Glaceon. "But if I leave, my Trainer will die," I protest. "If you don't leave, you will die," said the Glaceon. "And the girl will probably die anyway." "No." The Glaceon seems both irritated and puzzled. "Why do you choose death?" I do not answer right away. I only think of how warm and wonderful the sunlight is that day, as I became an Espeon before my Trainer's gleeful eyes. How we frolicked together afterward, as slush squished beneath our feet. "I am an Espeon," I say. "I cannot thrive without people. It is a power only humans can give. I'm sorry, mother, but this is where I belong. The Glaceon stays silent, showing no more emotion than a snowflake. Then without a sound she leaves the cave, vanishing into the snow. I cuddle up next to my Trainer, who is still unnerved from the Glaceon. She is so warm. As my eyes close, I think of how it could have been different. But I am so glad to have met my humans. This was written by the incredibly talented The Light's Refrain. [spoiler=One prompt used]Going Down in History The blue-tressed Prince lifted his blade at the Demonic Dragon before him. This is it. As the beast roared its hatred of humanity, he ran foreword and slashed with the Blade of Light. You'll always be remembered for this. Its last breaths told him that darkness will always resurrect him. But that isn't your concern. Marth sighed as Medeus fell dead. Because he knew from now on, a certain humble Prince's name would go down in history. And with that, peace returned, for the name of the Hero-King. I wrote this one myself. Full sample thread EDIT AT PROTO'S SUGGESTION If you want, you can post feedback for the above poster as well. It is highly recommended you do so, as it helps the others improve and makes the game more enjoyable for everyone! Kero~! Now, initial prompts, I going with easy things. Magic Dragon Star-stained sky