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Malphas could hear her mother went out of their house. He was sitting in his nest, trying to fall asleep. "This is the fourth time this month that mummy has to go. I still remember when she only had to go twice per month." He then started to look for something with his wing around his nest until he found it: a golden medallion with a red gemstone that his father gave him a long time ago. "And daddy..." He started to cry a little. "I can't stand this anymore! I can't stay here! I need to do something! I must find daddy and help mommy!" He took the medallion and an old shoulder strap that immediately filled with a map and some berries, and went out of the house.
He was sure that flying was the better option at that point. Though he was quite good at flying, he had never practised flying with such strong air currents. He decided to walk instead, confused and without a clear course. Malphas was going directly to Snowflake Town. He knew that the paths were dangerous, especially after the Tyrant Army invaded the region, but he was determined to find some help in any other of the cities of the Azraq Region.
Three Hakamo-os slowly approached to the entrance of the castle. There, a Kommo-o was sitting. It looked like if he was meditating, with his eyes closed. The Hakamo-os were beckoning, trying to dictate who was the one that should disturb the Commander of the Town. "Well... Are you gonna say something or are you gonna stay silent all day?" The Kommo-o said, still with his eyes closed. One of the Hakamo-os started talking there. "Eh.... Sorry commander, but... We didn't want to disturb you. We bring news from the other cities: the rebels are decreasing in number, yet still, they continue with their attacks."
The Kommo-o stayed silent, though he seemed to be quite annoyed. "When will they learn that the more they oppose us, the worse for them?" He opened his eyes, casting a glance that froze the blood of the soldiers, and stood. "The Cauldron is an example of how good could be their lives if they just simply stopped resisting. Free of rebellions these last 5 months and everyone seemed to be happy." The Kommo-o approached the soldiers. "Lately, this place is way too calm. Send more reinforcements to the other villages and leave here only the better troops, just in case anything starts going wrong."
The Hakamo-os nodded and retreated. "As you say, Commander Komodo." The Kommo-o smiled and waited for instructions of his superior.
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It's been three years since the Tyrant Army took control all over the Azraq Region. It's been three years of depression and sadness. I thought that, once they defeated all the Resistance, its attitude would eventually change. But... I was wrong. Nothing has changed, at least, for better. Our main cities are completely devastated, always immersed in some natural disasters or extreme weather. The Tyrant Army is demanding more and more taxes and...
Crow stopped writing in her diary. She lived with her son in the trunk of a tree, on the outskirts of Windy Hills. That tree was the house of all her family, since her great grandfather. At first, they used nests and lived in the treetop, but, since the Commander of the area decided to continuously stroke the area with strong gusts of wind, they lived inside the tree: a few small rooms, almost without any furniture that normally used as a storage. Her family left long ago trying to stop the Tyrant Army. Her husband left too. And she still hadn't any kind of new information about where they were.
The Honchrow looked outside, contemplating the devastated crops, and the abandoned houses. Just a couple of months ago those houses were still inhabited; though now they only were ruined memories of the past: the Pokemon that lived there had to leave to the near forests, living as wild and aggressive Pokemon. She was about to continue writing when a voice interrupted her.
-Pay the taxes.- It said. When Crow looked outside, she saw that it was a Crabrawler accompanied with a Pawniard.
The Honchrow took a small sack and threw it to them. "Here you go." The two Pokemon started to inspect its content. In half a minute, the Pawniard talked: "This is not enough. You know? Taxes have risen." Crow sighed and looked to a small shelf. She approached it and took another sack with some coins. "Well... Here goes our money for this week. Though it is not my fault that these air currents are damaging this village so much." Crow came back to the door. "Here is all that I got, so now, leave us." She said, throwing them the new sack. The two Pokemon seemed to be satisfied, and went away, almost laughing.
When Crow returned to the table she was writing, her son was in the middle of the way. He looked worried. "Is everything OK?" He finally said, though his tone was dubious, like if he was afraid of asking. Crow took some time to respond. "The truth is that... No." The Murkrow looked sad, and silence appeared again, for some seconds, that looked like an eternity." Malphas, I know that you want to help and that you like to come with me on my business trips, but... I have to go again, and this time, I will not have any companion from the locals. I will ask our neighbour and see if he can take care of you, right? Paths are dangerous and I don't want you to get injured, but I need to earn more money for both of us." The little Murkrow looked disappointed, but he ended up nodding and returning to the room that those last months used as his bedroom.
Crow approached again to her diary. She took again one of his feathers with his wing and prepared to keep on writing... But she couldn't. She just simply stared at the other pages. Minutes passed, but he didn't write anything. His mind was so full of emotions that it was impossible to her to order them and translate them into words. She looked to his son's room and decided to talk with his neighbour instead.
Crow stopped writing in her diary. She lived with her son in the trunk of a tree, on the outskirts of Windy Hills. That tree was the house of all her family, since her great grandfather. At first, they used nests and lived in the treetop, but, since the Commander of the area decided to continuously stroke the area with strong gusts of wind, they lived inside the tree: a few small rooms, almost without any furniture that normally used as a storage. Her family left long ago trying to stop the Tyrant Army. Her husband left too. And she still hadn't any kind of new information about where they were.
The Honchrow looked outside, contemplating the devastated crops, and the abandoned houses. Just a couple of months ago those houses were still inhabited; though now they only were ruined memories of the past: the Pokemon that lived there had to leave to the near forests, living as wild and aggressive Pokemon. She was about to continue writing when a voice interrupted her.
-Pay the taxes.- It said. When Crow looked outside, she saw that it was a Crabrawler accompanied with a Pawniard.
The Honchrow took a small sack and threw it to them. "Here you go." The two Pokemon started to inspect its content. In half a minute, the Pawniard talked: "This is not enough. You know? Taxes have risen." Crow sighed and looked to a small shelf. She approached it and took another sack with some coins. "Well... Here goes our money for this week. Though it is not my fault that these air currents are damaging this village so much." Crow came back to the door. "Here is all that I got, so now, leave us." She said, throwing them the new sack. The two Pokemon seemed to be satisfied, and went away, almost laughing.
When Crow returned to the table she was writing, her son was in the middle of the way. He looked worried. "Is everything OK?" He finally said, though his tone was dubious, like if he was afraid of asking. Crow took some time to respond. "The truth is that... No." The Murkrow looked sad, and silence appeared again, for some seconds, that looked like an eternity." Malphas, I know that you want to help and that you like to come with me on my business trips, but... I have to go again, and this time, I will not have any companion from the locals. I will ask our neighbour and see if he can take care of you, right? Paths are dangerous and I don't want you to get injured, but I need to earn more money for both of us." The little Murkrow looked disappointed, but he ended up nodding and returning to the room that those last months used as his bedroom.
Crow approached again to her diary. She took again one of his feathers with his wing and prepared to keep on writing... But she couldn't. She just simply stared at the other pages. Minutes passed, but he didn't write anything. His mind was so full of emotions that it was impossible to her to order them and translate them into words. She looked to his son's room and decided to talk with his neighbour instead.
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Malphas could hear her mother went out of their house. He was sitting in his nest, trying to fall asleep. "This is the fourth time this month that mummy has to go. I still remember when she only had to go twice per month." He then started to look for something with his wing around his nest until he found it: a golden medallion with a red gemstone that his father gave him a long time ago. "And daddy..." He started to cry a little. "I can't stand this anymore! I can't stay here! I need to do something! I must find daddy and help mommy!" He took the medallion and an old shoulder strap that immediately filled with a map and some berries, and went out of the house.
He was sure that flying was the better option at that point. Though he was quite good at flying, he had never practised flying with such strong air currents. He decided to walk instead, confused and without a clear course. Malphas was going directly to Snowflake Town. He knew that the paths were dangerous, especially after the Tyrant Army invaded the region, but he was determined to find some help in any other of the cities of the Azraq Region.
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Three Hakamo-os slowly approached to the entrance of the castle. There, a Kommo-o was sitting. It looked like if he was meditating, with his eyes closed. The Hakamo-os were beckoning, trying to dictate who was the one that should disturb the Commander of the Town. "Well... Are you gonna say something or are you gonna stay silent all day?" The Kommo-o said, still with his eyes closed. One of the Hakamo-os started talking there. "Eh.... Sorry commander, but... We didn't want to disturb you. We bring news from the other cities: the rebels are decreasing in number, yet still, they continue with their attacks."
The Kommo-o stayed silent, though he seemed to be quite annoyed. "When will they learn that the more they oppose us, the worse for them?" He opened his eyes, casting a glance that froze the blood of the soldiers, and stood. "The Cauldron is an example of how good could be their lives if they just simply stopped resisting. Free of rebellions these last 5 months and everyone seemed to be happy." The Kommo-o approached the soldiers. "Lately, this place is way too calm. Send more reinforcements to the other villages and leave here only the better troops, just in case anything starts going wrong."
The Hakamo-os nodded and retreated. "As you say, Commander Komodo." The Kommo-o smiled and waited for instructions of his superior.
