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"... ... Ara?..." Lawson said to his faithful stuffy-nosed companion, "This is gonna be great, I can already feel it!"
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"Flower Gift, Flower Gift, grant me a wish...
I cared for you, o Cherrim, so please grant me this...
To teach the future of your wonder, to see them admire...
That, dear Cherrim, is my one true desire..."
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These words are engraved on the copper statue of an older woman, whose hair stays up in a bun, and who wears a robe that covers even her feet. A hand extends out forwards, holding a cane, and the other hand does the same though it is empty and outstretched, as if reaching for something or someone. This older woman is none other than Madame Pivione, the founding mother of the Southern Kalos city, Gracerise City. This statue stands directly outside of the Gracerise Trainer Academy, and is where this tale takes off... ...
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With a sigh of not boredom but excitement, Lawson Anatole looked up at the copper statue that stood before him after having read the plaque aloud to himself. He adjusted his goggles so they sat above his forehead since he no longer needed them if he was looking at a distance. Ara the Cubchoo pat his head gently a few times as a signal that she wanted to get a move on, and in response, Law started walking. He looked around for anyone he would recognize, and when that did everything but provide results, he let out a sigh - this time, a sigh of annoyance and frustration. Nevertheless, a smile remained plastered on his face as he took in the surroundings once more. The cherry blossom trees practically made up the entire forest around the school - and around, and even in, the entirety of the town itself - and were rustling gently in the wind. A few petals fell to the gravel pathway beneath his feet, one landing on Ara's head. Behind him was the old copper statue, and before him was the Gracerise Trainer Academy, where he would spend his time training to be better with Pokemon, and where he would learn to be the best Pokemon Coordinator out there. A burning fire of determination in his eyes, he pumped his fist in the air as he thought to himself about his inevitable performing future. Ara sighed, both in an effort to remove the cherry blossom petal that she placed on her nose and as a sign of her almost-embarrassment over Law's silly hand movements that had no context in her mind."Flower Gift, Flower Gift, grant me a wish...
I cared for you, o Cherrim, so please grant me this...
To teach the future of your wonder, to see them admire...
That, dear Cherrim, is my one true desire..."
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These words are engraved on the copper statue of an older woman, whose hair stays up in a bun, and who wears a robe that covers even her feet. A hand extends out forwards, holding a cane, and the other hand does the same though it is empty and outstretched, as if reaching for something or someone. This older woman is none other than Madame Pivione, the founding mother of the Southern Kalos city, Gracerise City. This statue stands directly outside of the Gracerise Trainer Academy, and is where this tale takes off... ...
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"... ... Ara?..." Lawson said to his faithful stuffy-nosed companion, "This is gonna be great, I can already feel it!"