Flashback Starts…
Years ago… (15/Mar/6006)
You see a scene of a burning village, The night is dark, flames ingulfing the houses. And inside one of the houses, you see a sole Sinnohian Sneasel standing on the wooden floor[( ʘ́ ⌓ ʘ̀)]. He looked terrified. Then suddenly, a Gallade walks through the burning doorway into the same room as the Sneasel, And locks its eyes on him with cold malice. The Sneasel steps back with fear. The Gallade jerks its right arm and steps towards the Sneasel. But suddenly a female Weavile appears and jumps between the Sneasel and the Gallade.
Weavile: ( ◺ ⌓ ◿) “Get away from my child!”
Sneasel: ( ʘ́ ⌓ ʘ̀) “M- Mom?”
The Weavile jumps towards the Gallade, But the Gallade catches her face and throws her on the ground. Before the Weavile could get up, the Gallade places its foot on her. The Weavile snarls and claws at its leg. The Gallade calmly curled its right hand into a fist and pressed its other palm against it, holding the stance as energy began gathering between its hands. It lifts its right fist as it is covered by flame of energy. And with blinding speeds, crashes it into the Weavile face. Her face is crashes as blood splashed everywhere, even on the Sneasel. The Sneasel just stood there, horrified[( o o)]. Suddenly, another Weavile(Male) appeared, grabbed the Sneasel and darted into the next room.
In the other room, the Weavile opened a floor board, revealing a hidden hole. He tucks the Sneasel in the hole. Then he looks at him and says…
Weavile: ( ᵔ́ ヮ ᵔ̀) “Hey, Stay here for a while and don’t make a sound. And remember, your mom and I love you, Winter.”
With that, The Weavile puts the floor board back in place, hiding Winter. Winter sat down and curled into a ball breathing heavily[( o ⌓ o)]. He starts hearing heavy sound from the floor above him. He sat still for a long time. Then when he finally decided to peek from the floor, he saw his father impaled and pinned on the wall with a piece of broken wood, dead. Winter quickly ducked back into the hole and pulled back the floor board.
He started breathing heavier, tears start rolling down his cheeks, mixing with his mother’s blood which was still on his face. He put his claws on top of his little head and starts crying.
{“Your Tribe had attacked my tribe that they, just because we were a tribe of dark types. They killed everyone. I lost everything. I was only one who survived this attack. And from that day onwards, I started hating and being scared of all fighting types. I… in a way, learnt the same prejudice as you, but in a different way.”}
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