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Post by SUPERDUDE! on Apr 6, 2013 14:25:20 GMT -8
"Harry, I don't think the Legendary Gym is around here."
A sweat trickled down Harry's red brow. It was sizzling hot in the badlands and for the past hour, Harry had been traveling in a coat and a pair of boots. But Harry would not let himself be defeated by the heat, not when fire was clearly the element he was meant to be. He was being challenged by something else, something invisible and clever. His hand grasped his mouth, deep in thought as if he were planning ten steps ahead his opponent on a chess match.
"Coronamon..." Harry slowly began, his hand clenching. "I think you may be correct! We have been looking in the wrong place! We have been misled!" Harry cursed dramatically. "We have been toyed with!"
Coronamon didn't know who or what Harry was talking about. As far he knows, Harry one day decided to find the Legendary Gym and he beckoned Coronamon to follow him. It wasn't as if Coronamon had much of a choice.
"Or maybe...that's what they want us to think!" Harry exclaimed, punching his knuckles in his fist. "It makes sense now! It's always when heroes are about to give up that the plot happens. Let's keep going!"
Coronamon stared at Harry, not knowing what to say. He was used to the resignation of simply following along. It was easier to just nod and agree than try to make Harry see logic.
He wasn't really trying that hard either. The badlands weren't that bad. Coronamon quite liked it. There weren't a lot to see but the temperature was just right. He doubted Harry would be able to make it far but he still looks very -
Harry dropped on the dry, cracked ground.
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