Literature
Prompt 58. Instinct - Spark Fanfiction
The Mystic Headquarters was nothing but smoking ruins. Dust curled from the blown out walls, and the ruins of the building littered the ground with impassible wreckage. The blue banners that once hung proudly on the walls were in tatters, and there was a thin layer of ash that hung in the air, ash that choked up Candela’s lungs and she gave a racking cough. The little flareon at her feet glanced up at her warily, and unconsciously Candela’s hand went down to stroke the flame furred pokemon comfortingly. “I’m fine, Ember,” Candela assured the pokemon. She glanced up to Blanche and a frown touched her lips.
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