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[center][h2][color=39b54a]Deneb Astrologian[/color]
At the Soon-To-Be Wreckage[/h2][/center]

Floating in his unconsciousness, Deneb dreamed...or rather, he remembered. He recalled the memories of his recent life. The memories of his parents and himself traversing the desert. The blazing hot day, the freezing cold night, and the the mysterious and beautiful sights belonging to the vastness of the sands. To some, it would be harsh place, that trainers and travelers simply pass through as quickly as they could. To Deneb, it was his home. The tents, caves, and ruins stood as his house, and the desert pokemon were his friends. His parents held his hands, and they lived happy lives.

Of course, dreams like this are destined to become nightmares. Memories can be cruel, and turn on the one remembering. The desert sand and wind formed a mighty sandstorm. Deneb's parents tried to hold on to him, but the child was swept away. The sight of his mother and father shrunk into nothingness, and Deneb was thrown about. His body turned to the top of the sandstorm, where he was met with a light brighter than any day he had seen before.

...And then he awoke.

Slowly, Deneb's eyes opened. He turned his head away from the sun when it tried to blind him. His body was sore, but he managed to move, and sit up. He checked himself in order to make sure everything was there. He sighed in relief when Maractus' pokeball, and his family's dagger were both still on his person.

[color=Lightblue]"You up?"[/color] 

Deneb turned his head, and found that his companion had also made it. The child nodded in response. He took off his headpiece in order to shake the remaining water out of its material. His clothes were still a little wet. With it off, his appearance almost made him seem like a little girl, with long, wet green hair. 

As he set the horned circlet down, and squeezed the water out, Deneb asked,

"[color=39b54a]Where are we? Where will we go?[/color]"