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Tsuki III The flame that had been sitting high above Sam's head would move forth, keeping its altitude the whole time it moved. Just as well it kept its size and its own "mood," or rather it continued to flicker gently while keeping its calm. It would begin to guide her through the hall, illuminating its surroundings within a five foot radius.
Should she choose to follow this blue flame, she would see that while it led the way, every few feet and to either side of the hall were tables. They were simple-- wooden and rectangular, with nothing but small frames sitting on the surface with larger frames sitting on the walls. As of yet, there still didn't seem to be any exit; no doors or windows were within sight.
In each frame there was either a photograph or a painting, most of either pokemon or what appeared to be a small family like before but just the same, in not a single one of those pictures could you see their faces. In every photo they were cut out or shaded, just as it were with every painting.
Steadily, that little ball of blue fire continued to soar through the air, calm.
In short time the flame would then stop, its light showing that it had led her to... a wall? Surely there was nothing else around-- just a wall. It had led her to a dead end it seemed and there were no windows or doors. The fire however did nothing else and sat in the air like it had before, just inches away from the wall it stood before. Maybe it wanted her to do something? Touch it, maybe, break it down or just approach it? Who the hell knew but to anyone, it would probably look like it made no sense. One thing Sam might notice, though, was that slowly the ball of flame looked to grow a little... aggitated, its tongue flickering more and more and it almost seemed to grow bit by bit...
Sam started following this blue flame. It looked odd, but yet calm. She stared at it. What will happen if she touched it? She felt a note drop on her head. She grabbed it, but didn't read it. Well, not yet. It just runied her thoughts. She then heard a snap. 'What was that? Maybe the water dripping from behind? It's the flame crackling... no, it's the water...'
When looking around, she saw some tables and photos. She didn't bother touching them or going near them. There was also no doors or windows; no way out.
She then heard a GONG sound. A bell? Who knows. It's only been about one minute since the note fell. 'Oh yeah, the note. What does it say?' She red it. A game. Oh well. At least she can talk to him, that is, if she does find him.
She bumped into a wall. A wall. The flame led her into a wall. "A dead end! Why did you led me into a dead end?!" She said to the flame. But something looked differnt about it. It grew a little bit. How is that possible? A flame can't grow in thin air.
She's had it. How can she find the owner of this place if there is no way out? Why did a flame lead her into a wall? She ran into the wall. If water is a door, can a wall be, too?
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