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I decided to work with colored pencils on black paper for I hope obvious reasons. And here is an end of this End Run Chapter. But not exactly an end to Gwen's story. I intend to post drawings of her rogue birthday party soon and post written and drawn pieces of things that happen in the years after ER up to and passed the last drawing on this. Because there is so much that happens that isn't explained in the time jump in the drawing or my writings.

Now for Story time:
I lie under my old quilt from those days and find that remembering is a little easier now. It's funny how things change... Thinking back had I known what was going to happen... I might have kept myself from the war. But it was not the Great Spirit's will for me. Not that I know much of his will concerning me. I am always surprised.

Thinking of things... memories and of certain people still hurt. That time encompassed some of my darkest days and dwelling on them does nothing good for me. Every hour I spent in fear and pain. Voices coming at me from every side in the darkness, wanting to be heard and thinking I couldn't hear them. I eventually got used to it, and forced myself to adapt and accept help when I couldn't do for myself. I felt like there was no point, but what else could I do? I would not break a promise whether those around me did. What I focused on was surviving. But I was being patiently taught how to live again. And how to live with a Psychic who could see more than merely what was before him.

The day I was discharged from Johto's Armed forces Honorably I didn't care what they did so long as I escaped from them. From the cage that they had become. The cage that had killed me with the help of Kanto. The medals and things they gave to show their appreciation were a joke and I would have thrown them away if I hadn't been prevented from it. I was still grieving, for my animals and for all that I had lost. But I tried to stay numb to it all. It was easier.

When it was over Tony and I went in search of people that still meant something to me. Those who I still counted friends. While Marco and my... well back then I considered him my unwanted shadow went to gather all of our things.

I hurt him something awful back then and it amazes me so much that he so easily forgave me.

I said goodbye to whomever I could find, and those I would really miss I asked them to come visit if they could after the war. All but Father Acharya. All I could do was slip another note under his door. I would have liked to have heard his voice once more. Guess he was one of the two spared from seeing what I'd become. At least their memories wouldn't be tainted.

Us four traveled from base camp surrounded by our animals, having destroyed our pokeballs. Agreeing that they were prisons at best and deathtraps at worse.

I sat in an old cart pulled by my Royale that Marco had "Borrowed" to carry me and all of our things. We moved in silence most of the day, stopping only for meals, and to sleep. I had the most feeling in my right hand and I took to clinging to the cart, and to whoever was helping me like a lifeline in the dark sea I was on.

At night, or what I supposed was night, Tony would try to get me to tell him what had happened. To confide in him like I once had. I didn't know what to say, or even where to start. I told him the only thing that made sense to me back then. That the sister he knew was killed. And that there was no getting her back. I think he knew that already, but to hear it from my own mouth must had devastated him. And it is the truth. The greater part of me had been destroyed. And what was left was fear and sorrow. Nothing good or worth wile.

I tried not to sleep but it is hard when you see nothing. And when I did dreams came. Strange dreams and horrific nightmares. I didn't cry out though. Such noises I had long since learned not to make when I was still a prisoner. Though had I been able too I am sure I would have cried out for Help. From whom is anyone's guess. I wouldn't have guessed he who did come.

He seemed to know every time and was there no matter what. To my frustration he was always able to calm me down... somehow. Back then I didn't want to have anything to do with him. And I didn't feel I deserved the comfort he gave.

He told me he was just keeping his promise, and at first I believed that. But he told me much later one particularly awful time that my expression and tears couldn't have kept even the hardest of hearts from coming to my aid. I thought it was pity.

There came a day when I was loaded into the cart with everything, but we didn't go anywhere for many hours. I could hear Kanogisdi cooing behind me.

'M-Marco... are we waiting for something?'

'We-ah are wating-ah for-'

'Arg, theys shoulda bin heah by now!'

'W... who Tony? What's going-' I remember hearing footsteps a moment too late for me to warn anyone, but I shouldn't have been worried.

'Coo ya jehs Mate, weah jus a lil late.'

'J... Junior? They told me you went-'

'AWOL? I dih. An guess who I foun ta geh us outta heah.' There were footsteps coming towards me.

'Madame Clement!' It took me a moment to register the voice, it had been a while. But once I did I reached a hand out into the darkness and was rewarded for my efforts by another taking hold of mine.

'M... Mathis?'

'...Oui... I am here..' his voice before had been excited, happy to see me. But it turned sour. I wasn't surprised. He probably had only then gotten a good look at me. The cart was creaking and something heavy settled onto it beside me.

'I am too Gwen. Remember me?'

'... M... Mr. Miguel?'

'That's right!' He sat next to me the rest of the way with his arm around my shoulders and Mathis didn't let go of my hand. Even when we were later joined by my Cousins Atsadi and Atohi. Not that I would have let him let go. Not back then. It was good to hear familiar voices.

They told me we were not going to Cherrygrove Johto. We were to meet up with Edo'da, Gramma Enid, Edu'du, and Uncle Wohali at the Rogue camp. We were to stay with them for a few weeks and then cross the ocean to Unova. I was sad I would never set foot in my home again and afraid of what would come.

I spent much of my first day in the Rogue camp just keeping out of peoples way and taking care of the babies. Gramma Enid took to the cubs so quickly. She took one for herself when they were old enough. Little Oconostota.

The second day Mathis and I went somewhere quiet. I gave Nike's Kit what memories I could of her. The poor little one was like me. Like my cubs and little Kano. Mathis and I talked a little... about hard things... experiences that were painful. Nightmares, dark cells, regrets, and loss. And a little bit about healing. I told him that I had been giving everything of me for so long... that I felt as if there just wasn't anything left...

There was much I couldn't talk about... He broached the subject of someone I... couldn't think of without pain once.

'D.. Do you think it might be possible for a human to use a Psychic in place of ones eyes?' A thought I had had I used to change the subject. I knew he probably could tell I was running from the topic but I think the idea intrigued him. I remember praying he wouldn't pick the original topic up again.

We went for a walk then. I didn't know, but it was a trick. I had forgotten, but everyone else hadn't. My birthday was the day before. And though I saw none of it, I remember it all. They threw me a birthday party. I remember smiling. It was the first time I had in what felt like ages. I wanted give them something. And the only thing I had to give was my voice. Three had never heard it before, and everyone else hadn't heard it in forever.

I gave it gladly.

Happy Birthday they sang to me long into the night.

Happy Birthday I hear them still sing as I start to drift off to sleep, and then there is an arm wrapping around me and another under my head, touching my hand. There is a broad chest against my back and lips pressing to my cheek.

"Happee Birt-day мой heart." my bear's voice in my ear. Then his massive hand moves to my extended belly. I guess it's time to be moving around today.

And so this chapter ends and another begins.

Art and story are mine.

No stealing.

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I decided to work with colored pencils on black paper for I hope obvious reasons. And here is an end of this End Run Chapter. But not exactly an end to Gwen's story. I intend to post drawings of her rogue birthday party soon and post written and drawn pieces of things that happen in the years after ER up to and passed the last drawing on this. Because there is so much that happens that isn't explained in the time jump in the drawing or my writings.

Now for Story time:
I lie under my old quilt from those days and find that remembering is a little easier now. It's funny how things change... Thinking back had I known what was going to happen... I might have kept myself from the war. But it was not the Great Spirit's will for me. Not that I know much of his will concerning me. I am always surprised.

Thinking of things... memories and of certain people still hurt. That time encompassed some of my darkest days and dwelling on them does nothing good for me. Every hour I spent in fear and pain. Voices coming at me from every side in the darkness, wanting to be heard and thinking I couldn't hear them. I eventually got used to it, and forced myself to adapt and accept help when I couldn't do for myself. I felt like there was no point, but what else could I do? I would not break a promise whether those around me did. What I focused on was surviving. But I was being patiently taught how to live again. And how to live with a Psychic who could see more than merely what was before him.

The day I was discharged from Johto's Armed forces Honorably I didn't care what they did so long as I escaped from them. From the cage that they had become. The cage that had killed me with the help of Kanto. The medals and things they gave to show their appreciation were a joke and I would have thrown them away if I hadn't been prevented from it. I was still grieving, for my animals and for all that I had lost. But I tried to stay numb to it all. It was easier.

When it was over Tony and I went in search of people that still meant something to me. Those who I still counted friends. While Marco and my... well back then I considered him my unwanted shadow went to gather all of our things.

I hurt him something awful back then and it amazes me so much that he so easily forgave me.

I said goodbye to whomever I could find, and those I would really miss I asked them to come visit if they could after the war. All but Father Acharya. All I could do was slip another note under his door. I would have liked to have heard his voice once more. Guess he was one of the two spared from seeing what I'd become. At least their memories wouldn't be tainted.

Us four traveled from base camp surrounded by our animals, having destroyed our pokeballs. Agreeing that they were prisons at best and deathtraps at worse.

I sat in an old cart pulled by my Royale that Marco had "Borrowed" to carry me and all of our things. We moved in silence most of the day, stopping only for meals, and to sleep. I had the most feeling in my right hand and I took to clinging to the cart, and to whoever was helping me like a lifeline in the dark sea I was on.

At night, or what I supposed was night, Tony would try to get me to tell him what had happened. To confide in him like I once had. I didn't know what to say, or even where to start. I told him the only thing that made sense to me back then. That the sister he knew was killed. And that there was no getting her back. I think he knew that already, but to hear it from my own mouth must had devastated him. And it is the truth. The greater part of me had been destroyed. And what was left was fear and sorrow. Nothing good or worth wile.

I tried not to sleep but it is hard when you see nothing. And when I did dreams came. Strange dreams and horrific nightmares. I didn't cry out though. Such noises I had long since learned not to make when I was still a prisoner. Though had I been able too I am sure I would have cried out for Help. From whom is anyone's guess. I wouldn't have guessed he who did come.

He seemed to know every time and was there no matter what. To my frustration he was always able to calm me down... somehow. Back then I didn't want to have anything to do with him. And I didn't feel I deserved the comfort he gave.

He told me he was just keeping his promise, and at first I believed that. But he told me much later one particularly awful time that my expression and tears couldn't have kept even the hardest of hearts from coming to my aid. I thought it was pity.

There came a day when I was loaded into the cart with everything, but we didn't go anywhere for many hours. I could hear Kanogisdi cooing behind me.

'M-Marco... are we waiting for something?'

'We-ah are wating-ah for-'

'Arg, theys shoulda bin heah by now!'

'W... who Tony? What's going-' I remember hearing footsteps a moment too late for me to warn anyone, but I shouldn't have been worried.

'Coo ya jehs Mate, weah jus a lil late.'

'J... Junior? They told me you went-'

'AWOL? I dih. An guess who I foun ta geh us outta heah.' There were footsteps coming towards me.

'Madame Clement!' It took me a moment to register the voice, it had been a while. But once I did I reached a hand out into the darkness and was rewarded for my efforts by another taking hold of mine.

'M... Mathis?'

'...Oui... I am here..' his voice before had been excited, happy to see me. But it turned sour. I wasn't surprised. He probably had only then gotten a good look at me. The cart was creaking and something heavy settled onto it beside me.

'I am too Gwen. Remember me?'

'... M... Mr. Miguel?'

'That's right!' He sat next to me the rest of the way with his arm around my shoulders and Mathis didn't let go of my hand. Even when we were later joined by my Cousins Atsadi and Atohi. Not that I would have let him let go. Not back then. It was good to hear familiar voices.

They told me we were not going to Cherrygrove Johto. We were to meet up with Edo'da, Gramma Enid, Edu'du, and Uncle Wohali at the Rogue camp. We were to stay with them for a few weeks and then cross the ocean to Unova. I was sad I would never set foot in my home again and afraid of what would come.

I spent much of my first day in the Rogue camp just keeping out of peoples way and taking care of the babies. Gramma Enid took to the cubs so quickly. She took one for herself when they were old enough. Little Oconostota.

The second day Mathis and I went somewhere quiet. I gave Nike's Kit what memories I could of her. The poor little one was like me. Like my cubs and little Kano. Mathis and I talked a little... about hard things... experiences that were painful. Nightmares, dark cells, regrets, and loss. And a little bit about healing. I told him that I had been giving everything of me for so long... that I felt as if there just wasn't anything left...

There was much I couldn't talk about... He broached the subject of someone I... couldn't think of without pain once.

'D.. Do you think it might be possible for a human to use a Psychic in place of ones eyes?' A thought I had had I used to change the subject. I knew he probably could tell I was running from the topic but I think the idea intrigued him. I remember praying he wouldn't pick the original topic up again.

We went for a walk then. I didn't know, but it was a trick. I had forgotten, but everyone else hadn't. My birthday was the day before. And though I saw none of it, I remember it all. They threw me a birthday party. I remember smiling. It was the first time I had in what felt like ages. I wanted give them something. And the only thing I had to give was my voice. Three had never heard it before, and everyone else hadn't heard it in forever.

I gave it gladly.

Happy Birthday they sang to me long into the night.

Happy Birthday I hear them still sing as I start to drift off to sleep, and then there is an arm wrapping around me and another under my head, touching my hand. There is a broad chest against my back and lips pressing to my cheek.

"Happee Birt-day мой heart." my bear's voice in my ear. Then his massive hand moves to my extended belly. I guess it's time to be moving around today.

And so this chapter ends and another begins.

Art and story are mine.

No stealing.