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How the Pokémon Came Into Our Pokeballs

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How the Pokémon Came Into Our PokéBalls. 10/30/99 (Intro.)

For my English class in late September of this year, I had to write my own myth. So, I figured "Why not make a myth about how Pokémon came to be."

My English teacher thought that it was a great story. So did my mom and a few other people. Since it was so good, I thought I'd feature it on this website. Click Here to read my story. Enjoy. :)

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9/22/99 Page 1. Some people say that the Pokémon came from the sky in a giant rock known as the Moon Stone. Others say that they originated from the depths of nature's elements. But, they are all not true... this is the true story.

A long, long time ago in the heavens above, there were such powerful gods as Zeus, Maheo, and many more. But, it all started with a rookie god, known as...Mewchu. He had thepower to help provide for the animals, plants, minerals, and to keep track of the seven natural powers of the universe: Fire, Grass, Lightning, Water, Fighting, Psychic, and the power of the Colorless Star.

Mewchu made sure that the animals and plants were fed from natures natures good foods. He made sure that nature's minerals, such as rocks, dirt from the ground, and the mucky messes were used for their purpose.

One day, Mewchu said to himself, "There must be a way to allow the animals, small and big, to do these tough chores, so that I may be able to be a little clean." Then, he thought, "Why not give some of the natural powers to a new type of creature." So, he went down to earth with the power to absorb the natural powers of earth, and share it. So, he stood... in the middle of the Pacific, surrounded by islands of seven and water.

He decided to start with making a powerful animal to assist him in his great task. Then, he found a weird creature on an island. It was mostly white, blue eyes, short arms, big feet, and a long tail with a pink fpsy tip. Mewchu has never seen such an animal, so he absorbed the power of Psychic from the stars, gave the creature a gentle rub on its back, and picked it up. And Mewchu said to the creature, "You, rare creature, have received the supernatural power of the Psychics from the stars above us. But you would need a name for you will be my assistant to make a new type of elemental creatures. I shall call you...Mew." And the Mew jumped for joy, then set him down with some wise words. "Mew," Mewchu said, "I want you to pick some animals that are here now, and share with them the Psychic power. For I would not be able to, because I may only share each elemental power only one time for one creature or more. I trust that you can share this power, while I handle the other six elemental powers." Then he set the Mew down, on its island and it went on its way.

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Mewchu decided to start with the power of grass, so he rubbed the grass of another island's ground, and he waved his hand over the trees. A triceratops began to lose its horns, and it turned into a creature called Bulbasaur. A caterpillar lost its fuzz; it grew a little bigger; it turned green, and it got the name of Caterpie. Another caterpillar's fur only shortened; it grew a small horn; it grew a little, like the Caterpie did; it turned orange, and it became a Weedle. A rattlesnake turned purple, and grew a single yellow stripe; it became an Ekans. A rat grew small horns, turned blue, and became a Nidoran (female). And, another rat grew bigger horns, turned pink, and became a Nidoran (male). A bat's legs turned to two tails as thin as a blade of grass, its ears grew bigger, and it became a Zubat. A tiny bush sprouted out of the ground, grew eyes,and became an Oddish. A fuzzy bush grew two teeth like a vampire; it became a Venonat. A bell-shaped palm shrunk; it became a Bellsprout. A mud puddle grew into a Grimer. Six eggs bounced and said, "Exeggcute." A puff of smoke became solid, and mentioned, "Koffing." A bunch of vines gathered around another Oddish, it was Tangela. A dragonfly grew, and said, "Scyther." The rocks got a body of armor, and said, "Pinser."

Then Mewchu dipped his hand into the firey volcano of another island, pulled it out, and waved his hand over the volcano. Many animals were below. A baby tyrannosaurus got fire on its tail, and yelled, "Charrrrmander!" A fox's tail split into six. Maybe, it's now a Vulpix. A dog turned orange, and growled, "Growwwllithe!" A pony got burned, and neighed. A chunk of ash was revived and turned into a Magmar. And, a big bird flew out the volcano, it was a Moltres.

Mewchu then dipped his hand in the ocean's waters, and gave another wave over another island with a big lake in the middle. A baby turtle and a squirrel on an island joined together to make a Squirtle. A fat duck turned yellow with a headache; it became a Psyduck. A tadpole got bigger with a swirl on its belly, a Poliwag came to be. A jellyfish's arms shrunk into two. It was then a Tentacool. A Slowpoke was formed when a baby hippopotamus grew a tail. A seal turned white, and grew a horn on its head; it was Seel. A shell opened up, and stuck out a tongue, hello Shellder. A Krabby came when a crab got crowned. A seahorse started to spit oil, a fish grew a horn on its head, and starfish grew a jewel. Here were a Horsea, a Goldeen, and a Staryu. A crown from a treasure grew onto a hard-shell fish; here was a Magikarp. A rare lochness monster grew a spiked shell on its back; it became a Lapras. A fossil was revived; it was an Omanyte. Out of an arctic ice berg, an Articuno broke out.

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Meanwhile, Mew shared its Psychic power with a Psyduck, and a Slowpoke. When Mew shared it with a rat, it fell asleep, and grew into an Abra. When Mew came across the body of a dead lizard, it summoned its spirit, and shared some "Gastly" secrets with it. Later, Mew met an anteater; Mew put it to sleep, and the anteater became a Drowzee. Mew found two monkeys, with an evolution. One turned into a Mr. Mime, and the other became a Jynx. Later in the night, Mew gave birth, and the baby Mew looked different. The new Mew gave its mother a psychic attack, and thrown it up a tree. Suddenly, the new Mew grew to the size that of a man with many years, It was a Mewtwo.

Meanwhile, Mewchu found a barren island with sand and rocks. He punched it, and out of the ground came the fighting and ground type creatures: Sandshrew, Diglett, Mankey, Machop, Geodude, Onix, Cubone, Hitmonlee, Hitmonchan, Rhyhorn, and a Kabuto.

Then Mewchu summoned a thunderstorm, and lightning struck another island. The lightning hit a little mouse, and the mouse grew into a Pikachu. Metallic minerals rose out of the ground of a small area of the island, and it formed to make a Magnemite. A coconut was struck with a piece of the metallic material carrying some of the electric power; the coconut turned metallic; it became a Voltorb. A wild cat was struck, and it became an Electabuzz. And out of the thunderous clouds came a Zapdos.

And finally, Mewchu planted a transparent star in the middle of the other island. And from the star came the Colorless creatures: Pidgey, Rattata, Spearow, Clefairy, Jigglypuff, Meowth, Farfetch'd, Doduo, Lickitung, Chansey, Tauros, Eevee, Porygon, and Dratini. Before Mewchu bid farewell, he waved his hand over all seven islands, and most of the creatures evolved into more powerful creatures. And, then He shouted out, "May these creatures be helpful to the earth, and may they use their abilities wisely." Then, he said with a tear of joy, "Farewell,... Pokémon." And Mewchu flew back into the heavens.

The End.

This piece of prose was written by Chris during September of 1999, as an assignment for his twelfth grade English class, and is believed to be the earliest surviving piece of prose (though Bionic the character predates this by three years, his prose story wasn’t written until 2000). Tasked to come up with his own myth for his own mythology, Chris created an origin legend for the original 151 Pokemon. Apparently it got a solid grade (to be fair, its juvenile premise aside, this is one of Chris’s most grammatically correct works I’ve seen.) It was quickly uploaded to CWC’s Pokesite 2, where the Christorical community found it, and can be found here if you’re interested in reading it against a bright yellow backdrop. Despite the title, the story is not a history on the origin of Pokeballs, nor is it an explanation about how any specific Pokemon entered any specific Balls.

The cover, shown above, is an uncentered collage of pictures of Pokemon surrounding Chris’s name and title. I believe these pictures are from the N64 spinoff Pokemon Snap, where your job was to take photos of Pokemon in their natural habitats (this explains why they’re strangely, often poorly, framed - Chris took these himself.) From left to right, top to bottom, they are Charizard, Dragonite, two Starmies, Scyther, two Bulbasaurs, a flock of Charmanders, two Pikachus, Mew, Moltres, Zapdos, Articuno, two Dratinis, Magmar, three Jigglypuffs, Porygon, two more pictures of Mew, and one last Pikachu for the road. For some reason, those Starmies have a weird purple, yellow, and green color scheme that they never have anywhere in the game (normally they’re purple, gold, and red, and the at this point unreleased in the west shiny form is blue, red, and dark blue). Maybe Chris’s printer was running low on ink?

Chris’s first sentence seems to refer to one episode of the anime wherein Clefairys and Clefables are seen worshiping a giant Moon Stone, which in the games is what they use to evolve, and a scientist travelling with Ash and team theorizes that all Clefairy and their evolutionary relatives came on the giant Moon Stone meteorite from space. This is apparently the case for the Clefairy family (at least in the anime, the games are a bit more coy about stating whether or not they’re actually from space), as later they are shown operating spacecrafts. But never is it suggested that all Pokemon came from space at one point, especially not on the giant Moon Stone, at the time only the Clefairy family, Staryu and Starmie, and sometimes Mew had been said to be extraterrestrial in origin.

Chris invokes Zeus, the Greek thunder and sky god who also served as head god, and Maheo, the Cheyenne creator deity responsible for the earth. I imagine that these were the examples Chris’s English teacher gave him for creator gods, though Zeus really wasn’t much of a creator god so much as its current ruler (he was of the third generation of Greek gods).

Chris sets out an OC as the creator of the Pokemon universe - Mewchu. Obviously this is meant to tie in to what was at the time considered the highest of Pokemon Mew, but the -chu suffix implies some sort of close connection to the Pikachu family that’s never really expanded upon. Notably, about eight years after Chris made this, Mew’s role as top Pokemon was superseded by Arceus, who has something of a similar origin story to this Mewchu - at the beginning, Arceus was the only being in the void of nothingness, until he decided to create Dialga, thus creating time, and Palkia, thus creating space, and Giratina, thus creating antimatter. After creating the Lake Trio of Uxie, Azelf, and Mesprit, knowledge, willpower, and emotion respectively, Arceus disappeared, his job for the time completed. Notably, Mewchu’s design is never explained, so Chris’s creativity is limited to the name alone.

The elemental division in this story seems to draw solely on the elemental system of the TCG game, which uses an abridged system of types, which at the time consisted of just seven, Fire, Grass, Water, Lightning (or Electric), Fighting, Psychic, and Colorless (their term for Normal), while the reference to the Clefairy story and the Pokemon saying their names (which they don’t do in the video games or the card game) would imply that there are some anime influences in this story as well.

Apparently Mewchu did not create the earth, all he was in charge of was watching a bunch of animals that some other god created. In fact, in this story, Pokemon were created from real world animals. It is, of course, delightfully in character for Chris to have Mewchu create the 151 original species of Pokemon purely to help him do chores. These seven islands Chris mentions seem to be Chris’s inventions; it’s tempting to compare these islands to the Seven Grapefruit Islands from the Orange Islands arc of the anime but the episode that took place there had been released in Japan but not in the US so unless Chris was really paying attention to the Japanese releases of the anime it couldn’t have been an inspiration.

Mewchu’s first creation is Mew, the Pokemon considered the genetic predecessor of all other Pokemon, at least the original 151. While Mewchu is the master of all seven elements, Mew is only competent at one by Chris’s standards and is apparently only responsible for the Psychic-Type (by the standards of the TCG, which also includes the video games’s Ghost-Types) Pokemon.

The first Pokemon to be created are the Grass-Types (and Bug-Types and Poison-Types since those count as Grass-Types in the TCG), possibly referring to the first Pokemon in the Pokedex being Bulbasaur, who is the first listed here. Mewchu rubs the plant life of one of the seven islands and everything on the island begins mutating. Unlike God, Jesus, and The Bear, who tasked Adam and Eve to name the animals of the Garden of Eden, Mewchu makes the animals name themselves. Scyther is supposed to be a mantis, by the way, not a dragonfly.

To create Fire-Type Pokemon, Mewchu drenches animals in lava and sets them on fire. I guess that’s one way to make Fire-Type animals.

Another island is drowned underneath a tidal wave by Mewchu and the only survivors are those beasts that can instantly adapt (or Chris’s worded the first sentence poorly). Apparently Mewchu also caused some sort of oil spill because it says that Horsea began spitting oil (Horsea’s Pokedex entries mention it shooting ink like a squid, but ink is not oil.)

Next, Mew takes care of its singular duty, creating the Psychic- (and Ghost-) Types. Let it be known that despite the name Psyduck is in fact not Psychic-Type. After creating all the other Psychic-Types, Mew has a random baby (omitted is the sequence where Mew was on Maury trying to figure out who the father was. It was probably Slowpoke.) Said baby attacks its mother immediately after birth, and one of the two ends up getting thrown up a tree (easily this is the most confusing sentence in the piece). If we were to assume that this was Mew attempting to destroy her violent son Mewtwo, it might have been a reference to the birth of Hephaestus, who was deemed so hideous by his mother Hera that she threw him off Mount Olympus, crippling him, but this deep mythological cut is unlikely. Either way this child instantly grows into the canonically man-made Mewtwo. For whatever reason, Chris attributes all of the canonically man-made Pokemon, Mewtwo, Porygon, and the fossils revived by man Kabuto, Omanyte, and Aerodactyl to Mewchu and its little helper.

The Fighting- (and Ground- and Rock-) Types are passed over in a handwave, not even getting specific origins. It’s possible that since many of the Gen I Fighting-Types were humanoid (the Machop line, the Hitmons), Chris didn’t want to imply that any Pokemon were once humans.

In a similarly violent fashion as the Fire-Types, the Electric-Types are electrocuted to transform them into magical beings. Chris also offers an alternate take on the origins of the Voltorb - instead of being a Pokeball that somehow came to life, it was instead a coconut that came to life. Why then it sports the colors and patterns of a Pokeball is left unclear.

Lastly, Mewchu creates the Colorless (read: Normal-Type plus Dratini) Pokemon similarly to the Fighting-Types - in a long list. After giving some Pokemon a crash course on evolving, presumably finishing the complete 151, Mewchu scurried off. Whatever happened to Mewchu in the millennia afterward is left unknown. Did Mewchu create the rest of the Pokemon, the ones that didn’t exist when Chris wrote this? Did Mewchu cease to be? We’ll never know. I’d love it if Chris revisited this story this fall around its twentieth anniversary, have it be fifteen pages full of Pokemon origins. “And then, Mewchu and Mew got super high and said ‘you know what would be super cool? Flying Nazca Lines.’ and then they created Sigilyph.”

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Fic: Wednesday’s Child (17/?)

Title: Wednesday’s Child Summary: The next time Emma Swan wanted magical help, she was on her own. Because now they were stuck with a pint-sized savior who clearly had an attitude problem and a terrified but pretending not to be pre-pirate. Spoilers: If you’re current, we’re good. Rating/Warning: PG-13, mostly for safety. Family angst/fluff, as per usual. Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time and its characters were created by Eddy Kitsis and Adam Horowitz and are owned by ABC. I’m just borrowing them but I’ll put them back when I’m finished!

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Since Henry had made homemade pasta with Regina and with his grandparents enough times that it no longer fascinated him, he volunteered to keep little Neal occupied at the kitchen table and thereby out from underfoot. "At least that way you won't have a baby covered in flour by the end of the lesson," he said through a laugh.

Charming sent the boy a grateful smile. No, they wouldn't have a baby covered in flour but they probably would have two ten-year-olds who'd need a good cleaning up.

"You guys are joking, right?" Emma asked, a somewhat uncertain lilt in her voice. "It can't really be that messy, can it?"

Charming's heart caught in his chest. His little girl's hesitant tone spoke volumes about the life she'd led up until now, a life of being afraid to make waves. A life of having to keep to herself as much as she could out of self-protection and self-preservation. A life of trying to remain as unobtrusive as possible both to make good impressions on potential families and to keep the negative attention away.

He wanted so badly to reassure her that she could relax and be herself here but when Charming opened his mouth, he found he couldn't speak. This world had been so cruel to his little girl, so damaging, so brutal and all he wanted was to make it better but no sound would come.

Snow met his watery eyes with her glistening ones before giving him a tiny nod, telling him to let her handle the reassurance for now. She knelt down in front of the children and took Emma's hand in her right and Killian's in her left. "Making homemade pasta is an activity that makes a mess even when you're purposely trying not to make a mess. It's an easy enough mess to clean up, though, and we know what we're getting into so I don't want either of you to worry about it, all right?"

"All right," Killian nodded.

A little bit of the tension in Emma's shoulders eased. "Yeah, okay."

Charming's own tension relaxed as well. After sending a grateful smile Snow's way, he grabbed the eggs from the fridge and brought them over to the counter where the container of flour already lay in wait. While he got the children set up, Snow dug into the pantry to retrieve the hand-crank pasta machine. No automatic pasta makers for this lesson; the children were going to learn the old-school method of mixing the dough themselves and rolling it out and cutting it with the press.

"That's really all that's in pasta?" Killian asked with a frown at the flour and eggs on the counter.

"We'll add some water, too," Charming answered.

"It just seems like it would be more … involved."

"Nope, just these three ingredients. Sometimes getting the proper proportion of wet ingredients to dry can be a little tricky but making the dough itself is pretty easy. You two ready to start?"

The eager smile on Emma's face warmed Charming's aching heart. The little pep talk Snow had given her seemed to have worked its magic. As soon as Killian saw that Emma was okay, he nodded in agreement.

Although Snow was the teacher by trade, she had no problem letting Charming lead this lesson. Homemade pasta was his specialty, for one and for another, she'd led the baking session with the children the day before. With tender instruction, he showed the children how to portion out the flour, press their little fists into the flour mound, and crack eggs into the resulting well. "It's so cool that these eggs were in the chicken coop this morning and now we're using them to make dinner," Emma observed as she added her second egg to the well.

"Wait, where do eggs come from here if they don't come from chickens?" a perplexed Killian asked.

Charming and Snow bit back touched grins at both Killian's innocent question and Emma's patient explanation. "Oh, eggs still come from chickens here. I'm just used to buying them from the store instead of getting them right from the chicken coop."

Seeming to gather that a store was the Land Without Magic version of a market, Killian nodded in understanding. "Oh, okay."

After Charming instructed the children to add water to the eggs, he said, "All right, now it's ready to mix."

"But you didn't give us any mixing thingies," Emma pointed out.

Once again, Charming sent an amused smile to Snow over the children's heads before addressing his daughter. "On the contrary, Miss Emma, you have two 'mixing thingies' already in your possession." When Emma frowned at him, her confusion apparent, he held up his hands, palms out.

"We get to mix it with our hands?" Killian asked, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

It never failed; all children adored doing messy things with their hands. "Have at it," Charming laughed.

He showed them how to incorporate the flour into the egg and water, a process that little Emma didn't seem to care for in the slightest. "It's sticky," she said, her nose wrinkling as she held up her egg-and-flour-caked hands.

Snow stifled a laugh and helped her little girl strip the dough clumps from her fingers. "We warned you that it would be messy."

"This isn't that bad," Killian spoke up, mimicking Snow's motions to remove the dough clumps from his own hands. "If you want messy, you should try cleaning and deboning fish."

Emma wrinkled her nose in earnest. "Ugh, no thank you."

Once the children worked the dough into something that could conceivably be used to make pasta, Charming showed them how to use the hand-crank pasta machine. "These rollers flatten the dough out into sheets and these rollers cut the sheets into spaghetti. Want to try?"

Both children definitely wanted to try. Since he was not about to hand the sharp knives to two small children, Charming himself sliced chunks of dough off for them to flatten and cut. As Killian was turning the crank to cut his spaghetti, Emma reached underneath the machine to retrieve a small raw noodle that had gotten lost in the shuffle. Before either Charming or Snow could stop her, she popped it into her mouth.

Judging by the disgusted face she made as she swallowed the raw dough down, it was an action she clearly regretted. Snow coughed to muffle a laugh. "Doesn't taste how you expected it, does it?"

"Not at all," Emma huffed. "Spaghetti officially tastes much better when it's cooked. This is like, the total opposite of cookie dough."

"Then I'm definitely not trying it," Killian said with an air of finality. It was all Charming could do not to laugh out loud.

After they cut enough spaghetti to feed a small army, Charming popped the pasta in the freezer to chill until dinnertime. "The only thing left now is the cleanup."

Killian looked down at the floor and chuckled. "It looks like it snowed in here."

The boy spoke the truth. The floor surrounding the counter was covered with the white stuff. Clumps of flour shaped suspiciously like footprints made Emma lift up her foot and sure enough, the bottom of her sock was caked with it. "Ugh!" This time, though, she was fighting a giggle.

"You think that's bad?" Snow chuckled. "You two should look in a mirror."

The children glanced at each other, grinned, and as one crowded around the stainless steel toaster to check their reflections. Sure enough, they both busted out laughing at the streaks of flour running across Killian's forehead and the dusting on Emma's cheeks and nose. "All right, maybe this is as messy as cleaning fish," Killian laughingly allowed.

"So what do you think, Miss Emma?" Charming asked, smiling as he stood behind the children. "Is making pasta everything you hoped it would be?"

"It's weird and messy but it's fun."

"I'll take that as a yes."

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Homemade pasta instantly became Emma's new favorite meal. She gushed about it from the moment she popped the first bite into her mouth and insisted that she was never going to eat spaghetti from a box ever again. And when she exclaimed that they absolutely had to make all their spaghetti from scratch all the time from now on, Charming didn't think his heart could be any lighter or fuller.

Here was this lonely little girl, a little girl who'd spent ten years longing for a family, and she'd finally found somewhere she wanted to belong. This was a little girl who hadn't spent more than a few months at a time in one place since she was three years old and here she was, planning future dinners with the people in this new home.

Here she was, planning future dinners with her family.

It was all Charming could do not to leap out of his seat and wrap his little girl in the tightest hug imaginable.

After the children cleared the table, Snow and Charming shooed them into the living room. Cleaning the kitchen would go much faster without the children underfoot. As they headed out of the kitchen, Neal in Emma's arms, Killian asked Henry, "Could we play that cartoon racing game again? That was really fun and I was just starting to figure out how to make the cartoon do what I wanted it to do."

"Yeah, sure," Henry replied, swallowing a laugh at the boy's description of video games.

"Just for a little while," Snow allowed. "We'll think of another activity for all of us after the kitchen is clean and Neal is down for the night."

"All right," the children chorused in unison.

Just as Snow plunged her hands into the soapy dishwater to wash the first plate, her phone toned. "That's a text," she said to Charming. "Will you grab my phone for me and just see what it says?"

"Sure thing." Charming slung the dish towel over his shoulder and retrieved Snow's phone from the table. It was indeed a text from Regina and the second Charming read the message, his half of their shared heart skipped a beat.

We think we have it figured out. Testing phase now. Hopefully will be able to give the potion to you in the morning.

How three simple sentences could make him both so unbelievably relieved and so utterly devastated was beyond him.

"Charming? What is it?"

Only then did Charming realize that he had frozen in place. By the time he turned around, Snow was already drying her hands on another dish rag, her brow knitted in concern. He held up the phone so she could read the message and watched the conflict flicker across her face.

On the one hand, they were probably only eighteen or so hours from getting their baby girl and their son-in-law back. On the other hand, that also meant they only had another eighteen or so hours left with the children.

"How can something feel too soon and not soon enough at the same time?" Snow murmured.

In an instant and without a single word, Charming drew his wife into a strong embrace. He felt her body shudder from a restrained sob, causing tears to leap into his own eyes. "It's all right, Snow."

"Like hell it is. I want them back so badly, Charming, but I don't want to give them up. I know it doesn't make any sense but–"

"It makes perfect sense, Snow. I don't want to give them up, either, but I miss our Emma and our Killian, too. I completely understand what you mean." He pulled out of the embrace and held her at arm's length, his hands keeping a comforting grip on her shoulders. "But look at it this way: we may have only had a couple of days with them but it's a couple of days more than we should have. And in that couple of days, we've given them so much love and so much comfort and we've helped them more than we could have ever thought possible."

Sniffling back the rest of her tears, Snow nodded. "I know. It's just … hard." She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked him in the eye. "If this is the last night we have with them, we need to make this time count. We need to make sure they know beyond a doubt how loved they are."

Charming nodded in agreement, a gentle smile on his lips. "Sounds like a perfect plan."

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Chapter Eighteen

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