END RUN: She Rose Before The Sun

She rose before the sun.

All her things were packed. All her goodbye letters written. All her duckletts in a row.

And as her big white bird carried her farther and farther away from the camp, she looked back with her numb, wind chilled face, and a bitter heart.

She was leaving more than just a couple of pokemon and set of throwing knives behind. But she knew every bit of preparation, every bit of loss, was all worth it. She would be back where she belonged in less than three days at this pace.

She would be home soon.
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I plan on explaining more of this in comic form.
App (which like I said before desperately needs to be updated): [link]