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The Comic that relates to Chapter 4 of Legends of Mysticfell series (https://inkbunny.net/s/3408996). Coco awakens after his room to being in the middle of Bushy Fields. As he ponders what his dream was about he is met by a sneak attack from his best friend and mate Destiny. As usual the pair get in an intense play.
Like all good playfights, they are never over until their over...
This is a snippit of the beginning of the chapter after Coco awakens and tries to think of the meaning of his dream. If you would like to read more the rest of the chapter can be found here. https://inkbunny.net/s/3408996
Coco's eyes fluttered open, the world around him a blur of muted colors. He blinked slowly, trying to shake off the fog of sleep that clung to him like a heavy blanket. With a soft groan, he pushed himself up onto his haunches, his muscles protesting as if he'd run for miles in his sleep.
The Eevee's green eyes scanned his surroundings, taking in the familiar sight of Bushy Fields. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grass, painting the world in warm hues of gold and orange. Bushy fields was a just outside of the village of Foxglades. The field was full of tall golden grass and wild flowers. Coco loved the place since it was his and Destiny's little escape from the hustle and slow bustle of their sleepy village. But he didn't find much peace in looking at it right now. Coco frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. How long had he been asleep?
The last thing he remembered was traveling through a forest, but where exactly was it? Moon Crest? Yeah, that had to be it. Coco recalled walking through the ancient forest, bathed in an ethereal blue moonlight that cast long, eerie shadows across the forest floor. But when was the last time there had been a blue moon? This was frustrating; remembering dreams always seemed to be a challenge for him. Yet, why didn't this feel like a typical dream? It felt more like a scattered memory, fragmented and elusive, sitting just at the edge of his consciousness. The pieces were there, tantalizingly close, begging to be put together like a complex puzzle. Coco furrowed his brow, trying to grasp the fleeting images and sensations that danced just out of reach. The more he concentrated, the more real it felt, as if he could almost smell the crisp night air and feel the soft earth beneath his paws. But still, the full picture remained maddeningly out of focus.
As he tried to piece together his scattered thoughts, fragments of a dream danced at the edges of his mind. The images felt so vivid, so real, they seemed to pulse with life behind his eyelids. Running through the forest, discovering strange magical things. It all felt so real to him. But there had to be more that he was missing. Something just had of his reach, he had to think harder.
Coco shook his head vigorously, his soft brown ears flopping with the motion, as if trying to dislodge persistent memories. He remembered walking through the forest with startling clarity, the feeling of the cool, damp ground under his paws, the earthy scent of moss and decaying leaves filling his nostrils. He thought of the cool breeze rustling through his fur, carrying with it the complex aroma of the forest - a mixture of pine, wildflowers, and something indescribably ancient. It felt so real, far more tangible and detailed than what a dream should be.
And that spring, shimmering under the ethereal glow of the blue moonlight - it seemed to call to him even now. Was that truly just a figment of his imagination? Coco's brow furrowed deeper as he struggled to recall. And that Celebi, what was her name? Trisk...Trick...The name danced just out of reach, teasing him. No, it couldn't have been real, he told himself firmly. He'd never ventured far from the safety and comfort of Foxglades, and he certainly hadn't encountered any pink Celebi. Such a meeting would have been impossible to forget. He was a good Eevee, staying put in his village like he was supposed to, wasn't he? Yet a small voice in the back of his mind whispered that perhaps there was more to this "dream" than he was willing to admit.
~ Remember… ~
"If you're truly the chosen one..." Coco whispers to himself.
Was that what she said? Those words. Were they a warning? An omen? A prophecy? Coco's mind raced, trying to make sense of the fragmented memory. The pink Celebi's voice echoed in his thoughts, both familiar and alien. He felt a shiver run down his spine, his fur standing on end. The weight of those words pressed upon him, heavy with implications he couldn't fully grasp. Chosen for what? By whom? The questions swirled in his head, a dizzying maelstrom of uncertainty and possibility. Coco found himself both drawn to and terrified by the idea, his natural curiosity warring with a newfound sense of curiosity.