Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140416200630/@comment-4681758-20140528232114

As Ciarán walked off with Wolfe, he sighed for a moment.

"You know Wolfe, I used to think the same thing.  I mean, what kind of a god would force an 8 year-old boy to sit in a puddle of his parent's blood, all because of some punk with a gun?!", he said as his expression darkened for a moment.

"But," he said as he composed himself, "When I was living in the Ilex Forest, I saw... I don't know how to put it.  Like, if there was a forest fire, in its wake, the Pokémon would protect the new saplings so it wouldn't happen again.  The lesson I took from it anyway, is that sometimes, there needs to be a catalyst to inspire something in people, to create good in the world.  Maybe I was meant to be there that night, to see what happened to them.  To make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else..."