VamosSid
A silent voice
Author's Note :
Hello everyone. Nice of you to stop by. Thanks for that. I started this project as an experiment, merely wanting to write something involving one of my favourite shows. I was not truly serious about it, barely gave it any attention. But of late, I have found the true joy in writing a FanFic, looking at my characters evolve as they go through life. I hope to continue and finish this one, though it may take quite some time and toil.
It is essentially a novel with Pokémon as the main characters in a world devoid of any human beings. The denizens of this world are intelligent and have a civilization and culture of their own similar to ours in a sense. I don't call them Pokémon in the story, as Pokémon calling themselves Pocket Monsters would be funny. The story has many folk tales assimilated from our own cultures. I won’t divulge any more information here, but there are journeys, trials, tribulations, pain, and friendships formed along the way. Oh and also many action packed scenes and some violence.
Please Enjoy.
P. S. Your valuable suggestions are always welcome. I would love it if you can point out any mistakes or grammatical errors I may have overlooked.
This novel is not exclusive to this forum.
(Disclaimer: This work is a non-profit fan fiction for Pokémon. I do not own Pokémon nor do I own any of the characters aside from the occasional original character that may or may not appear in this story. The property of Pokémon belongs to Game Freak, which in turn belongs to Nintendo. Please support the official works.)
Hello everyone. Nice of you to stop by. Thanks for that. I started this project as an experiment, merely wanting to write something involving one of my favourite shows. I was not truly serious about it, barely gave it any attention. But of late, I have found the true joy in writing a FanFic, looking at my characters evolve as they go through life. I hope to continue and finish this one, though it may take quite some time and toil.
It is essentially a novel with Pokémon as the main characters in a world devoid of any human beings. The denizens of this world are intelligent and have a civilization and culture of their own similar to ours in a sense. I don't call them Pokémon in the story, as Pokémon calling themselves Pocket Monsters would be funny. The story has many folk tales assimilated from our own cultures. I won’t divulge any more information here, but there are journeys, trials, tribulations, pain, and friendships formed along the way. Oh and also many action packed scenes and some violence.
Please Enjoy.
P. S. Your valuable suggestions are always welcome. I would love it if you can point out any mistakes or grammatical errors I may have overlooked.
This novel is not exclusive to this forum.
(Disclaimer: This work is a non-profit fan fiction for Pokémon. I do not own Pokémon nor do I own any of the characters aside from the occasional original character that may or may not appear in this story. The property of Pokémon belongs to Game Freak, which in turn belongs to Nintendo. Please support the official works.)
Silent Night
The moon looked scary tonight. From her position atop the tree, she could see its circular shape sailing across the polished sky which was clear and transparent identical to the surface of a black diamond. The impish clouds were playing truant again or they might have been carried away by a wilful wind on the way to its winter abode above the mountains. She had never liked the moon; its presence always instilled a dreadful fear in her. But tonight she was exceptionally frightened.
Fretfully shifting her gaze away from the sky, she directed it towards the valley; straining her eyes to get a better view of the landscape and maybe get an estimate of her pursuers' location. A deathly haunting stillness presided over the vale, which got augmented by the moon's eerie glow bouncing off the surface of the earth and painting everything it touched in a ghastly silver colour. The bare branches of the trees gleamed like the limbs of countless ethereal beings in its light, waiting in ambush for travellers.
Visibility was poor since the night air was heavy with a grey fog and although it was a full moon, nothing could be seen past a minimal distance. After much effort, all she could make out was the dim shape of a forest towards the southern horizon. Feeling disappointed at not being able to track anything more, she carefully climbed down the tree using the vines growing on its trunk. However, she could somehow barely sense her destination to be beyond that forest and thus decided to start moving in that direction.
The silent night soon resonated with the sound of rustling leaves disturbed by her petite figure dashing through the foliage, sometimes evading the moonlight by reflex. She avoided looking up at the sky, constantly fixating her gaze on the ground below or the path ahead. As she ran, momentary fragments of memories from her childhood flashed through her mind. She was quite mischievous during those days, whining and throwing tantrums often, essentially a spoiled brat. Every night before going to bed, it was customary for her to pester her mother for stories. Her mother being the kind soul she was, used to give in most of the times and narrate to her fables of mighty champions, wise sages and of savage demons that lurked in the night. Many of these stories involved the moon; legends of heroes rescuing damsels with its help, jealous princesses trying to steal its beauty and poets going mad in search of words to describe its magnificence. Yet those tales of its chivalry, compassion and wisdom could by no means erase her hatred towards the moon. Whenever she was in its vicinity, she felt a bizarre nervous sensation each time. Maybe for her, in her mind, it would forever be a grim glob of debauchery and desire. Foreboding and spreading gloom wherever it's sinister light fell upon.
Though she knew it was not the time to be reminiscing old fantasies. She had to focus all of her conscience on only one thing at that moment. She had to run. Run as fast as her legs could take her.
She was now sprinting through a vast grassland, with grass growing taller than her shoulders. This made her movement slower than before. Long hours of exertion had taken its toll on both her physique and psyche; she felt like her feet were tied to two massive boulders. Maybe her will was the only reason she could carry herself that far. Or was it the hope of survival. Tearing through the tall grass, she dashed; their long and sharp edges slicing mercilessly into her delicate skin akin to a million hungry daggers. She was wearing a ritual garb consisting of a white robe with long sleeves, tied around the belly with a floral red belt and pants also red in colour. Nevertheless, these clothes provided little to no resistance against the cruel sharpness of the grass; they ripped and slashed through her attire as if it was butter. Blood seeped from her wounds into her robe, dyeing it with the same colour as her pants. But she understood it would be too dangerous for her to stop and heal herself at that point in time. Her weary yet tenacious mind had already decided that she could rest all she wanted when she had evaded her pursuers. Except there was a tiny realization faintly knocking at her heart, which she chose to ignore. Her body was nearly at its limit and she might shortly succumb to the unbearable pain from the cuts and gashes and the numbness in her feeble legs.
Before long, the grassland opened into a small path with huge trees on either side that led into a shadowy ominous forest. This was the one that she had seen earlier. Trees as tall as mountains stood before her, their girth so big that someone could build a house inside their trunks. Their dark green leaves got entwined together into a mesh over their lofty peaks, creating a thick canopy through which neither light nor rainwater could pass. Hence, the ground below was murky and damp, shrouded in a veil of shadows.
Analyzing the situation for a moment, she thought if she moved through the trees instead of following the path then she might be able to lose her chasers. It was a reasonable strategy, the trees would block the field of vision of anyone pursuing her and their thick trunks will protect her from any direct attacks from behind. In addition to that, the night's shadows will conceal her form well. From time to time, she just had to check on the path and she could get out. Yet there was a dim awareness in her heart that such a method will not confuse the hounds of hell that were chasing her, known for their superior smelling ability. Even so, if there was a slight chance of success, she had to seize it.
Straying from her previous course, she advanced through the tall trees keeping but a small distance from the trail. Wherever the eyes could follow, she could only see a darkness more than the night, pulling her into an unknown abyss. But her kind was endowed with two small red scales growing out of their head, which gave them enhanced psychic abilities. Owing to these, she had extremely good sensory perceptions which enabled her to comprehend the arrangement of the trees, allowing her to dart quickly between them.
Soon she came upon a dense thicket of shrubs growing out of the mushy surface. Well enough for hiding her for a while, she presumed. Sitting down, her eyes inspected her figure, looking for damage. There were cuts all over; blood flowed from wounds on her fragile arms and shoulders. Her legs were at a limit too, fatigue from all the running had made them blue and swollen. But then again her kind was not made for physical exertion; they were creatures of intellect and spirituality rather than bulk.
After pondering for a minute, she decided that she should at least try and heal her injuries a little. If she lost more blood, then she might lose consciousness and even die. Her energy was very low, so a way of stopping the blood should be enough for now. As to the numbness in her limbs she wondered if she could manage to treat it. Casting such a spell required time and hence there was a risk of getting caught. But she knew she had to take that risk.
Stepping inside a small closure in the thicket, she sat on the ground with her legs crossed and brought her hands together. Then she clapped her palms whilst she closed her eyes. Next, she started concentrating her psyche on the tip of the fingers and silently started incanting an ancient spell. A weak pinkish glow started to form around her slight frame, which increased in luminosity slowly and slowly. In a little while after, the pinkish glow was its maximum intensity, chasing away the gloom around her and making her small figure shine similar to a candle. After that, she pulled her palms a little away from each other and the pink aura started to move towards her hands. It began accumulating inside the small gap between her palms, forming a small ball of light.
Suddenly she opened her eyes, which had lost their original white colour and were now encased in a pink brilliance. With a swift motion, she opened her arms wide and whispered,
“Heal Pulse”
The orb of light burst out resembling a glass sphere flung into a rock, splintering into myriads of tiny particles and releasing waves of pink light energy which expanded outward. A warm soothing feeling rushed across her physique as her wounds began to close and her legs felt better. Almost immediately the pink light faded the same way it was conceived, plunging the whole area into darkness, the way it was before.
Much relaxed, she stood up, to continue her journey forward. Moving out of the thicket, she stretched a little and prepared to sprint ahead. All of a sudden, when she looked up, she noticed hundreds of stars above her head. It was surprising since they were not there earlier since the trees did not allow light to seep through. However, what she observed afterwards rooted her to the spot with a cold chill racing down her spine. The stars were gradually getting larger and larger, evolving into balls of fire, menacing enough to engulf everything in its path in flames of hell. Mustering all courage, she dashed away in the direction opposite to her current location. But in her heart, she realized perhaps it was too late. With a noise like a roaring tsunami, the fireballs hit the forest surface, shaking the ground underneath, exploding on contact. The shockwave was so powerful that it lifted her body up into the air and tossed it into a nearby rock.
Some time passed before she recovered from the concussion, her ears ringing and a pain akin to being stepped on surging through her form. She found it harder to breathe; little droplets of blood came out each time she exhaled. The whole area was now illuminated with a reddish glow, the shadows receding away and the flames trying to eat up the vegetation and the unsuspecting fauna under it. She understood she had to move quickly into the dark. With great effort, she managed to stand up with a groan and focusing all remaining power on her legs, propelled herself forward at breakneck speed. She did not have the courage to look back, but she could clearly hear the blood-curdling growls of her pursuers. Now that she was healed, she could move at a much faster rate, zigzagging amongst the trees. Suddenly without warning, a tree in front her was hit by a huge fireball and fell down making a sound similar to the battle cries of thousands of soldiers. She swiftly prevented herself from rushing into the blaze that ensued, though it had blocked her only way of escape. Soon it felt like she was surrounded by hundreds of beasts; she could perceive the soft steps made by their feet as they trotted towards her.
In no time terrifying figures came into view, their eyes burning with fires of inferno and fumes discharged from their nostrils and mouth, whilst they howled their war-cries, “Houndoom”. Most of their horrifying visages' could not be seen, for they were the terrors of the night, their bodies painted by the maker in black shades of despair, their shapes blending perfectly into the night.
Steadily, the beasts walked towards her, their flaming jaws eager to bury into her tender flesh. She understood that trying to flee was futile; she was barricaded from all sides and the beasts could kill her anytime they wanted. Almost fainting, she sank down on the cold ground on her knees, losing all hope and almost ready to accept her imminent death. Her face had become white similar to a sheet losing its colour while her eyes gazed restlessly onto the earth as if trying to pierce its rocky surface.
Moments which seemed like eons passed while she lay there, listening to the beasts' breathing and steps, encircling her; trying to decide who gets to kill her and in what manner. Memories flooded across her mind, of her village, her home, her mother and her mission. A warm tear or two rolled down her cheeks; she felt so helpless, wishing there was someone who would come and rescue her. The journey till then had been terrible, so horrific that she didn't want to remember parts of it. Yet she had tried in all her capacity, to fulfil the quest that was assigned to her, dragging her catatonic body through hell. Unexpectedly, a sudden feeling of anger engrossed her. Why a frail being like her was entrusted a dangerous mission such as that. Why everyone in her village was depending on her. Why she had to die a premature death in such a desolate place.
She was shaking violently now; her hands tightly rolled into fists. Surprisingly enough, an old and ancient spell taught by her mother when she was still a child, flickered across her brain. It was a trick that could not be done unless one had a pure and distinct mindset; she had given up after a few futile attempts. Her mother was furious at first; reminding her that it would come in handy someday and she had to learn it anyhow. She practiced it in secret for a while after that, not wanting to incur the wrath of her mother. Then one day, her mother saw her practicing hard and explained to her why it was so important for her people. Though she could not understand the words she had heard that day, she was able to perform a very weak version of the spell.
If only she could execute it then she might be able to flee. But owing to the situation she was in, she questioned herself about the probability of success. In addition to that, she had never tried it after that one time. Nonetheless, she had to try; dodge reality and ascend to live another day. The hounds were getting closer and closer, from time to time howling a cry of victory. She bit her lower lip to steel her nerves.
Gathering whatever energy, she felt was left in her; she stood up once again and closed her eyes. Exhaustion showed quite clearly on her face, veins popping out on her forehead and she was breathing erratically. She started chanting that ancient spell. This time, she placed her right hand in front of her head and left hand near her abdomen, with palms facing outside and fingers stretched on both hands. A white halo began to form around her, spiralling with a humming noise. The hunters realized that something was wrong and started prancing towards her. All of sudden, she opened her eyes and speedily traced a circle with her hands, moving them in clockwise direction and bringing them near her chest, interlocking the fingers and crying,
“Teleport”
The halo exploded, a torrent of white luminescence flooded the area, blinding her opponents. When the light was gone, she found herself on top of a small hillock overlooking the forest she was in. With no power left in her body, she fell down face up.
The moon still glowed ominously, its revolting countenance giving an impression of a savage beast out on a hunt. But it did not scare her anymore. She had escaped certain death and a feeling of satisfaction replaced her fear. With a weak smile on her wry lips, she fell into a deep dreamless stupor.
The night returned to its silent appearance again.
Fretfully shifting her gaze away from the sky, she directed it towards the valley; straining her eyes to get a better view of the landscape and maybe get an estimate of her pursuers' location. A deathly haunting stillness presided over the vale, which got augmented by the moon's eerie glow bouncing off the surface of the earth and painting everything it touched in a ghastly silver colour. The bare branches of the trees gleamed like the limbs of countless ethereal beings in its light, waiting in ambush for travellers.
Visibility was poor since the night air was heavy with a grey fog and although it was a full moon, nothing could be seen past a minimal distance. After much effort, all she could make out was the dim shape of a forest towards the southern horizon. Feeling disappointed at not being able to track anything more, she carefully climbed down the tree using the vines growing on its trunk. However, she could somehow barely sense her destination to be beyond that forest and thus decided to start moving in that direction.
The silent night soon resonated with the sound of rustling leaves disturbed by her petite figure dashing through the foliage, sometimes evading the moonlight by reflex. She avoided looking up at the sky, constantly fixating her gaze on the ground below or the path ahead. As she ran, momentary fragments of memories from her childhood flashed through her mind. She was quite mischievous during those days, whining and throwing tantrums often, essentially a spoiled brat. Every night before going to bed, it was customary for her to pester her mother for stories. Her mother being the kind soul she was, used to give in most of the times and narrate to her fables of mighty champions, wise sages and of savage demons that lurked in the night. Many of these stories involved the moon; legends of heroes rescuing damsels with its help, jealous princesses trying to steal its beauty and poets going mad in search of words to describe its magnificence. Yet those tales of its chivalry, compassion and wisdom could by no means erase her hatred towards the moon. Whenever she was in its vicinity, she felt a bizarre nervous sensation each time. Maybe for her, in her mind, it would forever be a grim glob of debauchery and desire. Foreboding and spreading gloom wherever it's sinister light fell upon.
Though she knew it was not the time to be reminiscing old fantasies. She had to focus all of her conscience on only one thing at that moment. She had to run. Run as fast as her legs could take her.
She was now sprinting through a vast grassland, with grass growing taller than her shoulders. This made her movement slower than before. Long hours of exertion had taken its toll on both her physique and psyche; she felt like her feet were tied to two massive boulders. Maybe her will was the only reason she could carry herself that far. Or was it the hope of survival. Tearing through the tall grass, she dashed; their long and sharp edges slicing mercilessly into her delicate skin akin to a million hungry daggers. She was wearing a ritual garb consisting of a white robe with long sleeves, tied around the belly with a floral red belt and pants also red in colour. Nevertheless, these clothes provided little to no resistance against the cruel sharpness of the grass; they ripped and slashed through her attire as if it was butter. Blood seeped from her wounds into her robe, dyeing it with the same colour as her pants. But she understood it would be too dangerous for her to stop and heal herself at that point in time. Her weary yet tenacious mind had already decided that she could rest all she wanted when she had evaded her pursuers. Except there was a tiny realization faintly knocking at her heart, which she chose to ignore. Her body was nearly at its limit and she might shortly succumb to the unbearable pain from the cuts and gashes and the numbness in her feeble legs.
Before long, the grassland opened into a small path with huge trees on either side that led into a shadowy ominous forest. This was the one that she had seen earlier. Trees as tall as mountains stood before her, their girth so big that someone could build a house inside their trunks. Their dark green leaves got entwined together into a mesh over their lofty peaks, creating a thick canopy through which neither light nor rainwater could pass. Hence, the ground below was murky and damp, shrouded in a veil of shadows.
Analyzing the situation for a moment, she thought if she moved through the trees instead of following the path then she might be able to lose her chasers. It was a reasonable strategy, the trees would block the field of vision of anyone pursuing her and their thick trunks will protect her from any direct attacks from behind. In addition to that, the night's shadows will conceal her form well. From time to time, she just had to check on the path and she could get out. Yet there was a dim awareness in her heart that such a method will not confuse the hounds of hell that were chasing her, known for their superior smelling ability. Even so, if there was a slight chance of success, she had to seize it.
Straying from her previous course, she advanced through the tall trees keeping but a small distance from the trail. Wherever the eyes could follow, she could only see a darkness more than the night, pulling her into an unknown abyss. But her kind was endowed with two small red scales growing out of their head, which gave them enhanced psychic abilities. Owing to these, she had extremely good sensory perceptions which enabled her to comprehend the arrangement of the trees, allowing her to dart quickly between them.
Soon she came upon a dense thicket of shrubs growing out of the mushy surface. Well enough for hiding her for a while, she presumed. Sitting down, her eyes inspected her figure, looking for damage. There were cuts all over; blood flowed from wounds on her fragile arms and shoulders. Her legs were at a limit too, fatigue from all the running had made them blue and swollen. But then again her kind was not made for physical exertion; they were creatures of intellect and spirituality rather than bulk.
After pondering for a minute, she decided that she should at least try and heal her injuries a little. If she lost more blood, then she might lose consciousness and even die. Her energy was very low, so a way of stopping the blood should be enough for now. As to the numbness in her limbs she wondered if she could manage to treat it. Casting such a spell required time and hence there was a risk of getting caught. But she knew she had to take that risk.
Stepping inside a small closure in the thicket, she sat on the ground with her legs crossed and brought her hands together. Then she clapped her palms whilst she closed her eyes. Next, she started concentrating her psyche on the tip of the fingers and silently started incanting an ancient spell. A weak pinkish glow started to form around her slight frame, which increased in luminosity slowly and slowly. In a little while after, the pinkish glow was its maximum intensity, chasing away the gloom around her and making her small figure shine similar to a candle. After that, she pulled her palms a little away from each other and the pink aura started to move towards her hands. It began accumulating inside the small gap between her palms, forming a small ball of light.
Suddenly she opened her eyes, which had lost their original white colour and were now encased in a pink brilliance. With a swift motion, she opened her arms wide and whispered,
“Heal Pulse”
The orb of light burst out resembling a glass sphere flung into a rock, splintering into myriads of tiny particles and releasing waves of pink light energy which expanded outward. A warm soothing feeling rushed across her physique as her wounds began to close and her legs felt better. Almost immediately the pink light faded the same way it was conceived, plunging the whole area into darkness, the way it was before.
Much relaxed, she stood up, to continue her journey forward. Moving out of the thicket, she stretched a little and prepared to sprint ahead. All of a sudden, when she looked up, she noticed hundreds of stars above her head. It was surprising since they were not there earlier since the trees did not allow light to seep through. However, what she observed afterwards rooted her to the spot with a cold chill racing down her spine. The stars were gradually getting larger and larger, evolving into balls of fire, menacing enough to engulf everything in its path in flames of hell. Mustering all courage, she dashed away in the direction opposite to her current location. But in her heart, she realized perhaps it was too late. With a noise like a roaring tsunami, the fireballs hit the forest surface, shaking the ground underneath, exploding on contact. The shockwave was so powerful that it lifted her body up into the air and tossed it into a nearby rock.
Some time passed before she recovered from the concussion, her ears ringing and a pain akin to being stepped on surging through her form. She found it harder to breathe; little droplets of blood came out each time she exhaled. The whole area was now illuminated with a reddish glow, the shadows receding away and the flames trying to eat up the vegetation and the unsuspecting fauna under it. She understood she had to move quickly into the dark. With great effort, she managed to stand up with a groan and focusing all remaining power on her legs, propelled herself forward at breakneck speed. She did not have the courage to look back, but she could clearly hear the blood-curdling growls of her pursuers. Now that she was healed, she could move at a much faster rate, zigzagging amongst the trees. Suddenly without warning, a tree in front her was hit by a huge fireball and fell down making a sound similar to the battle cries of thousands of soldiers. She swiftly prevented herself from rushing into the blaze that ensued, though it had blocked her only way of escape. Soon it felt like she was surrounded by hundreds of beasts; she could perceive the soft steps made by their feet as they trotted towards her.
In no time terrifying figures came into view, their eyes burning with fires of inferno and fumes discharged from their nostrils and mouth, whilst they howled their war-cries, “Houndoom”. Most of their horrifying visages' could not be seen, for they were the terrors of the night, their bodies painted by the maker in black shades of despair, their shapes blending perfectly into the night.
Steadily, the beasts walked towards her, their flaming jaws eager to bury into her tender flesh. She understood that trying to flee was futile; she was barricaded from all sides and the beasts could kill her anytime they wanted. Almost fainting, she sank down on the cold ground on her knees, losing all hope and almost ready to accept her imminent death. Her face had become white similar to a sheet losing its colour while her eyes gazed restlessly onto the earth as if trying to pierce its rocky surface.
Moments which seemed like eons passed while she lay there, listening to the beasts' breathing and steps, encircling her; trying to decide who gets to kill her and in what manner. Memories flooded across her mind, of her village, her home, her mother and her mission. A warm tear or two rolled down her cheeks; she felt so helpless, wishing there was someone who would come and rescue her. The journey till then had been terrible, so horrific that she didn't want to remember parts of it. Yet she had tried in all her capacity, to fulfil the quest that was assigned to her, dragging her catatonic body through hell. Unexpectedly, a sudden feeling of anger engrossed her. Why a frail being like her was entrusted a dangerous mission such as that. Why everyone in her village was depending on her. Why she had to die a premature death in such a desolate place.
She was shaking violently now; her hands tightly rolled into fists. Surprisingly enough, an old and ancient spell taught by her mother when she was still a child, flickered across her brain. It was a trick that could not be done unless one had a pure and distinct mindset; she had given up after a few futile attempts. Her mother was furious at first; reminding her that it would come in handy someday and she had to learn it anyhow. She practiced it in secret for a while after that, not wanting to incur the wrath of her mother. Then one day, her mother saw her practicing hard and explained to her why it was so important for her people. Though she could not understand the words she had heard that day, she was able to perform a very weak version of the spell.
If only she could execute it then she might be able to flee. But owing to the situation she was in, she questioned herself about the probability of success. In addition to that, she had never tried it after that one time. Nonetheless, she had to try; dodge reality and ascend to live another day. The hounds were getting closer and closer, from time to time howling a cry of victory. She bit her lower lip to steel her nerves.
Gathering whatever energy, she felt was left in her; she stood up once again and closed her eyes. Exhaustion showed quite clearly on her face, veins popping out on her forehead and she was breathing erratically. She started chanting that ancient spell. This time, she placed her right hand in front of her head and left hand near her abdomen, with palms facing outside and fingers stretched on both hands. A white halo began to form around her, spiralling with a humming noise. The hunters realized that something was wrong and started prancing towards her. All of sudden, she opened her eyes and speedily traced a circle with her hands, moving them in clockwise direction and bringing them near her chest, interlocking the fingers and crying,
“Teleport”
The halo exploded, a torrent of white luminescence flooded the area, blinding her opponents. When the light was gone, she found herself on top of a small hillock overlooking the forest she was in. With no power left in her body, she fell down face up.
The moon still glowed ominously, its revolting countenance giving an impression of a savage beast out on a hunt. But it did not scare her anymore. She had escaped certain death and a feeling of satisfaction replaced her fear. With a weak smile on her wry lips, she fell into a deep dreamless stupor.
The night returned to its silent appearance again.
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