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This is just a story I came up with a short time ago, and it had potential so I started writing it. This isn't the only chapter, there are more to come but this is all I have for now. When I get more chapters up I'll remove this note and put in links/directory to the rest of the story. Future chapters will also be MUCH longer, this is only a prologue of sorts. ;)

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"'Just find a suitable host,' easier said than done." In a small nameless forest, a tiny Phantump quivered, accompanied by a Chandelure. Its voice was similar that of a small girl, and sounded like the softly-played keys of a xylophone.

"You'll be fine," came the flute-like voice of the Chandelure. "Although I'm afraid that we won't be able to find you a human form. You'll have to settle for a Pokemon body this time around. Human mind and soul are too strong to succumb to this method, they are the strategists of this world. Pokemon tend to be strongest at the heart. And the heart is easily changed."

"Who's there?!" A young, distinctly male voice cried out. It shook, like a child that was afraid of the dark.

Neither ghost Pokemon made a move, for they saw who the cry belonged to. A Sneasel, who looked like he had been crying. He took no notice of the ghost Pokemon, and gave a final glance at something on the ground before quickly dashing away.

The Chandelure glided to where the Sneasel had been standing, and motioned for the Phantump to follow. It hovered around what the Sneasel had been crying about: a dead body, belonging to that of another Sneasel.

"Poor thing, looks like it died in a fight," said the chandelier Pokemon in its singsong voice. It hovered lower. "So recently, too. This could be just what we need. If you possess its body, the body should come back to life for you for a small window of time, long enough for me to use Pain Split to take away enough wounds that you should be able to live. Mistress told me of this happening once before to a dead Pokemon, and the ghost that possessed it was able to live a second life, or so it was said. We have to hurry though, it won't work if the body has been dead for too long a time."

The Phantump nodded. "I'm ready," she said. She floated close to the dead Sneasel, and began to possess it, letting herself absorb into the Pokemon's body and take over its functions. Suddenly the Sneasel's eyes jerked open and it gasped in pain as it was once more brought to the land of the living, although not with the same mind as before.

Oh, but the pain. It was like a thousand hungry knives digging into her flesh. It was swimming in burning acid, unable to breathe. It was a deep, pulsing, searing. Familiar. I don't want to die again just make it stop just make it stop-

The Phantump within was about to release her hold on the Sneasel's body when suddenly it started hurting less. The agonizing pain began to subside into a dull throb. She let out a deep sigh of relief while the Chandelure hovering above her winced.

"All we have to do now is cast the seal Mistress gave me. I can only trust that everything else will fall into place, or you know what will happen," the Chandelure spoke, barely above a musical whisper. The Phantump-now-Sneasel nodded, and the Chandelure reached one of its metal limbs out to touch her forehead. There was an odd sensation, like a wave of water washing through her head, and then the rest of her body, and then everything turned to black.

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