Black was soaring the skies of Unova on his Tranquill. He felt alive in the sky. It was peaceful and wonderful. Each experience is different because the clouds, weather, and temperature make it a unique experience. Today was a bright day, with a multitude of cloud, each with a different shape. "Higher, Tranquill!" Black shouted over the sound of the wind. Tranquill obeyed, going higher until they barely were below the cloud line. Black trapped some in a bottle. "This would be a cool gift for Mom." thought Black. "Or White." He blushed at the thought of his childhood crush. He shook the thought out of his head. He needed to concentrate on flying, or he would fall off and die. He grabbed a second bottle of cloud. "One for each of them." At that moment, he saw a dust cloud in Pinwheel Forest. Black patted Tranquill, and he dove down closer. Suddenly, a cry of help came from the area where the dust cloud formed. "HELP!" "Tranquill!" Black shouted, and the Pokemon dove toward the sound of help.

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