View Full Version : The Chronicles of the Ocean
Banner by Yami Zidane
Book I : Land of the Past
Middle of the ocean, 6:30 P.M.
"Just a few strokes more. I will reach the bottom, I know I will."
I had my tri-spiked spear in my right hand, ready to stab the target with it. I pulled the spear back a bit and threw it quickly towards the bottom of the sea. It hit the sand with an outstanding speed, but apparently it lacked accuracy, for it was meant to hit the soft, red, plastic box instead of the sand next to it.
"Oh, man! Not again! How hard is it to aim at the box!" I thought and made my way quickly up to the surface since I was starting to loose my breath. I'd been underwater for a while. Although my lungs were trained to handle the pressure of the underwater, I was not inhuman, I had to breath sometimes. My arms were aching because of the swimming, I had swam about 3 miles to reach the very place that the box was at.
Right when I got at the surface, a huge wave splashed at me, introducing the taste of salty water to my mouth again. I spat the water out for a while for it tasted disgusting. After the taste was fully gone, I started swimming for the nearest shore because I was so tired of today's training, the agony of the son of the Great Diver himself.
Now, my name is Joel. I was named after my grandfather who was also named Joel, and my father is named Joel as well. So that basically makes me Joel III. I know that's a bit awkward nowadays to be called Joel III. I can't recall my last name, I've been always been called by the name of Joel or Joel III. But I do remember that the name had something to do with heavy rainfalls.
Now, you would run screaming if you ever saw me after I come from my training. My long, blond hair would be stiff from the salty ocean water, my tanned hands would be scarred and you'd see bruises all over my average size feet. My blue eyes would be sleepy-looking and my pretty-boy face would be ruined. Don't bump into me when I look like that.
I was born here, raised here, thought how to battle here and told how to dive. Pacifidlog Town is my home. The beaches of the city stretch long cutting the ocean into halves. The town stands on Corsola, as some may already know. The climate here is mild, perfect for living outdoors and great for swimming. The water temperature isn't too cold, so swimming is more of a pleasure than a must. I live in a cottage with my family. The cottage is located in the South-West corner of the town.
At the moment, I'm in training because I will swim one day to Mossdeep City, all on my own, but it will require help from the Great Diver, my father. He has already made me a skilled swimmer and strategical battler. But my diving lessons just don't pay off. I need to focus more on the bottom than the surface.
Since I live in a place surrounded by water, you can propably guess what types of Pokemon I use, or I'd like to use. Yes, correct, the water and ice types. That's why my father caught me Spheal from the Shoal Cave, North from Mossdeep City. He said it was actually hard to catch because it's relatives, Walreins, would do anything to save it. I know my geography well too which is important since I need to know the way to Mossdeep City so that I won't get lost.
Also, I own a Swinub which was my first pokemon, I caught him on a trip to Johto with my family. The poor Swinub was just asking for trouble from my father. So my father battled it and I threw the ball at it. Nobody messes around with my father, for he is the Great Diver of Pacifidlog Town.
LOST MY PEARLS
A random shore at the oceanic scenery, 8:05 P.M.
As I said, I swam for the shore as tired as I was because I felt that all the possible places in my body ached. I fell on the shore, tired and weak. Easy pray. I lay there with my arms streched out. I closed my eyes and began to fall into the world of dreams. I laid there for minutes, maybe hours, still tired of the training.
I woke up. It was already darkening and i couldn't see the horizon anymore. Father always told me to look at the horizon to tell the time. So my wild guess of the time was about 8 or 9 P.M. I started walking slowly on the beach. I concentrated on my feet, so that I wouldn't trip and get hurt. I was already hurt enough for today.
Suddenly, I felt a cold, hard and slimy figure at my toes. First I thought it was only seaweed, but then I opened my eyes and saw a Clamperl trying to pinch my foot.
"Hey, let go, you little..." I stopped.
I noticed that the little Clamperl was not on her own, an enormous Huntail was swimming back and forth in the shallow water near the shore. With those huge, pointed teeth and that long tail, I thought it would be for my own good to leave right away. Clamperl apparently didn't want me to leave because it clamped my feet and I tripped on the wet sand. That angered me for my body had just dried.
"Now, I've had it with you! Either you go back to the water with your Huntail or you take a quick match with me!" I shouted at the Clamperl like it would understand my speech.
The Clamperl kept his grip on my feet. And I was left with only one option. To fight.
"Go Swinub!" I screamed because the Clamperl was now pinching painfully and my feet were already aching from the swimming.
A white light came out of my Pokeball and appeared in the form of a Swinub. My Swinub took his battle position and curled up as a ball.
"Charge at that Clamperl with a full-power Take Down!" I told Swinub.
Clamperl did what it had to do and protected itself by retreing back to it's shell and the Take Down caused no damage to the shell.
Clamperl was now ready for a fight, it started out with a Clamp attack. Swinub countered it with a fully charged Tackle which hit the Clamperl hard.
"Swinub, use Blizzard!" I shouted.
A furious blizzard started raging at the beach, which was not at Pacifidlog Town, Joel was lost now. Clamperl got hit by the raging blizzard and dived back to the water. I was astounded that it had escaped, so was my Swinub for it was just starting to have fun with the battle.
Just when I was about to leave the shore, refreshed and recovered, I heard a huge splash from the water and the Clamperl had used Dive attack to refresh itself in the warm water and now it pounded itself against Swinub. Clamperl took a good grip from Swinub who was fighting the pain.
"Swinub, shake that thing off! And use your Powder Snow attack!" I told Swinub. But Clamperl wouldn't let go. So I told Swinub to Endure the clamping for as long as the Clamperl managed to do them.
Swinub started losing it's focus because the Clamperl had a very firm grip from Swinub's back. All of a sudden, Clamperl let go of Swinub and Protected itself.
"Why on Earth did it do that?" I wondered. "Now, Swinub, attack it with Powder Snow attack!"
Swinub charged at the Clamperl with a furious rampage, jumped about 3 feet in the air and let out a freezing fall of snow. The snowy wind hit Clamperl, but caused no harm because Clamperl had protected itself. And now, the Clamperl countered the attack with a Water Gun. Water Gun splashed against the weak body of Swinub and made Swinub to give up. Swinub fell on the wet sand of the foreign shore.
"Come back to your Pokeball, Swinub", I said. "Enough fooling around, go Spheal!"
The Pokeball flew in the air and opened to reveal the newly-caught Spheal. Spheal curled up into a ball and, without Joel saying a word, it rolled at the Clamperl with a great speed. The rolling body of Spheal flew through the air.
Clamperl got hit and fell on the ground, tired and weak, just like I did when I fell on this very shore. Easy prey.
"Hmm, could this be the key to my diving practices?" I thought. "It's worth a try, I guess."
I threw the Pokeball at Clamperl who was still practically fainted from the battle with my true fighters, Swinub and Spheal, they weren't in such a good condition either. Clamperl disappeared inside the ball and the Pokeball started shaking wildly and mysteriosly...I didn't know what to expect.
06-15-2005, 06:14 PM
Story- eh boy finds pokemon, boy fights pokemon, boy beats pokemon. The prologue was pretty good tough and well written, I just wish you would've written more.
Realism- in the pokemon world this is as real as you get.
Grammar/spelling- ok, no problems here, a couple of misspellings, but those are just simple mistakes.
Details- not enough detail. the story is just too short for there to be enough.
Battle- Good battle, very descriptive, but too short. You need to lengthen this out and you'll be better off.
Outcome-clamperl Not captured. Give me about another post or half a post of information. lenghten the story and expand the battle and clamperl will be yours.
The story continues...
THE LONG WAY HOME
The very same beach, 9:30 P.M.
When I was ready with the Clamperl, I noticed that there were no houses,cottages or even the slightest sign of civilization. I started wandering around, trying to find living(or dead) signs of human beings or Pokemon or houses, or whatever I was trying to find. No success. I still had my spear in my left hand, ready to stab anything. With the etched and pointy spikes of the trident, there was no enemy that could have a match with me, without loosing. The problem was that I was too tired to think clearly and my muscles were aching, so I could be beaten easily in any battle.
This shore was different from all the other shores near Pacifidlog Town. It was filled with trees that had beards of lichen, the shallow water had pebbles and there was a forest nearby. The sand was more rough than in the homebeaches, it was rocky and had pieces of driftwood on it. The huge waves were splashing at the rocky walls of the shore like tomorrow would never come again. It would've been a hard fall from some of the cliffs near the very place where Joel stood at. The forest was rather intimidating. The trees looked like they could wake up from their ancient dreams and attack any strangers that posed threat to them. Their branches were hidden for the amount of lichen and moss on them was enormous. There was no grass in the forest, moss made a soft floor, filled with green rugs. It was dark. Dark.
It was Joel's mind as well that was dark. He knew that he couldn't swim anymore, and if he could, it wouldn't be smart to go swimming in those tides. Besides it was too dark to see the next shore. The forest seemed to come nearer every blink of his eye. It was almost over, or at least he felt like it.
I was at the boundaries of crying and not crying. I was so scared that no words are there in this world to describe the awful fear that filled the inner me. There was no way off this shore. I couldn't go to the water and not to the forest. I couldn't stay at the beach, the waves would crash at me soon. I noticed the spear on my hand...
"What if...What use am I to this world? What difference does it make whether I live or whether I die?" I noticed I had started talking to myself.
"My father and mother never cared about me, or at least they never showed it. They wouldn't miss me. I have no friends, I've been concentrating on the training too much."
A furious blast of anger could be heard all over the seas.
I fell on the shore.
"Why? Why me?...I never did anything wrong..."
The spear was waiting. Should I do or should I not. I hesitated for a moment. Should my Pokemon go down with me? they couldn't live without, but they can die with me. The choice has been made.
Before the stab was done, I heard a freezing cry, deep from the forest. The cry filled me with an unspeakable fear. My heart stopped, my hand stopped, the trident fell on the ground. My eyes closed, my feet stood still. It looked like even the waves stopped from moving.
Everything was still....
To be continued...
The story continues...
The same unkown beach, 10:00 P.M.
Nothing was moving, not even a breeze of wind was blowing, the branches or the trees didn't shake, the waves slowed their speed down. A silent fog laid itself on top of the solemn beach. The fog was thick, Joel could see only a few feet forward on the beach.
Another cry...It filled Joel with fear again. He was so horrified now that he forgot about the trident he had in his hand. Now it was clear that the cry was from the forest. He dared not to move.
"Would be madness to go to the forest..." I thought. "But it would be plain stupidity to stay here."
With long steps I started to head for the borders of the forest. The forest looked gloomy and dark in the fog. At the spot where the sand of the shore and the moss of the forest met, I stopped. I hesitated for a moment.
"Well, I have nothing to loose", I said to myself and kept going towards the forest.
The mossy floor of the forest was comfortable to walk on, even barefoot. I tried not to look up, so that I wouldn't see the branches that leaned intimidatingly towards me. The forest was quietly stalking me. Time went by and I heard no cries again. Sometimes a twig or a branch made cracking sound under my feet but nothing more. So I kept on walking and walking. There was no sign of Pokemon or any sort of living plants except for lichen and moss. The trees looked like they had died centuries ago with their grey bark and crumbling branches.
Suddenly I heard a small sound, different from the twigs and branches, right behind me.It sounded like a high-pitched cry, only very weak. I barely had heard it. I looked back and saw a shape, dark and foggy, behind me. Looked like the moss had done it's job well camofoulaging the creature. Its arms seemed to be branch-like and nose as well. Random leaves could been seen on it too. Its eyes were dark, dark as the night sky with no light from the bright stars. So dark they were, that I could already assume the creature was Dark type Pokemon who had dwelled in this very forest for ages.
It moved. Just a little bit towards me. I noticed that none of my Pokemon were able to fight. So I stabbed my spear at the ground to make the Pokemon to show itself. The Pokemon made no sign of movement. It stared me and I stared back. And everything was silent.
"Shall I guide you through the Forest of Silence, fellow stranger?"
The voice was heard inside my head, for the Pokemon didn't move any part of its body. Telepathy. I had heard that some very intelligent Pokemon could use it as a battle technique, but I never would have guessed that they could use it outside of battle. I focused my mind on my thoughts and tried to think about this sentence.
"Who are you?"
At the same moment the Pokemon answered me.
"I am the guardian and master of this forest, my name shall remain a mystery until the time has come for me to tell it."
I focused again.
"Fine. What was the cry I heard earlier? was it you?"
No answer now. I waited and asked again, focusing even harder. The reply came.
"No, it came from the Cave of Glaciers. The cave's guardian is trapped. The method of the trapping remains a mystery for I do not know it."
I tried to focus once again, and I made sure the focus was hard enough this time.
"Then can you guide me through the forest to that cave?"
The Pokemon answered.
"Yes, I shall lead you to the cave. There you shall meet my acquaintance, another guardian of this forest. Though I shall not tell his name either."
The Pokemon started walking past me and I followed it.
The story continues...
The Forest of Silence, 11:12 P.M.
After a few miles of uncomfortable walking, I heard the voice in my head again.
"Shall we rest, my fellow companion?"
The Pokemon halted and I bumped into it. It's body was furry and thorny, not comfortable to bump in. The dark Pokemon fell on the ground because I walked at it pretty hard. I focused my mind on my thoughts again to ask him whether he got hurt.
"Are you all right? Did you hurt yourself?" I asked it in my head.
"Would you be kind and be careful for the next time we stop?" he replied.
I said:"Do you understand me when I speak normally?"
He answered telepathically:"I do indeed. If it comforts you to speak in that manner, you may do so."
I sat down next to a tree, tired and sleepy. I was sweaty because we had walked with a great speed. My legs were starting to feel numb. My eyes started closing, but I knew that I fell asleep, there was no knowing what would happen. With those thoughts I fell fast asleep.
the Forest of Silence, 02:43 A.M.
The Shiftry was becoming restless, it had followed how the human was sleeping and took notice of what a terrible noice the humans made asleep.
"Maybe I should start carrying him. We are in a hurry and we must proceed our journey with haste", the Pokemon thought.
Shiftry easily lifted Joel from the ground, put him on his back and started walking. Joel showed no signs of waking up and Shiftry was getting tired so it dropped Joel back to the ground, relieved.
"What the...?" Joel said suprised. "Where are we now ?"
"We are getting close to the Cave of Glaciers. Do your Pokemon need any sort of healing to get well?" it asked in my head.
"Well, they are pretty much fainted...Could you help me?" I asked.
A light-green light came from the Shiftry's out-streched hands and hit Joel. His Pokeballs were shaking wildly.
"There, I have healed them. And now for the time has come, I shall tell you my name and identity." the Pokemon said. "I am the greatest Guardian and Warden of the Forest of Silence, the Master of Healing, the Leader of the Forest's Pokemon. My powers cannot be matched by any other Pokemon. I command an army of Nuzleafs and my sight is keener than a hawk's. My eyes see wide beyond this land, this forest. I see the future, the past and what already has come. I can camofoulage into the forest so that no living being can see me with their bare eyes. I am the Shiftry."
The story continues...
OF MAGICAL POWERS & STARVATION
In front of the Secret Entrance of the Cave of Glaciers, 4:03 A.M.
"The Shiftry?" I asked. "You're a special Shiftry, I get it now..."
"Correct, I am the Shiftry, you may call me Dremlor as well. Dremlor translated into your speech means Thornyleaf. So you may call me that also. Now, we must enter the cave", the Shiftry said in my head.
"Cave? I see no cave here!" I laughed. "Or can you make it appear somewhere with your 'magical powers'?"
"Quite correct again. You are a smart man, Joel." could be heard in my head. " But I did sense some sarcasm in your manner of speaking."
"Oh really...How come, you're so strong and all?" I wondered astounded from the information that he could make the entrance appear.
"Strong? I am not strong", Shiftry said telepathically.
"But then, how did you...can you....possible...never mind!" I said frustrated.
The Shiftry raised his hands up in the air and mumbled "a few" unkown words to the human kind. The sun started shining up at the sky. Suddenly an intensive sun ray hit the ground about 10 feet in front of us. And to my surprise it revealed a magnificent entrance gate to a cave. The gate was huge! I had never seen anything that big in my life. Not even the largest tidal waves that hit Pacifidlog Town's beaches are that humongous. I was stunned. The outlines of the gate were carved with beautiful patterns of different runes and unkown letters to human kind. Some ice stalactites were hanging from the top of the gate. The gate had no doors, but I doubted that you would get in easily.
"This is so freaking awesome!" I shouted with joy and at the same time thought how I just had ruined this whole moment with "freaking awesomeness"...
"Proceed with me inside the cave. There you shall meet one of my friends. A Warden." the Shiftry talked inside my head.
We walked through the gate slowly. It felt like the gate slowed us down to check whether we are friends or foes. After we got through it, everything went dark. And by everything, I mean everything. I couldn't see even my bruised hands.
Suddenly I started to feel hungry. I hadn't eaten anything for almost 13 hours.
"How can I think about food at a moment like this?" I thought.
I was starving and these wardens propably didn't like fish and chips...
"How on Earth could I get food. Well, time will tell. Let's meet the other Warden first." I thought gloomily.
The story continues...
(I will try to catch a Pokemon in this story, so I'll be needing a grader.)
The Cave of Glaciers, 5:23 A.M.
All of a sudden, a whistling noise sped right behind my head.
"Wow, what was that?" I asked Shiftry surprised.
"That was the Warden I have been talikng about, dear friend." the Shiftry answered. "Show yourself, Grimdon!"
The dark shadow of the creature stopped and landed on the ground with a hustle. Its wings were widly spread and I could see two long, sharp fangs sticking intimidatingly out of its ferocious mouth. It looked like the Pokemon had four wings, two in the normal places and two in the palces where feet should be. The Pokemon wasn't really that big, fairly not as big as the Shiftry, but it wasn't small either. I bet it could knock down a couple of the boulders near the cliffs at the seashore. The speed it flew past me was outrageous. I wonder whether it was visible to the human eye while flying at the maximum speed. The wings looked so strong that I could guess it could stay up in the air for a long time.
"Greetings, my fellow friend!" the Pokemon hissed at Dremlor.
"Indeed...How do you do, Grimdon?" Thornyleaf asked politely.
"I am doing fine, thank you. Now enough of these formalities, Quuenagh is in danger, we must help her immediately!" Grimdon said.
"Sorry to interrupt or whatever, but who is this Grimdon and who is Quuenagh?" I interrupted rudely.
"Oh my...You should've taught the boy some manners, Dremlor!" Grimdon said offended.
"Sorry, didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything, but this day has been pretty confusing for me..." I said.
"I am Grimdon, the Warden who guards the entrances of the Cave of Glaciers, I am the Master of Flying and Poison techniques, the Leader of this cave's army, consisting of Zubats and Golbats, my flight speed isn't visible to a bare human eye and I am the Crobat." Grimdon answered.
"That format is apparenlty popular around here...Anyways, who is Quuenagh?" I asked.
Dremlor spoke this time:" You shall have an answer to your question when you see her royalness."
The Warden duo started walking towards the deeps of the cavern. And I followed eagerly them. What a mistake I might have done...
Deeper in the Cave of Glaciers, 5:47 A.M.
They had walked for miles now and the end didn't seem to be closer. I was getting tired and requested for a stop. They agreed and we paused the long-lasting march.
Suddenly I saw a white blink of light in a corner of this pathway's stopping place. It disappered quickly but I decided to find out what it was.
"Eh...I gotta go to do my 'toilet job'..." I said rather embarassed, well I faked the embarresement pretty fine.
"Humans, they have these weird traditions no one knows of", Dremlor said to Grimdon.
I walked out of their sight, so that they thought I'd be just doing my 'traditions'...So there, I saw the blink of the bright light again. It now moved switfly away from me. I started chasing it. But it disappeared again.
"Kiiiyaaa!" screamed something.
I felt a painful whack on my head and fell to the ground.
"God, damn it....What was that?" I said frustratingly.
It was now right in front of me. It's body was smooth and icy. The black suited it well for it lived in the dark. It had extremely long claws that I bet could do a lot of damage if they had to. Its eyes were almost piercing through my body, so deep was its glare.
"Now wait a minute...You're a Sneasel, aren't you? Ice types are my favorites among water types, so Sneasel, get ready for the battle of a lifetime!" I shouted at it with excitement.
Sneasel took its battle position and we began the fight.
Deep inside the Cave of Glaciers, 6:08 A.M., the sun was rising outside
"Now, what to use, well then, go Spheal!" I shouted and threw the ball high in the air with my left hand, yes, I haven't told this before, I am left-handed.
The Pokeball flew almost as high as the roof of the cave and opened, blasting a bright, white light from inside it and revealed the cute, little Spheal. Spheal was ready for a fight against a tougher foe than it imagined.
The swift Sneasel didn't waste any time to hesitate or do any formalities, like those weird Wardens, and charged at Spheal with its pointy claws streched back a little bit, ready to slash the poor, little Spheal.
"Spheal, roll out at him so that he'll stop the charge!" I ordered Spheal to do.
Spheal now charged at Sneasel with full speed and vice versa. The outcome would be more than disastrous.
The hit came and both of the battling Pokemon slammed on the ground, hard on their backs. They laid there still for a while until I shouted at Spheal to get back up and hit the Sneasel with a Body Slam.
So, Spheal almost flew at Sneasel who was still a little bit confused from the crash and now it got another one, even harder than the last one. Spheal slammed itself against Sneasel. They smashed against the cave's rocky walls and caused some of the stalactites in the ceiling to fall off, one almost sliced me into two halves.
Now Sneasel apparently got extremely furious. It started slashing Spheal with sharp claws and no idea of what it was doing. It looked like the Sneasel had divided into four Sneasels and all of them were hacking the poor thing which was my Spheal.
"Come back to your Pokeball, Spheal!" I shouted and pulled out my Pokeball and tried to aim it at Spheal.
The Sneasels blocked the ray of the Pokeball and I couldn't call Spheal back. They would slash him to death! So I decided to make a smart move.
"Go Swinub!"I yelled.
Another white and red Pokeball flew out of my hands and opened to free Swinub from the ball.
Swinub landed safely on the cavefloor and was ready to help Spheal. To my surprise, it didn't move.
"Now, Swinub, use your Powder Snow attack!" I commanded Swinub.
It still didn't move a muscle.
"What's wrong with you, Swinub? Are you hurt?" I asked him.
Suddenly, Swinub burst into icy flames that glowed brightly white in this dark dungeon. Swinub started changing its form and grew triple its size in height,width and length. It had grown mighty tusks next to its bushy whiskers. Fur had appeared on its large body. It had evolved.
"Nice! Good job, Piloswine! Now, let's beat those slashing Sneasels! Ancient Power attack!" I shouted with joy.
The floor of the cave started crumbling and shaking and large boulders were lifted two feet up in the air, the sight was incredible. The boulders were held in the air by my Piloswine, they were ready to get blasted at any foes that threatened Piloswine.
"Release the attack!" I told Piloswine.
The stones flew against the Sneasel quartet and made the other three illusionary copies disappear. The real Sneasel hit the cave's rough wall and fell on the hard, rocky ground. It stood back up and glared at Piloswine.
Sneasel started running in a rampage and disappeared for a little while.
"Where did it go? Stay ready Piloswine!" I said.
Sneasel appeared and hit Piloswine with a Faint Attack. Piloswine didn't even move.
"Now do your mighty Blizzard!" I commanded.
This was new to me, the blizzard was just unspeakable. The coldness was almost unbearable and I started almost freezing. The raging snow storm whipped itself against Sneasel and Sneasel flew around with the blizzard, slamming itself accidentally towards the ceiling.
The blizzard stopped and Sneasel fell on the ground. Tired, weak, defenseless and easy to catch. Sneasel made his last effort to hurt Piloswine with its Fury Swipes attack, but caused no harm because it was too weak.
"Now, make sure it stays on the ground! Horn Attack!" I told my Piloswine.
Piloswine hit the tired Sneasel with its sharp tusks. Sneasel flew a few feet backwards and didn't move a bit.
"Now for the Pokeball!" I said.
Suddenly a moonlight started gleaming inside the cave.
"What devilry is this ?" I wondered.
The shining moonlight hit Sneasel and recovered it to almost full health. Sneasel was back in the game with new powers.
"Oh, great... Piloswine, we have work to do. Take it down!" I shouted, with slight anger in my voice. It was a bummer it had recovered without me noticing it. This could have been a strategical error in a real match.
Sneasel was easily faster and hit Piloswine with a Slash. Piloswine actually took damage from the hit, but took down Sneasel quickly before another hit was laid. Sneasel struggled to get my Piloswine off him. Its claws started shining in a silver color and suddenly it swiped Piloswine with a Metal Claw attack.
"Wroooaaar!" Piloswine roared, the claw had done a long bleeding cut in Piloswine skin and blood was dripping down his light brown fur.
"Keep it down for as long as needed!" I told my Piloswine who was struggling now.
Piloswine stomped Sneasel on the ground and kept motionless standing on top of the fragile body of the Sneasel. Finally Sneasel fainted. Piloswine stepped out of the way slowly as tired as it was.
"Now, let's do this! Go Pokeball!" I shouted with excitement.
The ball flew at Sneasel and trapped its weak and tired body inside it. The Pokeball started shaking and rolling, glowing and darkening...Will it stay inside?...
Still deep inside the Cave of Glaciers, 7:00 A.M.
It broke out from the ball! I was astounded that it had escaped from there with its current powers. This Sneasel was somehow special, maybe even one of the Wardens.
"Fine, Piloswine, tackle the thing hard!" I shouted.
Sneasel dodged smoothly the attack of the slow Piloswine and countered it with furious Beat Up attack. It started slamming its sharp claws against Piloswine's back. Not knowing what else to do. It was already a bit confused from being hit so hard and being kept inside a Pokeball, struggling to get out from there.
"Endure the attacks Piloswine! After that do your mighty Take Down!" I told Piloswine.
It took up my orders immediately and starts raising its defenses. Sneasel kept on slamming Piloswine.
"Release Take Down!" I shouted over the noise of the slams.
Piloswine shook Sneasel off, jumped(as amazing as it sounds) in the air and stomped the Sneasel on the ground.
Piloswine stood on Sneasel, motionless, for a little while. Just to make sure that it wouldn't recover anymore or escape from the Pokeball.
"Fine, Piloswine, get off of him. Enough for now." I said calmly to Piloswine who moved aside.
Sneasel didn't move again. So I went to check whether it was for real this time, and yes it was. Its eyes were closed and its breath was slow, almost as it were asleep. It looked so peaceful and calm now. I couldn't even resemble this one to the one that beat up my Spheal with those sharp and pointy claws... There went the Pokeball again, I only opened the ball because Sneasel was so near. It went inside and the ball started shaking again...
The Elite Ygseto
07-05-2005, 12:07 AM
This will be a joint grade since no-one ever finished your first one.
Story- I like it alot, very intriguing. I've never read a pokemon story like this before.
Grammar/Spelling/Detail- Everything is very well done, as you probally know i love lots of details in stories I read, and you did a great job at it.
Realism- Yup, very pokemon like.
Battle- First one was short, but the sneasle one was great! I like how you had yourself not cacth it at first.
Legnth- Very long, goo on that.
Outcome- 95/100 = Clampearl and Sneasle captured! This was one of the best stories I've read. I also love the first person style.
On top of the Underground Lake, 7:28 A.M.
The Pokeball stopped from shaking.
"Nice! I got a Sneasel! Good job, Piloswine!" I shouted with extreme happiness.
"Mroarr!" Piloswine mumbled back.
"Oh, I see, the wound...I'll try to put little bandage around it."
So, I tore my T-shirt apart from the sleeves, tied them together and wrapped them around Piloswine's furry leg.
"Now, there, all better?" I asked it.
"Wroaaarr!" Piloswine roared with gratitude.
Suddenly the floor started crumbling underneath us.
"Come back to your ball, Piloswine!" I shouted and pulled out my Pokeball and sucked Piloswine inside.
There appeared a huge hole right under my feet and I fell down it. I hit myself on the edge of the hole, basically I tried to grap the edge but instead banged my head on it. So I had fainted.
After a minor fall down the hole, I splashed into water, I wasn't conscious at the moment, so I could've drowned easily. But today was apparently my lucky day, something lifted me up.
The story continues...
NEW WARDENS AND COLD WATER
Underground Lake, floating on the water, 10:04 A.M.
I woke up and coughed for some minutes. The water had invaded my mouth and lungs. So I spat on the hard surface under me. I wasn't sure though, what I spat on. It moved.
"Are you Joel III?" I heard in my head. Another telepathic talker.
"Yes, I am. Who are you?" I thought.
"Me? I am the Huntail you saw at the beach. Good work on catching one of my Clamperl friends. They need to be caught by trainers sometimes. Apparently you have already met Dremlor the Shiftry and Grimdon the Crobat. Grimdon is flying right above us if you didn't notice. Dremlor in the other hand is waiting for us at the Western shore of the Underground Lake." the Huntail said calmly in my head.
"Are you by any chances the Guardian of the Cave of Glaciers?" I asked the Huntail, now I was speaking in a normal manner, because I was pretty sure it could understand my speech as well.
"Why, yes, I am. Dremlor told you that, didn't he?" Huntail apparently understood human speech as well.
"Yeah, he also told me that you were in trouble of sorts..." I said.
"True, unfortunately I must drop you now." the Huntail said.
"What,no, the water's freezing! Blurp...pulp....blops...cough cough" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before I dived.
It felt like the water was running through my veins now. So cold it was, it felt like my heart was pierced my freezing needles. My heart practically stopped and I couldn't breath properly. Luckily I was thinking clearly.
I sent out Clamperl to keep on the surface. I grabbed the shell and started swimming with Clamperl.
"Thanks, Clamperl, you're a great help!" I told Clamperl. "Let's try to hit the shore now."
My feet hit the bottom of the freezing water. I started running for the shore when I saw Dremlor. I put the exhausted Clamperl back into the red and white Pokeball. When I reached the rocky shore of the lake, Dremlor made the sun shine inside the cave, apparently using the Sunny Day technique and it made me feel warm. My feet were practically numb from the water, but now because of the shine, they started unfreezing.
"So, you have met the Guardian of the Cave of Glaciers. How did he appeal to you?" Dremlor asked in my head.
"Oh, he was cool. Calm and collected. Anyways, where are we now?" I asked.
Grimdon answered in my head with his sly voice: " We are on the great shores of the hidden Underground Lake. You shall soon see what the trouble is here, for now it cannot be seen. By the way, the Huntail you met, she has a name also, Queenagh, she is also a Warden."
"Yeah, I knew he was a Warden. Eh, Dremlor, could you heal my Pokemon again?..." I asked the Shiftry.
"Again? How did they get hurt? Did you do your traditions on them?" Dremlor asked sarcastically.
"No...That's disgusting, dude. I battled a Sneasel and caught it in a fierce battle, so would you?" I told him.
"Oh, fine, I'll do it!" Dremlor said.
The story continues....
WHAT YOU SEE IS NOT WHAT EXISTS
Western Shore of the Underground Lake, 9:21 A.M.
Dremlor arrived at the shore. He had sent Grimdon to look out for Joel, who had apparently lost himself in the darkness of the cave. Slowly he moved closer to the water, closer and closer. His feet now almost touched the small waves that splattered against the little pebbles on the shore.
"Queenagh!" Dremlor roared with an outstanding voice that could be heard echoing through the whole lake. " I see Joel falling soon to the Northern corners of the lake, make sure you save him!"
The Western shore of the Underground Lake, 10:39 A.M.
Once again the magnificent green light hit my Pokeballs on my wet belt. The belt was made of leather. My father had had it made just for me. Suddenly, I remembered mother and father, they must be so worried! I almost started crying, but then I noticed that Dremlor and Grimdon were looking at me. The green light had already stopped.
"Thank you, Dremlor!" I said politely.
"You're welcome. But now, Joel, I will be the one to tell you the truth, which we have kept hidden all this time," Dremlor said mystically.
"What?! You still haven't told me everything? Oh, fine, go on..." I said rather surprised.
"Yes...The cave you see here does not exist. It is a hallusination that our magical powers have made you to believe in. The real cave is inside this unreal cave. Now, we must be able to tell that you are the one to help Quuenagh on her mission, so, I and Grimdon have made a little test for you." Dremlor said. "You have already passed two thirds of the test; you have made it here, kept up with me and Grimdon, you have swum through the cold waters of this fake lake and you have successfully captured the Sneasel, who is our friend by the way. He had to sacrifice himself to be caught and to test whether you are a decent battler. He has informed us that you did well on the task."
Grimdon spoke:" But, the last third is ahead, the hardest and the most complicate third yet. This will test your skills as a trainer, a battler and how trustworthy you are. You must battle me or Dremlor."
"Whatta?! But you two are like unbeatable, you both have powers that nobody knows of and I assume that you aren't bad battlers either. I have no chances of winning!" I said to them.
"If you really think so, that you have no chances against us, then why are you here? Something led you here, a greater power than you know of, something that will lead you to great powers someday. Your determination. It has led you this far, and to prove that your determination is first class, you shall choose now, who you want to battle." Dremlor said in my head.
"My determination...Hmm...Fine! I will battle and I will win! Dremlor, I shall battle you as a token of our shortly formed friendship. Be ready for a battle of a lifetime!" I said, now I just got excited.
The story continues...
SUN VS. MOON
A little walk away from the Western shore of the Underground Lake, 10:54 A.M.
"Hah, you think I am an easy opponent? Then, you shall see the my fierce and unmerciful side!" Dremlor almost shouted in my head.
"Eh...Before we battle, could I have something to eat?...I mean, I haven't eaten anything for over half a day and I might faint anytime soon. So what do you eat here?" I asked.
"What do you desire? Some maggots from the tree bark or cave mice perhaps?" Dremlor asked telepathically.
"Well, those sound pretty gross to me...You have something that humans eat as well?" I asked the Wardens.
Grimdon answered this time: "Do you like fish and chips?"
I was stunned:" How on Earth would you get those for me?! We're in the middle of nowhere!"
Grimdon flew with an incredible speed right past me. I almost tripped down because its right wing hit me hard.
"Where did he go?" I asked Dremlor.
"Did you not listen, he went for the fish and chips!" Dremlor answered with slight annoyance in his voice which was probably caused by my 'stupidity'.
Suddenly a brownish paper bag fell at my feet. It felt warm inside the cave, all around was frozen. I opened the bag and drooled. The food looked real and delicious. I started eating right away with even more speed than Grimdon had while flying.
"Exactly...mmm....how fast...yam, warm...do you...oh my god, they're so good...fly?" I asked Grimdon with my mouth full of food.
"Well, if you happen to know how fast Pidgeots fly, my speed is even greater than theirs. As I said you can't see me flying with bare eyes." Grimdon said in my head.
"Okay, I'm done with my lunch! Let's begin!" I said with my stomach full and I felt now so refreshed that I could even beat up the League champion.
"As you wish, Joel III, we shall begin." Dremlor roared in a mighty voice.
Dremlor glared at me intimidatingly. It's staring was piercing through my red eyes. It walked slowly in to the middle of the open space that laid solemnly between us, almost as the Wardens had made a battleground for us. It raised it's hands high up in the air and roared so that the rocks of the fake cave crumbled and shattered in front of me.
"Hah, are you ready?" Dremlor said in my head and winked.
"Well, hah to you! You think I'm not worthy for battling, you're wrong! Sneasel, let's show Dremlor what your claws can do!" I shouted at the Shiftry and threw a Pokeball high up in the air.
The ball blasted an icy spray of white light from the inside. The light took a shape of the newly caught Sneasel. Sneasel stood on the rocky ground, staring back at Dremlor, who was at least twice his size.
"Sneasel, let's strategize this match! Taunt the Shiftry!" I shouted.
Sneasel tried to taunt Dremlor and poor Shiftry fell for the Taunt.
"Now what's this? Taunt...You are quite smart, Joel III..." I heard in my head, the voice was Grimdon's.
"Silence, Grimdon. I will have to concentrate more. I will use Extrasensory now." Dremlor said publicly in our heads.
Dremlor focused his thoughts and it could be seen than he started moving more swiftly than normal and almost flew at Sneasel.
Sneasel took the hit and flew against the stone walls of the cave. It fell down on the ground, badly hurt.
"How's that possible?! Psychic type moves should have no effect on Dark type Pokemon!" I screamed with anger. "Fine, use Moonlight to heal yourself!"
"I told you before that my powers are formidable, don't play games with me. This is serious battling, get used to it." Dremlor said in my head sounding more serious than ever.
"I shall counter your Moonlight with my Sunny Day attack for the Taunt apparently already wore off." Dremlor said.
Both, sun and moon started gleaming gloomily in the cave. Slowly they moved towards each other, as if they had were magnetized or attracted to each other. Suddenly, they crashed. A huge, fiery and rocky explosion shattered the battle arena with a booming noise...
The story continues...
TWIST OF HATE
The Cave of Glaciers, 1:12 P.M.
A steady, grey curtain of thick smoke and fog laid itself on top of the arena. The explosion had caused the battleground to crumble and the cold walls of the cave almost shattered in pieces. The moment was silent and melancholin. Nobody knew what had happened to Sneasel or Dremlor because the fog denied the access of vision to the battleground.
"Sneasel! Are you allright?" Joel shouted through the smog with an unsure voice.
There was no reply.
"Dremlor? Do you hear me?" I focused my thoughts on the sentence and waited for a reply.
There was no answer.
"Grimdon? Are you still there?" I tried to say inside my aching head.
This time, I heard something inside my head.
"Yes, I am here. Dremlor is trapped inside some enormous stalactites and can't get out. Your Sneasel slammed against the wall and fell to the ground, fragile and weak. We must proceed to help them with haste!" Grimdon answered.
"Where are you right now? Are you trapped too?" I asked Grimdon in my head.
"No, I am free. I cannot see you though. Do you have anything that you can give a sign with? I mean something that I can see." Grimdon answered.
"Well, I'll send out Piloswine and the white blast from the Pokeball should give you enough light." I said in my head at the same time as I opened the Pokeball to free Piloswine from it.
Piloswine landed safely on the ground, but had a little of moving space around him and it started to push the boulders and rocks around wildly.
"Ok, I have freed Piloswine now! Did you see the light from the ball?" I asked the bat inside my head.
"Yes, I did. Wait, now quickly look behind!" Grimdon shouted telepathically.
I turned around swiftly to see what Grimdon said to check out. You never know what lurks in these dark caves.
"AAAHHH!" I screamed. There was a black creature behind me, hanging from the ceiling.
"Calm down, it's me, Grimdon. No need to panic." Grimdon spoke calmly to me inside my head.
"Damn you! Was that necessary?! Man, seriously! Think before acting, dude!" I said to Grimdon while I was furious and embarassed at the same time. I shouldn't have got scared.
"Hah hah! Now, let's leave this foolishness and save our friends!" Grimdon said to me without its mouth moving.
"Fine, but no more of that. Dremlor or Sneasel first? I say Sneasel because it's weaker." I said to Grimdon.
"I would've said Dremlor but, yes, Sneasel is weaker. Let us haste!" Grimdon said and flew higher trying to relocate the poor Sneasel.
"Piloswine, push those boulders aside and we'll get on moving!" I told Piloswine who was already pushing the huge rocks away.
Piloswine slammed its mighty body against the hard rocks which rolled aside from the strength of those tackles. After a little while, there was clear path in front of me.
"I found your Sneasel. It is breathing. Just come here to call it back to it's Pokeball." Grimdon told me in my head.
I started running towards the way Grimdon had gone and soon after I found Grimdon over Sneasel's nearly dead body.
"Come back to your ball, Sneasel. This fight is over for now." I said and recalled Sneasel. "Now, we must find Dremlor."
"Or, what if we don't! Then I'll gain more power among the Wardens and you'll be off to your home! Dremlor isn't necessary to save, is he?... I don't have anything against that idea..." Grimdon said, now sounding like a pure maniac.
"What the hell are you talking about?! Of course we'll save him, if you're not coming, I'll save him by myself! What's gone into you?!" I said frustrated.
"Oh, no you will not! I'll stop you before you can take a step!" Grimdon said insanely.
"What in the world... I'll leave and you go whereever you desire, but I will save Dremlor!"
"No, I don't think so!" Grimdon said telepathically and started flying.
Grimdon took up some speed and slammed against Piloswine with a speedy Aerial Ace. Piloswine fell down from the hit, but got back up, silently and slowly. It almost looked as it took no harm from the attack. Of course, he took damage, but he didn't show it to intimidate the opponent.
"Ah, then I'll have to beat you to save Dremlor. You'll be an easy win!" I shouted at Grimdon, knowing that this battle would be hopeless. Grimdon's speed was too great. "Piloswine, to beat his speed, we must strategize! Use Odor Sleuth attack to eliminate the chances of evasion!"
Piloswine did its best and succeeded, now Crobat couldn't be as fast as usually.
"Hah, my speed will still outwit your behemoth Piloswine!" Grimdon said apparently a bit mad from the Odor Sleuth tactic.
The story continues...
SPEED OF THE SLOW
The Cave of Glaciers, 1:59 P.M.
Dremlor slowly opened his eyes. He felt numb. He could not move. He was stuck. Under a huge rock.
"Grimdon, Quuenagh, do you hear me?" Dremlor said telepathically.
Unfortunately for Dremlor, no answer.
"Hmm, now, how to get this rock off me... I wonder whether Grimdon and Joel are fine. Joel has to be, without him, my reign is over."
Dremlor tried to push the rock aside, but with slim chances of success, the rock did not even move. He was trapped until his powers were restored.
Grimdon charged at Piloswine, wings spread wide. They looked as if they could slice something into pieces.
"Hah, Air Cutter will finish your Piloswine!" Grimdon shouted at me inside my head.
"Piloswine, Endure the attack!" I commanded swiftly.
Piloswine toughened its body to endure the furious Ait Cutter attack. Grimdon tried pathetically to cut Piloswine with its sharp wings, but because of the Endure, no harm was done at all to Piloswine.
"Now Piloswine, hit it with a Powder Snow!" I said to Piloswine.
A freezing fall of snow hit Grimdon and it fell to the ground for a while, looked as it were frozen.Piloswine quit the snowfall and stared at Grimdon frozen body.
Under the very same rock, 2:46 P.M.
Dremlor focused his mind to every last drop of telepathical and kinetic power he had still left.
"Garash Âmon Éliah!"
His body started glowing in different colors, from silver to green. The enormous rock flew in the mid-air and crashed at the stone walls making the cavern crumble.
"Ah hah haa! I am free once again! Now, I will need to find Grimdon and Joel, hopefully they survived the explosion.
Grimdon still didn't move. Piloswine was getting now impatient and wanted to attack the Crobat right away.
"Okay then. Piloswine, full-charge Take Down!" I said like a strict navy commander.
Piloswine's heavy and furry body slammed against the icy one of Grimdon. Grimdon took the hit and flew against some of the grey stalactites from the cave's roof. The light blue ice around him cracked and freed him, but damage from the Take Down had been notified.
"What in the name of Zubat was that? That was freezing!" Grimdon said sounding furious.
"Hah, you underestimated my calm Piloswine! You are seriously an easy-win!" I told Grimdon grinning.
"You brat. I'll hammer you in the darkness where you shall live the rest of your miserable life!" Grimdon talked to me inside my head and revealed its venomous, sharp teeth. It was ready to stab something or someone with them.
"Poison Fang attack, eh? Piloswine, you have to take this hit and counter it with a Horn Attack, okay?
The Pokemon nodded slowly and made sure that it understood.
With an incredible speed Crobat bit viciously Piloswine in the forehead.
"Now, release the Horn Attack!"
Piloswine, who was suffering from the toxic poison, slammed its gigantic tusks against Grimdon who hit the hard rocks once again.
"How the Hell is that possible?! It's not supposed to be that fast!" Grimdon shouted in my head with a furious anger.
He got back up in the air by flapping his wide-spread wings. The Crobat was tired, I could see it. He couls soon take no more hits, but my Pokemon was tired too. It was poisoned, badly, it had suffered big attacks from Grimdon and had done big counters to the attacks. The battle was nearly in the end.
"Do not underestimate the son of the Great Diver!" I shouted back at him and remembered my father. "I will win honoring his name!"
The story continues...
SUN VS SHADOW, AN EVEN MATCH
The Cave of Glaciers, 2:56 P.M.
"Piloswine, let's start a full rampage! Tackle the thing!" I shouted with eagerness.
Piloswine slammed its large body against Crobat and squished him between itself and a huge rock. Grimdon fell on the rocky ground. Tired from the battle and excruciated from the hard hits.
"Enough yet, or do you want to suffer even more?" I said confidently.
"To Hell with your Piloswine! I'll finish the beast now!" Grimdon cried severely inside my aching head.
He started glowing, dangerously and intimidatingly. In dark colors his body glowed. From dark purple to dark green, from black to brown. It looked amazing and scary at the same time.
"What new devilry is this?" I asked silently.
Grimdon flew up in the air and started forming a shadowy blob between its sharp fangs. The blob glowed black and dark blue.
"Fear!" Grimdon shrieked inside my head. I felt that my forehead was about to burst into pieces. So high was the pitch of the noise inside me.
The Crobat hurled the dark ball towards my already tired Piloswine.
Suddenly, a golden beam of shining light hit the blob with a magnificent power. The Shadow Ball crumbled into millions of pieces which flew through the air making a whissling sound. They eventually hit the rock walls and disappeared.
"Gah! What in the name of Zubats?!" Grimdon shouted telepathically and with such a great anger.
"I was just about to ask you the same question," a calm and familiar voice said. I didn't recognize the voice yet though.
"You?! Why did you interrupt me? Joel isn't necessary anymore!"
"Incorrect. You are the one not necessary. You disobeyed my commands. You started an argument with Joel III. You betrayed Queenagh the Great!" the familiar voice sounded more threatening this time.
"You have no right to command me, Dremlor!" Grimdon said scared.
"Incorrect." Dremlor said and blasted out another shining Solar Beam at suffering Grimdon.
The mighty beam of light hit Grimdon with such a power that it crashed through a stone wall. Dremlor had used Sunny Day attack before that, I noticed that he didn't need any charging for the attack.
Grimdon still got up. He charged towards Dremlor with such an raging anger. It was time for his Wing Attack. Grimdon hit Dremlor in the right arm and made a bloody cut to it.
"Aargh! Grimdon, you beast! Joel, avenge for me!" Dremlor shouted telepathically with pain.
"Hah, Dremlor, you saved me! You took the hit for me! Now, let's finish him! Piloswine, gather all your powers to summon the mightiest Blizzard this world has ever seen!" I shouted sounding more confident than ever.
"Mmrrooaar!" Piloswine roared with a booming voice and let out a freezing cold snowfall and an icy wind which hit the poor Crobat even through the walls.
"Dremlor, do you have any use for him anymore?" I asked politely.
"Well, no, not really. Why do you ask?" Dremlor answered.
"Mind if I try capturing him? He'd be a cool addition to my team." I said hoping for the best answer I could recieve.
"Well, then, go ahead, try your best!" Dremlor said in my head while I threw the round Pokeball towards Grimdon. The colored ball sucked the Crobat's shape inside it and started shaking, more wildly than before...
"No, please, no! I don't want to spend the rest of my life among trainers and people. Please, let me go!" I heard from the Pokeball, Grimdon tried a last minute call for help.
"What the...? If I free you, you'll attack again. Don't play tricks with me!" I said to Grimdon who was trapped inside the ball.
"Fine, have it your way!" I heard and saw the deadly Shadow Ball forming out of the Pokeball. The dark blob hit Piloswine and Piloswine fell. It fell. It fell among the... dead.
"NOOO!!! PILOSWINE! NOT YOU! Grimdon, I'll kill you, I will. Even if it's the last thing I'll ever do, I'll kill you!" I shouted at the ball and ran towards Piloswine as fast as I could. "Are you allright?..."
There was no answer.
But the red-and-white Pokeball kept on shaking lonely...
Jack of Clovers
08-03-2005, 01:51 AM
it's very creative. good plot and story development. I wonder what happens next.
"Queenagh, she is also a Warden..." then in the next line you called it a 'he'. also, "couls" should be "could". otherwise, okay.
it's good and I felt I was there with the action. though, we can always improve this area.
I think that's a good strong battle, physically and mentally. Grimdon got what's deserved.
talking Pokemon :tongue: good enough.
normally I'd say to go a little longer but this is a unique story and I like it. keep it up. but try to add more length to the story.
Outcome- Crobat Captured!
Thank you, Jack! I'll make sure Crobat is in good hands :tongue:
The story continues...
HISTORY OF THE PAST
The Ruined Battle Arena, The Cave of Glaciers, 4:13 P.M.
I started hitting Piloswine's dead body with my bare hands. I cried. For the first time in a while, but yes, I cried. The tears almost poured down my cheeks to my laps and to Piloswine's brown fur. He had been my best companion so far. Now, he was... dead. Can Pokemon die too?... They are mortals, like humans. My father said once:" Every life has a purpose, every death has a purpose. The purpose of life is to die."
I hadn't understood the saying until now. Maybe the death of Piloswine saved someone's life. That really didn't encourage me at the moment. I was just miserable. My clothes were torn and dirty, my hair was re-colored with dirt and messy, my Piloswine was DEAD! I cried again. Dead, dead, dead...The word echoed inside me, bouncing between the sides of my head. I felt like fainting right there. Fainting like Grimdon my Piloswine had just beaten up. Grimdon...
The ball was now still.
Grimdon was inside and the Pokeball didn't move. I had caught the ugly bastard. He deserved it. I'll laugh at him everytime I see his sick appearance.
"Joel, are you allright?" a friendly and familiar voice said inside my head.
I wiped the tears off my cheeks and answered.
"Yes, I'm okay. Piloswine..." I couldn't finish the sentence.
"Grimdon killed him? I'll make sure he will know what it feels like, just wait until I get my hands around him..." Dremlor said sounding extremely angry.
"Ah, don't bother. It's not worth it." I said miserably.
"Well then... Now I think it is the time to tell you everything. I have not been honest with you. First of all, Queenagh is just an illusion. She is not real. I made her with one of the real Wardens, not Grimdon though. He is not even a Warden, he is just a lousy army commander with no purpose. The Warden, I made her with, lives in the real cave. And luckily for you, you have already reached the cave, so you can go and meet him. He lives just a few floors up." Dremlor told me.
"Are you saying that I have reached the real cave by not even taking a step? And who is the Warden?" my curiosity had been awaked.
"Yes, we are in the real cave. It has a name too, The Cavern of Past. Time here doesn't flow normally, we are basically living centuries behind the other world. The time you live in has not even started yet. That is why there are many unknown Pokemon lurking in this cave. Some you may have not even heard of. The Warden? You'll see when you get there..." Dremlor said.
"Ah ha...So...Can I use this 'time difference' to my advantage? And what do you mean by you'll see, aren't you coming with me?" I asked Dremlor a bit confused.
"You have to figure out the advantages yourself. And, yes, I am not coming with you. I can no longer help you on your journey. I can promise though, that after this little quest to the upper floors, you are good to go. Go home, Joel III. Now, goodbye! It was a pleasure to meet you, Joel III. I shall miss you, my dear friend." Dremlor said and disapperead leaving a light yellow stone on the ground.
I felt like crying again. Two of my greatest friends, both gone.
"Now...goodbye then, my fellow friend... But what's this?" I said and picked up the odd stone. "Looks like one of those legendary evolution stones... Wonder what use this will be?"
I put the stone in my pocket which was pratically there. I remembered Piloswine, I looked at its body. Dead body. I wouldn't survive without it. I hesitated for a moment, I would not leave it, but it wouldn't go inside the Pokeball because it was not living. I could not carry it either, it was too heavy.
"Now wait a minute, the Cavern of Past, time runs slowly here. That means that Piloswine died in the past since I'm in the cave at the moment. And the past has already happened.. Now something doesn't feel right. It shouldn't be dead...MY PILOSWINE IS ALIVE!"
I ran as hard as could towards Piloswine and saw its nose moving. It lives. I felt like fainting again. These last couple hours had been a tad too emotional. Death, departure, war...
"Piloswine! You old bugger, you scared the Hell out of me! Good to see you back!" I shouted with full joy.
Piloswine tried to stand up, but it couldn't, it was too tired and weak from the battle with Grimdon.
"Now, how could I heal you?..." I asked like it would answer.
"The bright Sun Stone!"
I took it out of my pocket and showed it to Piloswine. The stone started glowing and blasted a light green beam at Piloswine. The light was similar to the one Dremlor had healed my pokemon with.
Piloswine was refreshed.
The story continues...
NEW GOALS AND OLD POKEMON
The First Floor, The Cavern of Past, 4:31 P.M.
"Piloswine, back to your cozy Pokeball!" I shouted and pulled the Pokemon back. The ball sucked Piloswine in.
"Now, I need to find the way the next floor and after that, the next floor again. This is going to be hard."
I started walking towards the South, I think. In most caves, the stairways, et cetera, were located in the Southern parts, because the sun light was strongest there. Nobody could see otherwise where the stairway was located. I was afraid, though. I didn't know anything about prehistoric Pokemon, in fact, I had never heard of them. I didn't know what they looked like, how big they were, but one thing was for sure; they were powerful and skilled fighters. I had heard of Omastar before and they say it faster than a Pidgeot after it has Rain Danced.
I noticed that I had walked for a while in my thoughts. Now I had no clue where I was, but the passage started going slightly upwards. This was going to be a hell of an exercise. And I didn't want to bother Piloswine with carrying me around. If I couldn't do this, then swimming to Mossdeep would be nearly impossible. I sped up a bit, I could run fast if I wanted to. The passage way seemed to be straight and upwards it went. It was actually harder than I thought. Sweat started to run down my forehead. I had to stop for a moment. Running uphill was extremely tough.
I knew I had to reach the next floor fast, but everything seemed to slow down. My breathing, my movement, the air and even the pebbles running down the passage way. Something was controlling the time and my movement.
"What is happening?"
I saw a huge creature few yards ahead of me. It reminded me of a Scyther, double in size, though. I stopped. This was something I didn't want to know any better.
Suddenly I heard a voice inside my head, it wasn't Grimdon's or Dremlor's. Neither it was Quuenagh's.
"I am the Guardian of the Downer Passage. Identify yourself, mortal. Inform me of your business."
I hesitated for a moment. I didn't know what my business was here. I was sent by Dremlor, but he never told me my task. To go home, perhaps?
"I am Joel III, son of the Great Diver, from Pacifidlog Town. I own a variety of strong Pokemon and I am skilled in spears and tridents. My business is none of yours." I said trying to sound confident.
"Inform your business, Joel III."
"Fine, Dremlor the Shiftry Warden sent me to do a research here in hope for new species of Pokemon." I answered to the creature hoping that the answer would be accpeted.
"Dremlor? I have no knowledge of him. Shall I let you pass?"
"Please, let me pass. I am very tired for today has been the most exhausting for me. I have battled many Pokemon and walked and run for many miles through this rigorious terrain. I have talked to creatures who outsmart me easily and I have actullay outwitted them in many ways. I have already done three tests to qualify for Dremlor the Shiftry to get here, so I am ready for whatever awaits me past you." I told to the Guardian.
"Very well then. You shall have to pass the Downer Passage test which applies to both, Pokemon and humans. First, form words:
After you have completed the task, you shall have another one."
"Hah, this is fairly simple!" I said after thinking about the glowing letters in front of me. " First one is hate, then misery, then pain, then agony and the last one is sorrow. The words were just backwards."
"Excellent, you are worthy of the second test! Answer these three questions:
What is the most common move ancient Pokemon learn?
How deep is the Depth of Huascaran?
How far away from normal time are we?"
This time I had to think longer. I knew the last two questions by heart. The first question was a bit harder because I had never even seen ancient Pokemon. I would have to trick the Guardian somehow on this one. I'll see how wise this creature actually is.
"I am ready to answer. The Depth of Huascaran is 4,75 miles deep and we are a couple of centuries behind the real time. As for the first question, the question is just too simple to answer. Can I have a harder one, please. I know this sounds stupid, but..." I said with a trick in my mind.
"This is quite an odd request..." The Guardian said confused. " But I shall accept your request. Here is the new question:
What type of Pokemon is Corsola?"
It worked...I got lucky this time. The new question was so damn easy. I lived on top of Corsolas...
"Corsola is Water and Rock type. It is a coral Pokemon." I said confidently.
"Correct! You have passed your two tests.Shall I carry you forward on my back? You look tired and I assume a ride on my back would not hurt you." the Guardian said to me politely offering a sort of a seat on its back.
"I'd be more than happy to go on with my quest with you." I said back.
The story continues...
NEW FRIENDS, OLD ENEMIES, ANCIENT POKEMON
The Downer Passage, riding on the Guardian of the Downer Passage, The Cavern of Past 6:23 P.M.
Joel had a firm grip of Kabutops' back. It was a tad uncomfortable and spiky, but the speed it ran with was exhiliarating. The journey proceeded much faster this way. I was lucky to have found this speed demon. This thing would be a perfect team mate...
"Excuse me, but where exactly are we going? I know that we need to reach the Second Passage, but what are your intentions?" I asked the Kabutops.
"Yes, we are going towards the Second Passage, but first we shall meet my friend and his troops. Ashgaroth, they named him." Kabutops answered telepathically.
"Oh, I see. Is he a Pokemon or a human? And I assume, that if there are troops, there is a sort of a war in here?" I said.
"In fact, there is. The ancient Pokemon are divided into two groups here. First is the ground group, which I am part of. We live on the ground and have more developed military system. Our bases and homes are made inside dark caverns, which we call rockots. They are usually large and deep. The other group consists of the ancient Pokemon who live in the water, Omastars for example. They have also persuaded Lileeps and Cradilys to join them. They have a vast force of troops, ranging from calm Relicanth commanders to sly Lileep spys. They have made little caverns at the bottom of the Underground Lake, which has a freezing water temperature,so that some of the ground army cannot get to the bottom. The war will last for as long as one group forfeits and gives up their fossils." Kabutops told me.
"Wow, so there is some devilry at work in here...I wish I could help somehow..." I said pitying all the ancient Pokemon who had to fight.
"There is a way that you can help, but it involves too many challenges. You don't even have enough companions with you, and apparently they are hurt as well. Ashgaroth will heal them when we reach his rockot." Kabutops said to me, making me wonder about the way to help them.
Kabutops went silent and kept on running. I was almost sure that we were close to the rockot of Ashgaroth.
"What on Earth could the way be?...And how come i don't have enough companions with me?... I have 5 Pokemon, who all are ready to fight for me anytime."
The Guardian stopped suddenly and I fell on the ground because my grip slipped. Once I got back up, I got a good look at where we were. The place was simply dead. There was nothing living around me, there was no water and there we stood facing an entrance of a cavern. The rockot of Ashgaroth. Something was about to come out of the cave, and it was a large shape.
The creature stepped out of the cave and I could see it now. It was stunning dangerous looking. I wouldn't let any of my Pokemon face it alone. So powerful it looked that I believe it could smash the rocks around it with its bare claws. Some smaller Pokemon gathered around it. They were a bit crab-like. Though, they were probably powerful as well, but they looked like minor buggers next to the huge Pokemon, which I predicted was Ashgaroth.
Kabutops and Ashgaroth started talking in a slow and difficult language. They talked about matters that were none of my business and I probably wouldn't even understand them.
"So, you are Joel III? We have need for you." Ashgaroth spoke telepathically to me. "But, you cannot face the dangers of this cave alone. So, I and Bloodwound, the Kabutops next to me, have decided to come with you under one condition."
"Say what?... I never said I was going anywhere besides home! I don't want to face anymore dangers, I've had enough of those for today." I said back to Ashgaroth.
"The condition is that you make us battle you and you will have to defeat us. If you are not able to defeat us, you can go home. If you do defeat us, I promise you can capture one us for your uses, but then you have help us reincarnate the Protector of the Cave of Past." Ashgaroth kept on talking like I was just air.
My trainer's instincts awoke. Two ancient and powerful Pokemon willing to fight me right here...
The story continues...From this point on, there will be only a huge battle for a couple of posts, so don't except anything huge happening in the storyline...
(for fun, I hid part of the lyrics of Millencolin's Shut You Out in this chapter, 10 points to the grader who finds it :wink:)
MAJOR TWISTS AND SHIFT-RYS
Ashgaroth's Rockot, The Cave of Past, 6:54 P.M.
"I accept your offer, Ashgaroth. First, I need my Pokemon healed to their full health and I need something to eat, because I am quite hungry" I told the ancient Pokemon, Armaldo. "Otherwise I am unable to battle you."
"I see, for the food, you shall recieve some plain fish from the Underground Lake, which we have caught. The fish has been roasted and it is quite fresh still. You will like it for sure. For the healing part, you seem to have a Sun Stone, why not use it?" Ashgaroth said and went inside the rockot to fetch me some roasted fish.
I had forgotten all about the Sun Stone! I took the odd stone out of my torn pocket and picked up my Pokeballs and showed the stone to them. The stone started shining immediately with bright lights and the sun symbol inside the stone glowed. The light hit the Pokeballs and beamed the ligth towards them for a little while and them stopped. The healing process was done. I was ready to battle once again. No wait, the food...
I suddenly heard a voice in my head.
"Here, I brought you the two fish, I couldn't find anything bigger than these." Ashgaroth spoke and showed me two humongous fish on hard stone platter.
Before any critical thinking, I started mucnhind the fish with my bare hands. Brutal, I know, but these Pokemon probably didn't care about table manners. I was surprised how hungry I actullaly was. The fish tasted so good, but a bit more salt would've been fine.
"Good, isn't it? We caught them with our bare hands and claws from the Underground Lake." Kabutops said inside my head, bragging or sorts.
"Yes, very good. I am finished though. I'm ready to challenge you both, one at a time, I'll wipe you off your feet. And when no one's catching you, you hit the floor. I'll see that you come with me." I said to them, totally ready to battle.
"Ah, not quite correct. You shall first of all challenge us at the same time, so that you will use two Pokemon against us. Second, don't be too confident in your abilities as a trainer. You'll be surprised how powerful we old Pokemon can get." Ashagaroth told me calmly.
"Two at a time... I've never had a 2 VS 2 -battle before, let's see what I can do about it."
"Fine, accepted. I'll send out Spheal and Clamperl first out!" I exclaimed while throwing two round Pokeballs in the air. One was greenish and blue, the Diveball, and the other was the original and basic Pokeball.
The two Pokemon landed safely on the rocky battleground, ready to fight for their master.
"Clamperl, Iron Defense! Spheal, try an Ice Ball attack!" I shouted to them and they obeyed.
Clamperl quickly hardened its purple shell to raise its defense against the ancient Pokemon's monstrous attack. At the same time Spheal made a freezing ball of ice and casted swiftly it Kabutops' stomach. The hit made Kabutops do some steps backwards, but nothing more. Kabutops was strong for sure.
Kabutops raised its mantises up in the air. They shined in silver colors, looking almost like metal. Its eyes started glowing in an intimidating yellow. Rocks started crumbling and slowly rising up in the air. Armaldo copied the attack and did the same as kabutops had done, though its eyes were bloody red, not yellow. A huge amount of rocks were in the air, ready to be blasted at any enemies.
"Before they attack, Clamperl, use Iron Defense again. They won't hurt you that way so much. Spheal, start out a Blizzard to reduce their eye sight and then hide!" I shouted at my Pokemon, fearing the Ancient Power attack.
Clamperl started shining in bright and shiny colors. I knew that it was heightening its defense, or at least I thought I knew...
Clamperl's shape started shifting back and forth from Clamperl to a longish snake-like creature. It was now blinking in a shiny silver and grey. It was evolving to its final stage at the moment. I had never seen a Huntail or a Gorebyss in my life, even though I had lived my whole life in the middle of the ocean.
At the same time, Spheal blasted out a furious snow storm at the ancient Pokemon. They suffered more from it than from the Ice Ball attack. The visibility was bad now and I couldn't even see what had happened to Clamperl. I was scared for both of them, Clamperl and Spheal. Suddenly I could only hear a huge slam, roar of pain and furious slashing.
The cold snow finally cleared out and I saw what had just happened on the rocky field.
Spheal was the one who had slammed against the hard walls of the dark cavern. Apparently the Ancient Power attack had done its job well. Spheal was out of the match for good. Roar of pain had came from Armaldo, it had suffered a terrible attack, I didn't know the attacker, though. I saw some leaves on the ground. They had been slashed away from something.
Four strong Pokemon were still standing, I had called my Spheal back, it had done what it could. From the Pokemon, I owned only one of them, Huntail, the final evolution of Clamperl. It had finally evolved from Clamperl. There were the two ancient fighters also, one of them was suffering from the Blizzard, the other was out of breath from furious slashing. There were four Pokemon. The fourth was Dremlor.
The story continues...
The Cavern of Past, 7:36 P.M.
SOLAR POWER AND ANCIENT POWER
"I could not leave you, Joel III. I'm glad to see you." Dremlor said calmly and telepathically.
"Dremlor, you old fool! Good to see you back! As you may have noticed, I'm on a test to see whether I have to go and help the Protector of this cave, if i don't win, I will go home without capturing Kabutops and Ashgaroth the Armaldo." I told Dremlor excited.
Before our little chat with got to its end, the Guardian Kabutops had gathered a large amount of water from the inside of its body.
"Huntail! Quick! Take cover!" I screamed when I saw the blast of freezing water coming out of the Guardian's mouth.
Huntail quickly hid behind a rock, but apparently it was no use, the water hit Dremlor instead of my Huntail in the stomach and made him crash to the cold rocks behind him.
"Ugh...My poor back...Pity the old Pokemon..." Dremlor said telepathically suffering from the pain. "Joel, now you'll see what a Nature Power attack looks like and how powerful it is."
Dremlor raised its hands up in the air. Thin grass started growing straight from the rocky ground, moss appeared to the walls and beards of lichen transformed into the roof. A shadowy blob started forming between Dremlor's hands. It was huge. Bigger than Grimdon's Shadow Ball attack which had been powerful as well.
"How come is he using Shadow Ball and not Nature Power?"
"The Nature Power transforms among the terrain, in the cave, it becomes a Shadow Ball." Dremlor told me apparently he had studied this matter alot.
Dremlor blasted the black sphere at Kabutops, who took the hit and flew some yards backwards and hit the ground. It was weakening. Almost ready to capture.
"Huntail, use your powerful Hydro Pump!" I shouted through the furious battle.
Huntail took up some energy for the Hydro Pump and splashed the water with an enormous pressure towards Kabutops' fragile body. The water hit the Guardian of the Downer Passage and slammed it against the dark walls of the Cavern of Past. Kabutops, the Guardian of the Downer Passage was down. Suffering from incredible pain.
"Argh, FEAR MY ANCIENT POWER!" Ashgaroth shouted inside our heads. He had apparenlty got mad of Kabutops' loss.
Rocks started crumbling and walls started shaking, the room was collapsing. That moment was sheer fear. It was a magnificent and scary sight. The larger rocks floated in the air, they took up some speed and were collided against Huntail. Huntail had suffered the greatest hit so far. It couldn't move anymore. It had been paralyzed for a while, but I didn't want to suffer more on the field.
"Return, Huntail! You did definately your best!" I shouted and recalled Huntail back to its Pokeball."Dremlor, I need you to start gathering energy for a Solar Beam. I will send out my Sneasel who will use Moonlight, so there will an explosion again if you remember the last one we accidentally made."
Dremlor understood and started loading in sun light while I sent out my Sneasel who was ready to battle the ancient Armaldo.
"Sneasel, NOW, Moonlight!" I shouted and took cover behind some of the boulders. I didn't know what to expect or what it would look like.
Sneasel's Moonlight started shining inside the cave and Dremlor launched his mighty Solar Beam attack.
The Cavern of Past, 8:25 P.M.
All I saw after that was smog. The explosion had been huge. I don't know whether the ancients had survived it. Or whether my Sneasel or Dremlor had. I was scared and alone.
The story continues...
LONG STORY SHORT
The Destroyed yard of Ashgaroth's Rockot, the Cavern of Past, 8:56 P.M.
The smoke started finally clearing out. The battle ground was visible once again. The first thing I saw was an enormous bird Pokemon, shining in light blue and silver. It was beautiful, I couldn't describe it more than that. Just beautiful. Next I saw my Sneasel, it was lying on the ground, fainted probably. I recalled it back to its own Pokeball. Then I saw Dremlor. First time ever, I saw Dremlor with the eyes of a friend. He was on the ground. He looked so calm, peaceful and weak. It was definately not the same Dremlor I knew. This Shiftry was fragile, tired from a huge battle. I focused my thoughts only on one sentence.
"Dremlor, my friend, did you get hurt badly?"
Unfortunately no answer ever came.
The bird Pokemon looked around for a little while, as if it were searching for something in particular, then it flew graciously away, with its shiny, beatiful wings.
Dremlor still didn't move.
"Was he...? No, he couldn't be, I mean, come on, he's a Warden."
I ran to the middle of the field where Dremlor was. I looked at his peaceful eyes, his thorny fur and green-leaved hands. I shook him gently. Still no movement.
"Dremlor, wake up!"
I shook him harder and harder. If he wouldn't wake up now...
Dremlor showed no sign of life.
"To Hell with this place! I want out of here!" was my first thought.
A bright, foggy blue halo appeared on top of Dremlor's dead body. I was confused, what was happening now? A shiny light brightened the whole battlefield. Light blue and green colors whirled through the rocky ground, making me almost blind. Bright dust made little clouds above the ground. Then I saw it. Dremlor's soul. A soul of a Pokemon, very rare to see. Floating through the air, upwards it flew, calmly and spiritually. Dremlor was gone.
Then it hit me. I had killed Dremlor the Warden.
Dremlor, I need you to start gathering energy for a Solar Beam. I will send out my Sneasel who will use Moonlight, so there will an explosion again if you remember the last one we accidentally made."
I cried loudly and miserably. I was the killer of the Shiftry. I had caused the explosion, I had told Dremlor to obey me, to do what I asked him to do, to destroy himself for me...
The story continues...
TO PAST TO CHANGE THE FUTURE
The Destroyed yard of Ashgaroth's Rockot, the Cavern of Past, 8:56 P.M.
"It was me...mememe...I killed him! I killed one of my best friends! I killed DREMLOR!!! God damn it!!! Only if I...c...o..u...l....d..." my thoughts slowed down dramatically. What was happening now?
I tried to stand up, but all I got was extremely slow movement upwards, I pretty much made no progress. The time had slowed down again. All I could do is wait for my destiny to pick me up.
the Cavern of Past, 8:14 P.M.
The explosion was just a magnificent sight, I had never seen anything like that before. Fiery whirlpools or raging sun light blasted themselves to every possible direction. I saw Sneasel get hit hard from one of the minor fire blasts. Then the Guardian Kabutops slammed against the grey ground, he was surely tired now. The Guardian didn't move anymore. One by one they all were hit by the explosion, Dremlor the Shiftry was going to be the last....Wait, this was my chance.
"Dremlor! Hide now! Run to your left, quickly!" I shouted, not knowing what would happen. I had nothing to lose anymore...
the Cavern of Past, 8:08 P.M.
The huge rocks were in the air, ready to be blasted at any friends or foes. It looked like this was it. The Ancient Power attack of Ashgaroth.
"Huntail, use your Hydro Pump againts the rocks in the air!" I shouted through the battle arena full of big stones and boulders.
Huntail took up some cold water inside it and blasted the large amount of water with full strength towards the boulders in the air. At the same time the rough boulders tried to hit Huntail, but the blast of water stopped them. The ancient Pokemon looked astounded. No harm was made to anyone...
the Cavern of Past, 7:49 P.M.
"Huntail, take the hit for Dremlor! The attack will come towards him, not you!" I exclaimed knowing the outcome of the ferocious attack.
Dremlor crossed his leaf hands over his furry chest and right before the strike was made, the loyal Huntail collided with the huge Hydro Pump. No major damage was caused to it, because water type attacks don't hurt water type Pokemon...
Ashgaroth's Rockot, The Cave of Past, 6:56 P.M.
"So what about our generous offer? Will you accept it?" Ashgaroth asked inside my head. He would be surprised of my answer.
"Hmm, I have no need to accept your offer. I have already defeated you." I said back to him confidently. I grinned. Now I knew what had happened; time transportation.
The Destroyed yard of Ashgaroth's Rockot, the Cavern of Past, 8:56 P.M.
I saw Dremlor's familiar shape standing in front of me. He was smiling widely. That looked so weird, I had never seen him smile through the whole day. He was happy and I could see that.
"Joel, you saved my life. I want to thank you for that!" Dremlor said telepathically to me with gratitude.
"No, it probably wasn't me. Something more important controlled the time here. I was somehow teleported back in time." I said back to him. "I don't know what it was, though. But now, I have more important manners to do."
"Hmm? Exactly what manners, Joel III?" Dremlor asked me sounding confused.
I threw a round Great Ball towards the smoky and rugged battleground. It swiftly sucked in the powerful and ancient Pokemon, Kabutops. The Guardian of the Cavern of Past. The Great Ball started shaking from side to side...
"Dremlor, I'll tell you more about the cavern if this capture will be a success." I said to Dremlor who still looked a bit confused.
Daniella Defines Divinity
08-15-2005, 06:23 PM
I like it, it's definately a nice break from typical trainer stories
It's good, but there could always be more, I felt detail of the pokemon themselves was lacking compared to everything else
intense, but in my opinion too short considering how rare fossil pokemon are and that it was 2 on 2
nothing that didn't fit the scene you were setting
This is just my opinion but using 2 pokemon almost dying in your story made each incident less dramatic as it had been repeated, you should try and avoid that kind of repeatition in future, it's fine, but in the instance they were too close together. Also the end and going back so everything was fine was a little anticlimatic, perhaps you could plump out each of those parts to add some more detail and keep the atmosphere going because it seemed to fade for that part.
Outcome- Not captured, this is enough for one of them to be captured considering they're fossil pokemon etc. If you like you can pick one to be captured and continue on, OR edit your story more so that you get both
Thanks, Dani! I think I'll edit the story to capture only Kabutops. After my edits, I hope you can sorta regrade it to capture only one of them. Anyways, I'm glad you graded it.
EDIT: I made the story look like I would only catch Kabutops, so will I? Btw, the two 'almost deaths' were necessary to create some sudden changes to the story. E.g, first everything looks fine, then all of a sudden something miserable happens, if it happens twice, it creates such an sad atmosphere. I won't do it again, though, because the Book I is almost complete. As for the time transportal, I needed some more battle length and come on, would I let Dremlor die just like that?... For the readers, the ending will not be easily predicted. :wink:
OmnipotentIdiot: ok, Kabutops captured, thats the one that would have made a more likely catch
The story continues...
EXPLANATIONS AND EXCELLENT MOMENTS
The Destroyed yard of Ashgaroth's Rockot, the Cavern of Past, 9:01 P.M.
The ball clicked, sounding as if it closed. Kabutops was inside.
"Now, Dremlor, we are not going to stay in this cave, I know what I promised to the ancient Pokemon, but they can call me a traitor. We will leave." I said strictly.
"I will follow your lead, Joel III," Dremlor answered.
I put the Great Ball on my leather belt. The way out was going to be an easy task. I knew just what to do.
"Go, Kabutops!" I shouted and sent out the newly-caught Kabutops opening its ball on my belt." The shortest way out of this cave?"
"The Eastern Passageway, straight ahead from here. Why do you want out, the Protector is inside the cave?" Kabutops asked confused.
"You'll see, my friend, you'll see." I said and recalled the Pokemon. "Now, Dremlor, let's make a final run for it."
I started running towards the way Kabutops had pointed out and the Shiftry followed me. He took short steps, but somehow kept up with me. The passageway was lighter than the whole cavern had ever been to me. Maybe it wasn't the real light, it could've been the spirit I had at the moment. I was going to get out of this place and go home. Maybe get Dremlor to come with me. You never know.
I could already shape a gate of sorts in the faraway wall. The end of the passage was close. Dremlor ran right next to me, my greatest friend ever.
We stepped out of the cavern. I felt like crying, so happy I was at that very moment.
The moment didn't last long. A horrifying and freezing cry could be heard all over the world. The same cry I had heard when I had landed on this beach. The same cry that stopped me from doing a suicide, the same cry that made me go the woods... The same cry.
My thoughts froze. The same cry kept hitting me from the inside. Was I going crazy?...
"What is it, Joel?" Dremlor asked me to make I was allright.
I tried to speak, but no sound came out of my mouth. Felt like my lips were sealed not to be opened ever again.
I tried to move my arms, but I couldn't. They felt numb, almost as if they were paralyzed.
I started panicing. What the Hell was happening? Why couldn't I do anything?
The same cry.
The story continues...
A SINKING STONE
The Forest of Silence, 9:46 P.M.
The cry ended suddenly. I felt like moving again and it was actually possible. I had been paralyzed somehow.
"Joel, do you hear me?" Dremlor asked again.
"Yeah, I think I was paralyzed or something...Weird." I said still a bit confused.
"Good to have you back. Now, are you heading home, or...?" Dremlor asked me.
"Yes, I am. And I was wondering whether you would like to come with me to Pacifidlog Town?" I said to Dremlor, hoping for an 'yes' as an answer.
"I would like to. I would be more than happy to come with you!" Dremlor said happily. "Let's go already!"
Apparently we were near the borders of the forest, so we got quickly back to the beach where I had been already. I sent out my Huntail to help us wim towards my home town.
The water Pokemon splashed into the water, refreshing itself.
"Can you swim, or do I have to carry you?" I said sarcastically to Dremlor.
"No one carries the Shiftry around, I shall swim!" Dremlor told me proudly.
We ran to catch up with Huntail. I got there first and happily grabbed on Huntail's back, I saw Dremlor coming right behind me.
Dremlor laughed heartily. The best sight I had had today. It was pure happiness that was let out of Dremlor's body. He laughed.
"Grab my Huntail, Dremlor!" I exclaimed laughing too.
Before Dremlor could reach for Huntail, he started splashing wildly in the water. Panic had struck him.
"Quit fooling around, Dremlor! You've already scared me today twice!" I shouted at him.
No answer came. He wasn't joking. I saw his hand trying to splash the way to the surface. I tried to quickly grab it, but I never was fast enough for anything. I was never fast, not for the red plastic box to strike with my trident, not to let Grimdon strike Piloswine with a Shadow Ball, not to capture both of the ancient Pokemon at the same time, not to move before getting paralyzed. Not to say a good-bye.
I will end this book with a quotation of the words of the Great Diver:
"When the hard times are coming, my true colors show.
And what I give you is nothing, I say you are on your own.
When the hard times are coming, I am the first to run.
So for the hard times, you know that you're on your own.
Just like a sinking stone."
Book II: Story of a Diver
Thanks to Yami for the banner!
Two years have passed since I left the Land of Past. I still wonder what I did to deserve to get lost in a horrible place like that. Full of agony, misery and anger. I have settled back in Pacifidlog Town again. Still suffering from memories of the loss of Dremlor the Shiftry. I have now become stronger in a physical matter, as well as my mental condition. The incident strengthtened me greatly. I am now two years older, more mature and ready to set off from my home town. There is nothing left for me here. My father has encouraged me to swim all the way to Mossdeep City, where new challenges would wait me as a human and a Pokemon trainer. My powers as a trainer have grown as well. I was elected as the new gym leader of Pacifidlog Town, the Pacific Gym. I have trained full days with my Pokemon, physically getting myself fit and also learning new methods and techniques of the Diver's martial arts.
My Pokemon team consists of six different Pokemon, all powerful physically and mentally strong. Especially my Walrein, Piloswine and Kabutops, they have improved so much in battle strategies and attacks. They have also been a great help in my physical training. My other Pokemon are full of new strength as well. I have not forgotten what Grimdon tried to do to my Piloswine, but he obeys my orders now and I usually listen to his advice. People do not know that I can speak telepathically with my Crobat and with my Kabutops, but they don't need to know.
I still wish that the whole Land of Past incident had never happened, even though it strengthtened me. Maybe the journey to Mossdeep City will give me something else to think about.
Yes, I am still continuing the same plot line as in the Land of Past. Joel III, is still the main character. So basically, even though the Book changes, this is still the part of the same story. The first story was the beginning of a series of these Books. In this Book, I am focusing more in Pokemon catching than the storyline. As you may have noticed, I caught only 4 Pokemon in the first Book, in this one, I am planning on catching at least 5 more. Then I will have the record of most Pokemon caught in a single story.
Enjoy reading this.
The story begins...
PAST AND HISTORY, BOTH HAVE TO BE FORGOTTEN
Pacific Gym, Pacifidlog Town, 4:43 P.M.
"Bloodwound, use your mighty Ancientpower!" I shouted from the bottom of my heart.
The random stones of the gym's floor started rising up in the air slowly. The challenger looked astounded. I looked confident, this should finish him.
"Arcanine, try a Flamethrower on the rocks!" the opponent shouted to his loyal Arcanine who was in a desperate position.
"Not worth it, Michael. Fire attacks won't damage the Ancientpower!" I said arrogantly.
The burning flames hit the stones in the air, but seemed that the rocks just blackened a bit, but stayed in the air. Ready to get blasted.
"Kabutops, release the attack!" I shouted with the joy of winning.
The huge boulders flew towards the poor Arcanine who hit the gym's floor hard after the attack had hit it.
"Gym Leader Joel III wins the match!" a monotoned voice said from somewhere at the ceiling of the gym.
"Good battle, Michael. It was a pleasure to fight against you. I hope to see you again here." I said to the losing challenger of my gym.
The kid left and I was left to be the only one in the gym. I was still thinking about the battle. What could have been improved and what did I do wrong. I slowly sat down on one of the rocks. Scratching my brownish beard I had grown over these two normal years. I had to have some kind of a mark of identification like all the gym leaders usually do. Think about Juan, the leader of Sootopolis Gym, the guy has the style! They usually have a leader name as well. They never use their real names while battling at their gym. Yes, I do have a leader name too, Coraul. Clever, isn't it? Not very original, but tells something about the gym and its water types. It's just too bad I'm still missing a Corsola from my team.
I thought of closing the gym for today and go back home. I'd be leaving Pacifidlog Town in three days from now. I would unfortunately have to close the gym because of my departure or find a trustworthy trainer to keep it open while I'm gone, visiting Mossdeep City for new challenges.
Still the events that happened in the past trouble me. Dremlor...Especially him. Dremlor should be here with me. Or he should be home, in the Land of Past. No, he's not there or here, he's in the place where dead Pokemon go. I was told stories about it when I was only a young boy. They said it is a beautiful place where the Pokemon can live freely with each other. The Mirage Island it is called. No one has ever reached it. Even though they have sent parties of archaeologists and scientists to search for the island at the middle of the ocean. It is supposed to lie between Pacifidlog Town and Ever Grande City, the Pokemon League. Some people say that only trainers with the true inner sight can go there and meet the dead Pokemon and their leader, the Jirachi.
I should still be able to forget about those incidents, with Dremlor and everything else. Otherwise my trip will be a ruined one. I need concentration because the miles to swim will be long. I hope that no storms will occur or I won't get lost at the sea.
This journey will not be forgotten.
The story continues...
THE MORNING THAT NEVER CAME
Eastern Beach of Hope, Pacifidlog Town, 4:45 A.M.
The bright sun loomed behind the blue horizon. Some minor waves were splashing against the rugged beach. The shoreline was rocky and full of pieces of shells. Some of them glittered in the thin sun light. Joel was gazing upon the sea, as if he were looking for something in particular. The greyish clouds were gathering in the East like herds of grey sheep. The peak of Sootopolis Mountain could be seen far away at the sea. Its white top shined brightly at the middle of the ocean. From the place where Joel solemnly stood, you could almost see the Sky Pillar, the lair of rare and powerful Pokemon. Nobody had ever been there.
A well-shaped man was walking now towards Joel. The man had a grey beard and his hair was going grey as well. Anyone could predict that the man was getting old. Still, he looked as if he were a lot more stronger than many of the young surfers the town was famous of. He wore a pair of shorts that were a bit torn from the knees. His upper body was naked. Except the large trident tattoo on his left arm and a silver neclace with a beautiful cross.
"Son, what are you doing here so early? Preparing for the journey?" the old man said to Joel.
"No, I was just looking at the sun rise. One of the miracles of this world that never loses its beauty," Joel said, still gazing at the sea.
The two men stood side to side at the rocky shore. They had some resemblance, both had the same grey, deep eyes and a sligthly downwards curved nose.
"Son, will you promise me something?" the older man asked Joel. He was now too gazing at the horizon.
"Depends on the promise. I can't guarantee everything, father," Joel said back to the man.
"Indeed. Promise me that you will come back," the man said silently. A small tear slid down his left cheek.
"I will, father, I will." Joel said, not knowing that his father was serious.
The grey-haired man left the beach. Joel was alone again. He slowly sat down on the hard rocks. A slight breeze of wind was blowing at the beach, making his longish hair wave in the air. He closed his eyes for a while.
"I will, father, I will."
He wasn't sure whether he could keep that promise. The way to Mossdeep was treachorous, many brave divers that had set off from Pacifidlog or Sootopolis had never made to Mossdeep. Deep trenches, dangerous sea Pokemon, rough weather.
Joel stood up and left the beach. He didn't see the sun rise from behind the horizon.
The story continues...(some lyrics from Millencolin hidden in the text again...)
MEMORIES BEFORE THE BEGINNING OF THE END
The Hill, Pacifidlog Town, 5:56 A.M.
I was standing solemnly on the Hill. The only pine tree this town had stood here, lonely and mighty it was. Nobody knew its real age, but some people estimated it to be around 230 years old. The biggest wonder was that why the lightning never hit it, after all it was almost like a lightningrod on the hill. This place was the memorial pillar for the town's protector, the Relicanth. Nobody had ever seen one, but they were sure of its existence. On the hill, there were also some stones that had some carvings on them. The elderly people, that were about to pass away soon, were transported on the hill and they had to carve their last memories on the stones. Some were ununderstandable, so deep were their meanings. Some had a clear message on their grey stone faces. There was a particular stone that I was keen on. It differed a bit from the others, especially, because I knew whose it was. It was my grandgrand father's last memoir.
When everything is falling,
it is like we both are crawling
around and around again.
Every fight is too long,
every word is too strong
Bound to end it all, but when?
Somehow, I never have understood what it says. I do understand the 'every fight is too long' -part, it meant that he respected death over life. Basically, every life is too long. He tried to tell something about the matters of life and death. The last line clearly says that death will come to everyone, but no one knows when.
"Maybe... I should carve a stone for myself as well. Only God knows when I'll be back, if I'll ever be..."
I took a run down the hill to fetch a grey stone for myself. There was only one place where you could get these special stones, the Carver's house. I ran through the whole town. I like running, it makes you feel good and you get the feeling of overpower somehow. I could already see the stoneshop ahead of me. There was smoke coming out of the small chimney, someone was at least home.
I knocked on the wooden door. Some footsteps could be heard from the inside of the house. A man with large hands and a muscular build opened the door and smiled at me. Apparently Mr. Roughstone was at home.
"Hello, lad! What can I getcha?" the man asked with a Pacific accent.
"Hi, Mr. Roughstone, I was wondering if you could gimme one of those grey memory stones?" I asked him.
"Mm hmm... Quite an odd request you have here, son. For one of your elder relatives, maybe, eh?" Mr. Roughstone asnwered.
"Not exactly. It's for me. I am leaving tomorrow to Mossdeep City as the tradition of the Divers' family and I'm not sure whether I'll come back alive. Please, don't tell this to anyone on the island," I said to the carver.
"Well, my boy, I guess if it's a must. Come on in an' I'll give ya one of muh stones," the large man said.
I went inside the shop after him. We walked between the long rows of stones and I was looking for the right one. A sinking stone.
"Mr. Roughstone, hold on. I found what I'm looking for. Here, take a look," I said.
We stopped and looked at the dark grey stone that had round corners.
"Aye, then. 'Tis this one?" he asked me.
"Yeah, this is the one, thanks for your time and I definately hope to see you again!" I said to Mr. Roughstone and left the shop with a stone in my arms.
I walked back to the Hill and sat down next to the pine tree with carving tool and the memory stone. I sighed and started slowly and calmly carving the dark grey stone on my laps...
The story continues...
ARRIVAL AND DEPARTURE
The Eastern Beach where the divers set off, Pacifidlog Town, 8:08 A.M.(next day)
Everybody seems so happy like they all share something I haven't felt for years.
For long I've tried to just hold on, but now I don't care.
I am closing down my thoughts and fears.
Forgive me, life is cruel.
I am leaving you.
This is what I left behind, carved on my memory stone.
My mother ran down the beach and wrapped her arms tightly around me. She cried. I felt like crying too. Tears started running down my cheeks.
"Mother, I will be back, I promise," I said trying to sound confident.
"I know you will, I know you will. Try your best in everything. I will wait here to see you get out of the water, unharmed and perfectly healthy," my mother said behind her tears. "This is my gift for you for the journey, use it wisely, my son."
She gave me a golden waterproof bottle with ocean blue liquid inside.
"Thank you, mother. Where is my father?" I thanked and asked.
A man was standing on a high cliff behind my back. He raised his hand in the air. I raised mine. The other hand was placed on my heart, he did the same thing. The wave-good-bye of a diver.
I started running towards the ocean on the beach. After some steps my feet already touched the warm and salty oceanwater. I ran in the water until the water reached my chest and then I dived...
A few miles away from the shore of Pacifidlog Town, 12:01 P.M.
The ocean was calm today. There were no larger waves and the weather was clear and fine. I could almost tell that I was somewhere near one of my former favorite resting places, the Lone Rock. It was a simple rock at the middle of the ocean. Propably a peak of an underwater mountain or something. I continued swimming at the same and slow pace. Hopefully I would reach the Lone Rock before the night came, there's no point in swimming in the dark.
I didn't see any random Tentacools or lonely swimmers, neither could I see huge Wailmers or lost divers. It was peaceful here. Some Wingulls were flying over me, as if they were looking for food. They had built nests over the years on the Lone Rock. That's why I liked the place. It was funny to see how the young Wingulls tried to fly for the first time. Yes, it is definately not as cruel as the way Swellows teach their younglings to fly. So basically they don't force them jump off a cliff and fly. Wingulls are more intelligent than people presume. I know that they are weak in battling, but they have brains almost equal to a minor psychic Pokemon.
About how Wingulls learn to fly: To start with, their wings aren't very developed at that young age, so they first have to learn what the wings are for. That's something I still haven't discovered, who teaches them the use of their wings. Usually some elderly Wingulls show the younglings how to fly, just like a teacher shows the students how to write and read. The elders take up some speed on the ground, kick the ground and bounce to the air and start flying. The young basically look and learn. So soon after the elders have set off to a flight, the young Wingulls bounce off the ground, flap their tiny wings and learn the skill of flying.
It was already getting past 3:00 P.M., at least I think so. I would have to take up some speed to reach the Lone Rock before the night, so I did what divers do, I dived to gain speed.
It was always a pleasure to be underwater. My lungs had already been developed to such a strong stage that I could be underwater for almost two minutes. With the help of diver's goggles and an invention of my father, the water proof airbag, I could stay submersed for over 10 minutes. Though, in 10 minutes, you aren't going to find any underwater Pokemon, like Clamperl or Chinchou. But if you would fill up the airbag, the air would be sufficient for hours. Still, the sight was amazing. The coral beds were waving smoothly and some random bright-colored fish were swimming past me.
Finally I dived back up to the surface. Now the Lone Rock was visible so I reached it in time. I had arrived at my first resting place.
The story continues...
KICK THE KRABBY, DON'T KICK THE KRABBY
an indent in a rocky wall, The Lone Rock, 5:47 P.M.
I opened my blue waterproof bag. It was easy to carry it around while swimming, because it was so light. I had only packed fishing gear, some warmer clothes and a little food, eating only fish would get dull after a while. I pulled my mini-rod out of the bag and stepped outside from the little cavern. The weather was clear and a little wind was blowing.
I walked to a rock next to the shore, lenghtened my mini-rod and started to fish. I slowly pulled back the rod and casted it quickly towards the waves. The bait splashed to the water and I pulled it back to the shore. This would take a while... Fishing was usually fun, but if you had to fish for food, then it was a serious activity. You really had to concentrate on it, otherwise you'd end up having an empty stomach. Sometimes not only fish got hooked to the bait, but also some random Pokemon. You'd usually get something like Magikarps or Tentacool, which were stupid enough to get themselves hooked. Both of them were worthless though. Their evolutions are powerful sea monsters, but at their stage, they're just not good. You need to spend so much time on raising them, but people say it's worth it when they evolve into a Gyarados or a Tentacruel. Well, I guess that applies to almost every Pokemon.
I pulled the bait out of the water for the 34th time. Apparently luck wasn't with me today. All I had gotten so far was some random drift wood and sea weed. I casted the bait once again. All I needed was a medium-sized fish, maybe herring or even bream perhaps. I pulled it out of the water again.
"God damn it! This is just stupid!" I shouted, not realizing that I actually said something aloud.
I casted the bait again, this would be the second last time, I promised myself. Something pulled my rod towards the ocean. Propably just drift wood again, because I could see a brownish shape in the water.
"Or, maybe not...This is a fish!"I thought.
I tried to pull it out of the water, but it struggled back. I pulled harder and it practically flew out of the water. It was a smallish salmon! And as everyone knows, salmon is an awesome fish to roast. I took my dagger out of my shorts and sliced the fish's head open, so that it would stop struggling hopelessly. Some blood got spilled on my hands, so I went to shore to was hit off. The warm water washed the dark red blood away and I went back to the place where I left the fish at. Unfortunately for me, it was not there! Someone had stolen it!
"God damn it! Just my freaking luck!" I shouted angrily.
Suddenly I saw a little Krabby with my fish in its pincers. It was quicly walking away from the place where the crime had happened. I was so furious for some reason so I went and kicked the Krabby as hard as I could. Not the smartest move one can do to a Krabby. They are sometimes bad-tempered and get really angry when disturbed at the wrong time. This was definately a wrong time to kick the thing.
Once it had landed hardly on the rocky ground, it stood back up and started furiously pinching around the air.
"Calm down there, little fella... I'm sorry, that just happened to be my fish," I said to the Pokemon.
Apparently it really didn't care, but pinched my left foot so damn hard. The pain was unbearable and I screamed like a 3rd grade girl. I kicked it off of me and threw a Pokeball in the air.
A huge walrus was created out of the Pokeball and it roared once it landed on the ground. Joel's Walrein was against the Krabby threat. Krabby charged at Walrein right away with no second thoughts.
"Just as I feared, it starts out with a Vicegrip attack..."I thought while thinking what attack Walrein should use.
"Walrein, take the hit and counter it with a Body Slam!" I exclaimed.
Krabby piched Walrein from its beard and Walrein roared like there was no tomorrow. Krabby had cut off some of its beard and if that didn't make Walrein angry, then I do wonder what got into him. Walrein slammed itself against the fragile-looking body and Krabby was left under Walrein's body.
Unfortunately Krabby was used to being in tight places like this since it had to crawl under the rocks on this little isle, so it easily slipped from under Walrein's large body. The sly Krabby now knocked my Walrein in the head with a humongous Crabhammer attack. Walrein got knocked hard and it almost fainted, because the hit had made it a bit dizzy. Luckily Walrein cleared its head and was ready to continue the battle with the Krabby.
Not so luckily, Krabby had no time to wait for Walrein to be fighting fit, so it gripped Walrein firmly from the back. Walrein roared of pain again.
"Now, use your Ice Ball attack!" I shouted to Walrein who obeyed and made an icy ball and casted it against the Krabby.
Krabby flew backwards because the hit had been strong, and it would get stronger everytime it hit. Krabby didn't give up though, it furiously tried another Crabhammer on Walrein.
This time I was smarter than the little Krabby.
"Dodge it, Walrein, quickly!" I shouted before Krabby could hit my Pokemon with its evil-looking pincers.
Walrein put its head down a bit and Krabby flew way over Walrein and slammed against the ground.
"Haha ha! Now use Ice Ball again!" I laughed at Krabby who was struggling on the ground.
Walrein casted now an even more powerful Ice Ball attack the the already suffering Krabby on the ground. The freezing blob hit Krabby and crashed against some the rocks with little tunnels. Krabby stood back up and saw a little chance of escaping its doomed fate of being hurt more, so it quickly rushed towards the little tunnels.
"Walrein, Powder Snow to prevent its escape!" I shouted to Walrein before Krabby would make it to the little holes in the rocks.
Walrein blasted a burst of white snow at the poor Krabby who got hit and couldn't even move anymore.
"Awesome, it froze! Now, make sure it stays frozen, Ice Ball!" I said to Walrein.
The blue walrus casted another ball of ice again towards the little crab. Krabby seemed to stay frozen and I decided to go for the chance. I threw a basic Dive Ball at the Krabby, luckily I had two of them on my belt. The Dive Ball sucked Krabby in and started shaking, waiting for Krabby's approval to stay in.
Jack of Clovers
10-18-2005, 02:40 AM
this looks to be another promising story from you. good writing and idea. I wonder what will happen to him along the way...
"...I could stay submarine for over 10 minutes." (I think you mean 'submersed' instead.
I could see it happening. very nice battle.
keep up the good writing and hope to see it continued.
Outcome- Krabby Caught!
The story continues after a long pause...
TIRED OF LIVING LIKE A BLIND MAN
the beach, The Lone Rock, 6:35 P.M.
The ball clicked and closed. Krabby was in and with me. So I went and picked up the Pokeball and put it on my belt. There it was among all the other Pokemon I had with me.
"Hmm, seems like I'm forgetting something...The fish!
I ran and almost jumped to get the fish. It had suffered some little cuts from Krabby's pincers, but it was eatable anyways. I grabbed it and lit a little fire in front of the indent where I would sleep the next night. The fire grew decently large and it was the perfect time to roast the fish with a stick. Such a delicacy, fish n' sticks... Oh well, travellers can't have everything. I stabbed the greyish fish with a sharp stick and started roasting it over the bright fire.
After the meal, I prepared my sleeping gear, made a decent looking bed and took out my pipe. I had started smoking pipe about half a year ago, it's a pleasureable activity on lonely, dark nights.
an indent in a rocky wall, the Lone Rock, 5:30 A.M.
I had put my alarm on a bit too early, but how does the little thing go... Early bird catches the worm. I had no worms to catch to day, neither Pokemon. Today would be a day of swimming.
I packed up quickly, put the fire out, had a quick breakfast consisting of a slice of rye bread which was much more nutritious than normal bread and two glasses of water and after all had been done, I dived.
The water was cold today, apparently it had rained last night. I don't like cold water, but I think it's easier to swim in it than warm water. It somehow makes you want to get out of the water faster so you have to keep on going. My muscles weren't tired of yesterday's swimming, I had already got used to swimming long distances at home. I dived a bit deeper just to check whether the water would be colder down there. My prediction was correct, it was much colder so I had to dive back to surface to warm myself.
Suddenly I saw a shape swimming towards me with a pretty nice speed. It was too slow for a Sharpedo, luckily, but it was definately too fast for a human. I kept swimming towards the creature and it kept swimming towards me. I could now see it more clearly and to my surprise it was a man! I've never seen any of the professional swimmers or divers swim that fast. I'm one of the fastest swimmers in my town, but this guy outsped me easily.
Now he was only a few meters away from me and I thought he would stop to chat or then just swim out of my way. Yes, I was not the one who should make way for him. In the Swimmer's Law, it says that the one with higher proceeding speed should always take others into consideration.
This guy would probably stop to talk with me since he didn't show any signs of changing his course. Then I knew what was going on, this man didn't see where he was going.
He's going to crash against me! was my very first thought.
I totally froze and the man slammed against me with his inhuman speed and knocked me hard in the head.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" I shouted to the swimmer.
The man stopped and answered.
"Sorry, I did not see you."
"How could you not see me when I was right in front of you?" I yelled since my head hurt pretty bad.
"For you to know," the man said "I'm blind."
The story continues....
DIE OR DROWN, A SIMPLE CHOICE
the Ocean, 6:28 A.M.
"Ah, then I understand your reasoning. But what are you doing at middle of the ocean when you're blind? Good man, that is dangerous," I said to the blind man.
"I'm swimming," the man answered quickly and sharply.
I could see that the man was in a fit shape. Even though he was blind, his head was constantly turning around as in search for something. His hair was brownish, but it had some marks of black and natural hair color. So from this I predicted that the man had dyed his hair to cover the black color, maybe for comfortability or some other more mysterious reason. Black-haired men were not among the most popular people at the sea. The man had brown eyes and bushy eyebrows. He was carrying a belt also and he had a pair of black shorts on. There were 4 Pokeballs on the belt with a Kresh dagger* and mini-rod*.
Kresh dagger: a sharp and curvy dagger with two blades instead of one. Used to ward of Sharpedo's attacks and to easily cleave larger fish for food.
Mini-rod: a rod that can be put together so that it will fit into many places. Used when there is only a little room for storage of items.
"Well, I can see that you're swimming, but still, it's dangerous here. A Sharpedo could easily attack you from the behind and tear open your neck before you could say your name," I told to the mysterious man.
He did a quick look at me and his dagger. I noticed something new about the dagger I hadn't noticed the first time I had looked at it; it was stained from dried blood.
"Oh, okay, let's not be hasty. I seem to have underestimated you and your skills," I said quickly.
"Now, I assume you're a diver, you're heading for Mossdeep City, you train Pokemon, you're skilled in martial arts and survival skills, you have a mysterious past and you know something that I should know too, but you're too afraid to tell me that yet," the blind man said like knowing everything about me and my history.
"Wow, you're pretty good at this. Before we talk more, tell me where you are heading," I said.
"Even though it is none of your business, I'll tell you. I'm heading for the underwater entrance of Sootopolis City. I didn't have enough money to fly there by plane and I don't own any flying Pokemon. You intend to follow me?" the man explained and asked.
"No, I intend you to follow me to Mossdeep or at least half way to Mossdeep where you can make your way to Sootopolis City. Fair enough?" I asked.
"Deal done. Now, I need your name and the information," the blind man demanded.
"Fine, but after I've told mine, you tell yours. My name is Joel the III, son of the Great Diver and Coraul, the leader of Pacifidlog Gym. The information you need is that I've heard rumours of a tropical rain storm, a monsoon, heading this way from the South-East. So we must hurry or else we'll die to the amount of rainfall," I explained to the blind man who listened eagerly.
"I knew something was going on. Now, my name is Darin son of Dorn the Bigfisher, the inventor of Diveballs. The information you need now is that if we stay here any longer, we'll drown," Darin said and started swimming.
I followed him.
The story continues...
DARE YOU TO DIVE
the Bardiran Trench, the Ocean, 7:56 A.M.
We had swum for a one and a half hour now. He showed no marks of major tiredness, neither did I, even though my muscles were sore from this huge excersise. All of a sudden, Darin stopped and turned around to me.
"We can stop if you want," he said to me as knowing all.
I was pretty much astounded. Can he read my thoughts or something like that? Oh well, I've seen enough weird things in this world to actually believe that.
"Eh, sure. We could stop now. I have some Rainwater Bottles* if you want one of them also?" I said somehow sounding not sure. Might've been because of the knowledge that this guy might be able to read my every thought.
Rainwater Bottle: a waterproof bottle filled with flavoured rainwater. The salt from the rainwater has been taken out by using special methods of water cleaning. Many water athletes use these drinks because when you're swimming, you get thirsty, but not sweaty, so you don't need any cold drinks to cool down your body. Instead, have some rainwater, your thirst dies away and you feel refreshed. Wow, that really sounded like a salesman...
"Sure I'll have some. I was getting a bit thirsty already," he said happily and grabbed a bottle of rainwater. He drank it quickly empty with long sips. "You know, we are swimming over the Bardiran Trench. You know this trench?"
Of course I knew what it was. I've read whole books about this trench. It's actually one of the deepest trenches in the whole world, no one has ever been at the bottom. There's no knowing what lurks there. Or if anything can lurk there since the pressure is huge down there.
"Yeah, I know it. Why do you ask?" I asked him just to make sure what he was after.
"You wanna go down there? I have two pairs of airbags* with me and I know this place interests you particurarly," Darin said to me grinning to another direction. It's weird to talk to guy who isn't looking straight at you. I know that he knows where I was, but he wants to pretend that he would be much 'weaker'.
Airbag: a bag filled with fresh oxygen for divers to breathe while being underwater. More convenient than oxygen bottles because of it's size and comfortability.
I hesitated for a little while. To go down there with a mysterious and unknown blind man asks for some major trust and confidence. He could easily stab me down there with his dagger and steal my personal belongings.
"Gimme that airbag and I'll race you down there!" I said to Darin and winked.
He threw the airbag to me, I clicked it to my belt and my mouth and dived fast deeper into the Bardiran Trench.
He followed me.
The story continues...
UP, DOWN OR IN?
Southern Caves, the Bradiran Trench, 8:34 A.M.
In the deep waters of the Bardiran Trench, only a few species of Pokemon manage to live. They have developed different methods of survival through evolution and time. Some have gained huge lungs to stand the pressure underwater, some have brought light with them to see the direction they're going to and some Pokemon are powerful enough to stand anything. No one knows about those Pokemon though. To name a few species, without the Diver's Notes this time, I'll say Chinchou, the Pokemon that brings light to the underwater. It has developed a mysterious source of electricity that lights up its 'light bulbs'. Scientists of the sea are still not sure where it gets the electricity from. Another species is Carvanhas. Unlike Sharpedos, their final evolutions, they manage to stand the huge pressure with their strong lungs that are said to be the strongest lungs any Pokemon has. I hope to see at least some Pokemon while down here. The airbag will supply me fresh oxygen for 8 hours and 29 minutes at the moment and that 29 minutes is the time I have to dive back up to the surface.
Darin waved his hand for me to come down to him so we could chat with our watches*. I knew that he was about to tell me something about the Pokemon in these caves, or maybe something about his Pokemon.
The watch: The technologists who explore the seas have developed a way of communiticating underwater besides sign language. They invented a certain type of a waterproof watch system that wil allow the divers to communicate verbally with any other divers within the radius of 10 feet. Basically, you insert a sort of a tube from the watch inside over your mouth and speak. The other diver will hear you by a little underwater antenna. This watch also shows time, temperature and the more expensive models show the weather as well. These communication devices are expensive over all, only the wealthy divers and scientists own these.
I put the tube over my mouth and he did the same.
"You wanted to speak to me?" I asked from Darin.
"In fact, yes. You know that we are in the Southern caves, I assume," he said. I nodded. "Good. Then you probably also know that there is a little myth about these caves?"
Of course I knew about the myth about the Chamber of Relics and the Timeless Hodairon. Maybe I should explain the myth shortly.
Myth I : This myth tells about Hodairon who was once a brave sea traveller. He was a skilled swimmer, diver and archer. One day while he was sailing with his famous ship, Geth, from the area where Mossdeep now is to Sootopolis, he saw some strange whirlpools over this very trench. He sent two men to explore these whirlpools, but they both drowned. Then Hodairon knew that he had to show some courage to his other men and he swam to the whirlpools himself. The whirlpools didn't take Hodairon with them, but a huge fish, probably Relicanth which was common at that time, came from nowhere and bit off his right arm and it had already torn off his feet. Then he drowned, to his own blood. A short while after he had drowned, a fisher on the ship Geth caught his right arm. They say that the fisher threw the arm back to the water because he was so damn scared. So the myth lives nowadays that everytime those whirlpools appear over the Bardiran Trench, all the drowned men will rise from the deeps and avenge the loss of Hodairon.
"Yeah, I know the myth. You intend us to go further into these caves? They look kinda gloomy to me," I said.
"Well, if you're scared...we can do back up, or just continue diving deeper towards the bottom," Darin said annoyingly.
"Fine, let's go!" I said through the tube. Darin had an annoying way of persuading. This way could turn out dangerous later on.
The story continues...
DEEP INTO THE DARKNESS OF BARDIRAN
Southern Caves, the Bardiran Trench, 8:59 A.M.
We had 'agreed' that we would face the long darkness of the Southern Caves of Bardiran. At least these caves had been explored before so there was a little information on them. I know only two things about these caves. They are dark as a starless night with no moon. Other thing is that they are long as Hell. There's still no knowing how long they strech. They better be short enough for our air supplies.
"Hey, Joel! Look, I found another path. There's a slight flow of water here, seems as it would lead us somewhere, I assume," Darin said to through the watch.
That was at least good news. I estimated that we had about 8 hours now to explore what we wanted. I just hope I would see what kind of a trainer this blind guy is. Would be useful information.
We dived with the flow towards the blackness.
the Land of Past, no time specified
Dark clouds of a strong storm were gathering over the Forest of Silence. Everything was silent except the booming lightning bolts that cracked the sky open. The trees had to bend because of the blowing wind that blew through the whole forest. A raging storm was forming. The cause of it was unknown to Ashgaroth, it could've been just the forces of nature against the Land of the Past, or someone could've summoned a storm to hit the land hard.
"Bregod, fetch me the Watcher!" Ashgaroth exclaimed to a Kabuto rolling around nearby.
After a short while, a different Pokemon came. It had sharp eyes and claws. Anorith the Watcher was ready to chech out the problem.
"What has caused this storm? What do your eyes see?" Ashgaroth asked Bregod.
The Anorith concentrated its view on the storm. Its eyes could reach deeper ino the secrets of this storm than normal eyes could. He could see the eye of the storm, not the physical eye, but the eye of the storm's creator. This eye belonged to a Lugia.
Southern Caves, the Bardiran Trench, 9:12 A.M.
The flow had taken us to a little underwater lake with a island at the middle of it. This surprised me actually. Just to see a lake underwater. I had seen underground lakes, but underwater... What on Earth was this?...
Well, Darin apparently knew everything because he started explaining.
"You know, technically, we're not underwater anymore. I would assume that this is actually an underground lake and that little flow was a tiny river thats leads to this cave with this lake. Let's go explore that little island over there!" he explained and exclaimed.
I swam after him towards the the little isle through the whole lake. He truly was a fast swimmer.
The little island was mainly formed of granite. A rare stone type that is mostly used on some sculptures and statues. The cave itself looked dark, like all caves usually do. The shore of this isle was full of little granite pebbles that had be smoothened by the waves splashing to the beach. We walked to the entrance of the cave and started to wonder who the heck we would get any light to see through that darkness.
"Hmm, luckily I took Abra with me. He can use the ability, Flash, that lights up even the darkest caves and holes. Did you know that Abra is blind too?" Darin was surprisingly smart.
The story continues...
NO WAY OUT, IN OTHER WORDS TRAPPED
the Chamber of Relics, the Southern Caves, the Bardiran Trench, 10:43 A.M.
With the bright light of Abra's Flash ability we traveled deeper into the small cave. There were blocks of rocks right next to the little passage way we walked. I could already see the end of the short passage. There was a strange wall with some weird carvings on it. Looked like they were some kind of symbols or markings. They were in a logical order, but I couldn't see them clearly yet. We walked closer to the wall.
"What do you think that these symbols are?" Darin asked me all of a sudden. He knew that I was thinking about the symbols.
"Don't know, yet. I think that they are some kind of an ancient writing," I said back to him.
I started moving my pointing finger over the mysterious symbols. Someone had been here before us so this wasn't really a discovery. I could tell that from the dustiness of these symbols. They weren't dusty at all so someone must've done the same thing I was doing now. But unfortunately, there were no signs of any other discoveries. I looked around and saw that this wall was surrounded by these blocks of stone. They were in a perfect semi-circle. Every block had a carved line in front of them and the carving led over the cavern's floor all the way to the wall we were standing in front of. If you would pour water on one of the lines, the water would flow to the wall.
"This place has a strange feeling inside it. Do you feel it? I think we should leave now. Besides' it's so dark in here," Darin said to me quickly and sounding extremely uneasy.
"Hmm, indeed. There's a stange feeling here. Feels so very...old. Maybe we should leave this place, I mean, there's nothing here left to discover. People have been here before, they searched this place in and out and maybe found what they were looking for, maybe they didn't," I said really quickly. This place was starting to creep me out too because I noticed that the blocks were actually ancient tombs, in which a man could fit in.
"Ok. Let's go!" Darin said and started walking fast towards the exit.
Then it hit me.
"Darin, stop!" I shouted and he obeyed and stopped right at the place where he was walking at the moment.
"What?! Come on, let us go!" he said strongly.
"No. You just said that it was dark in here. How the heck do you know that it's dark in here? Aren't you blind or something because..." I was more cunning than this guy imagined.
"This isn't the right place to argue about stupid stuff like that. Now, come on!" he quickly put between my words.
"No, I want to clear this out. So please, tell me, how did you know that it's dark in here," I said, the inner me was grinning widely.
"I never knew it was dark in here, I just...assumed! Yeah, that's right! I assumed that it was dark," he said sounding so unconfident.
"That's about the lamest excuse I've ever heard from anyone!" I almost shouted and laughed. "Now, tell me the real story."
Suddenly, I heard a booming noice. As if two hard and huge objects had collided together.
"What was that?" we both asked at same time and looked even more scared now. After all, we just had forgotten where we actually were.
"Let's go check out the entrance now. I'll tell you later," Darin said and made his way to the entrance/exit.
I totally agreed and followed him.
The entrance had been slammed close. There was a huge stone wall now instead of an open entrance. We were trapped.
"God damn it! We're done now. There's no way out!" Darin started panicing.
"I'm not so sure about that," I said and kneeled down, exploring the floor of the cave even more interested than before.
"Oh come on, you're making me furious being so calm and all!" Darin screamed at me.
"Don't complain, but help me search the floor for something unusual or interesting," I commanded him.
"Eh, I think your knees are right on top of that unusual thing..." Darin said and went totally silent.
"Now, what's this?..." I wondered.
There were bones of a human right next to my feet, the bones were stained with gravel and blood.
The story continues...This is a pretty short chapter so...
SILENCE IS MORTAL
the Chamber of Relics, the Southern Caves, the Bardiran Trench, 11:36 A.M.
"Darin... God damn it! This place is freaking scaring me out!...Ok, I'll try to calm down..." I said when I saw Darin staring at me.
"Ok, let's summarize this," Darin said trying to calm down as well. "We're underground, the only entrance is underwater, in a deep trench, we're in a little cave, the exit is shut, there are bones, blood and tombs. Also some marks of former presence of people."
"I'll add to that. There's only a slight chance that we'll get rescued by other people, we are all alone, we don't trust each other, you own a weapon, we both have strong Pokemon," I listed.
"And the only thing I'm scared about now is those...bones," Darin added. "And this...there's not a sound besides our voices."
We both went quiet and started listening for any random noise or voices. There was only an immortal silence. Darin shook his head, probably because he heard nothing. I had heard nothing either, only our fast-paced breathing and some randon scratches that Darin made with his moving feet. Everything was silent.
We stood there for approximately 20 minutes, still and silent. I was thinking about a way out, and so was probably Darin because he knew what I was thinking about.
All of a sudden, a booming and low voice cracked the ground open right before us, breaking the silece. The little lines had bursted alot bigger. Darin screamed and I shouted because of a searing pain. A two-spiked spear had just pierced my left foot and blood was running as a river on the ground. The darkish red blood started following the deepened cracks right in front us, the cracks that led to the wall at the end of the passage way.
Finally the blood reached the wall running through the narrow lines on the cavern's floor. I was about to faint because I had lost some major blood. The pain was unbearable, and that fake of a blind man wouldn't do a freaking thing to help me. He just stared at some random wall. I had no idea what wall though.
"Jo-Joel...The...the wall...It's...open...." Darin mumbled to me.
"I don't freaking care! Open the god damn medikit and stop the blood loss!" I yelled at him, sounding more furious than ever.
"Oh...ok...right..." Darin said sounding still astounded. He quickly opened the medikit on my belt and took out some bandages and long needles to close the wound.
The bandages and needles made the pain unstandable and I apparently fainted because I have no knowledge of the next few hours...or was it days?
The story continues...
WHAT YOU DESIRE IS YOUR DREAM
unknown location, unknown time
The white-headed waves were splashing against the craggy cliff I was standing on. The sun had just set behind the bright red horizon and I was gazing at the miraclous sea. The ocean will never loose its wonderful beauty. Natural wonders make this world beautiful and a wonderful sight for the eyes of any living creature.
"Son, do you want to go home now? It's getting late and you've been training actively today," my father asked softly.
Eyes with tears on them looked at my father, as if they knew what was really going on.
"I'll come home with you, papa, under one condition," a 9-year-old boy sobbed.
"And what might that be, son?" my father asked with a rather questioning look on his face. Almost looked as if he were amused by this comment of mine.
"You...have to promise me something. Promise me that Swinub will not die," I bursted into tears.
My father went more serious now.
"Ah, this is what it was about. Sorry, son. I cannot guarantee your Swinub's fate, neither can I fortell anything. I hope it won't die, but if it will, there's nothing you can do about it and there's nothing you can do for it now either," my father told me calmly and coldly. This was not the way to treat a young child.
The boy ran away crying and his bright tears fell on the rocky downhill of the cliff. The father looked after him and shook his head. His brown, long hair waved among the slight wind. His neatly shaved beard made him look like a strong-minded person. His body was young. His son was young as well.
Chamber II, Chamber of Relics, the Bardiran Trench, 4:32 P.M.
"Dude, seriously! Wake up! God damn it!" a lost voice shouted to my left ear and strong arms shook my fragile body.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw nothing. That was definately a weird feeling, to keep your eyes open and see nothing.
"Wheew, you're alive," Darin, who had been the voice, sighed and sat down, or at least it sounded like it.
"Darin, where are we? Why is it so dark in here? What happened?!" I asked confused.
"I assume that we are in the deeper Chamber of the Chamber of Relics, I pulled you with me through the opened wall and made sure we were both safe. Your blood opened the door! And dude, it's definately not dark in here, all these little...pieces of light have lit up the whole chamber. There's a little pond ath the middle of the chamber and pretty sweet-looking carvings on the wall. They even have Unouns on them. And then there's at huge monument in front of the lake, it has a little plate with text on it. But yeah, what's your problem, Joel? Open your eyes and check it out," Darin explained.
"My problem? I'm blind," I said.
The story continues...and yes, you guessed right, I'm gonna try and capture a Pokemon in these next two chapters.
SUCCESS IS THE KEY TO VICTORY
Chamber II, Chamber of Relics, the Bardiran Trench, 4:45 P.M.
We stared at each other. You can imagine two blind men staring each other into the eyes, pointless? Quite indeed, unfortunately though, Darin wasn't really blind. Still, neither he spoke anything, neither did I. We just stared at each other.
Suddenly, Darin said something:"Joel, what the Hell can we do now?"
I had no clue so I just shook my head and tried to look at the ground.
"Ok, let's go check out the monument you talked something about. I mean, come on, how can I get blind so quickly and all? Just not possible, is it? Shouldn't it take more time than this to get blind? I don't want to be blind, I want to heal, Darin!" I started loosing my temper and sanity. Like my father used to say: temper is the only thing that you can't get rid of by loosing it.
"Hey, calm down. You're okay. It's this place that did that, you shouldn't really be blind. Let's just go and check out the monument," Darin tried to calm me down.
"Fine, which way is it since you can see so well...?" I asked Darin sarcastically.
"True, I haven't been able to see like this for ages. I lost my sight when I was 5 years old. Imagine living most of your life without seeing anything. It's a new world that opens to you when you actually can see again. I cried while you where unconscious just because I was so happy. There are no words enough in this world to describe how glad I was, and still am," Darin told me with his eyes filled with glittering tears of happiness that I couldn't see. "It's this way, follow me."
We walked to the monument and Darin started exploring the statue right away. I could only feel the sharply-shaped corners and the carvings on the little stone plate.
"Tell me what it says on this little plate and describe me this monument," I told Darin, maybe a tad too rudely.
"Hmm, the statue itself resembles some sort of a key, it has four differently shaped stones sticking out on each of its sides, pointing out North, South, East and West. In the middle, there's a little hole, but there's nothing in it. About the plate, I have simply no clue what it says on it, but I do recognize a word from the old language of Sootopolian; the word edromium. It means the word 'energy' in our language," Darin explained with an interesting accent on the foreign word. He had been studying the language.
"I see... Can you read any other words from it?" I asked, trying to reveal something.
"Eh, actually, to tell you truth, I can read the whole plate. It's quite interesting actually," Darin said sounding a bit embarrassed.
As soon as you are fading I will grow.
I cannot feel you, you cannot see me.
We are both lacking energy,
we both lost what we once had.
You got me up against the wall
and I am only waiting for your fall.
"That's how it goes? I see some strange resemblance here..." I said, not knowing what the little poem meant.
"So do I. Something will grow when...we fade. It can't feel us and we can't...see...Wow... It knows that you lost your sight and I gained mine, so basically, we both lost what we once had, I lost my blindness and you lost your sight. It says clearly something about the wall we went through..." Darin's voice faded to the shadows.
"There's something waiting for us in the darkness of that little pond and I have no clue what it is, and I don't know if I even want to have a clue because..." my words were suddenly interrupted by a huge splash at the pond which caused the dark water to flood over the pond's edges.
"What the...?" Darin was confused too.
Now I could already see what was coming out of the pond, something that I never would've have expected, a Relicanth, the protector of Pacifidlog Town. We had entered it's lair and disturbed it's peace that had probably lasted for hundreds of years. There was no way out of this chamber, there was only the most desperate option left, to fight.
"Joel! This thing is way beyond our skills of battling!" Darin shouted through the booming noise that the blackish water made and the low roaring voices that the Relicanth made.
"I know. Do what you want, but I greatly wish to fight this beast with you, Darin," I told him.
Darin hesitated for a while.
"Joel...I think that I'll try to escape. We can't handle it, you should come with me, let's go, now!" Darin commanded strictly.
"No, I can't even move that fast because of this freaking wound in my leg! Either you fight with me or tell this monstrosity to slaughter me straight away!" I shouted back at him.
Darin didn't know what he should decide.
"Hmm, I don't know whether I should do this but, go Quarashi!" Darin shouted and threw a Pokeball in front of the enormous Relicanth. The ball revealed the most famous kicking Pokemon ever, Hitmonlee.
"Yeah! Let's go Grimdon!" I shouted with the joy of battling and sent out the deceptive Crobat.
"To have a successful battle, you must win it." is what the Great Diver used to say to me.
The story continues...
PLANS TO DESTROY, PLANS TO PREVENT
Chamber II, Chamber of Relics, the Bardiran Trench, 5:23 P.M.
The Relicanth Protector of Pacifidlog Town had no time to wait so it attacked straight away with a trashing Rock Slide against both of our Pokemon. Crobat was in a weak situation because rock type attacks were strong against flying type Pokemon.
"Quarashi, block the attack from hitting the Crobat with your Hi Jump kick!" Darin shouted quickly.
The Hitmonlee jumped high in the air and hit most of the rocks falling towards Crobat away, but it got hit itself and slammed against the ground. Luckily its limber feet prevented it from getting any real damage.
"Good. Thanks, Darin! Now, Grimdon, attack the Relicanth with a Confuse Ray! Darin, I've got a plan," I shouted to Crobat and told to Darin. "I'll confuse it, it might hurt itself or just stay paralyzed in it's confusion so you'll have time to pack a nice attack with your Hitmonlee."
Darin nodded while Crobat was beaming some supersonic rays at Relicanth. He sure did have a nice plan up his sleeve.
"Now Quarashi, start loading for a Focus Punch!" Darin shouted with enjoyment.
I knew that Relicanth would try it's hardest to concentrate and not to hit itself or anything like that. Relicanth was preparing an attack, I didn't know what it was but it looked intimidating.
"Now, release the Focus Punch!" Darin told his Hitmonlee in a strong tone.
Hitmonlee aimed its hard fist at the Relicanth and jumped towards it with the huge bouncing power it had in its legs. It whacked its carefully focused punch against Relicanth's rock-hard skin and the monster Relicanth just wobbled a bit in its lake.
"Wow, how's that possible?" I wondered. It was apparently strong, really strong.
"Okay, Grimdon, we need to poison that beast! Use your Poison Fang attack!" I shouted to Grimdon, not knowing where it was though.
"Grimdon, while battling that Relicanth, keep a mean eye on Darin and his Pokemon," I told Grimdon telepathically. This was the best way to prevent Darin's escape plans or something like that he might have in his mind.
"Understood, Joel," Grimdon said back and glared at the Hitmonlee to prevent its escape with a Mean Look.
Grimdon suddenly took up an inhuman speed and bit the Relicanth in the forehead. Its viciously sharp fangs drilled deep inside the hard skin of the overgrown ancient fish. Deep purple toxic dripped out of the Crobat's teeth and invaded the flesh of the victim.
The Relicanth roared in a really low voice, almost too silent to hear. Apparently the toxic poison had some effect on it and angered it. It slammed itself on the edges of the lake and caused the ground to shake and rumble. Hitmonlee fell down on the ground because it lost its balance. The ground trembled under my feet and I took a leap away from the trembling and accidentally slammed against the wall and knocked my head on it.
"Aww man...Darin, lift up your Hitmonlee and do something, I have to take a little break..." I shouted to Darin and sat down and held my head to stop the pain.
Darin took up the order and told his Hitmonlee to kick itself in the air from the ground and try a Rolling Kick on the ancient fish.
Unfortunately for Darin and his Hitmonlee, the fish was alot smarter than they thought. Relicanth smoothly pumped up some mud from the bottom of the lake and there was no clear vision of where it was. Now Hitmonlee had to stop and wait for the Mud Sport to calm down.
Darin could now see that the mud was clearing out but it was too late. The Relicanth knew it had a chance now and it dived deeper into the little lake, it meant for us to follow it.
The story continues...
I CAME, I SAW, I CONQUERED
the Chamber Lake, Chamber of Relics, the Bardiran Trench, 6:00 P.M.
Me and Darin dived into the lake about 30 minutes ago and traced Relicanth to its lair underwater. This is where we would bring down the beast and capture it, there was no turning back now.
Darin's Hitmonlee was too tired to continue battling so I told him to choose carefully another Pokemon before we would enter the cavern. Darin nodded as a sign that he had made his choice. I wasn't going to use Grimdon either, it was time for some freezing action.
Relicanth's Lair, the Chamber Lake, Chamber of Relics, the Bardiran Trench, 6:00 P.M.
We came the cave through the entrance the Relicanth had made for itself. The cavern seemed to be normal, or at least normal compared to what we had already experienced. The walls were plain rock, the roof of the cave was rocky as well, same goes for the floor. It felt like I had just swum into a another presence. So alike were all the directions that I couldn't tell where the right wall was, or as a matter of fact, I could only tell that we were in the middle of the cave.
I spoke to Darin through the watch:
"Darin, what do you think we should do? There's no problem if your Pokemon is either Flying or Water type, but if it isn't..."
"My Pokemon is Grass type. I thought it would be smart because that Pokemon is definately Water type," Darin said to me.
"So, looks like I'll have to battle all alone against this beast. Luckily you already tired it out with your Hitmonlee," I told him and thanked him for what he had already accomplished in the battle.
"... ..." Darin couldn't even start what he was saying before the Relicanth charged at us with a speed that does not belong to an enormous fish Pokemon like Relicanth.
I quickly sent out Walrein to protect us. Walrein blasted out of its Pokeball and saw the danger coming right at us.
I pointed the Relicanth to Walrein and noticed that something else had also happened while we were underwater. It felt so natural that I didn't even notice it at first. I actually saw the Relicanth, I had gained my eye sight again.
Walrein realized that I was out of my mind for a second so it had to do something without me commanding it. Relicanth was now too close for us to escape so Walrein had to sacrifice itself and do a Body Slam against the massive Relicanth. The two sea Pokemon hammered against each other, and as anyone could predict, Walrein wasn't strong enough so it flew through the water and slammed against the rocky walls, or roof or floor...Relicanth seemed unbeateable again.
I pointed Walrein to use Yawn attack so we would gain some freetime while the ancient protector would be asleep again.
Again, the Relicanth was too cunning, it used Yawn itself as well to make my Walrein sleepy as well. Luckily though, I could switch my Walrein out of the game, but Relicanth would have to stay in for as long as I would either win, or it would win.
I pulled out a Pokeball and withdrew Walrein inside it. It was now time to send out the real deal, Huntail. It was a beast in the water and gained a great amount of speed while in the water.
Huntail quickly took a battle position once it was freed from the Pokeball. The danger it was facing now was far bigger than any opponents before.
I pointed Huntail to use Crunch on the Relicanth. Huntail charged at Relicanth with its sharp fangs pointed towards Relicanth's head. Once it was close enough to the Relicanth, it bit the fish on the forehead with a crushing force behind the bite. The Relicanth roared in a striking pain and made some underwater waves with its extemely low, but powerful voice. Huntail couldn't hold on to its position and it had to swim among the waves and eventually crashed against the rock at the sides of our little arena.
Once Relicanth was done with the pain from the Crunch attack, it started slowly falling asleep. I could see its eyes closing once in a while and its swimming started slowing down.
I quickly pointed Huntail to use Scary Face attack so that we could make it slow as a tortoise.
Huntail understood the command and went close the snoozing Relicanth and made such an expression that I had hard to time watch it do it.
Now Relicanth was tired, slow and ready to fall fast asleep. Then I would make my final strike, Huntail's overpowered Hydro Pump.
I swam to Darin and spoke to him through the watch:
"Darin, I'm close to beating this thing up, make sure we have an easy way out once I've captured him. I don't want to run into anymore troubles once this beast is in my Pokeball. We have to get out of this place then," I told him and he nodded as a sign of acception.
While I was talking with Darin, the Relicanth had fallen asleep, but I couldn't see my Huntail anywhere. I looked to every single direction, but Huntail was lost.
"What the hell? What's this`now?"
Then I saw movement inside Relicanth's mouth. The bastard had eaten my Huntail! I swam to the mouth and tried opening it, too heavy. I waved for Darin to come and help me. He swam next to me and we both lifted the upper jaw to get Huntail free from its deadly prison. Then it pretty much blasted open and a huge pressure of water came right at us. Huntail had used Hydro Pump inside the mouth to get out, it had probably been in such a panic.
"Hmm, good..." I thought while swimming with Huntail's Hydro Pump.
I pointed Huntail to do the final strike and it obeyed. A huge underwater wave crashed against the ancient, sleeping giant.
I took out my one of my Diver's Balls and threw it through the dark water. It sucked the Relicanth in and started wildly spinning in the water...
11-15-2005, 06:29 PM
Jack, you had better pay me well for this, this is the longest story I've ever seen :tongue:
Story: One word: Unbelievable. That's about all I can say to describe this.
Grammar/Spelling: I would've preferred to see a bit less in such a great story. A few typos here and there...
Detail: Wonderful descriptions. Probably the best I've ever seen. Well done.
Reality: Well, even though I loved the story, I don't think I could see this happening much in real life, but most of it could though.
Battle: Not much to say about this, except that it was of good length and rich in details. Nicely fought.
Outcome: Relicanth captured!
Tips: Keep up the good work :wink:
The story continues once again...
YOUR FAITH IS TO DIE
The land of Past, time unknown
The Cave of Past started to crumble down. Panic was in the air. Havoc.
"We must leave, NOW! Come out of the cave!" Ashagaroth shouted telepathically to all the habitants of the Cave of Glaciers and the Cave of Past.
Ashagaroth was standing in front of the main entrance, looking at the sky and the cave. They were both cracking and rumbling, booming and hammering. The earth started shaking under his strong feet, the Pokemon of the cave were making their way out of the cave. The cave would be completely destroyed in a few minutes, no one could do nothing. Ashgaroth himself couldn't do anything, neither could Dremlor, he was dead. There was no Bloodwound, Joel III had captured him. There was no Joel III, he had died with Dremlor but his body was never found. There was no Quuenagh, no Grimdon, no Hygrad, no Udanon. There was nobody. None of those were the reason to this chaos though; the reason was the Protector of the caves, he had left his chamber.
Underground Chamber, Southern Caves, Bardiran Trench, 8:30 P.M.
"Aaaah! Finally, fresh air!" Darin shouted and took a deep breath.
I took off my diving suit and goggles, as well as the watch. I placed them on a stone nearby. I put on my regular swimming shorts, torn from the knees and ripped a bit from the back. I put my silvery necklace around my neck, bearing a shiny cross. I attached my Pokeballs firmly to my belt, explored my pockets and organized everything.
"Joel, stop," Darin told me.
"What?" I snapped at him.
"Nothing... Just, calm down. We still need to get outta here, dude," Darin tried to calm me down.
The reason I was frustrated was because there was something wrong with these caves. maybe it was caused by the missing of the Relicanth. I had been such a fool to capture the Protector of Pacifidlog Town. Well, I hope its just a story...
"Ready to get the Hell out of here, Darin?" I asked him and grinned. I was ready with my stuff after some serious organizing.
Darin didn't say a word but nodded as a sign of approval. We started to walk on the narrow edges of the pathway in front of us. Yes, we were lost.
When we had left the chamber where Relicanth was, we found a path that led us here, to the Southern Caves. These caves weren't as explored as the other ones, but I still had a decent picture of where we were going. This way should lead us to an exit.
Suddenly, my right foot slipped of the edge of the narrow pathway. I fell down and had to grab the edge with my both hands so I wouldn't fall off the path down to the water.
"Don't look down, Joel," Darin told me and swiftly grasped my hands and lifted me up.
I struggled to get over the edge again but I managed. After the incident, I had to sit down for a few seconds.
"Joel, you allright?" Darin asked me concerned.
"Yeah, I am..." I sighed.
"The drop would've been nasty. The cliff is around 30 meters in height and those sharp rocks down there don't look too welcoming either. If you would've fallen, you'd probably be d..."
"Shut your mouth!" I snapped at Darin.
We both went silent. I rose up and we kept on walking on the pathway, muted.
ALL FALLS DOWN EXCEPT THE THINGS THAT FLY
Southern Caves, Bardiran Trench, 10:41 P.M.
I noticed that we had only 2 hours and 5 minutes of air left. Better hurry up.
"Darin, we don't have too much air in our air bags. Do you know any other passages that would lead us back to the surface, or at least that way. We've been walking horizantally for ages, not even a downhill, or the other way. up," I told Darin.
"Yeah, I noticed the lack of air too but didn't dare to talk to you about it..." he rolled his eyes. "But anyways, I have no clue where we are. I don't know any other passages. It is just surprising to me how there is no water here. The water level is low."
"Damn...Yeah, I noticed the same too. Something must be blocking the way of the water to this passage," I wondered. "So, should we keep on going further on this path or find another one?"
"I think we should keep going. At least we'll discover the reason why there is no water here, before the air runs out and we d..." Darin was interrupted by my glare.
I didn't like it when he talked about death all the time. I found it frustrating because I had promised my parents to come back alive.
"Let's just go, ok?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure. No, wait! Can you ride any of your Pokemon comfortably?" Darin asked me a surprising question.
"Why, yes. Oh! I wouldn't have thought about that myself! Good job, Darin," I exclaimed. "Go, Bloodwound, come out of your Pokeball!"
I sent out my Kabutops and hopped on its back.
"Let's ride, Bloodwound," I whispered him.
Darin threw a Pokeball in the air and it opened in the air and the empty ball landed on darin's hand.
I was confused, where did the Pokemon fall?
Suddenly, a large Pokemon with leaves all over it landed on the narrow pathway, causing it to shake. Tropius.
"This is the Grass type Pokemon I was talking about, my Trope!" Darin said proudly and jumped on the back of his Pokemon.
The travelling was now alot more easier. We had probably journeyd miles in the underwater or underground tunnels, following the same pathway. Darin was flying with his Tropius and me and my Kabutops ran underneath them. Once in a while I looked up to chech whether Darin was still over me, he was everytime I did check. He was apparently doing the same because sometimes our eyes met and we both quickly looked back to our Pokemon's back.
After an hour or so we saw the reason why the water level was so low.
There was a humongous wall of boulders, huge boulders. It had fallen out of the roof of the cave, or maybe from the surface. All the boulders were in a big pile, blocking the waterway.
"Come on, let's go explore the wall!" Darin shouted from the air.
Right after Darin had shouted, a Wingull, with a little twig in its mouth, flew right in front of our eyes, we were close to the exit .
THE STONE COLD ISLANDS, THE ISLANDS WITH STONES
Stone Cold islands, near the Bardiran Trench, 11:20 P.M.
The night was clear and you could see all the stars and constellations shining brightly in the deep blue sky. Little waves were splattering against the rocky beach of the little island we were on. Me and Darin were sitting on the beach, smoking pipe. The white smoke floated peacefully through the air.
"Darin?" I said quietly, gazing at the sky and blowing smore rings.
"No need to, Joel. I'm thankful for the things you did as well," Darin said as if he had read my mind again. This time, I didn't care to ruin the moment, the silent moment.
We just sat still.
Stone Cold islands, near the Bardiran Trench, 6:43 A.M.
The sun had risen up, shining brightly, it woke up the two young men sleeping on the beach of the Stone Cold Islands. The islands consisted of three or four separate isles. They were all rocky, had no vegetation and seemed like nothing else lived here either. The weird thing was that the stones on these islands were cold to touch. That's why some Pokemon used the cliffs to cool themselves.
This time, a little party of weird looking Pokemon were standing in a circle on the highest cliff. The Pokemon looked like a bunch of little orange coloured hats.
"Hey, Darin! What Pokemon are those?" I asked Darin.
"Hmm, I think they're Snorunts. They're Ice type Pokemon who can often be found in the fridges of poor people who can't afford locks to their freezers or fridges. They can withstand a temperature of -60 C, which equals about -25 in the Fahrenheit scale. Tough little buggers if you ask me," Darin told like a real Pokedex.
"Hmm, one of those wouldn't be such a bad addition to my team. Besides, I've still got some Pokemon who aren't hurt at all. Let's go and climb up the cliff to reach those ice hats!" I exclaimed and started walking towards the cold cliff.
AN EARLY WINTER
Stone Cold islands, near the Bardiran Trench, 6:43 A.M.
We crept up the cliff quietly so we wouldn't scare off the Snorunts. Unluckily, one of the smaller ones noticed our miserable try of sneaking up them. The little Snorunt started running around and pointing at us. We had to stand up to make ourselves look more intimidating so the little Snorunts would know that we're nothing to mess with.
Apparently they really didn't care what we were because they started just slowly walking away.
"Hey, stop!" I shouted at them.
Most of them just kept going except for one little icehat. It grinned at us and even a rookie trainer could see that this Snorunt was up for a battle.
"Let's see how icy this'll get...Go Bloodwound!" I shouted and threw the Pokeball of my Kabutops in the air.
This Snorunt was a smart one. Right when my Kabutops appeared out if its Pokeball, the Snorunt attacked with a raging Crunch attack. It strategically aimed for Kabutops' middle body where it was the weakest. Kabutops fell to the ground straight away and slammed its head against a sharp rock. The clever just smiled arrogantly because its plan had worked wonders.
"Kabutops, let's start out with a Rain Dance!" I planned on strategizing as well. This would be a true battle of masterminds.
Kabutops raised its mantises up in the air and roared. First, nothing happened so I automatically started wondering whether something had gone wrong. My save came before I finished my thoughts, a booming shower of rain hit the island. It wouldn't last too long so I would have to fast.
"Kabutops, now Slash the Snorunt!" I commanded.
Kabutops took a few long leaps towards the icy Snorunt who knew what Kabutops had in mind and blasted a layer of Spikes from its mouth. The spikes were stylishly arranged right in front of Kabutops' path and it stepped right on them. You know the outcome...
"Avoid the Spikes by using your mantises as feet!"
Bloodwound jumped on its "hands" and easily jumped over the spikes.
"Good, now Slash!" I shouted through the rain.
Kabutops loaded its hit and slammed its left mantis against the little icy bugger which flew a couple meters backwards and landed painfully on the ground.
Now the Snorunt was up for some serious power since it started mumbling some language I knew nothing about. The rain started moving away and a cold wind started moving towards the islands...
NEVER SAID IT
Stone Cold islands, near the Bardiran Trench, 7:12 A.M.
The blizzard was coming in close. I could already feel the freezing wind.
"Quickly Kabutops! Hide! or something..." I mumbled when I saw that he couldn't hide anywhere on this blank cliff.
The Snorunt strategically placed itself so that the Blizzard wouldn't hurt it because, well, it has summoned it. The freezing blizzard hit the cliff area and Kabutops was thrown down to the ground. It had to struggle so it wouldn't freeze right there.
"Hang in there Kabutops!" I shouted from the distance since I didn't want to freeze.
Finally, after some excruciating minutes, the blizzard calmed down and the battle area was visible again. Kabutops had stood back up and was able to continue the fight, Snorunt, on the other hand, was grinning widely and had barely been damaged. Strange how such a small thing could give such an opposion to a Pokemon like Kabutops.
"Hit it with another Slash!" I shouted quickly.
This time Snorunt was just plainly too slow and couldn't avoid being hit. Bloodwound slashed it right in the face and it screamed like the Hell had rosen from the deeps.
It didn't give up though, instead it answered the Slash with a quick Crunch attack. Kabutops fell to the ground, holding its face.
"Now Kabutops! Rise up and summon the Ancient Power with the power unspeakable of!" I told my Kabutops in a slow voice, dramaticing the sequence a bit.
Kabutops slowly stood back up and pointed its clean mantises towards the blue sky. It started to speak in the old language of the Land of the Past, shifting the tone it was speaking in from deep growls to high shrieks. The cliff started crumbling apart and the little Snorunt looked astounded and extremely scared. The rocks that had been separated from the cliff rose up in the air and floated there, shaking from side to side.
"Release the attack!"
The boulders flew towards the Snorunt who couldn't even think about any options it would've had. The boulders crashed at Snorunt, causing the cliff to be covered in smoke.
I could only see Kabutops' gleaming eyes in the thick smog. I had no knowledge of the Snorunt so I deciced to do a little trick since the smoke would not come back for a while.
"Kabutops, return!" I pulled out Kabutops' Pokeball and withdrew him.
"Let's capture this fella..." I thought while throwing a Pokeball in the smoke. There was no knowing whether the ball would come back filled with a Snorunt, empty or would it come back at all...
12-26-2005, 11:31 AM
Oh my god.....Jack....longest story ever should equal high grading pay! ANyway IT you've been waiting for a grader so ya here I go.
Story: Nice, LONG! But, nice. I enjoyed it and it was good.
Plot: Well thought out. It had a point and stuck to it.
Reality: Some I could see happen, some I couldn't. It was still good though.
Grammer/Spelling: Nothing major, so no complaints.
Detail: Best part, this stoy's detail was great. Possibly the best I've read here.
Battle: Good Battle, evenly matched.
Outcome: Snorunt captured! Nice story IT.
It was an honor grading this story IT.
Treasure Hunter's Hut, the Eastern Shore, Mossdeep City, 4:56 P.M.
NEW CITY, NEW PEOPLE, NEW CHALLENGES
Mossdeep City. A city of seas. A city of rocket science. A city of long beaches. A city of rocky shores. A city of Psychic pokemon. A city of mystery. My goal. My accomplishment. My success.
Darin and I shook hands. It was a long shake, but a deserved one. He had guided me through the treachorous ocean with honor. He had been a loyal companion whose trust I gained. He had been the man in danger and the man who saves the day.
We stopped shaking our hands because both of us noticed that we had been doing that for a while already. There was a little moment of embarrasement, an odd silence. We all know what that feels like, everyone knows how that feels like. We hugged as friends and departed, Darin dived back to the water, I was left solemn, standing in front of a little log cabin, inhabited by a famous adventurer. Locals called him the Treasure Hunter.
I wanted to meet this guy. He sounded like someone to chat with, someone to get information from, a guy with reasonable intelligence. I knocked the door three times and heard steps coming to the door instantly. The wooden door was opened by a surprisingly old man. He was probably already in his fifties and his hair and beard were going gray. Not to mention that his face was quite wind torn, so many wrinkles of a long age. His body was, still, in a good shape despite his age. Reminded me of my own father, same type of a proud man. He wore, like all older generation sea travellers, a sleeveless torn-apart shirt, pair of old shorts that reached a bit over his knees and a diver's belt.*
Diver's Belt: A belt specifically designed for divers and swimmers. Has 6 straps for Pokeballs, a little bag for a drink bottle, some pockets for knives and daggers and a little pouch in the back where you could put something bigger.
"How may I help ya, son?" the Treasure Hunter asked.
"Hey! You're the one known as the Treasure Hunter, right?" I asked him grinning.
The old man laughed and pointed to a tattoo on his left arm, a picture of a treasure chest with a symbolic cross over it. The same symbol my father wore around his neck, something fishy was going on...
"Good, may I come in? My business will not take long, just a few questions since I came here as a tourist and want to know where I should go first and so on," I told the Treasure Hunter.
"Well, is it okay for you if we stay outside? I've had enough of that inside air for today, time for outdoors!" he exclaimed.
We walked down to the beach where I had departed from Darin, sat down on the soft sand and sighed.
TREASURE HUNTER AND THE ATROCIOUS GYARADOS
Treasure Hunter's Hut, the Eastern Shore, Mossdeep City, 5:35 P.M.
"A diver, now? I've seen a couple of your kind who have departed from Pacifidlog Town. Strange folk they are, silent and solemn. Proud and miserable," the Treasure Hunter said.
"Yeah, indeed I am a diver, from Pacifidlog as well. I left some days ago, I don't exactly remember how long, but I suppose I could check my diary, if necessary," I answered.
"No need. Now, just to cut out the formalities, my name's Reignh, Reignh the Treasure Hunter they call me. I'm fairly known throughout the ocean zones* and I've gotten quite popular because of my famous exodus to the caves of the Bardiran Trench and the finding hte long lost treasure chamber hidden in those caves. That earned me my nickname, Tresure Hunter," Reignh told me fairly calmly, and even though his sentences were meant not to sound like bragging, they still did. Facts like that, even though not bragging, sound too amazing for a normal conversation like ours.
Ocean Zones: the area around the Great Ocean, including Pacifidlog Town, Mossdeep City, Ever Grande City, Slateport City, Petalburg Beaches, Sootopolis City and some random islands with little island nations.
"Ah, Reignh, what an interesting name. Where does it originate from?" I asked.
"Yes, my parents both were, well, quite in a hunger for power. That's where my name comes from, the word "reign". I don't know anything else about its origin though," Reignh answered me in turn.
"Interesting. Now, since I consider myself a foreigner here, a sort of a tourist, what should I do here, in Mossdeep City, I mean," I asked him for some information on Mossdeep.
"Well, I personally think that Mossdeep itself isn't all that interesting. Yes, there's the Space Research Center if outer space interests you and then there's the famous Psychic Gym, run by Tate and Liza, the wonder twins. But, outside the city borders, there's the Shoal Cave, perfect place to catch rare Ice and water type Pokemon. There are also some quite nice diving places scattered around the ocean around these parts. Not to mention the eager fishers and trainers fishing or relaxing in the nearby islands, they all want to battle at some point," Reignh told me about his home region.
"Shoal Cave caught my interest. So did the other things, especially the gym. How old are the leaders, Tate and Liza? Other stuff to take into consideration?" I asked eagerly.
"Tate and Liza, the leaders, only battle two versus two matches, so that's what our gym is famous for. They're both quite young, I'd say around 17, but that doesn't tell anything about their skills, both very talented, to my mind. They almost beat me once," the Treasure Hunter said.
"You train Pokemon too?" I asked surprised.
"Yes, I'm almost famous for my Pokemon League-ready Water type Pokemon. Like my mighty Gyarados," he said while throwing a nicely shaped Crystal Ball.*
Crystal Ball: a rare ball used only for storage.
The Crystal Ball landed in the water and bursted out a humongous shape of a dragon-looking Pokemon. The ball returned back to Reignh's hand and he clicked it back to his belt.
"Here, is Hydrograt, my Gyarados! He has been with me all the way from his Magikarp years!" Reignh shouted through the booming noise Gyarados made.
I stood on the shore astounded.
"Wanna gor for a ride?" Reignh asked me. "I know just the place where we could go."
The Gyarados looked intimidating and I had to ask Reingh one important thing.
"Does that thing bite?"
RIDING WITH HYDROGRAT AND THE TREASURE HUNTER
The Mossmarshes, Mossdeep City, 7:09 A.M.
The wind blew my longish hair backwards as the mighty Gyarados was crushing the waves with an outrageous speed. I was sitting just an edge higher than Reingh and yet the wind blew much harder at my altitude. Gyarados didn't give a notification of the wind but sped on.
"Hanging in there, fella?" Reignh shouted over to me from below.
"I'm fi-" I was rudely interrupted by a strong wave to made my right hand slip from one of Gyarados' back scales. "...ne. Just some minor wind up here."
"Don't worry, we'll be there soon. I know just the place where we can set our feet on!" Reingh told me in a loud voice, which, of course, disappeared under the booming waves and wind -mixture.
I glanced at the horizon and saw the land getting already closer. We weren't too far away from the Mossmarshes, which Reingh had told me about. There were some interesting species of Pokemon down there. I was particularly interested in one Pokemon, Lotad. Lotad was the only Pokemon, along with its two evolutions, Lombre and Ludicolo, who had the rare type combination, Water/Grass. This was just what I needed to get me some resistance to Grass type attacks, which my Pokemon were generally weak to.
"Tropius, release the Solar Beam now! the trainer commanded.
I was in a big trouble now, Kabutops was extremely weak to Grass attacks and Solar Beam was one of the strongest known Grass attacks. Meh...
"Bloodwound, dodge it, quickly!" I shouted, but too late. The momentum is seeing Kabutops laying on the ground, fainted, was a terrible one.
"Kabutops is out of the game! Trainer Colby wins the match!" the referee called.
I shook my head to get rid of such memories, my first loss while defending my Gym back at home. I could now already see a dock somewhat 300 meters away from us. The dock was suprisingly small and had only a couple boats next to it, mostly rowing boats of the locals.
"So, what is the biggest attraction of tourists to this place, Reignh?" I shouted over to him asking what I should do with my time here.
"Shroomish," Reingh answered bluntly. Hydrograt the Gyarados stopped. "We're here. Jump off the Gyarados to the dock, so I can call it back!"
I took a tumble down the Gyarados' back and landed unluckily on my knees on the ground. A couple sailors and locals laughed at me, but then continued their usual routine of the day, drinking Gald Beer. I don't feel like writing any more Diver's Notes, unless they seem very important to know, but if you insist...
Gald Beer: a beer brewed of a certain plant that grows only in boggy areas, mainly because it is a wet growing place to grow. The beer is very nutririous, even if a tad strong. Sometimes the sailors, who mainly drink the beer, have somewhat two bottles too much and end up throwing up all night. Two to three bottles is suitable for having fun though.
"You ok, Joel?" Reignh jumped down and asked me with a frown.
"Yeah, I'm fine-" I was interrupted.
"You two! Follow me!"
I saw a large man in front of us. He had a thick beard and huge arms, that were probably capable of lifting me up with ease. So I, for my part, decided to follow the guy. Apparently, Reignh disagreed.
"Where are you going, Joel III? You take too many sudden steps to places unknown to you, just like your fath-..."Reignh finished quickly, so I had no clue what his last word was.
"I am intending to follow this man, if you don't mind?" I told the Treasure Hunter. "He seems to know where we are going, no?"
"No, he is just one big, stupid man who thinks that we're too foolish to follow him," Reingh told me.
"Oh really now?" the large man boomed with his low voice. The man grabbed Reignh from the collar his shirt and raised him to the air. It was an intimidating sight to see such a brutal force being used against the weaker and smaller.
"I implore you to put me down, young man," Reingh told him calmly like nothing had happened. If I would've been in his position, I would'nt be doing any requests like that.
"Call me stupid one more time, dude, and I'll bring you to the ground!" the big guy told Reignh strongly.
MARSH, SWAMP, BOG, WHATEVER YOU CALL IT, MAKES NO DIFFERENCE
The Mossmarshes, Mossdeep City, 7:36 A.M.
I closed my eyes to make sure I wouldn't see Reignh get beaten up, hard. First, there was a sound of a kick in the stomach, then a deep roar. Second, a hard hit to the back and a kick to the stomach again once the man was on his knees. I was confident that I had heard right since the martial arts of the divers include the same kinds of moves. Finally, I heard a familiar voice.
"As I said, you're stupid."
I opened my eyes and saw the big guy struggling on his knees on the wet ground. Reignh looked at me and smiled. The silver cross hanging on his necklace shined. That silver cross still bothered me.
"How did you...?" I asked. I had just been stumped.
"Go order two Gald Beers and I'll tell you more," Reignh told me.
I quickly walked over to the bar where the drinking sailors had dropped their jaws to their toes from amazement. It was fun walking past them when none of them said a single word. I walked over to the bar table and slammed my hand on it strongly to call out the bartender. I knew that that was the way to do it. The elderly bartender bursted out from a door at the back of the room and took out a large bottle of beer.
"What may I get you, sir?" he asked me.
"Two Gald Beers, thanks," I answered and he threw the bottle he had in his hands to me. "What about the other one? I ordered two bottles."
"We ran out because all of the crops of the Gald plant have been poisoned! Wasted! Toxicated! We don't know who did it, but he, or she, sure ruined my business!" the bartender yelled with some major anger in his voice.
"**** happens, I guess..." I didn't dare to say that aloud, because the bartender was absolutely furious about the matter anyways.
I brought the bottle I had gotten back from the angry man behind the desk to Reignh and gave it to him. He drank the whole bottle at once, burped and thanked me.
"Too bad they didn't have a bottle for you. This stuff is good. Ready to move on, deeper into the swampy lands? I'm hoping to see your capabilities as a trainer if we get to meet any rare Pokemon," Reignh said and started walking towards a boarded gate some 50 meters away from us.
The boarded gate was the only way to the marshes. It was a heavily guarded structure with boards crossed over it. There were two large men standing in front of it, guardians of the gate. The Mossmarshes was a fully natural environment, so they wouldn't let any foreigners pass without the properly filled-out forms and passposrts. Even then, you'd have to face one of the guards in a battle to show that you can handle the Pokemon living in the swamp area. Luckily for me, Reignh was known here, very well known actually. The guards raised their hands in front of their foreheads and stood straight.
"Treasurehunter, how may we serve you?" the guards said simultaneously.
"Me and my friend, Joel III, have come here to explore the marshes in search of new Pokemon and I also want to show Joel something else. And that something else is none of your business," Reignh told them.
The guards looked at each other and ripped the boards off the gate. After the gate was unsealed, the guards stepped back in their places and opened the gate to the swamp. Reignh walked through the gate and I followed him, eager, almost anxious, to see what was waiting for us in the damp lands of the Mossmarshes.
The Mossmarshes, Mossdeep City, 10:33 A.M.
It had been about three hours since we enetered through the gates. We had walked the whole time on these little routes that were made of planks. These routes guided us through the swamp, forming a route system with which you could easily navigate yourself to any place on the huge marshes. Most of the Mossmarshes has, as for now, been cartographed and navigated, but there still remain a few corners and places of this wetland to be discovered. Reignh wanted to take us all the way to the center of the swamp, called the Hole, for some reason. He hadn't said a word while we were walking, ignoring all the possible ways that I tried to start a conversation.
"Reingh, are you sure about our direction? What if we get lost? How powerful are the Pokemon here? What the heck is the Hole? Why do you have that silv- ..." I was finally interrupted by an angry glare from Reingh.
Now I was certain that the silver cross hanging on his neck was something important, and relevant to me. As I was thinking about the true meaning of the accessory, I accidentally had stepped out of the route and into the swamp. My right foot got stuck.
"Reingh, I'm stuck," I said calmly and the Treasurehunter halted.
He turned around and I could not see the normal Reingh, the calm and polite one. No, what I saw was a different facial expression. A wide grin.
THE HOLE AND THE CARVANHAS
The Mossmarshes, Mossdeep City, 10:48 A.M.
"Now, Joel III, you indeed are stuck," Reingh said to me, with that wide grin on his face.
"Yes. I'm quite aware of that. Now, can you please help me out of here?" I asked him, not knowing how he would respond.
I waited for the couple painful seconds and then he replied.
If I have ever been stumped, this was the first time then. His reply was not only the unexpected one, but it was also from "the normal Reingh", not that he had a divided personality or anything, but I couldn't see any anger or pleasure in his words. Just the normal feeling that I was used to.
He grabbed my arms and easily lifted me up. Of course, I had to help with my own feet to get me out of there, but i can say that Reingh did most of the work. After I had gotten up, I thanked Reingh and we started walking again.
After a short walk, the Treasurehunter stopped and turned around to face me.
"We're now at the Hole. Can you now see why I brought you here? If you can't see, then we can just leave this place straight away," Reingh winked at me.
And I could definately see why we walked all that time to this place. I was speechless. The wonders on nature have always had a special effect on me. Watching the sun rise makes my heart melt, seeing mountains fills my heart with joy and staring at a huge hole in the ground strikes me with fear. The Hole was indeed a hole in the ground, filled with water that swirled all around, all the time, making countless whirlpools appear here and there. The real wonder wasn't the whirlpools though, not even what caused the whirlpools, because I was sure I would find that out very soon. No, the real wonder was the shape of the hole. You'd imagine it to be round by shape, or at least close to round, but no. This hole was in the shape of a cross. I could draw the shape if I could, but it was just so intricate that my hands were not capable of drawing it. To describe it, imagine the cross on the roof of a church, but just so much more accurate and magnificent.
Then it hit me. The cross and the silver cross on Reingh's, and even my father's, neck were all alike. Reignh interrupted my thoughts.
"Those whirlpools aren't natural. They're created by the Pokemon in the Hole," Reingh informed me.
"Then what are the Pokemon? Water type, I suppose," I said.
"Correct, Joel. They are Carvanhas, fish Pokemon. Piranhas to be exact. The most fierce fish Pokemon you can find anywhere. Their teeth have enough power to easily crush human bones and they swim as fast as a professional swimmer. Now, show me what you're made of, Joel III, and capture a Carvanha, a beast of the Hole.
"Then I shall show you what Joel III, son of the Great Diver, can do! I'll use you, Omastar!" I exclaimed an threw my Loyal Servan'ts Pokeball in the water.
The ball clicked open and revealed the rock-hard body of the ancient Omastar. You could easily see that Omastar was shocked by the multiple Carvanhas that were speeding all around it. Crunching their teeth and creating more whirlpools, it was a frightening sight.
"Don't panic, Omastar! We'll just have to concentrate on one of them. Locate the easiest target first!" I ordered my fossil Pokemon.
"Ah, Omastar. What a convenient choice with its hard shell to protect it from the vicious fangs of the Carvanhas..." Reingh mumbled.
After a while, Omastar had noticed a smaller Carvanha in the Hole. I could see that he had noticed it, but unofortunately I could also see that all of the Carvanhas were not small. They were getting angry at the invader as well.
"Omastar, fire an Ice Beam at the Carvanha youv'e chosen!" I commanded.
An icy ball started forming inside Omastar's tentacles and eventually it blasted out as a beam that struck the smallest Carvanha. The piranha fish surfed through the water of the Hole and slammed on the walls of the Hole. Instantly, all of the Carvanhas noticed the event and turned their glaring eyes towards Omastar. In a matter of seconds all of the fish started charging towards Omastar with their fangs pointed out.
"Use Protect to save yourself from them!" I shouted before the Carvanhas could attack.
Omastar quickly withdrew itself to its shell and I could hear nasty sounds of teeth breaking against the hard shell. Even nastier were the sounds of Omastar's shell being hammered constantly by the sharp fangs. The Protect wouldn't last for too long anymore.
"Owie, Joel, I think your Omastar is in trouble..." Reingh commented.
Ignoring Reingh's words, I ordered Omastar for the next attack.
"Omastar, use Rapid Spin to ward off all of the Carvanhas!"
Omastar quickly took a powerful spin in the water, creating even morw whirlpools. All nearby piranha Pokemon were sent off flying into different directions. Most of them fainted, but unfortunately the small one Omastar was after wasn't one of them. It was hiding behind the bigger fish, as if they were its bodyguards. The big fish remained protecting the small Carvanha, the one attacked by Omastar, but the middle-sized Carvanhas started circling around Omastar to Taunt it.
"Resist the attack, my friend!" I prayed that Omastar wouldn't fall for the Taunt.
My praying was wasted because soon Omastar started swimming in different directions; it was confused, annoyed and irritated. This was the time for the bigger Carvanhas to attack. They sped through the Hole's waters and slammed into Omastar, making the fossil Pokemon crash into a nearby wall. I wasn't sure if Omastar had survived the hit, but it was unlikely because it sunk underwater and didn't dive back up. I pulled out Omastar's Pokeball and withdrew from the underwater.
"Giving up, are you?" Reignh asked to annoy me.
"Never. I'll stick to the same strategy since it seems to be working fine enough for me. Go Cloyster!" I told Reingh and simultaneously threw Cloyster's ball into the water.
Cloyster's ball opened and revealed the large clam, which was apparently a soon-to-be clam chowder, because the moment it got in the water, the Carvanhas attacked it. Not that Cloyster can't take hits, but it was still cruel to even see those crunches.
"Cloyster, Rapid Spin them away!" I demanded my Pokemon on the field.
Cloyster did the same as Omastar had done before it, and it worked wonders again. The Carvanhas were sent flying, literally. Some of them recoevered, but I could now already concentrate only on the small Carvanha.
"Now, tackle the Carvanha between your hard shell and the wall!" I told calmly to Cloyster.
The clam Pokemon took up some speed, which is much, considering that it's an oyster after all and slammed against Carvanha. Cloyster pushed the Carvanha all the way to the end of the cross and they both slammed against the muddy wall. Carvanha sunk deep into the mud and almost disappeared behind Cloyster's spiky shell.
"Woah, that was some reckless Tackle, I tell ya!" Reighn exclaimed; he was surprised.
"Thanks, and now it's time for the Diveball!" I said and threw the ball towards the nearly dead Carvanha. The ball sucked Carvanha in and all I had to do is wait, and recieve a compliment from Reignh.
"You're better than I thought, Joel III. Your battling skills remind me of yoru father."
04-19-2006, 08:27 PM
Story: Meet weird old dude. Ride a Gyarados, and end up in a bar fight. Go into the marshes and find Pokemon. Sounds like a funny story, neh?
Details: Excellent... What else can I say?
Grammar/Spelling: Nothing that serious. Mostly typo's like 'hte' instead of 'the' and 'yoru' instead of 'your'. You've misspelled some words, while you spelled them correct most of the times, like 'Treasure' became 'Tresure'. Little things.
Some weird sentence structures here and there, but nothing seriously bad. You would have probably filtered them out, if you had read it all over once more.
Reality: Like you wrote: **** happens, and so can this.
Length: Fine for a Carvanha, I guess. Nothing else to comment on this one.
Battle: Long, exciting, descriptive, evenly. Maybe an attack or two more, but hey, it's good enough as it is.
Outcome: Carvanha Captured. Congrats with your fleshtearing piranha. Don't give it a finger, neh.
LIKE FATHER LIKE SON
The Mossmarshes, Mossdeep City, 11:20 A.M.
"How do you suppose you'll ever get that ball back from there?" Reingh asked laughing.
"Oh shut up... Cloyster, return!" I recalled my Cloyster back to its ball. "I suppose you're right, the Diveball is freaking stuck in there..."
"Heh, let me help you. You battled greatly, and I was actually surprised of how much you resembled your father when you battled. Determined to win, confident in your abilities, strategical. Very nice indeed, Joel III," Reingh said and thred a Pokeball in the air.
The orb revealed a strange bird Pokemon that I had never seen before. The Pokemon was dark blue and had a sharp wings. It had keen eyes and a long wingspan. The bird was probably a Pokemon living in the Earth zones* and didn't fly to the Ocean zones. We had Wingulls and Pelippers though, but this Pokemon looked like it could outspeed anything.
"Woah, what's that?" I asked Reignh sounding amazed, as I was.
"It's a Swellow, the fastest bird Pokemon I've ever met. Can you imagine how hard it was to capture this beast?" Reignh told me, bragging a little. "Fetch the Diveball, Swellow!"
The flying Pokemon swiftly flew to the hole that Cloyster and Carvanha had made when they had crashed into the muddy wall. Swellow bit into the ball and it amazingly stayed inside its beak. Then the bird flew back to us, dropped the Diveball in my hands and Reignh closed Swellow back to its own Pokeball.
"Thank you, Reignh," I thanked him with gratitude.
"No problem. Ready to go back to Mossdeep. I think we've seen and heard enough here," Reingh said.
"I have to disagree with that statement," I told him.
Reingh had a puzzled look on his face, as he should have. I almost surprised myself by saying that. I was intending to ask the Treasurehunter some questions, about him and my father, the Great Diver.
"How on earth do you know my father?" I inquired.
"Ah, so this is what you wanted know. I've been waiting to tell you the story for a while, but I was always distracted by something, generally my own thoughts. Yes, so let me tell you it now. Let's sit down, or do you want us to stand here?" Reingh said and asked.
"Sure, why not. My legs aren't tired," I told him.
"Fine then. I've seen the way you have looked at my necklace, the one with the silver cross hanging from it. And I know that you've seen your father wearing the same kind of a neckalace. This is probably the most bothering fact for you, how are we connected?
Well, before your father met your father, he was a ruthless ocean diver and a seaman with courage and strength. I met him on a diving expedition inside a cave hidden by a huge waterfall. He was the group leader, because he was the only one with proper, fighting-fit Pokemon for protection. The rest of the group, including me, didn't have enough Pokemon with them, so your father was chosen as the leader. He was also the most talented diver of us. I was the messenger of the group, meaning that if there was an accident or emergency, I would be the one to leave the group and go to search for help. Luckily, I never had to fulfill my position. Anyways, once we entered the cavern... It was struggle to get past the waterfall, I tell ya!... we established a camp and your father went to explore our surrounding alone while we were bulding up the camp. A long while had elapsed since your father had left and we hadn't heard a sound of him. We divided the group of divers into three, two parties would go searching for him and one party would stay at the camp. I was in the party which stayed at the camp," Reingh told me the story, but I had to interrupt.
"You were a coward to stay at the camp," I told him.
"I'll admit that I was afraid, but we randomized of who would go searching and who would stay. Back to the story now... Our party at the camp had waited for a long time already and we were getting scared. Our leader and two seacrh parties were missing and we were inside a cave. Just when we started packing things that would protect us in the search, we heard a faint voice nearby. It was your father.
He was holding two pieces of jewelry, which didn't seem important at that time, because our whole party saw the expression on his face, and the blood all over his body..."
Reingh could see the shape coming closer and now he was sure that it was Joel II. His face was twisted into an unrecognizable expression. There was fear in it, and Joel was not the person who would fear anything. Reingh and the rest of the crew started running towards their leader, but he raised his hand as a sign for them to stop.
"Don't come any closer. The Guardian..." Joel managed to say, but fell weakly on the ground.
Reingh was the only one of the party who walked over to him and lifted him up and brought him back to the camp. They fed him and gave him water to drink. He was still weak because he had lost a lot of blood from those nasty wounds, which the only medician left had sealed. Finally, the leader spoke again.
"Leave, you fools! Let me die here..."
As he said that, a deep, distant roar came from the inner parts of cave. It sounded intimidating enough to make the whole crew start packing their stuff. Reignh sat next to Joel II and asked:
"Who is the Guardian?"
"He is the one who possessed these silver crosses before me. Take them and escape. He will come after me soon. He killed..." Joel's voice faded behind his tears.
Reingh took the necklaces and lifted Joel II up and started carrying him out of the cave.
"So, that necklace is one of the two necklaces that were stolen from the Guardian?" I asked Reignh who had finished his story.
"Yes, and the most unfortunate part is that the Guardian will find them, sooner or later. I don't know why your father stole them though. Maybe you should ask him when you meet?" Reingh recommended.
"I know who the Guardian is," I said, recalling the memories of the Land of the Past.
"I'm astounded. Was it just an odd coincidence or fate that we met?" Reingh wondered.
"Eveything happens for a reason."
Banner by Yami! Many thanks!
When the events of the previous two books occured, my father was still alive, or at least I thought so. He has unfortunately passed away, which I will not talk anymore about. After the funeral days, I did a small reasearch in my father's room; I had never been there before in my entire life. I will not describe the room, as it is none of the reader's business what it looks like. Though, I found a dusty booklet from there, a diary of sorts. It was written in the same kid of style as I wrote about my adventures in the Land of Past or about my journey to Mossdeep City. It was more like a story than a diary; it had the times and locations and all, but the dates were missing. I figured that the story happened at the same time when I was gone on the journey to Mossdeep. My father had kept a diary of what he was doing at that time. The text shocked me as I read through that almost unreadable handwriting.
Apparently, my father was extremely worried about me and ... he started out on an expedition to find me and bring me back home. I had no clue he would do that, just to find me... Here is the story of the Great Diver.
Yes, I am still continuing the same plot line as in the Land of Past and in the Story of a Diver. Joel III, isn't the main character anymore, his father steps in to replace the duty of the main charcter. The first two books were mainly meant for catching loads of Pokemon, but the third book is different as I'm focusing only on one Pokemon, Milotic. It should require at least 6 full posts to succesfully capture it, including perfect grammar/spelling and a creative idea for the story; this is exactly what I'm going for. Yes, I do realize that the second book only takes part in six days of Joel III's journey, but as most can see, the book wasn't clearly finished. This is where his father's journey will start off from.
If you considered the first two books to be interesting, prepare for the best and final part of the trilogy, in which Joel the Second, the Great Diver himself, tries to desperately find his long lost son.
Enjoy reading this.
THE GREAT DIVER
Northern SHores, Pacifidlog Town, 9:43 P.M.
The sun was setting behind the horizon and its last rays of light gleamed over the clear ocean. The weather was calm; some clouds here and there, minor wind which blew over the rocky cliffs of granite. The cliffs were steep and quite high, to be truthful. I had never seen anyone jump off them, not even the daredevil divers this town was famous of. The main reason for their cowardice was that under the cliffs lay an unseen layer of sharp rocks, which would pierce through the diver's fragile body. The rocks were covered by water, but yet everyone knew they were there. The sun finally set and it became dark. Only moonlight and the bright stars shined to the cliff on which I was standing on.
I have never been good ar gazing at the stars. I had an old-fashioned telescope when I was young, but I never bothered to use; I was always too eager to do new things, too eager to concentrate on anything for a long time. Luckily my father took that out of me. The stars resemble some figures when you look at them from the correct perspective. As a young child, I could barely see any triangles or squares that the stars formed. Now that I'm older, alot older to be honest, I can see the real meaning behind the stars. They resemble future, they tell us about fate and they can see what moves in our minds. We just don't know that they can do that.
It asks for self-disciple and concetration to gaze at the stars for a long time, to actually see something interesting. I've never seen a meteor fly, or a comet, but I have seen something more important. Unspeakable the things are, I can't describe them. I just know they're important, just like my love towards my son.
A month ago my son left on a traditional journey of the divers. He set off from Pacifidlog Town to the far-away city of Mossdeep. I haven't heard of him since. I know that he is a skilled diver; he can even outspeed me nowadays. He knows how the nature around these parts works, meaning that he can survive even harsh weather: tropical storms, large waves, wind.
incomplete, just giving a peek to the story
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