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The PLF Fanfiction Contest; Come one, come all!
Topic Started: Jan 15 2010, 05:38 PM (567 Views)
*Hikari*	Jan 15 2010, 05:38 PM Post #1
Bess to see Thockmorton Posts: 884 Group: Administrators Member #1 Joined: Aug 25, 2008	the PLF fAnfiCtion contest_ pRoloGue_ Welcome to the PLF fanfiction contest! This is where writers all over the site can come together and show off their works. I hope this contest will encourage you to read the broad range of talents we have here in the Fanfiction section. PART I: SUBMISSION chapter 1: pointers_ 1.) Make sure your entry is of reasonable length. Remember that at the end of the submission process, I'll be reading all of these. ~~And you don't want me to send it back with a TL;DR stamp.~~ Bottom line: common sense. 2.) You may submit any type of fiction. Any genre, any rating. If your fanfiction has a rating of R, PM me and we'll work something out. 3.) You are allowed to submit single chapters of your fanfiction. But no more than one chapter, please. 4.) If you know someone who is too scared/nervous/doesn't have enough time to submit their story, you can always nominate them yourself. But only do so if they give you their consent. Chapter 2: form for submission_ You must use this form to submit your work: Username: Obviously Date: Today's date Genre/Type: The basic genre of your fic. 'Pokemon or non-Pokemon' and other things. Rating: Anything below R is allowed. If your fic is rated R, PM either me or darkpersian479. Short description: Basic summary of your fic so we know what to expect. (Optional) Chapter 3: entries_ Username: harryheart Date: 20/01/10 Genre/Type: Non-Pokemon - Fiction - Rating: PG Short description: It's about a Jew in Nazi Germany (giving away anymore would spoil it a lot) Link: http://pokelightforums.com/single/?p=8051013&t=7216170 Username: Global Warming Date: 21/1/10 Genre/Type: Pokemon, Horror Rating: PG-13? Short description: Blood, eyes and pie. Oh yes. Link: http://pokelightforums.com/topic/7191071/1/ Username:Shaymie Date:Feb 7 Genre/Type: Greek Mythology (non-pokemon) Rating: E Short description: Two kids find out they have powers or a god, and tries to save one of the protagonists' sister, who was taken my a kid napper, that killed his parents Link: http://pokelightforums.com/single/?p=8054290&t=7216170



Poke Pokey	Jan 16 2010, 08:43 AM Post #2
We are the World. We Are the Children. Posts: 2,796 Group: Elite Members Member #57 Joined: Dec 27, 2008	You should Also add.. "Don't post rude remarks on other peoples work." or something along those lines.
	You can call all you want, but theres no one home And You're not gonna reach my Telephone, Cause Im out in the club, I'll be sippin' that Bud And You're not Gonna reach my Telephone.


*Hikari*	Jan 16 2010, 12:59 PM Post #3
Bess to see Thockmorton Posts: 884 Group: Administrators Member #1 Joined: Aug 25, 2008	Poke Pokey Jan 16 2010, 08:43 AM You should Also add.. "Don't post rude remarks on other peoples work." or something along those lines. I don't think anyone here needs reminding... I hope not, anyway. If need be, I'll add the rule.



Poke Pokey	Jan 16 2010, 01:04 PM Post #4
We are the World. We Are the Children. Posts: 2,796 Group: Elite Members Member #57 Joined: Dec 27, 2008	Okay, Just pointing it out.
	You can call all you want, but theres no one home And You're not gonna reach my Telephone, Cause Im out in the club, I'll be sippin' that Bud And You're not Gonna reach my Telephone.


harryheart	Jan 20 2010, 04:43 PM Post #5
Posts: 1,064 Group: Forum Moderators Member #41 Joined: Nov 14, 2008	Username: harryheart Date: 20/01/10 Genre/Type: Non-Pokemon - Fiction - Rating: PG Short description: It's about a Jew in Nazi Germany (giving away anymore would spoil it a lot) P.S. - I would just like to say that it took a lot of courage to post this as I'm working on this to be my first novel so I was unsure of whether to post it but I am lol - The Life I Once Survived Chapter 1 – A Disaster Sounded By Birds When a hazardous situation presents itself there is normally only one choice of action possible, escape. It’s a natural instinct amongst others, animals do it when endangered and won’t stop running until they are caught or get away, the latter becoming scarcer. So when the radio informs you of terrible news that could endanger your life you would naturally run, but not me. I’m not going to be scared out of my country because of a stupid man and his wacky regime that targets me. What does that show him about us? It shows him we’re weak and fragile, susceptible of doing things that others demand of us. Well that certainly is not what we are, important figures in history have proven that and I for one am not going to drag their name into shame for being a coward in tough situations. I am going to stand up for my views! My tattered beige chair sat starring at me as if I was the insane creature here, as if saying to me run you fool, get out of this grotesque place, but I knew that if this was indeed the case then I would be needed to rebuild the damned country. Like God looking after his sacred city Jerusalem, I’m one of his many inside people trying to sort this country out and I know that if we band together we can achieve it. This kind of thought usually led me astray and at the moment really was not needed; if I was to think straight and sort out my movements then a breath of fresh air was going to help, it always did. I leisurely strolled over to the windows grabbing the corners of the silky cloth to draw in the breaking sunlight. With just a slight turn of the edge I noticed the navy coloured Suits stroll down the street, head cocked and a hint of an exuberant smile peering round their stern faces. The red cloth attached to their left arm terrified me into closure; I knew how much they loathed my kind or intended to perceive a hate towards us and I couldn’t bear to even be looked upon by them because of the fear engulfing me. Was it natural? A purely simple answer was indeed to follow... They were now putting more and more distance between me and them, continuing to walk humbly along the cobbled streets, giving me a chance to attempt stepping foot outside of my antique home surrounded by history at all corners with the Church of St James being the closest of any interest. However the Jakobstor often posed great interest as well, made me dwell upon the medieval who once occupied this majestic town, how did they manage to survive in this world? But today’s destination was the enchanting stone bridge, again from the medieval age that for my entire life of living in Regensburg was a thinking spot. I could always go there and reflect on persisting matters that were prominent in my mind, and I would say that today’s matter was a life changing decision, if I didn’t get clarity then today could indeed be my last day of normality. Here came the chance to make my move, it was simple enough all I had to do was open my battered fallow coloured door and take a step out into the world, but I was trebling with an unearthly agitation and this time I was unsure of the reason. It was certainly not the men; they disgusted me more than anything I could imagine. So what could it be, was I so worried that one news announcement would shake the world, making it an unstable place to live? The day was just like any other; the same as the past few years had been since my kind had begun to be rounded up like worthless sheep, yet I escaped. I escaped that one problem, don’t know why and don’t believe it matters but this must be why I feel the need to stay, endanger myself now that a declaration of war has been announced. Stay when my country was beginning to evade more lands around us to grow its empire. Is that truly a life I would want to live through? What a foolish old man I was, when danger is at its highest that’s when I take the high road. My door slid open with a resounding creak that I don’t recall noticing before. I became overwhelmed with that passion held into one inhale of morning dew, briskly tackling me and whisking me off my feet into the street outside. It was like a choice becoming even simpler now I had made that movement into the cold refreshing morning air, it was obvious from the start of the quandary what the right action was going to be but I don’t think my body was really completely functional to fully understand this. When your eyes first open to that early morning sunlight everything that goes on around you seems peaceful and mellow, but tuning yourself into the harsh reality of things happening not that far from your front door does send your head into a deep spiral of complex immunities. You try to resist every little detail that pokes its way into your consciousness. I guess waking up to the blossoming sounds of bird calls can be mildly misleading. Perhaps my journey today was going to be nothing but a pointless stroll now I had come to a primary decision, but I didn’t care. To me any pretence that things were going to be alright was a welcome ambling thought and I would’ve much rather stayed in that idiotic mind set, mostly because I could understand the birds passion for starting off any day with a cheerful tune, quite relaxing wouldn’t you say? I now slanted my head to the right a little to get a glimpse of those glamorous crows perched high upon the decaying ancient Roman Walls that were once a great defence against enemies. If only those slabs of stone still had that same magic in them. Beforehand I would’ve most likely stopped to absorb in every single piece of detail I could, even after my forty odd years of living in this place I still noticed new profound discoveries in the architecture that surrounded me, but today there was that deep intuition to keep on going with my plans. It wasn’t like those Suits were going to do anything to me anyway, why would they, I was only a brittle old man, I was no use to their schemes but I just had that urge to continue for all those others that couldn’t. If I could do one great thing before I died then that would be helping out my people in whatever way I could possibly think of, wouldn’t that be wonderful. The bridge now loomed in front of me with its frosty stones scenting that wonderful aura that always presented a lovely melodic sense to enchant your body. I began to slowly step onto the platform that was hovering over the sapphire burning water below me, it was a most grandiose spectacle splashing beneath this old structure but I couldn’t quite bring myself to enjoy it, there was something nagging at the back of my head. I could only presume that it was the danger that lurked within that needing drink, was it a comparison to the ensemble of Suits that prowled this city? I composed myself and continued walking until I hit the middle of the bridge where I quickly turned around to stare at the gaping town snug in its little pocket of this country. My home, my life lay here, and it was wondrous. I couldn’t believe how the time had managed to fly past me with such a triumphant leap, the amount of experiences that had occurred in this place were beyond belief, some good and some bad but I wouldn’t want to change any of that, it defined me as a person. If a number of these events had never happened then I suppose I wouldn’t be standing here right now seeking guidance, the past is what shapes you I say and without taking any note of history we would never learn our lessons, we need to know what has come before us and we need to reflect on our life; without it, I guess I wouldn’t be able to have come to my educated decision. There was no reason for me to stay where I was now, the verdict was concluded and it was simple enough to put into action. This was going to be the last time I would be standing upon these stones this year and I really was unsure of when my next chance would be; the harsh reality of life was finally catching up with me. I know that my choice was not to run, was not to escape to begin with, but now I had to and in this particular situation I could justify leaving for a year or two; there definitely was reason to go. My pace started up again but quickly converted into a stride across my sanctuary. I kept the speed up and was clear of the bridge heading towards the bend where the men had disappeared probably fifteen minutes before, I felt safe and free, something I normally wouldn’t have deemed reasonable in predicaments, but before I had a chance to reel in the pleasure something swiftly cut the line and I became frozen. Standing in direct gaze of my cyan eyes were the Suits, with their helmets strewn across their head; these only just about let reveal the hellish look that their faces had possessed. It petrified me. I was nervous, heart pounding inside my ribs and ready to be torn out at the slightest hint of trouble, although hypothetically I posed no real threat to them. Now however they threatened me. Their rifles were slung across their right shoulders, symmetrical for the both Suits, and this was the peril that slowly sank its way into my tender heart, stabbing at my insides with a hardened metallic dagger that increased the sharp pain the further the terror entered. It was only a matter of moments until something traumatic began. They stood there with a growing smirk spreading across those horrid faces, capable of deceiving the cleverest of minds, and I continued to watch, looking for signs of sympathy where there clearly was none. All that I noticed was evil, not in its purist kind but in a fathomed sense of twisting and manipulation; these people weren’t given evil by God but by humans, others had successfully constructed hatred into their bones, adding as little possible each time to make a slow unnoticeable change. What I was facing I presumed to no longer be human. The Suits began to murmur to each other, silently converging ideas together about me I deduced after a few hand gestures in my direction. I carefully began to judge distances to buildings or alleys that could give me a swift departure from my current location before either suit had a chance to react with a sharp click of their gun. It was a frantic moment in my head but one that needed the most precision that was capable of me. There was only one chance to get this right, I just had to reach out and grasp it in the palm of my crinkled sweaty hand, yet I was still afraid and I knew perfectly why. My only prayer was that it didn’t occur at this point in time. I was too late; the guns had been hurled off their comfy roost and lay solidly in the Suits hands, the tips pointed directly at me. There was no chance of my escape now; my hesitation had cost me the most valuable thing any person could have and in a couple of seconds one simple movement with a finger was going to take it right from me, the only joy I could receive from it was being sent to my Creator. At least there I would be at peace. Though before anything transpired, thunderous rattles cracked in the air, from what sounded like the direction of The Dom, the Cities Cathedral. The Suits didn’t seem terribly phased by this outburst of noise but instead flung their bodies around with great haste, managing to take a few shots at me before charging back in the direction they had emerged from without even a thought of whether a bullet had pierced my outer body. The sight of those Suits had vanished from my eyes and I dropped to the ground with a shuddering force as I groped my flesh in search for any drops of blood. To my relief my hand felt none and I could relax in that knowledge but there was no way for any joy to flourish from that, someone else’s life was being drained as I sat there. The same charcoal coated clouds rolled on over us as quickly as destruction had been brought and the same shallow coldness bounded into our hearts, the only difference was I still had the ability to notice it. My ears pricked at another sound that rang down from above, a familiar tone that had given me misleading hope the moment I rose from bed. My solemn mood had not lingered with me then, I only felt happiness that another day had broken the eeriness of night and the songs so vibrant were able to sing out to us all again. This time however that song was not so chipper, the Birds were back on the radar, though in this instance for another reason, to flee the scene of murder.
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*Hikari*	Jan 20 2010, 04:56 PM Post #6
Bess to see Thockmorton Posts: 884 Group: Administrators Member #1 Joined: Aug 25, 2008	Thank you, harryheart. I'll add your entry to the list.



harryheart	Jan 22 2010, 12:53 PM Post #7
Posts: 1,064 Group: Forum Moderators Member #41 Joined: Nov 14, 2008	Thanks Hikari - forgot to respond last night but thanks - now lets hope we get others involved as well
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Coffee	Jan 23 2010, 06:47 AM Post #8
"In a cell gotta make your home, cause you might never make it home" Posts: 649 Group: Elite Members Member #143 Joined: Apr 3, 2009	Username: Global Warming Date: 21/1/10 Genre/Type: Pokemon, Horror Rating: PG-13? Short description: Blood, eyes and pie. Oh yes. Story is here



*tobi-ksla*	Jan 23 2010, 10:06 AM Post #9
I'm looking for a different path. Posts: 5,188 Group: Administrators Member #43 Joined: Nov 19, 2008 Platinum Friend Code 0130 8037 7267 HeartGold Friend Code 2665 4483 2033	Does this competition have a deadline?
	~ TRPG Profile: Remi, The Pokémon World's next Salon Maiden ~ For the record, I have a Salon Maiden Anabel obsession. points at Thorton, who is pointing at the unique picture of Anabel The person who made this banner is multi-talented. Who is he? Click this sentence to find out! Richter Abend (Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World) We must express ourselves to convey our feelings to others. However, I feel emotions lose their strength once they're put into words. So I prefer to speak only what is absolutely necessary.


*Hikari*	Jan 23 2010, 12:56 PM Post #10
Bess to see Thockmorton Posts: 884 Group: Administrators Member #1 Joined: Aug 25, 2008	^^ Not really. This isn't a big contest, so there's no need for a deadline.



harryheart	Jan 24 2010, 04:40 AM Post #11
Posts: 1,064 Group: Forum Moderators Member #41 Joined: Nov 14, 2008	Oh okay - so will you close it when there's enough etnries - if so then I need to hassle the writers to give you something lol
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*Hikari*	Jan 24 2010, 12:12 PM Post #12
Bess to see Thockmorton Posts: 884 Group: Administrators Member #1 Joined: Aug 25, 2008	Yes, I'll close the entry stage when we get a considerable amount of entrees. I'd rather let people enter at their own pace.



harryheart	Jan 25 2010, 12:08 PM Post #13
Posts: 1,064 Group: Forum Moderators Member #41 Joined: Nov 14, 2008	Okay thanks for the confimration
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*tobi-ksla*	Jan 30 2010, 11:49 PM Post #14
I'm looking for a different path. Posts: 5,188 Group: Administrators Member #43 Joined: Nov 19, 2008 Platinum Friend Code 0130 8037 7267 HeartGold Friend Code 2665 4483 2033	UPDATE I'll be taking charge of the Fan Fiction Competition until someone else volunteers to take it. *tobi-ksla*
	~ TRPG Profile: Remi, The Pokémon World's next Salon Maiden ~ For the record, I have a Salon Maiden Anabel obsession. points at Thorton, who is pointing at the unique picture of Anabel The person who made this banner is multi-talented. Who is he? Click this sentence to find out! Richter Abend (Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World) We must express ourselves to convey our feelings to others. However, I feel emotions lose their strength once they're put into words. So I prefer to speak only what is absolutely necessary.


Pikachu	Feb 7 2010, 01:33 PM Post #15
Pikachu Posts: 22 Group: Members Member #324 Joined: Dec 9, 2009	I've thought about entering, but i don't really want to waste and effort if its just gonna be locked again. I don't know if i'm gonna enter or not.
	Don't bother looking... Spoiler: click to toggle Warning: i can't do anything right other than breathing. [RPGData:350\|1\|25\|25\|8\|8\|5\|4\|None\|None\|Assassin\|0\|None\|None\|0\|0\|0\|0\|None\|0\|None\|None]


Shaymie	Feb 7 2010, 11:53 PM Post #16
Poliwag Posts: 21 Group: Members Member #337 Joined: Dec 26, 2009	Username:Shaymie Date:Feb 7 Genre/Type: Greek Mythology (non-pokemon) Rating: E Short description: Two kids find out they have powers or a god, and tries to save one of the protagonists' sister, who was taken my a kid napper, that killed his parents +Prologue+ I get a Bloody Message Well this is pretty much my life story. If you hate blood close this book. If you love preppy girls, close this book. And if you don't believe myths, close this book. That's all it takes. Just simply close the book and you won't have to start calling the publishers and start nagging them and et cedra. So if you end up in a nightmare, don't say I didn't warn you, cause I JUST DID. So pretty much it was a real, normal day (which is weird cause nothing to me is normal) I was looking at the clock, waiting for class to end. I was going on a field trip to Washington DC, and I wanted to be the first one here so I could wait for my friends, who were also coming on the school trip. (Oh yea forgot to mention, I HATE when people wait for ME). 'BRRRRIIINNNG!' The school bell rang. I ran out the door, with others shoving behind me. I hated when that happened. I'm a pretty averaged sized for a 12 year old, but wow.... in my school I feel like a total MIDGET. I usually get shoved by those really tall guys which just really gets me irritated. So I enter my house, it seemed all normal outside, but inside, it was the most horrifying scene ever. The whole house was turned upside-down. There was blood everywhere. And on the wall, beside my dead parents, had a blood message that read 'I have your sister Nate. I have your sister.' +Chapter 1+ I see a god's daughter I got mad. I got REALLY mad. See, my parents were the richest one in New York. So I could reason why someone would want to rob us. But because of me? That’s just a … stupid reason. I’m just an average 12 year old. I have nothing against anybody, except those preppy girls that think they’re popular. My house… this was MY house. It got ruined. My parents got killed. What’s worse than that? Some creepy loser had my sister. Now, I didn’t like my sister THAT much. We fought a lot and other things siblings fight for. But she IS my family. So why am I worrying? Cause all my maids are dead, their blood used as messages like ‘ I got her Nate, I got her’ or ‘ Find me, Nate, find me’ I mean for Fathers sake, why the heck would he pick on me like this? I’m not anything special! But it sure looks like everything in our house is turned upside down… When I mean upside down, I mean like every drawer and closet were surrounded with ripped clothes and stuff. It’s like someone was looking for something… maybe a family secret? Well I’m not part of it. I’m just a 12-year old that just lost everything he owns. But at least I can take all of their money, and live with that. I don’t need a house, I can live in a simple hotel and eat there. My parents make a million per hour, no matter if there gone or not, and the taxes for their work pays automatically, so I’m pretty much set. Unless someone comes in our house that is… So here I am, looking at my dead parents. Their faces were pale white from the blood loss. Their blood was dried, well actually, I didn’t know that but I didn’t want to find out. So I took a credit card, called American Express to cancel all credit cards except the one I’m holding, and went to my friend, Isabelle’s house. Just saying Isabelle is the ONLY friend that’s a girl in our group because she is the only tom boy in our school. There are a lot of wanna-be tom boys, but Isabelle is the ultimate tom boy. She loves to wear hoodies for some weird reason. Her hair was pitch black, about to 1/4 down her back. She loved the color blue, and her parents were also rich. They lived next to us. Isabelle has an odd addiction to Greek Mythology. I guess you can say she’s like a nerd just for Greek Mythology. She’s in advanced classes like me, we get As’ and Bs’ but if she had a Greek Mythology test, no questions needed, she would get an A+. She absolutely loves to write stories and stuff to. Of course most of them are about Greek Mythology stuff, but she writes other mini stories. The one I liked most was this rabbit one. It was about a rabbit stalking a bug, to find it plotting a plan to take over the forest, with huge carnivores on its side. Of course the rest, you will have to find out after you read the story cause I’m to lazy to explain. “Hello?” Isabelle answered, when I knocked on her door. “Hey its me…” I replied, starting to take my shoes off. Lets just say that Isabelle is from another place, not America, and has a strict policy for taking your shoes before entering a house. I would tell her not to take her shoes off, but she takes her tennis shoes off saying ‘ It’s impolite not to take your shoes off in a house in Korea or Japan.’ That’s her answer EVERY TIME!!! “Oh! Hey! How are you doing? What’s with all the blood dude seriously you reek like rotten food! If you’re gonna come in, take a shower first!” She growled pinching her nose. “I got robbed so it’s a little hard to do that…” I protested. “My parents are dead and I decided to come to you for help cause you’re my next door neighbor!” “Yikes….” Isabelle said her eyes widening. “Look, take a shower, and mom, you, and I will have a little meeting. Dad’s at work so we can discuss with him later. But don’t forget to take off your shoes!” she recalled. “Ugh! Whatever! I am grieving because my parents died, and you care about shoes!” I shouted at her, who was halfway up the stairs. “Give me a break sometimes!” “Take…off…your…SHOES!!!” Isabelle screamed, jumping from the stairs tackling me, yanking the shoes off my feet. “There. Now follow me to the guests’ shower.” She said simply, not even caring that blood crusts were on her. I trudged behind her, looking around the house. Every once in a while, I saw maids, cleaning the floor, because of the blood crusts. The house was absolutely amazing. The house had a room for everything. Study Hall, Science Lab, Aquarium, you name it! The only thing missing was a zoo. I bet it smells too bad for them though. This family was a clean freak is all I can say. When she showed me the guests’ bathroom, I’m guessing Isabelle designed it because the walls were covered with Greek Gods and stuff. It was a beautiful mural I have to admit that but WOW how far can she go with this? Well she could. Because the extra set of clothes she gave me were Percy Jackson Fan clothes. This girl was madly obsessed with that series. I guess to simplify it is that this dude named Percy Jackson saves the world a few times and goes on quests. If you want more info, go to Barnes and Nobles, pick out the book, buy it, and read it at home. It’s that simple. Cause I’m NOT going to tell you everything. After I changed, Isabelle led me to her room. It was pretty organized, except her reading corner, with all these Percy Jackson books stacked up with Loveless manga and et cedra. She pulled out one of those portable beds and told me that this was my bed. Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re gonna sleep in a room with a girl?! Well this room is like as big as a gym in school so one sides for me and the other is for her. We also have a blue curtain to divide our rooms. “Hey…Nate?” Isabelle said, hair wet from her recent shower. Her eyes were oddly dull, with an odd glowing light shining from her right eye, covered with a chunk of her hair, like she always has it. “Yea?” I replied, already half knowing what she was gonna ask. I stared at her right side of her head. It looked like treasure. But I wanted to see how it looked like. “What’s behind the lock of hair?” I finally asked. “This…” She showed me a scar that looked like the pitchfork Poseidon has. It flashed gold, which literally blinded me. I tried looking at it directly but I finally gave in a zoned out. Edited by Shaymie, Feb 8 2010, 08:44 PM.
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harryheart	Feb 8 2010, 11:43 AM Post #17
Posts: 1,064 Group: Forum Moderators Member #41 Joined: Nov 14, 2008	@Pikachu - there are now 3 entries so if you enter it'll make it 4 (obvious maths) which may attract more people to the contest however it's sort of enough in it's own right - and trust me this will be followed through even if it takes a few months so its well worth entering
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Selene Hime	Apr 15 2010, 11:58 AM Post #18
Posts: 335 Group: Honored Staff Member #452 Joined: Apr 12, 2010 Diamond Friend Code 5284 9828 6070 Platinum Friend Code 0775 3122 5882	Username: Selene Hime Date: April 15, 2010. Genre/Type: Pokemon - Fantasy-Adventure (with Realism) Rating: E [Prologue ONLY - The rest is PG 13] Short description: In times of strife, some sit back and take it. Others, no. They feel they must take a stand. (Ilex Forest base, mild precursor.) Rising Darkness Prologue: Shades of Dusk Moonlight danced across the dark waters of Ilex Forest, a gentle spring breeze rustling the towering pines and foliage. The occasional bursts of chatter drifted from the nocturnal inhabitants, the lush viridian turf omitting a slight shudder when clawed paws dropped onto the ground. Small gouges appeared in the thick grass as it straightened — the tough amber scales of the bipedal Dragon visible under the pale light. “… I shall return in just a bit …” the undersized Dragonite said calmly as a cloaked figure slid from his back, booted feet landing silently in a kneeling position as his telepathic voice resonating in the being’s mind. The almost child sized figure quickly pulled itself up, though was clearly several hands shorter than its Pokémon companion. “Alright … Come back safely, Freyr,” a feminine voice whispered, barely drifting before being silenced by the shaded tree cover. He nodded in return, his eyes moving to the star speckled night sky. She moved back several steps when the amber dragon flexed his already weary wings, making sure to allow a clear path for him. Harsh wind rustled the midnight blue folds of her cloak when Freyr set back and launched into flight, steadily sending her garb flowing behind her before the forced air faded as quickly as it has been dispersed. Head bowed as she walked, the ever shifting shadows of the hood continued to obscure the wearer’s face with each step. A clearly audible sigh drifted through the cool dusk air, the young woman absentmindedly ducking under a low branch. Underbrush rustled gently as a small violet and beige Rattata scurried past her, although she barely seemed to notice. There was much left to do, if anything was to remain. The longer things took the steeper the stakes grew. Something they could not risk. Not what with the ever expanding tyranny that lay claim to Johto. Leaves continued to tug at the cloaked figure with every movement before a couple of thick brambles above finally succeeding in removing the hood; momentarily distracting her as long umber tresses slid out of it, falling in a single wave halfway down her back. The brunette’s pale cerulean gaze trailed along the sparse path as she paused, cocking her head slightly. Fallen twigs cracked through the night, causing her to stiffen slightly. Unmarked trails usually meant no unexpected company. The brunette’s measured pace immediately quickened, wary. Celestial light of the full moon occasionally peeked through the thick blanket of pines, briefly lighting her path in small blotches. A low growl suddenly rolled through the trees, tinged with rage. It seemed another had found her scent. Already edged calm was slowly beginning to fray between lack of sleep and knowledge of the consequences. Being connected to the group of supposed rebels meant defiance had a much higher price— yet it would be well worth it in the end if they could managed the feat of overthrowing the Rockets. If, however, was the key word. Cool water splashed around her boots as she moved through a deep puddle, darkening the hem of the brunette’s cloak as moisture steadily crept up it. A slight smile touched her lips, knowing it’d be that much more difficult to track her from even a just out of sight distance. The towering pines aided her trek more than they hindered it, especially in evasion. She quickly launched off of the patch of large roots as soon as her boots touched them, only half catching her balance from the half-tilted jump. A sharp yelp suddenly cut through the air, another gust of wind carrying it even through the thick tree cover. Freyr. The young woman broke into a jog, letting out a high-pitched and wavering whistle as a small clearing came into sight. Thick grass waved around her ankles as if trying to slow her stride. A familiar slender shadow briefly slid over the moon before vanishing with the wind, only to whip back around. The abrupt gust pulled at the figure’s loose garments and unbound tresses as the undersized dragon neared. His tawny scales glistened slightly under the moonlight, this time managing to land lightly on the dark turf. Crystal blue eyes stared down into the petite human’s ones, before nodding. “The southern area of Goldenrod has slackened in their patrols. We should be able to enter without causing a commotion, Serenity,” Freyr murmured, shifting his weight wearily. The curved ivory fang that hung from the dragon’s throat swayed with his movements, glinting. Although he stood several hands over her, his muscular frame was tinged with utter exhaustion. “All right, that’s at least a start. Thank you, Freyr.” Serenity returned, gratefully nodding to her companion. A small sigh escaped her lips, gently touching his arm in silent apology for his lack of sleep. “… You should rest. I’ll be fine on my own,” she said softly, maximizing a cobalt and white glazed Pokéball as her bare arm emerged from the cloak. The smooth sphere gleamed under the natural light, its contrasting coloration almost eye catching. “You’re certain of this?” Freyr asked dubiously, tilting his head in amusement at his long-time trainer. “After all, you know they are not to be taken lightly,” he added quietly, referring to the black-clad humans that had begun staking claims. Thinly veiled disgust at remembrance of their last encounter with one flitted through his eyes. Serenity nodded, sighing. “While I appreciate your concern, neither of us has rested adequately in several days. You should while you can,” she said, glancing up at the full moon. The pale celestial sphere, unfortunately, made their presence more noticeable—as well as strengthened the Pokémon whom held reign over the night. “Fair enough reasoning. Just be careful,” Freyr cautioned gently, a thin beam of red light enveloping his frame. The elegant Dragon-type vanished within his Pokéball when Serenity lowered it, absentmindedly minimizing it. “I will be,” she whispered to the night, hooking it to her belt as she continued. Yellowish light from the gatehouse’s wide windows fell across the barely waving turf, seemingly darkening the area around it and shrouding it in murky shadows as it snuffed the bits of natural light. The young woman moved into a brisk walk before disappearing into the sea of trees once more. Her fingers curling around a short metal tube as she walked, hollow steel quickly growing warm to her touch. If she didn’t deliver the Kanto-based Resistance soon, then it wasn’t likely Johto would be able to overthrow Giovanni’s ever growing rule. Edited by Selene Hime, Apr 22 2010, 09:00 PM.
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