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The Legend of Black and White: a Poem
Twin dragons, twin heroes,with opposites alike
Betwixt truth and ideals; the black and the white
Both seeking the world to change with their might.
But a great war erupted, bringing the brothers divide
And the whole of Unova fell to ruin.
With the land lying in waste, the two dragons fought on
Guided by the brothers' brawn
While Unova pleaded for white flags to be drawn
But on the dragons fought, until they were gone
And retreated into the Light and Dark stones.
The heroes vanquished, Unova was left without aid
Towns to rebuild, with debts to be paid
But what better for their pride to be laid?
Though lives were taken, memories fade
Of the ambitions of two foolish rulers.
But mark my words, the legend lives on
Destined to continue some other dawn
Two new heroes will lay each pawn
The dragons again will rise, and choose to serve right or wrong
As the battle for the future of Unova begins afresh.
Now learn from this lesson, aye, don't be a fool
A coward to fight but proud to rule
PKMN Vent DrabblesEvery storm runs, runs out of rain
Just like every dark night turns into day
Every heartache will fade away
Just like every storm runs, runs out of rain....
“Cilan!” whispered Cress urgently, running up to his brother and holding a hand over his right eye. “It stings again.”
A look of worry crossed the small green-haired boy’s face. He crossed the room to reach his brother and guided him up the stairs of the Gym to their family room, then on into the bathroom. Chili, confused, followed the pair.
The storm outside raged on, like a violent battle was taking place in the night clouds. Cilan looked over his shoulder and out the window to see if their adopted parents were homebound yet, but the think sheets of rain and hail pounded the windows, the roar of the tempest covering up the screams and battlecries from the fighting creatures out in the Striaton night.
Retrieving the bottle of eyedrops from the cabinet, Cilan coaxed C
Pokemon Anime PoemsJust Waiting on a Friend
Through blinding sun and blowing snow
I will wait for you
'Midst drowning rain and driving hail
I'll keep your word as true
The magic that binds me here
Keeps my faith in you alive
A hope stays lit inside my heart
Of which no one can deprive
But as I lie beside the fire, listening to the night
Somehow I know that it can't be true
But even though the years have gone, Master
I will wait for you.
Heroes: the Movie
Do not cry, little one
For it's not as you believe
Though he lives not under the sun
He stays inside of you and me
When the Soul Dew was forever lost
Your brother knew it was he to set the pace
Stop the wave no matter the cost
And take your father's place
Don't cry, my little friend
Don't cry your heart so sore
Please remember, this is not the end
You don't have to be invisible anymore.
Paul and Chimchar: Battle Dimension
Master, please tell me
What'd I do wrong
Your cold voice scolds me
Like I was not strong
But please! Will you listen?
I don't understa
BW2~ Before it's too LatePart Two
Find Ghetsis, thought Rosa. Gotta find Ghetsis. Silently she stole through Team Plasma’s icy ship as her friend Hue and his Emboar fought madly above decks to buy them time. She smirked as she came across the electric fences protecting the inner sanctum. Password protected, as locks always were.
“Well, this is easy enough,” she mumbled happily to herself. Opening the keypad, Rosa punched in the word “liberate,” guessing the result. One by one the fences deactivated with a slight sizzling sound. “Yes!” she cheered quietly, shaking her head at how thick Plasmans could be. “Really, ‘liberate,’ like anyone wouldn’t guess that on their first try.”
Rosa could see the green-glowing warp panels that led to different places on the ship. But something else was nagging her, something that had to be taken care of before she took a step further.
Taking a red-and-white
Sir Aaron's PeaceFrom the glittering stars above
To the murky depths below
Across the fields of fragrant flowers
I watch compassion grow
But never have I seen a bond
In my centuries being a spirit
Than that of a boy who has my blood
Though he does not brag to wear it
Weaving down twisted paths of Dreams
As they sleep under starlit skies
I enter to say just one thing
That I never did before I died
This boy is brave—and stubborn too
A Guardian both by name and blood
Though he never knew me, I know him well
For many times I have seen him do good
He helped my apprentice learn his last lesson
Then fought to put things right
He doesn’t know I still watch his time
Beyond the world beyond sight
He was willing to give his life
Just as I did before
And I whisper “Thank you,” in his ear
As the moon shines over the starlit shore.
Arms of the Angels: Chapter II~ Foretelling Snowfall looked out over the decaying wasteland. It was as if all life had been torn from the earth. Blackened trees lay on the ground, torn up by the roots, foul-smelling smoke filled the once-blue sky, and everywhere she dared look, Pokémon were lying, sick, injured, and hopelessly miserable.
Who in the name of Lord Arceus could have the heart to do this? She thought, her heart going out to all the helpless creatures. Look at all these Pokémon. Their homes have all been destroyed, and it’s impossible to breathe in this smog. They never did anything.
The little Reshiram trudged over the burnt grass, staring in disbelief at the world around her. Her left footpaw struck upon a hard stone. Snowfall stumbled, but caught herself before she hit the ground by digging the claws at her wing-tips into the sickly-smelling dirt. Pushing herself up, she took a swipe at the rock, but missed. As always, her
Arms of the Angels: Chapter I~ The Silver Deerling Snowfall never knew of her destiny. She never once thought, on her first cold, freezing nights in the snow-blown Lost Land, that she could rise up to become more of a hero than any other dragon in the chronicles of time. She wasn’t your usual hero. She wasn’t a great, sword-wielding warrior or the chief of a mighty army, nor was she the reckless challenger who dove into boiling waters in order to save another. No, she wasn’t any of that. What she did happen to be was a tiny, mewling, baby Reshiram in the frozen Northlands of the Pokémon world. But the one thing that set her apart from all other Pokémon, even those of her own species, was that she was, in fact, blind.
The dragons that ruled over the Land were of four kinds. There were the kind-hearted Lucario of the kingdom Fiedi, the strong-willed Haxorus of kingdom Auroriis, the valiant Zekrom of kingdom Bellator, and the noble Reshiram of kingdom Reckshire. Both of
Cynthia's Champion Tale When I was five, my mom died of a strange illness that the doctors couldn’t identify. I think that it was that same disease that caused my dad to become critically ill. I’m not going to lie; my parents weren’t rich. Neither of them had been what you’d call “successful Trainers.” In fact, it was pretty much my mom’s job as a Pokémon Center assistant that was keeping us going. So, when my dad fell ill, the little money we had wasn’t even close to enough to pay the bill to cure him.
When I was seven, my dad had begun to really need that surgery. But, like I said, we had no means of affording it. So, one day, I made a desperate choice. I needed to go on a journey and win the money.
I told my dad I was going to travel to help him. He smiled in a weak way and told me lovingly that he was proud of me. I remember sighing when I left the room to pack my few things. I knew somehow that this was going
Arms of the Angels: Chapter Four~ New Beginnings Ranguvar the Zekrom sped away from the prison, an elated feeling of freedom coursing through his heart. His shoulder, where Clover the Shaymin was stationed, was a black blur along with the rest of Rang’s body as he flew at top speed away from the scene of the breakout.
Clover’s voice, strangely thin, was just barely audible above the roaring of the wind over his ears.
“Rang! Just up ahead here—a couple leagues past that oasis right there—there’s a small wood. I know a Pokémon who can help us!”
Rang still didn’t trust the Shaymin after she had turned him in, but the benefit of the doubt stands to reason, so he complied. Spinning the motor in his tail to an even faster pace, Rang rushed up to the slowly-dispersing woodland, fully intent on traveling further, when it struck him.
A well-aimed Air Slash. Rang felt the attack make a jagged cut in his armour; he changed directions almost instantly and looke
Potentially Pokestuck1. Green – Prince of Doom
Green saw as Red crashed to the ground in defeat. The boy's body was tainted with scars. Blood inked his every flesh. He watched as the manic black beast plunged for his best friend. A sword was raised by the creature's sharp claw, tip perfectly aiming at Red's slowly beating chest.
But, instead of screaming in horror, Green merely flashed a sly grin.
Taking one sharp breath, he snapped his iris-less eyes open.
The creature was dying.
Green saw as a certain red-eyed boy floated above the fallen beast, red eyes staring coldly at it. Red's body was free from neither scratch nor harm. No blood tainted his clothes. No scars marked his skin. The Time player was healthy and clean as whistle; just as Green wanted.
The Prince flashed a wide smile. Yes. Finally Green held an important role that people could respect and see. But most of all, he was happy because instead of fighting against his best friend, he was able to fight alongside him.
The dreamer who dreamed too high.
A myth to subdue glory-seeking youth.
It's the tale of a foolish boy who dared to try to reach the sun,
But the heat was too great,
and his make-shift wings melted,
Dooming him to the frothing waves below.
But is that really the truth?
Maybe it's not a cautionary tale,
But one of hope-
Of hope for all dreamers to come.
He didn't fail to touch the sun,
Rather he touched the greatest glory.
He soared past the bewildered birds,
On past the highest mountains,
On past cold reality
And cruel calculation
And upon finding this nova of truest truths and most joyful joys,
He broke free from his mortal shell,
Leaving his story for future dreamers to tell.
"I'm not ready to die yet."
Death looked at the girl
"That's what you said last time."
"So I did."
"You're not getting out of it this time."
The girl pulled her cloak closer
"Oh won't I?"
The young boy,
Looked at her
Taking her hand in his
"Think of everyone who you ever lost
You'll see them if you come with me."
"How do I know you ain't lying?"
Leading her towards the gateway
She could see the fields beyond it
She shrunk away.
"I won't go."
"It's only dark from this view.
Walk though, and the sun will still shine."
Hesitating at the threshold.
"Why not? You're fading from the realm of the living."
And she stepped through
Hand in hand with Death.
The gate vanished behind them.
Leaving the rain to pour.
Psychotic Douche1. Goodbye
"But you shall witness one day the revival of me and my Team Rocket!" Giovanni exclaimed in triumph, voice though filled with defeat and despair. Blowing a heavy sigh, the man hid his hands inside the pockets of his trench coat and looked down. The air was thick with grief and suffering, the winds blowing the sound of torture in his ears. "One day you will understand."
"Okay! Bye bye Papa!"
The grim atmosphere changed in a blink.
Giovanni froze to hear such a cheerful reaction. Slowly he looked over his shoulder, glancing at the young redhead – who was flashing the widest smile he had ever seen.
"Have fun forming another Team Rocket, Papa! I love you!" Silver waved happily, one foot bending backwards like a little girl. He flashed his white set of teeth, cheeks flushing in bright shades of red.
The infamous leader of Team Rocket could only gawk at his idiotically waving son, mouth hanging low in utter disbelief.
"I'm stealing this Totodile now, thank y
Healing Heart1. Rain
"Aww, it's raining!" Kotone sulked out loud as she gazed out the window. Although it was still 12 in the afternoon, the sky had already taken its dark and grim tone. A pout forming her pink lips, the brunette landed her bum on the sofa and crossed her arms like a child.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms lifting her petite body. In less than a second, Kotone was placed on something – someone – rather than the comfort of her own couch.
But then again, sitting on the lap of someone you love fairs so much better.
"Stop complaining," Silver stated blankly, left hand flicking the remote while right arm comfortably wrapping around her waist. She stared at his face in a dumbfounded manner, fists close to her beating heart. Silver bared no expression, as if what he was doing was something so common to him.
But she stand corrected the minute Kotone saw the rushing red in his cheeks.
Mouth slowly trembling out of nervousness, Silver let out an awkward cough and ruffled her h
Perpetual Proginetor1. Kitchen
"Let's see, how to cook eggs." Silver muttered to himself as he scanned around the kitchen. One finger tapping his mouth, he eyed the fridge. A cocky chuckle blew off his lips. Feet walking toward the refrigerator, Silver opened it and took out an egg. He scoffed arrogantly, palm cozily holding the hard shell. "This will be easy."
Switching the grill on, Silver placed a small pot on top of the lighting fire and poured some oil on it. As he did, his mind wandered to the sleeping Kotone in their room. For some apparent reason, Silver decided to surprise her in making breakfast. He knew Kotone did most of the cooking. It wasn't that she was ordered to.
No. What annoyed Silver was the fact that she didn't believe him when it came to him cooking.
An egoistic scoff wheezed through gritted teeth. "Saying I can't cook. Please." Huffing his chest in pride, Silver raised his hand slightly and gently cracked the egg on the pot's end.
He then stopped when the egg didn't show a sp
Will You? Pokemon RosaXHugh Fanfic *One-shot**Note: Both are 18 in this
I ran my arm across my forehead, flinging sweat off and clamped my teeth together. This can't end well, my Chandelure has taken has taken quite a bit of damage from Hughs' Samurott.
"Grr, Chandelure, return!" I shouted, making her return, I quickly threw out Sawsbuck, "Sawsbuck, let's do this, this is the last one!" I shouted, throwing a look at Hugh, who was grinning like a mad man.
"Aww, is Rosa getting frustrated?" His laugh echoed acrossed the field.
"No, I'm not!" I shouted, "Sawsbuck, Horn Leech, now!"
"Samurott, dodge." Hugh said, then shouted out an attack.
Sawsbuck didn't dodge quick enough, and was hit head on.
I was just getting ready to send out Chandelure, since that's the only Pokemon I have left, when Hugh ran up to me.
"Stop! Wait!" He screamed, knocking into me, making us both fall to the ground.
"Argh," I said, looking up, noticing that Hugh was over me, "What is it?" I questioned quietly.
"Well, I was wondering, since, you know we've b
Emotion Addiction - 2. Anger2. Anger
Silver stormed on the road, fists clenching. He ignored the glances the people of Azalea Town were throwing at him. He didn't care. He was too angry to focus on anything else other than what he had discovered earlier that day.
He had heard that a certain criminal organization had returned after three years of being disbanded.
And what's worse—someone beat him to defeating them at Slowpoke Well.
And, he happened to bump into someone familiar in the process.
After some time training his weak Pokémon, Silver went to the Pokémon Center, to heal his Pokémon. He glanced around the center, a bored expression on his face. Tapping his fingers on the counter impatiently, he waited for his Pokémon.
After Nurse Joy handed him his Pokémon, he walked off into the doors of the center. As he opened the door he froze as a woman said, "...Team Rocket is back, it's too dangerous to go outside, sweetie."
My first drabble- Those Little MomentsThose Little Moments
(~You call it a kiss, I call it punctuation~)
Silver sat down on the sofa, quietly 'reading' a book while Kotone carried on talking.
"So then Ethan totally flipped out and it turns out Marill was just hiding behind the gym. Isn't that funny, Silvy?" The pig-tailed brunette asked, looking at the red-head who kept his eyes glued onto a random page of his book.
"Silvy?" Kotone asked, poking Silver.
"Silvy, Silvy, Silvy, Si-" "Shut up you damn annoying woman." Silver growled acidly. Kotone huffed in annoyance and slouched in her seat.
"…" A silence swept through the room.
"Silver?" The pig-tailed brunette asked. No response came from the red-head.
"Do you want to hear another story?" She asked hopefully.
"No." Silver hissed coldly.
"Well, I'll tell you anyw-" But Kotone was cut-off by something rough and inexperienced. Silver pulled back and look
Pokemon are our LightVolcarona, the shining sun
Gave the world light when it had none
And Rapidash, the flaming steed
Shouldered out weight with blazing speed
Absol, made of darkest night
Warned us of disaster’s might
As Excadrill, with claws of stone
Dug the tunnels to lead our own
And Dragonite, of legends told
Saved stranded sailors since the times of old
Celebi, the traveling maid
Spread peace to cease the restless blade
As Leavanny, in gracious green
Sewed clothes from leaves, the forest queen
And Shaymin, in both Sky and Land
Helped gratitude spread from hand to hand
Togekiss, through times old and gone
Flew to herald the coming dawn
The playful prince, young Manaphy
Connected hearts across the sea
Always, Pokémon have helped us survive
Sharing our shelter, our food, our lives
By our side, faithful and loyal
Doing their part in our ceaseless toil
So take time to thank them for all that they’ve done
For it hasn’t been always that we’ve seen the sun
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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