The Dragon of the Ages
Posts: 479
(10/11/03 2:27 am)
Call of the Dragon Chapter 1
It's something else I started ok? u.u Been learning a lot while doing it and S&C is still going strong at just reaching Chapter 38
The Chargon in this isn't mine, it's another one and we believe it's from Cinnabar, now Pewtwer like my one was. meh all in good fun and in Chapter 6 a bizarre kecleon called Cotton appears but you'll just have to wait won't you? Oo
Has been editted and been quite a while for me trying this style e.e
Call of the Dragon Chapter 1
Forever watching seems like a duty to me. I watch over long times, short as well. I know much of the world, how they grow and they die. To me all the life could be held within my paws like a brooding mother over her unborn clutch though I know this could never be. We can change our destinies, just as I have to step away from the shadowed image that a watcher only sees. I am known to the world as a flying Dragon like a beast of legend though to others I am more that such tales for I have life. I watch the destinies twine and fall away and watch as the human’s curse begins to leak their evil to what they touch. Some are innocent, unknowing, and pure but of these days past they are ruthless killing machines towards any life they meet, even a Pokemon’s. I have watched them learn over time, learn of more destruction as they set forth down the road of misery and deceit with the silver shapes they call guns, the word that strikes fear into any hatchlings heart.
I have seen many fall to this creature they form with their own paws, watch them aim it towards a defenseless skull at close quarters and murdering their quarry in a single ear splitting sound. Those who are not killed by them suffer till their end or until the human strikes once more. They use the silver in aid of controlling Pokemon I fear have lost what made them what they are. The silver I have seen many times strike warnings to the poor beasts, making the Pokemon within their quarter’s savage and unreasonable. Being with humans like that make lose their inheritance of the world that we struggle to survive within. Those creatures attack without mercy, with anger in their eyes and death bleeding from their coats.
The humans have changed them forever; they have changed all of us.
My name? I have no real name. Though a Dragon I can‘t my self deny my Pokemon inheritance of the past. The title that has been wrapped around me would be Chargon though I rather live without a tag. I am well traveled considering, I have seen worlds that have faded from history, worlds where peace and equality was not a myth. I wish for those days to return but that is never to be, we must fight to survive and so we shall. And if we are to learn of the future that has passed before we must.
I currently lay on one of he many structure’s roves, my head upon my out stretched paws though still able to peer down to the darkened streets below where my vision fades. Light streams from the tall mottled gray beings that step forward from the rough edged structures that do noting for the claws of any beast. I watch without moving as something almost silently pads into the mimicked sunlight, standing away from the ink of the darker colder nights we’ve had in a while. The shaggy coat I see covered in dried blood and torn away scars wrapped in the human’s black hearts is a Mightyena. They were once powerful, intelligent wolf like animals roaming the world but that is no more. Now they are attack Pokemon for the human cause, knowing not of the word death for their own sake but still chewing upon the souls of those they rip apart with their fangs. I shudder a little though remain silent. The other canines, Houndoom and Arcanine, proved too much for the humans to handle unlike these. They never saw freedom again after their failure to obey and were killed by the ones who did obey and left to rot outside the structure’s range. I can feel slight vibrations from the forever snarling fangs as it trots away from view. Anything those patrol wolves find that isn’t a recognizable scent would do wise to run, but they never are fast enough to survive the ravenous lust for blood they now possess. I to have had run ins with them though not from this area. Strong as I may be they could have easily killed me had I not beat them to the task. The scars from the pack of human Mightyena still claim my hide, buried amongst aged scales. Since then I’ve always been careful, the future depends on my survival.
Sleep is a danger in these times. Even for the humans, sleep can end your life in a second while you are unprotected. There hearts have become so bitter that murdering each other is almost a hobby though it seems sicking and pointless to me. Admittedly if it gets their minds of us and lessens their numbers it can only be a good thing. I awn with tired eyes as the golden orb rises anew though failing to really light the darkness. Knowing hat the humans will soon rise I part, spreading my battered wings and gathering air to let me glide rather than use energy and keep myself in the air. With little more than rolling dust, I am gone, away from the human dens.
You may wonder what has become of the legends that bind the land that has fallen into such turmoil. Their names are no longer spoken, they no longer exist. Even the mighty Lugia was fallen by the human’s destructive power. There is a chance they could be brought to life once more but the creatures have long since disappeared into the mouths of the hungry. When Ho-oH was felled, the light of the world seemed to vanish forever as his feathers scattered to the ground before his limp body. Each of the creatures affected the world in some way as his or her life force faded. It still brings me great sadness as I think of the Articuno, a good friend of mine being forced into the open by fire and filled with the silver’s arrows of death. Her eggs were smashed and the shrine, which she made, her home destroyed. How I miss my old friend. I fear for the creatures that were created as well, their life being held on balance as they are pursued for all time, destined to fall from their titles and wither like the rose that forms our world.
One day when the wrong is righted, maybe we can bring back what life they held and give it back to the world. But for now the human’s darkness is too strong, too powerful, the time is not ready to be used.
Across the world’s, all remaining Pokemon live in constant fear. There is no one to unite and protect them living them in chaos. With each passing day more able paws fall victim to he human’s creatures that seem to be in endless supply. Many go down fighting but the dent on the human’s is too weak to have an impact. Those humans control many powerful beasts that destroy anything their master commands. I fear soon there will be none of us left except those the humans have forced under their whip of loyalty. Though they too wish to survive, their hunger and thirst for blood destroys any thought of rebelling. To the humans they are slaves, expendable and worthless. So is the bitter circle of life now. How I long for the days again where equality roamed free as the Pidgeot once did. Sadly the memories are always shattered by the curse ever invading our lives.
I wheel away with tears rolling from my eyes and sailing down from my face, away from my body and becoming the lost emotion of the new world.
I have nothing for you so get the hell outta my room! *bonk and more carriot related bonks*
The Writing Dino Moderator
Posts: 69
(10/12/03 2:46 pm)
Hmm . . . hmm? Mmm . . .
This is an interesting piece. There is a lot of angst in here, and a lot of nefariousness fromt he hands of the humans. I almost feel guilty for what was going on . . . good job.
A comment I would have, though is what happened to the nice people? I mean, the evil ones will eventually gain dominance, but that still doesn't mean that the good people still exist. That wasn't commented at all.
Also, with all the thought process, it seems kinda dry. After a while I began thinking 'OK, so its bad, you've convinced me . . . ' THEN I read the part about how the legendaries were killed. And I was like - WHOA, OK, that made everything that I just read a lot more significant. You should probably put that part earlier in this chapter, to help us give scope on how bad it is.
The Dragon of the Ages
Posts: 483
(10/12/03 3:18 pm)
Re: Hmm . . . hmm? Mmm . . .
I'm such a demented git Lol
As far as I've figured out, many of the good people have been killed. I can't remember the chapter but there was refrence to an Officer Jenny, think it was next chapter with the Iron Claws. This is only at Chapter 6 right now and was a serious spur of the moment thing. I'll go and find Chapter 2, it's around Serebii somewhere though it's lagging me something rotton.
*pokes her own Chargon then runs*
o_o
I have nothing for you so get the hell outta my room! *bonk and more carriot related bonks*
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