The Writing Dino Moderator
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(10/19/03 11:21 pm)
The Exile, Ch. 1
Gosh . . . when was the last time a moderator posted a story here?
*cracks knuckles* Well, its time for me to rectify this, and I shall . . .
Here is a little piece that was milling in my head and I finally manage to put to print. In my head, this should be one of my better pieces and should go longer than any of my other fics. All this, of course, is in my head, so, *fingers crossed*
Without further ado . . . Mega's new fic.
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. . . This just in, "Disobedient Pokemon," apparently in many cities in the Kanto, Johto, and some Hoenn regions Pokemon have blatantly refused to become recalled and in some situations released themselves from their own Pokeballs. Fortunately, that was all that seemed to have occurred and few injuries resulted. Of those that were reported, a majority of them were due to Snorlaxes or Onixes being released at inappropriate times . . . and in the weather . . .
"This has been . . . a great push in the right direction," an old Sandslash grinned as he moved away from the Magnemite's beam projecting the news bulletin. "It is a great victory."
A roar of applause filled the area as the Pokemon who were listening cheered.
"Now, now, children, settle down, settle down." He rasped with a firm tone. "We have much work yet to be fulfilled. Although this is a great step for humanity to realize Pokemon as equals, we have merely begun to scratch the surface. Soon, our debt to the humans will be paid for, and when that day comes, you, me, and our children will be on level with humans. We must make them realize that we are creatures too and that our battling one another is truly barbaric. With each step we take, we will fulfill that dream of Pokemon and Humans living together peacefully."
Another loud roar and cheers came from the crowd which was amplified by the low rock ceiling.
"We have no enmity for the humans for using us as tools of war or toys to play with. If anything it has taught both of us much about each other and life. But the time has come for things to change. We have grown from that war five hundred years ago, and I believe we are a new generation of Pokemon which has grown passed those atrocities. We have matured and evolved mentally at last!"
"Now, many of you might wonder what the next step would be, and this is what it is. On the next full moon - that should give everyone a chance to hear and make their choice - we will refuse to harm another Pokemon, unless it is to defend someone other than ourselves. I realize that there are some predatory Pokemon here today, and I understand your desire to eat, but I ask not on that day. You can eat well the day before and after, but on the next full moon, no harm will come from a Pokemon to another Pokemon."
"Now go, brothers, and may The Redwings triumph!" He exclaimed as he raised his claws high in the air.
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"Another stirring speech, Greysand."
"Why thank you, Horace. I do say, though, these meetings wouldn't be half as successful if we didn't have such a dedicated group." The Sandslash smiled as he hobbled into the main hallway glowing with various flying bug Pokemon. He was very taken by the kind words; Horace, a strong-lipped Kadabra, always spoke with his harsh criticisms when they existed.
"Indeed, though I fear a few don't fully understand our cause . . ."
Greysand nodded slowly. "Yes, there are still a few who don't feel my methods excite the necessary change. It would be counterproductive if we become more extreme that what we are doing currently . . ."
Horace's eyes shot at Greysand's direction. "But isn't what we are currently doing too nice? Surely we can accomplish much more if we push a little harder."
"I would rather gain true equality slowly then a mock version quickly." He clicked his claws together at the door they had just walked up to.
Horace opened it psychically, "There is wisdom in those words . . . Still, I have often wondered if there was another way . . ."
With a low thud Greysand dropped his smooth stick cane in a hole and walked over to a mound of grass in the room and rested on top of it. The Oddishes that were tending the grass gave a happy bow and walked out of the room. "Horace, if you find a better way, please tell me about it."
"I will do my best sir." The Kadabra nodded. "Oh, and we just got word from the Pokemon Expeditionary Team, they will be returning sometime this evening."
"You mean he'll . . . but isn't it too early yet?"
"Apparently not, I received a mental message from Captain Yucca. He said he was quite pleased with the progress of this year's group and has taught them all he would normally teach and some he wouldn't . . . sadly."
The Sandlash nodded. "Yes, Captain Yucca isn't one to relieve his students until he feels he has completed their training." His eyes opened wide happily, revealing slight traces of cataracts. "My goodness, it has been almost a year now . . . I wonder what fine Pokemon you have become, son . . ."
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I have hated females. I always had hated females and I probably always will hate them. There is something about them that just doesn't strike me the right way; perhaps it's their affinity to groups instead of the power of independence, perhaps its their domestic mentality, or perhaps, as I have been told on numerous occasions, that I believe myself inferior to them and thus posses that enmity. You yourself can determine my earnestness on that last notion.
This, if you could imagine, has caused a wealth of opposition from both males and females - the males naturally impressing the female they are courting by siding with them. Such hypocrisy. Though it has occurred where a male has challenged my notions on their own behalf, whom I greatly respect, these rare few are hardly frequent enough to be a valid representation of my sex. For the females reading this - don't expect such an open minded guy to just walk by.
The best question posed me, I suppose, is "why." Usually I scoff at the notion and rebut a quick 'Mind your own business,' but that would only hide my own uncertainty. Perhaps . . . I decided this at my birthplace . . .
I was born in the Ice Cavern of the Johto Region and I am a Magby. While you may find this odd, it truly makes a lot of sense. It's a testing ground to wild Magbies; we grow in the place where we are most challenged, to ensure our ferocity as we enter into adulthood. The cavern is also littered with Swinub and other such Ice-types which can be defeated quickly with fire attacks and whose flesh are sweet and full of nutrition. But what is the most significant reason is the little known fact that Smoochum eggs look identical to Magby eggs and the uninhibited aggression of a hunting Magmar could seriously injure its child.
Thus, I was born to a surrogate Jynx mother. Though I was very young, I do recall that she was a very odd creature. She'd drift dreamily from one place to another and never really seemed to realize that I was not the same as her Smoochum children. She must have noticed eventually, though. I mean, how long could you have a child which seared through ice wall after ice wall and was too hot to touch? Perhaps that was normal, but when you are a hatchling your vision tends not to expand beyond your mother and your siblings.
Siblings . . . yes, I did have siblings . . . three Smoochums. They were terribly dull, too, but what could one expect for creatures which discover things by touching them with their lips? Ha, once there was a time when they discovered one another and were 'kissing,' for a lack of a better term, one another. I, of course, was sitting on a rock watching all this intently. Suddenly, like Magnemite pulled to iron, their heads swiveled over my direction and their lips grinned wide. You cannot imagine my horror as my three 'sisters' began rushing me with puckered lips. In desperation, I rushed at a glacial wall and burned a quick escape, but to no avail. Eventually they realized, to my dismay, that they held psychic powers and could easily overtake me and bind my body with their minds. Simultaneously, despite my squeamishness, they kissed my face - and at the same time screamed a wail which almost rendered me deaf. In their gleeful chase, they failed to realize that I was a good thousand degrees hotter than them. I remember laughing though my tears as they each rushed at the ice to cool their lips only to have them get stuck to the frigid ice walls. After a while, momma Jynx found us and we helped my sisters from their own trap.
All this happened rather early in my life, and is very cloudy. Though difficult to say exactly how long I remained in that cave, I would guess three months, though my observations have determined that the first two months of a hatchling's life is spent in a helpless, mindless state. Realizing that I am saying that most of my birthplace memories occurred in the span of a month, I am sticking to my chronology. I do seem to recall that shortly after the kissing incident, I began my hate.
There is one memory of Ice Cavern which I remember perfectly. It was a failed Swinub hunt, and I was feeling pretty dejected and worn as I returned to momma Jynx and the three Smoochum. Whenever I failed to find anything to eat, it usually meant that I had to eat the frozen roots and berries that they found, which I absolutely hated. Even today I have troubled eating fruits frozen in the freezer. Nothing I did, ember, char, not even smoke would make them taste good. So, I was straggling in a vain attempt to prologue my hungry stomach from eating that distasteful food. Suddenly, I heard a sound behind me and turned only to see a yellow-striped black ball smack my face and swallow my body. I was so surprised, hungry, dejected, cold, worn, and lonely that I was an easy capture for the Ultraball. I've not seen the family I was born into ever since.
I remember in the ball it was very dark, and only my echoing thoughts greeted me in the secluded place. Here I was all but swallowed in despair, for at the time my thoughts were just as dark as the ball. Where was my mother and sisters? Where was my rescue? Why was I alone here? Will I always be here to remain for eternity? What was eternity? One thing I did recall, I hated where I was and if I could prevent it, I'd avoid this place with all my power. To this day I still do, for I am afraid of that dark . . .
Then, a voice echoed within my ball. At the time, in my seclusion, I thought it the voice of some deity. "Christine, I have a gift for you." Being the deity, and the one with the power to contain and release my being in this place, surely this was a creator of grand wisdom and power. Whoever this Christine was must have been either an equal or someone whom the deity cared for very much. Of course, I was a child then and my mind thought simpler thoughts but the effect was still the same.
With a snap and a flash, I appeared in a place the likes of which I have never seen before. It was made of . . . wood, I think I heard from the occasionally wilderness 'mon which wandered into the cavern. What's more significant though, I was staring eye-to-eye with a creature which looked like a pubescent Jynx, but in a certain sense, did not at all.
"Oh Daddy!" It screamed with particular glee. "He's sooooo cute! Is he mine? Can I keep him?" I looked up at the yellow haired creature's squeal, my eyes captivated by such a unique creature. Though very much so like my Smoochum sisters, her voice was much lower and, in my mind, much more pleasant to hear.
"Of course, my dear, but not today. In a couple of months you will go to the Pokemon Center and get your license. On that day, Magby will be yours."
"Magby? That's a stupid name." I was hurt. What was wrong with my name? "Hmm . . . you are red, like a rose . . . maybe Fireflower?" Desperately I shook a hurried 'NO!'
"No? How about Smokey? Firebug? Firestarter? Matches? Candlestick?"
"Wow, he's pretty calm for a wild Pokemon." Christine's father commented.
"Yeah! Magby, from here on your name will be Wildfire!" In disparity, I gave a slight nod - it was better than the other names. I don't know why, but then I had a feeling I was yet again bound unto this older Smoochum, and the pangs of distress quivering in my stomach. "Either that or Lumpy."
She came in and gave me a hug, and for some reason which I cannot tell, I didn't get as hot as I normally would have. There was something difference about this one, and I was curious to know what it was.
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I retract my original remark, there is one female which I care greatly for, and that would be Christine. Shortly after my appointed servitude I learned where I was, and what the 'deities' truly were. And that was fine with me, really. These creatures known as humans as a whole were ingenious, being able to harness our power with their ingenuity to create a structure and civilization unheard of in the Pokemon community. At the time, I was curious find out what I could discover from these two.
Then came that inevitable catastrophe, I remember it quite vividly. I was learning to read human, gazing happily at Dr. Seuss' "Green Eggs and Ham," when I came to a word that I couldn't read. By this time I learned to point and coo at a word and Christine would tell me how to read the word and what it meant. But I couldn't find her, and wandered aimlessly through her house. Then I heard footsteps in the bathroom . . . and though I knew that it was a special room where humans only entered one at a time, I grew used to walking in after hearing footsteps since it usually signified completion of their business. I opened the door. To my and Christine's horror, I accidentally walked in on her as she was taking a bath and I saw everything. The truth struck hard that my owner was the sex which I learned to hate the most. I was devastated. We were growing to like each other, going a full fourteen shifts of the sun and moon (which too was new to me) and suddenly I discovered that she was one of . . . them. That night and for nights to come I slept on the couch, away from Christine's soft, gentle snore.
A rift occurred between the two of us, which I regret to this day. Though for the days that followed Christine's betrayal I learned much more of the human world and their ways, I once again was alone in the cold world as I was in the Ice Cavern. During that time I learned that Christine's father was a field researcher for Silph's Johto region testing their products on Johto-exclusive Pokemon and often wasn't home. I learned the words and ways of the world as the humans saw and said them. I learned of the Pokeballs and all the wealth of human's knowledge (and fallacies) of Pokemon. I also learned that the humans died, as we tread a solemn path to the memorial of Christine's mother.
That's not to say she didn't try. I just wasn't ready. When she'd reach for me, I blazed infernally and made myself a dark flame of hatred. This occurred in many different ways, from food to physical touch to physical segregation. If I were her, I would have abandoned a vehement little cretin such as myself. But she didn't give up. Though my mind tells me that she just desired to prove herself an adequate trainer by breaking such a stubborn Pokemon in, my heart tells me otherwise. She had made a connection with me those first two weeks, and although my mind seemed to have changed after that accidental discovery, she was determined to fix whatever which separated us.
Two months went by, and Christine had all but given up. I had reduced her to a depressed shell much like myself. I couldn't say I was pleased, though. She was as kind as any creature, male or female, could possibly have been and I was what I learned to call an "@#%$." Christine's father had returned by then, spouting joyful stories of the wonderful creations of Sylph. Apparently, they had decided to develop a factory in the Johto region, in a city called "Goldenrod" which would allow both he and Christine to live in the same city instead of the long stretch of isolation. She was pleased of this, but fidgeted at her food glumly and shooing away any questions of 'what is wrong?' I, of course, new full well . . .
The time came for Christine to receive her license, and she was just as disillusioned by the whole thing as I was with her. We were probably a sight, two creatures sauntering with our heads low. I was required to be with her to show the committee that she had a starter, Christine's father's idea entirely. While walking, Christine was chided harshly by this group of four girls for how pathetic we looked, "a loser and his trainer" they laughed. If it was possible for us to slink any lower, we did so as we entered the Pokemon League building.
If there was one thing I respected of Christine, it was her intelligence. It's not the kind of some unequivelent genius which possessed unique useless information, but rather it was an application of all her acquired knowledge at a problem. Especially at ten, she was very advanced logically than most her age. But, due to her depression she got the lowest score possible while still passing, a 71. Afterwards she slowly presented me as her Pokemon to the committee and received comments of "Magbies are a hard to train, are you sure?" and "He looks particularly rebellious, I dunno if a little girl like you can handle it." Despite this, she said "Yes, I am sure." It was a kind of stubbornness which you'd see in males . . . with a shrug, I returned to my shell.
With a happy sadness, we left the Pokemon League and were quickly wrung by the Carvanhas which greeted us earlier.
"Oooh . . . lowest score of the class, you are going to make an excellent trainer!"
"Well, at least we know we can beat SOMEone."
"Yeah, Chrissy, and your Pokemon is absolutely pathetic, I'd be surprised if you could beat a low-level Pidgey with him."
"SHUT UP!" came a retort which made the four of us stare agape. "Now I can see why Wildfire hates girls, he must have met people like you! People without kind words or thoughts for anybody and go about their own deluded lives tearing down others! And it's a shame, because . . . because . . . I know that we, people, can be better . . ."
There was a moment of silence while the girls digested those words. In the mental world, though, they were bulimic, as they quickly spewed the words out like yesterday's trash. "Strong words coming from a loser like you."
I broke. There are times of pure, unequivalent emotion and feeling which sing out to those with ears to hear. The fact that they were so deaf to her words was testament to their incompetence, and I wasn't going to let them . . . or myself prevent her glorious truth. In a fit of rage I shot what was my first flamethrower at those three girls and laughed as they screamed away desperately trying to put their clothes out rolling in the ground or trying to find water. It was a moment I cherished to this day.
To my surprise, Christine laughed. Loudly. It was not what I expected, but it felt . . . sheltered, happy. She leveled close and frowned. "Now, Wildfire it's not good to attack humans, even humans who deserve it." She grinned with a wink.
Tear-eyed, I embraced her, and for the first time I felt someone else's warmth.
The Dragon of the Ages
Posts: 487
(10/24/03 6:58 am)
Re: The Exile, Ch. 1
I'm leaving my comments on Serebiis only if that's ok ^-~
And if ye get time, would you look at S&C, CotD over there? the links are in my sig.
*ish Ar01! aka Arcanine 0!!*
Man have I got to get a better nick u.u
I have nothing for you so get the hell outta my room! *bonk and more carriot related bonks*
catsMarch5 And the cats go marching on...
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(10/24/03 8:55 pm)
Re: The Exile, Ch. 1
HA! I said I would read it and I did. Anyways, interesting chapter you have. this will definately steal the votes....then again this is the only new thing to pop up now...
Also maybe it's just me but Graysand sounds familar....but like I said, it's probably just me and I'm thinking too much of our RPs....
Well now I'm inspired to write up pokemon stuff...now I just need my disk.
Anyways, Happy halloween everyone! *goes off wishing that to everyone*
I finally put some type of fiction up. That's Against the Will, in the general forum. Chapters 1-6 are available to read. I also put up a short story titled Silence. So go there and read them.
The Writing Dino Moderator
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(10/27/03 7:16 pm)
Thank you everybody!
I appreciate the comments, it really helps me want to continue. ^_^
Gengy, um, "A New Dawn" is in that place where stories may be continued, but usually is used as a reference and ideas. I don't think it'll be continued, sadly.
The Exile, Ch. 1
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