Crystal Hikara
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I've been the mad lazy the last however long, not really in the mood for editing old blasted chapters of Rose Quartz Onyx; (I'm not stopping it! just taking a little break from editing, that's all.) nor have I been interested in continuing the story from where I left off as well, given I'm at some boring part and it's just dull in its entirety to write. So, I just got my creative juices, some thoughts, and hopefully I know my way around an old game or two to make this a decently enjoyable work in progress. I have no idea how long it'll be, and I don't have a great working title for this. I don't know if I'll drop it. Just as artists have warm-up doodle sessions, I'll have my doodle session of a random piece.
This first part isn't even the prologue; normally I don't even have prologues, so writing two of the sort is sorta weird, in a way. (Having trouble finding the actual name for the prologue before the prologue right now, so this chapter will be nameless for a while...)
Chapter Index:
Pro-Prologue (scroll down)
Prologue
Chap. 1: Change
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Pro-Prologue
“Here ye, here ye, oh young, fine gentlemen!” Sharp taps upon a shimmering goblet filled to the brim with the most pungent liquid man could buy with a piece of rare metal caused the general ruckus around the stone-cobbled room to cease. Even the befriended wild creatures of the deadly forest paused to heed the words of the young warrior standing before them. His prized hilt concealing the sword that had done in both human and monster alike, his armor gleamed a curious silver in the torchlight. Fire bounced off his copper eyes, both proud as he raised his cup and cocky in the most foolish of ways. With his premature, slate-gray hair resting beside his ears, he paused only a moment more to ensure all had their worthy attention spans focusing on him.
“Dearest gentlemen of my clan,” he began in his boisterous voice, “I praise ye all for nothing short of an amazing battle against the Rebellion! Once more we have protected His Highness’s lands from those no-good fiends, longing to seize hold of the Earth and all of its riches for their own greedy ends.” He briefly hesitated in his speech, so as to allow the several other soldiers below his mighty gaze to cheer rambunctiously and bang precariously upon the splintering tables before them. The various creatures around the room themselves called happily to the event, with fur bristling, fires crackling and feathers dancing wildly in the air. Raising a gauntlet, quiescence once again fell in the gathering room.
“Now, may we all pray, dear gentlemen, for the souls to come to their senses, and that these vile, despicable acts of treason against His Majesty be brought to a halt; His Royal Highness has been more than accommodating for us, in the way he shelters us and gives us hearty meals to live off of. Now, let us also pray, my gentlemen, for the poor souls who’s lives were extinguished within the heat of the battle, serving His Highness’s will; and for that of our hearty comrades of the forests, such wondrous monsters as the esteemed ‘Nightingale’, the loyal and beautiful ‘Duchess’, and, of course, our stupendous and comical duo ‘Nevermore’ and ‘Moreso’ for their endless co-operations and services for our merry group.” Hoots and hollers agreed most rambunctiously as the raven-like monster buffed out his onyx chest feathers, the feminine yet human-esque creature curtseyed, and the ochre-bodied mice immediately took to a table top, showering the spectators with a dazzling display of white and orange sparks.
“Aye, nevermore be those bloody enemies, and moreso I hope my cup will be filled with the best wine there is!” a man called from the table as guffaws spread like wildfire.
“I’ll drink to that, my fine fellow!” another responded.
“Here ye! Here ye! Ye shall all be blasted brutes if ye don’t let a good man finish his statement, now should ye?” the captain bellowed, and son the silence was nearly deafening. “...now, tomorrow night, with the good help of our forest lead ‘Dragonflower’…” at this, he nodded off to his left side, where a large, dinosaur like creature stood on all four warted feet. Even with the face of a toad and the eyes of a snake, it was the brilliant red flower of the plant-dweller that bloomed from his gigantic back that made ‘Dragonflower’ so intimidating. Dragonflower’s eyes set across the room at the mention of his name, peering down endlessly at the soldiers; his gaze was filled with hunger, yet with kindness all the same. “…we shall burst into the very evil woods themselves, the stronghold of those ruffians, the Sinister Woods!”
Mutters and gossips flew around swiftly at the name of the forbidden place.
“Come now, men! Ye all are young and brave at heart! Such treks as these, through the woods, shall be nothing!”
“But, Sir Kehy’taro!” one bold member shouted. “Those evil woods ye speak of…they’re the Devil’s land! Those the mighty Underlord doesn’t kill, he steals their very souls and turns them into monsters far fouler than the imagination can believe in-”
“Nonsense, Sir Aaron, or have ye completely lost your head in this blasted heat?” Sir Kehy’taro retorted, his heavy leather boots clad in armor carrying him into the numbers. “Ghosts, the Devil, such is mere folklore used for children to keep them on their chores instead of having them run off to espionage upon the Rebels and thus have their heads returned to their widowed mothers! Also in disagreement, my fine sir, we do have the fine Miss Dawn in our powerful hands, and from our excellent powers of persuasion and bribery for her well-being and marriagability, she hath disclosed to us that the foul Sinister Woods indeed be the place we may find their stronghold! I shall have no talk against this! We shall head out at noon tomorrow!”
Murmurs still were cast in the sanctuary’s haze, as all eyes fell upon the fair lady whom they had spoke about. With shining strawberry brunette hair and curves not born from a corset, Miss Dawn defiantly eyed the crowd back as she struggled endlessly against the ropes that pinioned her wrists. The curiously blue eyes of hers shot around, daring anything be said about her. As one man fought to drag up her light red gown, she swiftly kicked him with the heel of her shoe. Laughter prevailed as the lady was pulled away by a human-type, blue-skinned, muscular monster.
“Laugh may ye,” she began with all distaste, “but the words that Sir Aaron speak are the truth, let it be known! Dare any enemy delve into the Sinister Woods without the blessing of the forest guardian Ninetales, then all shall be betrothed to an eternity to serving your Highness as monsters!”
“Ninetales? Ha! Mere balderdash! We know not a creature by that name,” Kehy’taro scoffed, thumbing his nose rudely her way. “Ye should know better to keep your words tidy and clean of ill-will, miss, less you find yourself without your escort ‘Pounder’!”
“Her name is Machoke, ye fiend! I don’t care about what the king decides to name them-”
“That’s His Royal Highness to you, wench!” the captain cried, and she gasped in all of the indignity her name was given. “Ye shall become just that if ye don’t still that tongue of yours! Now, drink up, my merry men, and let us feast in preparation for tomorrow eve!” With a hot temper, the man sat down at the head of his table, and soon the joyous entirety of the celebration was once again afoot.
“Are ye sure this is the proper route, ‘Dragonflower’?” Kehy’taro questioned in a small breath to the grass monster as they trudged along. Deep green foliage above blocked out the morning light, and various creatures lightly hooted and sung. Even the crickets and their song were eerily quiet; all noise seemed to come from the man and his party. Too many twigs seemed to snap underfoot, too much brush was chopped aside noisily. Guiding his men with the lady snugly barricaded in the middle of the pack, the leader felt great unease for the party.
“Saur,” the brutal monster answered with a simple flick of his head up and down.
“Why have we not seen a collection of the Rebels, then? Or any rogue fiends that dare go against His Majesty’s blessing and oppose us for death?”
“Venu, venusaur,” was the blunt response with a shake of his mighty head.
“I suppose one may not always have the answers to this world…”
“Sir?” a soldier stepped up, kneeling only for a moment behind him.
“What is it, courageous one?”
“Sir, we have been noticing that as we make our progression through these forsaken woods, men have slowly been disappearing,” his voice quivered. Even though his helmet covered his face, the soldier was clearly pouring beads of sweat from beneath his visor. At this Kehy’taro paused, eyeing the man with his intimidating glare.
“Surely they know the penalty of leaving His Majesty’s duties without direct permission from His Highness himself is that of treason?”
“Sir, they were some of our most loyal men, sir,” he muttered meekly. “I do trust they knew the price too well, alas something nasty has become of them, sir?”
“I didn’t hear a bloody thing, though…are ye suspecting of an ambush lying in wait, or are ye being filled with faerie-tale stories that the old wench threatened us so poorly with?”
“No, sir, it just happens that-”
“Sir! Seven more men just went missing!” another boldly called, and swiftly the orange eyes launched to the supposed spot. Lady Dawn’s escort had swooped her upon her shoulder defensively, and several heads of steel weren’t present around the fair maiden. With a defiant fire in her eye, the female spoke once more.
“Your men hath been deemed as easy targets for the Devil and his servants of this forest for your dishonest deeds and for His Majesty’s unfair taxes, Sir Kehy’taro!”
“Speak not further, woman, lest I allow these fine gentlemen to have their way with ye!” he raged, but soon his words were drowned out.
There were hundreds of them. If there were four score of men left from the abductions, each would be allowed to deal with five men and monsters combined easy. All against the King’s party loomed down from tree and bush like hungry vultures slowly encircling their prey as they make their last dying breaths. Upon their numerous numbers golden emblems embraced their arms, horns, legs, and wings with their own self-righteous symbol against the Monarch. They stood or scrunched there, waiting, some with tooth, sword or spear in hand. They just waited, breathlessly, motionlessly, as though painted statues welcoming them to a castle instead of a battle royale.
With pupils small and eyes wide, the leader paused momentarily in the deafening silence before he ordered what he knew to be his last.
“ATTACK!”
The scene jumped to life; weapons flew to clash with one another, archers pierced their targets, teeth gnawed on helpless victims, dangerous leaves slashed open wounds from the forest monsters, and death began to reek on the floor of the woods as the battle began. Removing his weapon from a now past adversary, the great man caught sight of the Lady being led off by monster and few soldiers alike into the woods. Hesitating only a moment to defeat another foe, the man’s slate, ragged hair flew behind him as he set chase.
“HALT! IN THE NAME OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS!”
Alas, he knew it wouldn’t have done much good, but it seemed to push the escaping party to move faster. Glancing back momentarily to watch flocks of crows dive in on the enemy upon ‘Nightingale’s orders, with a whistle the general called the gorgeous green and white creature to his side.
“I need your sight to see where they’re headed so we aren’t lost of their trail!” he ordered, and swiftly ‘Duchess’ nodded. Closing her garnet eyes, her aura cast into the forest. Without a second thought, he called to his best man to take over the battle temporarily before he dove deep into the woods.
Panting, wood cracking, and the simple hum of psychic sight grew to be the only thing for Kehy’taro’s ears to pick up as he pursued the team.
“Halt! Halt I say, lest I must execute you for treason against His Majesty’s orders!” he kept his orders throaty.
“Fall to the evil of thy woods where you belong, scum!” Dawn called back. “…Oomph!” Soon her muscleous mount fell over a root in her hurry to escape, and the fair lady tumbled onto the ground. Attempting to quickly get her on her feet, the two soldiers of the Rebellion swept to her side, but the twenty-first general of the Royal Army took full advantage over the situation; with two simple motions of his sword wrist, they gasped their last breaths. The maiden trembled beneath his glare as he slowly lowered down to grab her.
“Come on, wench. I will see to it ye shall never marry now…”
“Halt.” Sudden words spoken with a wonderful English accent made him pause and rise to his feet. Even Lady Dawn was spooked.
“Who dareth command me, by order of the Royal King, to bow to thee and stop my righteous actions?”
“That, ye bold and arrogant fool, would be me.” Golden and brown fur gleamed in what little light was provided. Nine tails bat about freely as the fox creature stepped forth, muzzle long and as gorgeous as its backend appendages. Keen red eyes stared quite intensely upon the man of the King, even making him draw back as the gentle paws stepped out of the brush.
“Mistress Ninetales!” Dawn gasped, and immediately bowed her head. Kehy’taro gaped, falling in love with the fur of the creature quicker than a man could die. Paying no heed to her admirer, Ninetales spoke once more in that flawless speech.
“If ye are so foolish to try and harm the fair Lady Dawn here, or are so blatantly stupid to try and come into the forest knowing oft your death in the first place, then I commend ye for your overwhelming courage and lack of tact.” The fox hesitated as the man shook his head, and began cackling. “A man made mad with a sword in hand is quite a dangerous state to be in. Do choose your actions well, Noble Fighter of the Human King…”
“A creature such as yourself…such a pity that the tongue of English had to be wasted by the legendaries themselves on something that must be skinned…” he chortled recklessly, and without another say-so on the matter, he stretched his hand out and roughly latched onto one of the several tails at his disposal to cut one off as his personal prize.
Ninetales released a yelp.
Her glare turned him to stone.
Raising an unnatural cry, otherworldly powers surrounded the fox, and the man backed off, though too little too late. “May ye be cursed eternally for your evil actions against the world, cursed to watch the kingdom ye seem so captivated by for eternity fall to shambles and not have the ability to do anything about it…!”
Just as the final word had been cast, a shade of green flew in front of his body, arms thrown open protectively.
Black light encompassed the poor ‘Duchess’, who gave a sorrowful cry as her eyes locked onto the man’s. In absolute disbelief as he watched the creature wreathe in pain, the golden creature turned her eyes once more to the man.
“Such a man, to have a Gardevoir so willingly protect ye…” she began, gazing at the emotion monster. “Will you cast aside your foolish ways to do what ye know to be proper and save her?”
He gazed at the moaning creature, at the lady, and then took a step back.
“Know if ye leave, ye shall receive a worse fate when ye meet your end,” Ninetales began, but he was already gone. Soon Gardevoir cried no more. Lady Dawn, holding back tears, gazed to the vulpine.
“Mistress...Ninetales…?”
“One day shall come where his soul is finally allowed to reincarnate, near the day of my millennia birthday. A sentence of living nor in Heaven, ****, or on this Earth, but in pitch black nothingness shall not quell his desires for power, though I pray it shall allow him time to think oft what he hath done. The least I can do is ensure that if he may be reckless and attempt to destroy our world again, that his soul may be completely eradicated.”
“But, Mistress Ninetales, what if he does succeed in the attempt to rule the world when he reincarnates? What then?”
“…I’ll see to it that will not happen, Lady Dawn. Nobly so, I will see to it he hath a counter, a positive soul, to balance the light with the dark…”
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(and no, thank GOD the rest of the story isn't like that. *dead from writing like that. Forever* I just had to set the timeframe. Aaaand given I'm saying that Pokeballs haven't been invented around that time, then there couldn't have been any Pokemon, as you can't exactly fit a Tyranitar in your pocket if they're no Pokeballs to have it in, you know? So they were just known as 'monsters'.)
This first part isn't even the prologue; normally I don't even have prologues, so writing two of the sort is sorta weird, in a way. (Having trouble finding the actual name for the prologue before the prologue right now, so this chapter will be nameless for a while...)
Chapter Index:
Pro-Prologue (scroll down)
Prologue
Chap. 1: Change
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Pro-Prologue
“Here ye, here ye, oh young, fine gentlemen!” Sharp taps upon a shimmering goblet filled to the brim with the most pungent liquid man could buy with a piece of rare metal caused the general ruckus around the stone-cobbled room to cease. Even the befriended wild creatures of the deadly forest paused to heed the words of the young warrior standing before them. His prized hilt concealing the sword that had done in both human and monster alike, his armor gleamed a curious silver in the torchlight. Fire bounced off his copper eyes, both proud as he raised his cup and cocky in the most foolish of ways. With his premature, slate-gray hair resting beside his ears, he paused only a moment more to ensure all had their worthy attention spans focusing on him.
“Dearest gentlemen of my clan,” he began in his boisterous voice, “I praise ye all for nothing short of an amazing battle against the Rebellion! Once more we have protected His Highness’s lands from those no-good fiends, longing to seize hold of the Earth and all of its riches for their own greedy ends.” He briefly hesitated in his speech, so as to allow the several other soldiers below his mighty gaze to cheer rambunctiously and bang precariously upon the splintering tables before them. The various creatures around the room themselves called happily to the event, with fur bristling, fires crackling and feathers dancing wildly in the air. Raising a gauntlet, quiescence once again fell in the gathering room.
“Now, may we all pray, dear gentlemen, for the souls to come to their senses, and that these vile, despicable acts of treason against His Majesty be brought to a halt; His Royal Highness has been more than accommodating for us, in the way he shelters us and gives us hearty meals to live off of. Now, let us also pray, my gentlemen, for the poor souls who’s lives were extinguished within the heat of the battle, serving His Highness’s will; and for that of our hearty comrades of the forests, such wondrous monsters as the esteemed ‘Nightingale’, the loyal and beautiful ‘Duchess’, and, of course, our stupendous and comical duo ‘Nevermore’ and ‘Moreso’ for their endless co-operations and services for our merry group.” Hoots and hollers agreed most rambunctiously as the raven-like monster buffed out his onyx chest feathers, the feminine yet human-esque creature curtseyed, and the ochre-bodied mice immediately took to a table top, showering the spectators with a dazzling display of white and orange sparks.
“Aye, nevermore be those bloody enemies, and moreso I hope my cup will be filled with the best wine there is!” a man called from the table as guffaws spread like wildfire.
“I’ll drink to that, my fine fellow!” another responded.
“Here ye! Here ye! Ye shall all be blasted brutes if ye don’t let a good man finish his statement, now should ye?” the captain bellowed, and son the silence was nearly deafening. “...now, tomorrow night, with the good help of our forest lead ‘Dragonflower’…” at this, he nodded off to his left side, where a large, dinosaur like creature stood on all four warted feet. Even with the face of a toad and the eyes of a snake, it was the brilliant red flower of the plant-dweller that bloomed from his gigantic back that made ‘Dragonflower’ so intimidating. Dragonflower’s eyes set across the room at the mention of his name, peering down endlessly at the soldiers; his gaze was filled with hunger, yet with kindness all the same. “…we shall burst into the very evil woods themselves, the stronghold of those ruffians, the Sinister Woods!”
Mutters and gossips flew around swiftly at the name of the forbidden place.
“Come now, men! Ye all are young and brave at heart! Such treks as these, through the woods, shall be nothing!”
“But, Sir Kehy’taro!” one bold member shouted. “Those evil woods ye speak of…they’re the Devil’s land! Those the mighty Underlord doesn’t kill, he steals their very souls and turns them into monsters far fouler than the imagination can believe in-”
“Nonsense, Sir Aaron, or have ye completely lost your head in this blasted heat?” Sir Kehy’taro retorted, his heavy leather boots clad in armor carrying him into the numbers. “Ghosts, the Devil, such is mere folklore used for children to keep them on their chores instead of having them run off to espionage upon the Rebels and thus have their heads returned to their widowed mothers! Also in disagreement, my fine sir, we do have the fine Miss Dawn in our powerful hands, and from our excellent powers of persuasion and bribery for her well-being and marriagability, she hath disclosed to us that the foul Sinister Woods indeed be the place we may find their stronghold! I shall have no talk against this! We shall head out at noon tomorrow!”
Murmurs still were cast in the sanctuary’s haze, as all eyes fell upon the fair lady whom they had spoke about. With shining strawberry brunette hair and curves not born from a corset, Miss Dawn defiantly eyed the crowd back as she struggled endlessly against the ropes that pinioned her wrists. The curiously blue eyes of hers shot around, daring anything be said about her. As one man fought to drag up her light red gown, she swiftly kicked him with the heel of her shoe. Laughter prevailed as the lady was pulled away by a human-type, blue-skinned, muscular monster.
“Laugh may ye,” she began with all distaste, “but the words that Sir Aaron speak are the truth, let it be known! Dare any enemy delve into the Sinister Woods without the blessing of the forest guardian Ninetales, then all shall be betrothed to an eternity to serving your Highness as monsters!”
“Ninetales? Ha! Mere balderdash! We know not a creature by that name,” Kehy’taro scoffed, thumbing his nose rudely her way. “Ye should know better to keep your words tidy and clean of ill-will, miss, less you find yourself without your escort ‘Pounder’!”
“Her name is Machoke, ye fiend! I don’t care about what the king decides to name them-”
“That’s His Royal Highness to you, wench!” the captain cried, and she gasped in all of the indignity her name was given. “Ye shall become just that if ye don’t still that tongue of yours! Now, drink up, my merry men, and let us feast in preparation for tomorrow eve!” With a hot temper, the man sat down at the head of his table, and soon the joyous entirety of the celebration was once again afoot.
“Are ye sure this is the proper route, ‘Dragonflower’?” Kehy’taro questioned in a small breath to the grass monster as they trudged along. Deep green foliage above blocked out the morning light, and various creatures lightly hooted and sung. Even the crickets and their song were eerily quiet; all noise seemed to come from the man and his party. Too many twigs seemed to snap underfoot, too much brush was chopped aside noisily. Guiding his men with the lady snugly barricaded in the middle of the pack, the leader felt great unease for the party.
“Saur,” the brutal monster answered with a simple flick of his head up and down.
“Why have we not seen a collection of the Rebels, then? Or any rogue fiends that dare go against His Majesty’s blessing and oppose us for death?”
“Venu, venusaur,” was the blunt response with a shake of his mighty head.
“I suppose one may not always have the answers to this world…”
“Sir?” a soldier stepped up, kneeling only for a moment behind him.
“What is it, courageous one?”
“Sir, we have been noticing that as we make our progression through these forsaken woods, men have slowly been disappearing,” his voice quivered. Even though his helmet covered his face, the soldier was clearly pouring beads of sweat from beneath his visor. At this Kehy’taro paused, eyeing the man with his intimidating glare.
“Surely they know the penalty of leaving His Majesty’s duties without direct permission from His Highness himself is that of treason?”
“Sir, they were some of our most loyal men, sir,” he muttered meekly. “I do trust they knew the price too well, alas something nasty has become of them, sir?”
“I didn’t hear a bloody thing, though…are ye suspecting of an ambush lying in wait, or are ye being filled with faerie-tale stories that the old wench threatened us so poorly with?”
“No, sir, it just happens that-”
“Sir! Seven more men just went missing!” another boldly called, and swiftly the orange eyes launched to the supposed spot. Lady Dawn’s escort had swooped her upon her shoulder defensively, and several heads of steel weren’t present around the fair maiden. With a defiant fire in her eye, the female spoke once more.
“Your men hath been deemed as easy targets for the Devil and his servants of this forest for your dishonest deeds and for His Majesty’s unfair taxes, Sir Kehy’taro!”
“Speak not further, woman, lest I allow these fine gentlemen to have their way with ye!” he raged, but soon his words were drowned out.
There were hundreds of them. If there were four score of men left from the abductions, each would be allowed to deal with five men and monsters combined easy. All against the King’s party loomed down from tree and bush like hungry vultures slowly encircling their prey as they make their last dying breaths. Upon their numerous numbers golden emblems embraced their arms, horns, legs, and wings with their own self-righteous symbol against the Monarch. They stood or scrunched there, waiting, some with tooth, sword or spear in hand. They just waited, breathlessly, motionlessly, as though painted statues welcoming them to a castle instead of a battle royale.
With pupils small and eyes wide, the leader paused momentarily in the deafening silence before he ordered what he knew to be his last.
“ATTACK!”
The scene jumped to life; weapons flew to clash with one another, archers pierced their targets, teeth gnawed on helpless victims, dangerous leaves slashed open wounds from the forest monsters, and death began to reek on the floor of the woods as the battle began. Removing his weapon from a now past adversary, the great man caught sight of the Lady being led off by monster and few soldiers alike into the woods. Hesitating only a moment to defeat another foe, the man’s slate, ragged hair flew behind him as he set chase.
“HALT! IN THE NAME OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS!”
Alas, he knew it wouldn’t have done much good, but it seemed to push the escaping party to move faster. Glancing back momentarily to watch flocks of crows dive in on the enemy upon ‘Nightingale’s orders, with a whistle the general called the gorgeous green and white creature to his side.
“I need your sight to see where they’re headed so we aren’t lost of their trail!” he ordered, and swiftly ‘Duchess’ nodded. Closing her garnet eyes, her aura cast into the forest. Without a second thought, he called to his best man to take over the battle temporarily before he dove deep into the woods.
Panting, wood cracking, and the simple hum of psychic sight grew to be the only thing for Kehy’taro’s ears to pick up as he pursued the team.
“Halt! Halt I say, lest I must execute you for treason against His Majesty’s orders!” he kept his orders throaty.
“Fall to the evil of thy woods where you belong, scum!” Dawn called back. “…Oomph!” Soon her muscleous mount fell over a root in her hurry to escape, and the fair lady tumbled onto the ground. Attempting to quickly get her on her feet, the two soldiers of the Rebellion swept to her side, but the twenty-first general of the Royal Army took full advantage over the situation; with two simple motions of his sword wrist, they gasped their last breaths. The maiden trembled beneath his glare as he slowly lowered down to grab her.
“Come on, wench. I will see to it ye shall never marry now…”
“Halt.” Sudden words spoken with a wonderful English accent made him pause and rise to his feet. Even Lady Dawn was spooked.
“Who dareth command me, by order of the Royal King, to bow to thee and stop my righteous actions?”
“That, ye bold and arrogant fool, would be me.” Golden and brown fur gleamed in what little light was provided. Nine tails bat about freely as the fox creature stepped forth, muzzle long and as gorgeous as its backend appendages. Keen red eyes stared quite intensely upon the man of the King, even making him draw back as the gentle paws stepped out of the brush.
“Mistress Ninetales!” Dawn gasped, and immediately bowed her head. Kehy’taro gaped, falling in love with the fur of the creature quicker than a man could die. Paying no heed to her admirer, Ninetales spoke once more in that flawless speech.
“If ye are so foolish to try and harm the fair Lady Dawn here, or are so blatantly stupid to try and come into the forest knowing oft your death in the first place, then I commend ye for your overwhelming courage and lack of tact.” The fox hesitated as the man shook his head, and began cackling. “A man made mad with a sword in hand is quite a dangerous state to be in. Do choose your actions well, Noble Fighter of the Human King…”
“A creature such as yourself…such a pity that the tongue of English had to be wasted by the legendaries themselves on something that must be skinned…” he chortled recklessly, and without another say-so on the matter, he stretched his hand out and roughly latched onto one of the several tails at his disposal to cut one off as his personal prize.
Ninetales released a yelp.
Her glare turned him to stone.
Raising an unnatural cry, otherworldly powers surrounded the fox, and the man backed off, though too little too late. “May ye be cursed eternally for your evil actions against the world, cursed to watch the kingdom ye seem so captivated by for eternity fall to shambles and not have the ability to do anything about it…!”
Just as the final word had been cast, a shade of green flew in front of his body, arms thrown open protectively.
Black light encompassed the poor ‘Duchess’, who gave a sorrowful cry as her eyes locked onto the man’s. In absolute disbelief as he watched the creature wreathe in pain, the golden creature turned her eyes once more to the man.
“Such a man, to have a Gardevoir so willingly protect ye…” she began, gazing at the emotion monster. “Will you cast aside your foolish ways to do what ye know to be proper and save her?”
He gazed at the moaning creature, at the lady, and then took a step back.
“Know if ye leave, ye shall receive a worse fate when ye meet your end,” Ninetales began, but he was already gone. Soon Gardevoir cried no more. Lady Dawn, holding back tears, gazed to the vulpine.
“Mistress...Ninetales…?”
“One day shall come where his soul is finally allowed to reincarnate, near the day of my millennia birthday. A sentence of living nor in Heaven, ****, or on this Earth, but in pitch black nothingness shall not quell his desires for power, though I pray it shall allow him time to think oft what he hath done. The least I can do is ensure that if he may be reckless and attempt to destroy our world again, that his soul may be completely eradicated.”
“But, Mistress Ninetales, what if he does succeed in the attempt to rule the world when he reincarnates? What then?”
“…I’ll see to it that will not happen, Lady Dawn. Nobly so, I will see to it he hath a counter, a positive soul, to balance the light with the dark…”
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(and no, thank GOD the rest of the story isn't like that. *dead from writing like that. Forever* I just had to set the timeframe. Aaaand given I'm saying that Pokeballs haven't been invented around that time, then there couldn't have been any Pokemon, as you can't exactly fit a Tyranitar in your pocket if they're no Pokeballs to have it in, you know? So they were just known as 'monsters'.)
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