Hiii =D I'm Ri~ Here for a brand-new Pokemon story -Nodnod- Based off a Kirlia I roleplay on an SSBB role-playing site~ Wheeee~ What fun~
Anyways... This is the Proluge, so It's short and skeptical...It'll make sense next chapter when I describe more... So...Please dun kill meh if it seems confusing =D -Nodnod-
Disclaimer: I dun own pokemon~ It belongs to...The pokemon people...I just own the werid words in this story, and...the idea... X3
Note: The words that are spelled funny, arn't spelled wrong... It's an ancient langauage... You'll see D
"Ecxsurus…"
Wrong-Doer…
Is that the fate I am to have…
"Nefte"
Innocent
What I am… But was accused of not…
"Hurfle"
Cruel
What I say…Life really is…
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They gathered around the shrine, many at a time… The moon cast it's ghastly glow above them, the ghosts of time weaving their way amongst the crowds.
The shrine, shrine of the ancients, and shrine of the 'gods' or so they were dubbed… It towered above the trees the surrounded it, nestled deep within the large forest, but all seemed small near it.. It took the form of two Gardevoir's, arms held high, pointing towards the full moon…
A pedestal of granite was centered below the tower Gardevoir's, and the moon cast a circular glow upon it… This was the time of passage, when the young psychic Pokemon would step upon the moonlight, and evolve into greater forms… Only few were accepted…Only few dared to attempt this right… For any who failed were deemed 'unworthy' and cast out of the tribe of psychics… For Psychics were gods to all…Pokemon and people alike… Unworthy psychics were nothing…
A Ralts was pushes towards the pedestal. She shivered slightly… Her names was, No-name… Her name was no-name, for the fact that the leader of the Psychics saw her as feeble, and unworthy of a superior name, and name in their own unique language.
She stepped forward, ushered by the calls of her people… She was scared…Would she fail…? Would she be kicked out… Upon the moonlight she stepped, and gazed into the shining world above… Silence…
They waited… She waited… Nothing… Until a loud cracking sound bellowed though the quite forest. The shrine seemed to sway for a moment, as the earth began to shake… The Pokemon hat gathered cowered, running into the trees… But the Ralts stayed… A calling to her… Stay… Stay…
The shaking stopped, and silence preceded… Then, the shrine cracked loudly…and the arms of the two towering Gardevoir's fell, landing in front of the Ralts… Missing her by mere inches… And yet she did not move… A light engulfed her only moments after, and her form seemed to change… She passed the right of passage. She evolved into the form of a Kirlia…But one like no other. She spun around, to face the Pokemon that appeared from the trees. Her arms, and her dress like figure were a deep red color, while the headdress like feature the surrounded her head and her short but skinny legs were a deep, ghostly purple color. Her red eyes loomed over the crowd, watching them gasp and stare in pure awe.
"It! It is true!" One Natu piped up. "The Prophecies … They have brought our Relty…" He exclaimed, using a word of ancient tongue to describe what she was… Relty… Or heir in the language of the Psychics… "She is the heir to our tribe! She is the said one bring us to a new age!"