OK, now I have no idea what I was thinking when I decided to write this
thing, but I appear to have taken on yet another big project. I was too
tired to write more on Sparky's Pain, as that one requires thought, and I'd
already written a chapter of Haunts, so I just wrote.
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The ancient elements of Fire, Water, Earth and Air were angry. They were angry at being rejected for so long as a load of old bull. They had no way to incite their revenge on the human population, or did they?
They each had representations, after all. The humans were too stupid to see that. They were too content with their science and all that too see that four of what they referred too as the "elemental types" were actually elements. They knew that they could only enter one of there representations.
Fire was a free spirit, vein, and never forgot an insult. Fire, therefore, chose a Ninetails. Water was fluidic, flowing, would go with the flow at all times. It was also powerful. It, therefore, chose a Vaporeon. Earth's representations weren't named as earth by the human scientists. It, therefore, was highly, peeved. It was strong, firm, and not moving. It, therefore, chose Rhydon. Air was a free spirit. It did what it wanted, when it wanted. But, it had a problem at first. It was a supporting element. There were no pure air creatures. Also, air wasn't named as air, but flying, but it didn't care about that. It cared that it was ignored. Air was also gentle normally, but deadly when it wanted to be. It thought. Finally it decided. It would go for Dragonite, since Dragons weren't an element, and Dragonite fitted its personality perfectly. They were set to enter their temporary forms. Ready to invoke their revenge on humanity. Little did they know that two unknown quantities were jealous of them, and more powerful than they could ever be.
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Fred was thinking, as he often did. He was thinking of how to make Princess, his female Ninetails, stronger. The trouble was, she never attacked the opponent unless either insulted by it, or its fur got imperfect in some way. Of course, it would attack the opponent's trainer if the trainer insulted it. She was loyal; she just didn't see the point in battling unless provoked. He decided to talk to her about it. "Princess, I choose you." He yelled, throwing her pokeball, releasing her. "Now, I want to talk to you about something. Something that's been bothering me for some time." She turned to look at him, but something was wrong. Her eyes seemed to be inflamed. She had a cold, merciless expression on her face. She never went like this. She'd attack an opponent who insulted her with passion for revenge. She was many things, but cold wasn't one of them. "Wha.. What's wrong?" He asked her. She didn't answer. She just gave him a cold smile. He started to back away. He held up her pokeball. "Princess, return." He yelled, frightened for his life. The pokeballs beam hit the Ninetails. But nothing happened. "What the." He started to say. But princess let out a fire-blast. He closed his eyes. He felt the heat getting closer. He instinctively went into the maternal position. But it was to no avail. The intense heat he felt touched him. His exposed skin caught fire. His clothing caught fire. His hair caught fire. The wrath of fire dancing upon him was the last thing he ever experienced. Princess blinked, her old eyes coming back. A tear half formed. But then, the eyes returned to an inflamed state.
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After a long sleep, a giant Moltres woke up in its cave. He knew what had happened. He felt Princess's plea for help. He was angry. The great firebird had been aroused from his slumber. Decisions had been made. Actions had been taken. There was no going back now. The first true one had been awakened.
--
The ancient elements of Fire, Water, Earth and Air were angry. They were angry at being rejected for so long as a load of old bull. They had no way to incite their revenge on the human population, or did they?
They each had representations, after all. The humans were too stupid to see that. They were too content with their science and all that too see that four of what they referred too as the "elemental types" were actually elements. They knew that they could only enter one of there representations.
Fire was a free spirit, vein, and never forgot an insult. Fire, therefore, chose a Ninetails. Water was fluidic, flowing, would go with the flow at all times. It was also powerful. It, therefore, chose a Vaporeon. Earth's representations weren't named as earth by the human scientists. It, therefore, was highly, peeved. It was strong, firm, and not moving. It, therefore, chose Rhydon. Air was a free spirit. It did what it wanted, when it wanted. But, it had a problem at first. It was a supporting element. There were no pure air creatures. Also, air wasn't named as air, but flying, but it didn't care about that. It cared that it was ignored. Air was also gentle normally, but deadly when it wanted to be. It thought. Finally it decided. It would go for Dragonite, since Dragons weren't an element, and Dragonite fitted its personality perfectly. They were set to enter their temporary forms. Ready to invoke their revenge on humanity. Little did they know that two unknown quantities were jealous of them, and more powerful than they could ever be.
--
Fred was thinking, as he often did. He was thinking of how to make Princess, his female Ninetails, stronger. The trouble was, she never attacked the opponent unless either insulted by it, or its fur got imperfect in some way. Of course, it would attack the opponent's trainer if the trainer insulted it. She was loyal; she just didn't see the point in battling unless provoked. He decided to talk to her about it. "Princess, I choose you." He yelled, throwing her pokeball, releasing her. "Now, I want to talk to you about something. Something that's been bothering me for some time." She turned to look at him, but something was wrong. Her eyes seemed to be inflamed. She had a cold, merciless expression on her face. She never went like this. She'd attack an opponent who insulted her with passion for revenge. She was many things, but cold wasn't one of them. "Wha.. What's wrong?" He asked her. She didn't answer. She just gave him a cold smile. He started to back away. He held up her pokeball. "Princess, return." He yelled, frightened for his life. The pokeballs beam hit the Ninetails. But nothing happened. "What the." He started to say. But princess let out a fire-blast. He closed his eyes. He felt the heat getting closer. He instinctively went into the maternal position. But it was to no avail. The intense heat he felt touched him. His exposed skin caught fire. His clothing caught fire. His hair caught fire. The wrath of fire dancing upon him was the last thing he ever experienced. Princess blinked, her old eyes coming back. A tear half formed. But then, the eyes returned to an inflamed state.
--
After a long sleep, a giant Moltres woke up in its cave. He knew what had happened. He felt Princess's plea for help. He was angry. The great firebird had been aroused from his slumber. Decisions had been made. Actions had been taken. There was no going back now. The first true one had been awakened.
