I don't own Pokemon, but I do own Beauty the Drakeon.
This Is My Destiny
1.1 Beauty's POV
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4 As I run the forests and fields of Johto as they were my own. I love the feeling of the wind blowing through my blue mane. The sun shined down upon my light green and emerald skin.
Being a legendary pokemon isn't easy for I can only show myself to those with pure hearts and inspire people to recognize pokemon almost like human beings.
My kind roamed the plains for thousands of years, but with the coming of humans we were driven from the land. Our numbers have shrunk but we still thrive. Humans have believed we are extinct and were only mere legends.
I am alive
I stopped to listen to the wind in my ears. It smelt of a smell that I did not recognize it. That only meant one thing. Danger. I could be leading it toward the clan. I broke off at a full run. I had to lead it away from my home. The Elders have told stories of evil humans that mistreated our kind for thousands of years.
The wind whistled in my ears. After running for many ours I stopped. I was no longer familiar with the terrain. I am one of the younger ones but I am a young adult. I haven't been this far from home before. I slowly turn around hoping to remember. Then a breeze picked up from the north. It carried the scent of the forest where I lived. I turned to the north and bolted.
As I ran I suddenly lost my footing and feel to my knees. I glanced down at my front left claw and found it stuck in some kind of metal jaw lined with sharp teeth digging into my beautiful skin. Try as I might was caught fast and I almost passed out from the pain. I suddenly hear a group of three young people. One of them defently has one of the purest hearts I have ever seen. When the time comes I will reveal mself to him in hopes he will free me.
This Is My Destiny
1.1 Beauty's POV
2
3
4 As I run the forests and fields of Johto as they were my own. I love the feeling of the wind blowing through my blue mane. The sun shined down upon my light green and emerald skin.
Being a legendary pokemon isn't easy for I can only show myself to those with pure hearts and inspire people to recognize pokemon almost like human beings.
My kind roamed the plains for thousands of years, but with the coming of humans we were driven from the land. Our numbers have shrunk but we still thrive. Humans have believed we are extinct and were only mere legends.
I am alive
I stopped to listen to the wind in my ears. It smelt of a smell that I did not recognize it. That only meant one thing. Danger. I could be leading it toward the clan. I broke off at a full run. I had to lead it away from my home. The Elders have told stories of evil humans that mistreated our kind for thousands of years.
The wind whistled in my ears. After running for many ours I stopped. I was no longer familiar with the terrain. I am one of the younger ones but I am a young adult. I haven't been this far from home before. I slowly turn around hoping to remember. Then a breeze picked up from the north. It carried the scent of the forest where I lived. I turned to the north and bolted.
As I ran I suddenly lost my footing and feel to my knees. I glanced down at my front left claw and found it stuck in some kind of metal jaw lined with sharp teeth digging into my beautiful skin. Try as I might was caught fast and I almost passed out from the pain. I suddenly hear a group of three young people. One of them defently has one of the purest hearts I have ever seen. When the time comes I will reveal mself to him in hopes he will free me.