Princess Kokoro: Daughter of the Ice Spirit
by: Me
In a mythical forest far from the nearest city of Bangali, a girl leaped from tree branch to tree branch, holding something. The girl is about fourteen, and has short brown hair, and icy-blue eyes. The girl, Kokoro, slips on a stiff branch covered with moss, and falls the fourteen-foot drop to the hard forest floor.
Kokoro gets up, and looks at her arms. They're bruised, and bleeding slightly. Nothing a short bath wouldn't fix. Kokoro ran around the knarled trees with bright red fruits, and stopped at the edge of a shallow pool with a waterfall.
She put the circular disk she'd been carrying on the shore, and slowly waded into the warm water, and cleaned her bruises. She swam over to a plant with leaves that had juices in them that cured minor wounds. She picked one, and wrapped it around her arm. She nods slightly to herself, and swims back to shore. She looks up at the opening in the trees. The sky was gold, with a few hints of pink, orange and red. She picked up the disk, and continued on her way.
A thirteen-and-a-half year old boy, named Colin, was dodging the arrows shot at him. Man! How many of those do they have? he thought, just a while longer . . .Oh man, I'm tired . . .
"I got him!" One of his enemies shouted. Colin cried out in pain. Colin drew his bow-and-arrow. "Stay back! I'm warning you! Don't come closer!" One of the red-and-black armored men laughed, and raced forward, his sword reflecting the pinks, reds, and yellows of the sunset. I warned you, Colin thought. He let his arrow fly. It penatrated the man's armor in the stomach. He fell down. Not dead, but very injured.
Colin guessed the Oroma had gotten mad, because they all raced toward. I can't fight them all off! Colin realized in fear, but, at least I can slow them down. Colin fired several arrows, and most hit there targets. Some didn't. Colin had been trained in Archery for several years. He travels the land, protecting the people from the Oroma, who are a large group of people who destroy the land for their selfesh purposes. Usually to build houses, or to make iron objects or guns.
Colin fired some more arrows. He had hurt about half of there people. He didn't want to, but it was the only way to stop them from raiding his home town, Aborishi. "Turn back, while you still can." Colin threatened them, drawing another arrow. They all hesitated. That was good. That was a good sign. A very good sign . . .he was down to his last few arrows. About ten of them remained standing. Without notice, one of them had snuck up behind Colin. He grabbed Colin around the neck, and held a knife agianst his throught "Don't move."
"The Oroma are coming! Lock your doors and shut your windows! Hide! The Oroma are coming!" Colin shouted. People dashed like crazy to pack their belongings, turn out their candles, and any source of light they had. They locked there doors and windows. Soon, it looked like the town was deserted. Now to check on Mady. Colin thought as he ran to his house. A flew open the door. "Mady? Mady? It's me, Colin!" He heard a soft voice near the closet. "Mady? Are you in the closet?"
"Uh-huh." A soft, tiny, scared voice said. Colin smiled "Mady, you know the Oroma always look in closets. Why didn't you go hide in the attic, like we practiced?" Mady opened the closet door, and peeked out. "I forgot how to open the attic. . ." Colin smiled again. "I'll show you." He led Mady to a picture, and touched the frame. The picture slid aside to reveal a dial. He turned the dial to six, and a popping noise was heard. A string had come out of the dial. He pulled it, and there was a thumping noise. "Now the attic's open. Do you remember how to remember what number to turn to?" Mady shook her head. "Six is your age. That's how you remember." Mady smiled, and Colin patted her one the head. "Now, you go in the attic. I'll come in a little while." Mady nodded, and ran up the stairs to the only place no one knew about but them.
A few minutes later, Colin had made some new arrows, and was standing at the front of the town. Sure enough, people started appering at the north side of town. They were the Oroma. Kenya started growling. Colin looked at his best friend, "Kenya, lay down." His Pokemon obeyed. When he and the Oroma were a few feet apart from eachother, Kenya lunged at one, knocking him down, and bit his face. Colin shot a few arrows. One lost an arm. One lost both arms. The most unforchentent lost a head. A few mintues later, only the leader remained. His name was Bomashu. He had blond pointy hair, and blue eyes, and the most unplesent smirk you ever seen. "We end this now." Colin said, drawing his arrow. Suddenly, he smelled smoke, and heard screaming. He turned towards his town, and gasped. Most of the houses were on fire! But how? How could his town suddenly be in flames? Bomashu had taken Colin's confusion to his advantage, and kicked him in the stomach. Colin gasped, and fell in a heap. Kenya lunged at Bomashu, only to be knocked away by Pokemon that looked like a mini gray-tan elephant with a black crest going from it's trunk, to it's small tail. This was called a Donphan. "Use your Rollout attack!" Bomashu commanded. His elephant Pokemon nodded, and leaped into the air, and spun it's slef into a ball, and rolled towards Kenya. Kenya dodged, and sent a blast of fire towards the rolling Pokemon. The Donphan got hit, but kept on rolling. "Use Flamethrower! Then the Extremespeed power!" Yelled Colin. His Pokemon send another blast of fire at the Donphan. It hit. Kenya ran, faster then usual, towards the elephant, it's legs a blur. She smashed into the Donphan, and it slowed to a stop. It fell over, dizzy, confused, and tired. "Use another Flamethrower!" Colin said, smiling. Kenya shot a blast of fire at Bomashu, who ran away. "Alright!" Colin calmed himself down, and turned towards his home town. Most of the people were out. Wait. Where was. . .Colin sighed in relief as he saw Mady through the crowd. Without warning, it began to rain. "Weird." Colin looked up at the sky. No clouds. How can there be rain without clouds?
When the flames were burnt out, all that remained of their village was the Bakery, the Elder Tower, and the bank. Everything else was burnt to the ground. A man walked up to Colin "The Elders want to see you." Colin nodded, and walked to the Elder Tower, which was nothing more then a hut high off the ground suported by thick poles with a ladder going up. "You asked to see me?" Colin asked when he stepped in. "Come sit, Colin," said Alice, the most respected elder of their village, "Are you prepared for what I am about to tell you?" Colin nodded. "I was prepared the moment I reached into my quiver and felt nothing."
"You must leave. And never return. I will take care of Mady. You must leave. Tonight." Colin nodded solemly, and got up to leave. Before he climbed down the ladder, he bowed respectfully.
He had packed all his thinks up, those that remained, and he leaped onto Kenya. He looked back at his town. The place he would never see again. The place he had lived in all his life. "Where are you going?" Mady had ran a few feet away from him. "I'm leaving."
"Why?"
"I have failed to protect the village. I let it burn. So, I must leave it. You now live with Alice."
Mady gasped "Colin! You can't leave!" Without replying, Colin told Kenya to walk. She did. Mady followed. "Wait! I want you to have this!" She tossed him a golden chain with silver embrodery letters that said:
I Will Never Forget You. Love, Mady.
Colin looked back at her "I will keep it," and, with that said, Kenya sped up, and soon, they had reached the beginning of a forest.
by: Me
In a mythical forest far from the nearest city of Bangali, a girl leaped from tree branch to tree branch, holding something. The girl is about fourteen, and has short brown hair, and icy-blue eyes. The girl, Kokoro, slips on a stiff branch covered with moss, and falls the fourteen-foot drop to the hard forest floor.
Kokoro gets up, and looks at her arms. They're bruised, and bleeding slightly. Nothing a short bath wouldn't fix. Kokoro ran around the knarled trees with bright red fruits, and stopped at the edge of a shallow pool with a waterfall.
She put the circular disk she'd been carrying on the shore, and slowly waded into the warm water, and cleaned her bruises. She swam over to a plant with leaves that had juices in them that cured minor wounds. She picked one, and wrapped it around her arm. She nods slightly to herself, and swims back to shore. She looks up at the opening in the trees. The sky was gold, with a few hints of pink, orange and red. She picked up the disk, and continued on her way.
A thirteen-and-a-half year old boy, named Colin, was dodging the arrows shot at him. Man! How many of those do they have? he thought, just a while longer . . .Oh man, I'm tired . . .
"I got him!" One of his enemies shouted. Colin cried out in pain. Colin drew his bow-and-arrow. "Stay back! I'm warning you! Don't come closer!" One of the red-and-black armored men laughed, and raced forward, his sword reflecting the pinks, reds, and yellows of the sunset. I warned you, Colin thought. He let his arrow fly. It penatrated the man's armor in the stomach. He fell down. Not dead, but very injured.
Colin guessed the Oroma had gotten mad, because they all raced toward. I can't fight them all off! Colin realized in fear, but, at least I can slow them down. Colin fired several arrows, and most hit there targets. Some didn't. Colin had been trained in Archery for several years. He travels the land, protecting the people from the Oroma, who are a large group of people who destroy the land for their selfesh purposes. Usually to build houses, or to make iron objects or guns.
Colin fired some more arrows. He had hurt about half of there people. He didn't want to, but it was the only way to stop them from raiding his home town, Aborishi. "Turn back, while you still can." Colin threatened them, drawing another arrow. They all hesitated. That was good. That was a good sign. A very good sign . . .he was down to his last few arrows. About ten of them remained standing. Without notice, one of them had snuck up behind Colin. He grabbed Colin around the neck, and held a knife agianst his throught "Don't move."
"The Oroma are coming! Lock your doors and shut your windows! Hide! The Oroma are coming!" Colin shouted. People dashed like crazy to pack their belongings, turn out their candles, and any source of light they had. They locked there doors and windows. Soon, it looked like the town was deserted. Now to check on Mady. Colin thought as he ran to his house. A flew open the door. "Mady? Mady? It's me, Colin!" He heard a soft voice near the closet. "Mady? Are you in the closet?"
"Uh-huh." A soft, tiny, scared voice said. Colin smiled "Mady, you know the Oroma always look in closets. Why didn't you go hide in the attic, like we practiced?" Mady opened the closet door, and peeked out. "I forgot how to open the attic. . ." Colin smiled again. "I'll show you." He led Mady to a picture, and touched the frame. The picture slid aside to reveal a dial. He turned the dial to six, and a popping noise was heard. A string had come out of the dial. He pulled it, and there was a thumping noise. "Now the attic's open. Do you remember how to remember what number to turn to?" Mady shook her head. "Six is your age. That's how you remember." Mady smiled, and Colin patted her one the head. "Now, you go in the attic. I'll come in a little while." Mady nodded, and ran up the stairs to the only place no one knew about but them.
A few minutes later, Colin had made some new arrows, and was standing at the front of the town. Sure enough, people started appering at the north side of town. They were the Oroma. Kenya started growling. Colin looked at his best friend, "Kenya, lay down." His Pokemon obeyed. When he and the Oroma were a few feet apart from eachother, Kenya lunged at one, knocking him down, and bit his face. Colin shot a few arrows. One lost an arm. One lost both arms. The most unforchentent lost a head. A few mintues later, only the leader remained. His name was Bomashu. He had blond pointy hair, and blue eyes, and the most unplesent smirk you ever seen. "We end this now." Colin said, drawing his arrow. Suddenly, he smelled smoke, and heard screaming. He turned towards his town, and gasped. Most of the houses were on fire! But how? How could his town suddenly be in flames? Bomashu had taken Colin's confusion to his advantage, and kicked him in the stomach. Colin gasped, and fell in a heap. Kenya lunged at Bomashu, only to be knocked away by Pokemon that looked like a mini gray-tan elephant with a black crest going from it's trunk, to it's small tail. This was called a Donphan. "Use your Rollout attack!" Bomashu commanded. His elephant Pokemon nodded, and leaped into the air, and spun it's slef into a ball, and rolled towards Kenya. Kenya dodged, and sent a blast of fire towards the rolling Pokemon. The Donphan got hit, but kept on rolling. "Use Flamethrower! Then the Extremespeed power!" Yelled Colin. His Pokemon send another blast of fire at the Donphan. It hit. Kenya ran, faster then usual, towards the elephant, it's legs a blur. She smashed into the Donphan, and it slowed to a stop. It fell over, dizzy, confused, and tired. "Use another Flamethrower!" Colin said, smiling. Kenya shot a blast of fire at Bomashu, who ran away. "Alright!" Colin calmed himself down, and turned towards his home town. Most of the people were out. Wait. Where was. . .Colin sighed in relief as he saw Mady through the crowd. Without warning, it began to rain. "Weird." Colin looked up at the sky. No clouds. How can there be rain without clouds?
When the flames were burnt out, all that remained of their village was the Bakery, the Elder Tower, and the bank. Everything else was burnt to the ground. A man walked up to Colin "The Elders want to see you." Colin nodded, and walked to the Elder Tower, which was nothing more then a hut high off the ground suported by thick poles with a ladder going up. "You asked to see me?" Colin asked when he stepped in. "Come sit, Colin," said Alice, the most respected elder of their village, "Are you prepared for what I am about to tell you?" Colin nodded. "I was prepared the moment I reached into my quiver and felt nothing."
"You must leave. And never return. I will take care of Mady. You must leave. Tonight." Colin nodded solemly, and got up to leave. Before he climbed down the ladder, he bowed respectfully.
He had packed all his thinks up, those that remained, and he leaped onto Kenya. He looked back at his town. The place he would never see again. The place he had lived in all his life. "Where are you going?" Mady had ran a few feet away from him. "I'm leaving."
"Why?"
"I have failed to protect the village. I let it burn. So, I must leave it. You now live with Alice."
Mady gasped "Colin! You can't leave!" Without replying, Colin told Kenya to walk. She did. Mady followed. "Wait! I want you to have this!" She tossed him a golden chain with silver embrodery letters that said:
I Will Never Forget You. Love, Mady.
Colin looked back at her "I will keep it," and, with that said, Kenya sped up, and soon, they had reached the beginning of a forest.