Umm...so I'm new, but I had a story. I can't post it up yet (I'm quite new) but I'll put the beginning of it here. The premise is pokemon (yes, I know, I'm into pokemon- don't act like you never were either! ] ). This is about the elite 4 member Lucian and his diary. He's reflecting upon Cynthia's arrival in his journal. He seemed to be the kind of character that would record his life in journals, but he also seems like he's hiding his inner life in the books he reads. Anyway, I in no way, shape or form am affiliated with or own pokemon. This is just a silly tale made off of a whim of mine, and here's a teaser. Think of it like a prologue, since I'm planning the story to start fully in "November" of his diaries:

12 May
Today we finally received news that our new Champion would be coming to move into the castle permanently to fulfill her duties. I personally couldn't have cared less, seeing that I had just started to read a new novel, and was determined to find whether there was any more I could glean about life from it. I managed to finish the entire book that day, but like all the rest of them, it gave no new insights into human nature, nor did it captivate me with any unpredictable turns. Maybe that's just me. After all, I've become so bored and listless for the past several years. Who knows whether anything more can interest me- I've lived decades in the span of nine years, and instead of brightening my outlook, it's only made me somber and listless. I'm like a dog that stays in its kennel all day despite the open fields before it: the only reason why it bothers to get up in the morning is because its dreams start to bore it more than reality.

Anyhow, maybe the new champion will offer a new perspective to me. I've tried losing myself in the fantasy of books for the past few months, but I can feel their luster waning. Even now it takes less and less time for me to complete my readings. Knowing the stupid way I'm made, it will only be a matter of half a year before I get tired of them. Either that or I'll finish the entire library in the castle. Perhaps this new champion will divert me a little, although I won't hold my breath on that. Seeing how it's nearly 10:00 in the morning, I guess she'll be here in a few hours. She arrived at about 5:00 in the evening. I could tell almost immediately how she was like. It's amazing how even though first impressions never seem to come to mind after knowing someone for an extended period that they still portray some aspects of character better than anything else. The problem comes to picking apart which details are important and which are merely chance. In my case, I've had enough experience at observing to at least gather some things about people. She came dressed semi-formally, and only made eye contact with someone after they had begun speaking. Her hair was loose and she stood straight as a ramrod, although her feet were deliberately placed so that her body could pivot easily. Out of a singular sense of fashion, she had donned a long cape and ensured that everything about her dress was either black or white. While her aura was meant to be mysterious and intimidating, I couldn't help but note that there was a tilt in her step, and that she hid behind her sidelong glances. She fancied herself enchanting and intimidating, and is there anything more that could entice a person so easily? What else can ensure instant interest and popularity faster than remaining unpredictable and unknowable?

True, she was going to be living with us, but she would still probably try to keep up her ploy, probably by wrapping her head around "mysterious" or curious hobbies and avoiding contact with people out of a sense of duty. Back when I was a dandy, I used to desire such women. More often than not, though, they were haughty and narrow-minded. That's what fits a person who tries to pass off fake secrecy with a nonchalant air.

But, perhaps she'll be different. I guess mystery doesn't mesmerize me much anymore, so what use are my interpretations? Hopefully she'll prove me wrong- that would be quite refreshing.

19 July
We've all become accustomed to each other's presence around the castle now. When challengers come, Glacia usually finishes them off before they come to Bertha or me, although once in a while a sprighty spirit comes along. Too bad many are so young their minds are still immature. In that vein, Glacia has become bored, and has made plans to go to a neighboring region. She seems to have her eyes set on Hoenn. That's a decent choice- beautiful pastures and rural landscapes to take one's mind off of things. When I grow tired of being here, maybe I'll try a hand at travelling a bit in order to make my life less tedious. I'm nearly finished with every book in the library here. We've been looking for a suitable replacement for Glacia, hopefully one that will be more genuine than our Champion.

In the time she's been here, she continues with her distant personality, although even Flint sees that it's a ruse (anyone spending time with his nihilistic friend, Volkner, would gain a good sense on what differentiates acting from real languidity). On that note I can relate to Volkner, and I can see that he needs to be pitied more than anything. Even more than the girls in Sunyshore who he's dumped and the friends he's lost contact with, Volkner needs sympathy, since there really is nothing more that can interest him. He's built up the city, destroyed petty minds, and is almost undefeated in his tenure as a gym leader, and yet people still find him at fault. What more is expected of him? Flint's there to give him some comfort, though.

Compared to Volkner, Cynthia's actions are unnerving. At times her true self comes out, and feelings like awe, wonder and amiability break through. Yet she is always sure to cover them up again and conceal them. Maybe she'll grow out of this later, but I think she'd rather have the attention her enigmatic persona gives. She's become one of the most popular girls in the area, and no doubt she takes pleasure in picking and choosing which males to go out with. What a haughty creature! Doesn't she realize what I would give to actually feel full emotions rather than slivers here and there? I don't even know whether I'm capable of crying anymore, and although I maintain my appearance, I don’t chase after girls. I’ve lost my taste buds for them.

I know she's only a year younger than me, but our actions couldn’t be more different. Maybe I'll school her one of these days...maybe that will give me some amusement...

I think I'm so bored I might actually give it a try, if the proper opportunity arises. In the meantime, I'll just have to sit and wait.