A Secret -=- Aoimon
Laura was sitting by the edge of the stream, looking at it in a dreamy way. She had never been out of New Bark Town in her whole life, but she felt as if she had been here before. She laid down on the bank and stared at the sun againest the blue sky, and slowly fell asleep - and dreamed.
Laura was in the middle of the battle. She looked at the sword in her hands. It was covered in blood and so was she. Around her were Pokemon fighting each other, some carrying weapons like hers, some attacking with their abilities. A spear came her way and an Vaporeon called "Watch out!" She suddenly flew up into the air, realizing that she wasn't human anymore, but a Celebii. When she looked down, she saw one thing that she regonized: The stream. It was the same stream that she was lieing by minutes ago before she was dragged into this war. Suddenly she heard *TWANG* and she looked down to see an arrow headed towards her, but it was too late. The arrow had gone deep withen her and blood flowed freely from the wound. She started dropping from the sky, her numb hands losing grip on her sword. She watched with dimming eyes as the sword splashed into the water, and the Vaporeon, who began attacking ferouciously, trying to get near her, cut to ribbons. And she knew no more. Laura sat up, breathing heavily. She rubbed her fore head and stared at her hands. They were green. Edging closer to the stream, she stared. She was a Celebii. And beneath the water, was a faintly glowing sword, the same on she had used in the dream.
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Arctic followed Sychic down the passageway, carved with the history of Cherry Blossom Abbey. Arctic stopped at one carving that caught her eye. A Celebii was falling from the sky, her sword dropping away from her, while and Vaporeon was fighting her way towards her through the evil Arboks, Ekens, Weezing, Koffing, Muks, and Grimers. "So I see you are interested in the Chroma War?" Sychic asked her. "It-it-it all seems familier...And if I close my eyes and think hard enough," She squeazed her eyes shut "I can see the battle..." Sychic placed his hands on Arctic's shoulder. "I think we better hurry up." They entered the hall and Rain, the Suicune exclaimed "Better late then never! Where WERE you Sychic? Ah, good, you brought Arctic. Sit in Scribe's place." Rain motioned to the seat next to her and Pheonix, the Moltres. Arctic timidly sat down and gasped as the seat rose, by psychic power, in the air and floated around the table edge which was half as tall as a Dragonite. The bird's perches were already as tall as the table, but was adjustible so the birds could get more comfortable. "As most of you know," May, the ancient Mew, but younger than Scribe "Scribe is dead. His next decendent, if I am correct, will be born two thousand years from now." May shuffled some papers "But that is not all. As you know, during the Chroma wars, the sword of Mystic was lost during the battle. Most Pokemon beleived that she was a Celebii, but the truth is that she was really a Aoimon." Syschic looked at May "What IS an Aoimon?" May explained patiantly "An Aoimon is an half-human half-pokemon. They have the powers of the Pokemon they are, and they can change between modes. Aoimon are an ancient race, noblest of all creatures. But they began to dwindle, because only worthy ones are choosen. Today they are nothing more than a myth. Now, every three thousand years, few Aoimon are born. Some are born a human, the others a Pokemon. They shall meet in great times, but the peacefulness has ended this year. By Scribe's files, the Aoimon shall meet this year to stop a great war, greater than the Chroma's." Arctic could contain herself no longer "But what about the Vaporeon?" May looked at her "Spirit was a great friend of Mystic, and also a Aoimon. She was killed during the Chorma wars, trying to get to the spot where Mystic would far when the arrow slew her. Unfortunetly, she never did. But she walks again, for Spirit, I am yours to comand." The legendary Pokemon bowed before the speechless Arctic, recarnation of Spirit, and Aoimon.
Laura was sitting by the edge of the stream, looking at it in a dreamy way. She had never been out of New Bark Town in her whole life, but she felt as if she had been here before. She laid down on the bank and stared at the sun againest the blue sky, and slowly fell asleep - and dreamed.
Laura was in the middle of the battle. She looked at the sword in her hands. It was covered in blood and so was she. Around her were Pokemon fighting each other, some carrying weapons like hers, some attacking with their abilities. A spear came her way and an Vaporeon called "Watch out!" She suddenly flew up into the air, realizing that she wasn't human anymore, but a Celebii. When she looked down, she saw one thing that she regonized: The stream. It was the same stream that she was lieing by minutes ago before she was dragged into this war. Suddenly she heard *TWANG* and she looked down to see an arrow headed towards her, but it was too late. The arrow had gone deep withen her and blood flowed freely from the wound. She started dropping from the sky, her numb hands losing grip on her sword. She watched with dimming eyes as the sword splashed into the water, and the Vaporeon, who began attacking ferouciously, trying to get near her, cut to ribbons. And she knew no more. Laura sat up, breathing heavily. She rubbed her fore head and stared at her hands. They were green. Edging closer to the stream, she stared. She was a Celebii. And beneath the water, was a faintly glowing sword, the same on she had used in the dream.
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Arctic followed Sychic down the passageway, carved with the history of Cherry Blossom Abbey. Arctic stopped at one carving that caught her eye. A Celebii was falling from the sky, her sword dropping away from her, while and Vaporeon was fighting her way towards her through the evil Arboks, Ekens, Weezing, Koffing, Muks, and Grimers. "So I see you are interested in the Chroma War?" Sychic asked her. "It-it-it all seems familier...And if I close my eyes and think hard enough," She squeazed her eyes shut "I can see the battle..." Sychic placed his hands on Arctic's shoulder. "I think we better hurry up." They entered the hall and Rain, the Suicune exclaimed "Better late then never! Where WERE you Sychic? Ah, good, you brought Arctic. Sit in Scribe's place." Rain motioned to the seat next to her and Pheonix, the Moltres. Arctic timidly sat down and gasped as the seat rose, by psychic power, in the air and floated around the table edge which was half as tall as a Dragonite. The bird's perches were already as tall as the table, but was adjustible so the birds could get more comfortable. "As most of you know," May, the ancient Mew, but younger than Scribe "Scribe is dead. His next decendent, if I am correct, will be born two thousand years from now." May shuffled some papers "But that is not all. As you know, during the Chroma wars, the sword of Mystic was lost during the battle. Most Pokemon beleived that she was a Celebii, but the truth is that she was really a Aoimon." Syschic looked at May "What IS an Aoimon?" May explained patiantly "An Aoimon is an half-human half-pokemon. They have the powers of the Pokemon they are, and they can change between modes. Aoimon are an ancient race, noblest of all creatures. But they began to dwindle, because only worthy ones are choosen. Today they are nothing more than a myth. Now, every three thousand years, few Aoimon are born. Some are born a human, the others a Pokemon. They shall meet in great times, but the peacefulness has ended this year. By Scribe's files, the Aoimon shall meet this year to stop a great war, greater than the Chroma's." Arctic could contain herself no longer "But what about the Vaporeon?" May looked at her "Spirit was a great friend of Mystic, and also a Aoimon. She was killed during the Chorma wars, trying to get to the spot where Mystic would far when the arrow slew her. Unfortunetly, she never did. But she walks again, for Spirit, I am yours to comand." The legendary Pokemon bowed before the speechless Arctic, recarnation of Spirit, and Aoimon.
