And I'm mumblin', and I'm screamin', 'cause I don't know what I'm singin', no I don't know what I'm sayin', what's the message I'm conveyin'? No, I don't know, what I'm sayin'! Don't know, don't know don't kno-o-o-ow, don't know, don't know, don't kno-o-o-ow... "Smells Like Nirvana" by Weird Al Yankovic (I love his songs so much!!!).
It just occurred to me that you might not know what a Shadow Elf (or as I just found out, it's name has been changed to Drow, or a Dark Elf) looks like, so here's my description of them:
Drow are normally evil elves. They normally live in underground tunnels and, because of this, their species can see in complete darkness. They have silvery-white hair, jet black skin, usually their eyes are red, and they are shorter and thinner than other elves. Drow have a high resistance to magical spells.
Also, I decided that Thorien shouldn't be a Magic-User (you'll see why), so I eliminated the magical staff in the past two chapters.
I thought of an idea for a character!!! Here comes some new stuff!!!
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Chapter 26: Some Sort of a Celebrity?
"Hey, wake up!!!"
Mark heard the woman's voice faintly. She sounded about as old as him. "Gruuh?" He moaned.
"Come on, wake up! We need to get out of here!" The voice said, a little more clearly.
"Wha?"
"I said get up! Before they find us!!!"
Mark was still having trouble opening his eyes. "Where am I?" he asked, finally getting his eyes open, but everything was blurry.
"Where do you think you are? You're the middle of Celadon City!"
"Huh?" Everything started to come into focus. There was a Wigglytuff Halfling standing in front of him, a little taller than he was and wearing tan pink shorts that matched the Wigglytuff skin perfectly, and a white tank top that matched the Wigglytuff belly. "Who are you?" He asked.
"We can't talk now," she said, "we need to get out of here. People are starting to wake up. Is that your friend?" She said, gesturing off to the right, towards the unconscious form of Flareon. Mark nodded. "Alright, then, you'd better grab her and take her with us."
Mark followed the Halfling out of the city and she led him to a cave, hidden by vegetation, in a patch of woods. 'Just like Brian's cave,' Mark thought. The cave had several small pieces of furniture, some posters on the walls, and a few pictures of someone who was obviously once the Halfling.
"Okay," the girl said, sitting down in a bean bag chair, "now we can talk. I'm Shirley, who are you?"
"I'm Mark."
"I'm curious, is that your Pokemon from when you were a trainer?"
"Um, no," said Mark, "Flareon belongs to my friend, but my friend disappeared."
"I might have seen him," said Shirley, "what's his name?"
"Well, the police call him Omega."
Shirley fell out of her chair and got up, staring at him wide-eyed, "Omega's disappeared?"
"You know him?"
"Of course I know him!!! Where have you been the past nine months? Even the humans have heard of the Omega Halfling," she looked down sadly, "and, if word gets around that he's gone, there's going to be trouble. Big trouble. How'd he disappear?"
"He just... disappeared," Mark said, then he decided he could tell a little bit of what happened, "he was with me in a group of friends, and we went to sleep, and when we woke up, he was gone."
"Did you ever think he just left you?" Shirley asked, still wide-eyed.
"He did," said Mark, "that's the problem."
"Huh?" Shirley said, sitting back down, "how do you know he's disappeared, then?"
"Because we met him later and there was something wrong with him. Then he ran off again."
"Okay," said Shirley, "who else was with him?"
"No one you'd know," said Mark, thinking quick, "a few of his friends, his girlfriend-"
She interrupted him with, "he has a girlfriend?"
"Yeah."
"Damn."
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I'm his friend, too! He saved me!"
"From what?"
"From the government, of course! I took a bunch of them down, but then they brought tranquilizers," she said, "and then... hang on, this is hard to remember... and then, I heard faint shouts, the agents were shouting something like, 'What the Hell is that?!!! Grab the Halfling, hurry!' Then I passed out. The next thing I knew, I woke up back in these woods, and Omega was there, and we became friends. Geez, I can't believe I had to tell you, there have been stories like that all over Johto and Kanto!"
"Huh?" Mark asked.
"Maybe you don't find ways to read the paper," she said, "here. Here, I kept this one."
She handed him a small, obviously old, newspaper article. Mark looked down, and started to read it. It said: New Breed of Halfling, or Monster, or Both? Government agents almost captured a registered Halfling named Julie Gibson last night, but something attacked the agents and let the Halfling free. The creature, which government agents managed to scan and is a Halfling, attacked the agents and knocked all of them unconscious using Pokemon maneuvers and a moderation of street fighting style, and eye witnesses say the unknown Halfling then grabbed the other Halfling and carried it off into the woods. This Halfling is extremely bizarre and is known to be dangerous. It looks like the picture to the right. As you can see, it looks humanoid, except its skin and hair is snow white, it doesn't have certain recognizable features (toes, finger nails, ears, and even finger prints). It is known to "rescue" Halflings from agents attempting to capture them and then it disappears for a day, then shows up somewhere else and thwarts government agents from taking another Halfling. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CAPTURE THIS CREATURE UNLESS YOU ARE A REGISTERED HALFLING HUNTER. If you see it, contact the local police in your area.
"You know what?" Shirley said once Mark had finished reading the article, "sometimes I truly hate humans. Of course, it's all stereotype, I mean, it's been going on for so long that there are even comic books where Halflings are the villains. They act like we were never humans and we want to destroy the Earth. On the other hand, there are always a rare few that accept us for what we are, keep us secretly for a few days, things like that." Mark knew he should act like he knew this, so he nodded. "So, how long have you been a Halfling?"
"Let's see," Mark said, "one, two, three... I'm going on my fourth day."
"Wow, that's not very long," Shirley said, "did Omega save you, or something?"
"Actually, I blacked out. I woke up and found him in the woods. He let me stay at his place for the night."
"Hmm," Shirley said, "geez, it's been a while, I've been a Halfling for about three years. Say, do you wanna stay here tonight? I've got plenty of room."
He stayed there for the night, and then, around noon...
There was a slight rustling noise. "What was that? I'll go check it out," Julie said. She left silently through the mouth of the cave. She came back a few minutes later, "there's someone out there who looks sort of like Omega," she said, wide-eyed, "except he's black, and-"
"Oh, crap," Mark interrupted, does he have a trenchcoat or a ponytail?"
"A trenchcoat," said Shirley, "how'd you know?"
"He's been looking for Omega, and he's definitely not a nice person, I can tell you that."
"Well, he's not looking for Omega now," Shirley said, "I didn't get close enough to hear him clearly but he was looking for a widow, or window, or something."
"A Window?" Mark asked, thinking, 'Black might lead me back to my friends...' "I'm going to follow him."
"I'm going, too," said Flareon, awake for who knows how long in the corner.
"Me, too!" announced Shirley, "I might get to see Omega again."
"Um, Julie," Mark said, "if you come with me, you're going to see some very weird and deadly stuff, stuff from other worlds."
"I'm still coming, and what are you talking about?"
"I'll explain later, we've got to follow Black... that guy out there."
They followed him, and sure enough, he led them to a Window. After several minutes of explaining to Shirley that it wasn't dangerous, they went through, and couldn't believe what they saw.
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That's all you get from them for now. Asta la bye-bye for now, baby!!!
It just occurred to me that you might not know what a Shadow Elf (or as I just found out, it's name has been changed to Drow, or a Dark Elf) looks like, so here's my description of them:
Drow are normally evil elves. They normally live in underground tunnels and, because of this, their species can see in complete darkness. They have silvery-white hair, jet black skin, usually their eyes are red, and they are shorter and thinner than other elves. Drow have a high resistance to magical spells.
Also, I decided that Thorien shouldn't be a Magic-User (you'll see why), so I eliminated the magical staff in the past two chapters.
I thought of an idea for a character!!! Here comes some new stuff!!!
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Chapter 26: Some Sort of a Celebrity?
"Hey, wake up!!!"
Mark heard the woman's voice faintly. She sounded about as old as him. "Gruuh?" He moaned.
"Come on, wake up! We need to get out of here!" The voice said, a little more clearly.
"Wha?"
"I said get up! Before they find us!!!"
Mark was still having trouble opening his eyes. "Where am I?" he asked, finally getting his eyes open, but everything was blurry.
"Where do you think you are? You're the middle of Celadon City!"
"Huh?" Everything started to come into focus. There was a Wigglytuff Halfling standing in front of him, a little taller than he was and wearing tan pink shorts that matched the Wigglytuff skin perfectly, and a white tank top that matched the Wigglytuff belly. "Who are you?" He asked.
"We can't talk now," she said, "we need to get out of here. People are starting to wake up. Is that your friend?" She said, gesturing off to the right, towards the unconscious form of Flareon. Mark nodded. "Alright, then, you'd better grab her and take her with us."
Mark followed the Halfling out of the city and she led him to a cave, hidden by vegetation, in a patch of woods. 'Just like Brian's cave,' Mark thought. The cave had several small pieces of furniture, some posters on the walls, and a few pictures of someone who was obviously once the Halfling.
"Okay," the girl said, sitting down in a bean bag chair, "now we can talk. I'm Shirley, who are you?"
"I'm Mark."
"I'm curious, is that your Pokemon from when you were a trainer?"
"Um, no," said Mark, "Flareon belongs to my friend, but my friend disappeared."
"I might have seen him," said Shirley, "what's his name?"
"Well, the police call him Omega."
Shirley fell out of her chair and got up, staring at him wide-eyed, "Omega's disappeared?"
"You know him?"
"Of course I know him!!! Where have you been the past nine months? Even the humans have heard of the Omega Halfling," she looked down sadly, "and, if word gets around that he's gone, there's going to be trouble. Big trouble. How'd he disappear?"
"He just... disappeared," Mark said, then he decided he could tell a little bit of what happened, "he was with me in a group of friends, and we went to sleep, and when we woke up, he was gone."
"Did you ever think he just left you?" Shirley asked, still wide-eyed.
"He did," said Mark, "that's the problem."
"Huh?" Shirley said, sitting back down, "how do you know he's disappeared, then?"
"Because we met him later and there was something wrong with him. Then he ran off again."
"Okay," said Shirley, "who else was with him?"
"No one you'd know," said Mark, thinking quick, "a few of his friends, his girlfriend-"
She interrupted him with, "he has a girlfriend?"
"Yeah."
"Damn."
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I'm his friend, too! He saved me!"
"From what?"
"From the government, of course! I took a bunch of them down, but then they brought tranquilizers," she said, "and then... hang on, this is hard to remember... and then, I heard faint shouts, the agents were shouting something like, 'What the Hell is that?!!! Grab the Halfling, hurry!' Then I passed out. The next thing I knew, I woke up back in these woods, and Omega was there, and we became friends. Geez, I can't believe I had to tell you, there have been stories like that all over Johto and Kanto!"
"Huh?" Mark asked.
"Maybe you don't find ways to read the paper," she said, "here. Here, I kept this one."
She handed him a small, obviously old, newspaper article. Mark looked down, and started to read it. It said: New Breed of Halfling, or Monster, or Both? Government agents almost captured a registered Halfling named Julie Gibson last night, but something attacked the agents and let the Halfling free. The creature, which government agents managed to scan and is a Halfling, attacked the agents and knocked all of them unconscious using Pokemon maneuvers and a moderation of street fighting style, and eye witnesses say the unknown Halfling then grabbed the other Halfling and carried it off into the woods. This Halfling is extremely bizarre and is known to be dangerous. It looks like the picture to the right. As you can see, it looks humanoid, except its skin and hair is snow white, it doesn't have certain recognizable features (toes, finger nails, ears, and even finger prints). It is known to "rescue" Halflings from agents attempting to capture them and then it disappears for a day, then shows up somewhere else and thwarts government agents from taking another Halfling. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CAPTURE THIS CREATURE UNLESS YOU ARE A REGISTERED HALFLING HUNTER. If you see it, contact the local police in your area.
"You know what?" Shirley said once Mark had finished reading the article, "sometimes I truly hate humans. Of course, it's all stereotype, I mean, it's been going on for so long that there are even comic books where Halflings are the villains. They act like we were never humans and we want to destroy the Earth. On the other hand, there are always a rare few that accept us for what we are, keep us secretly for a few days, things like that." Mark knew he should act like he knew this, so he nodded. "So, how long have you been a Halfling?"
"Let's see," Mark said, "one, two, three... I'm going on my fourth day."
"Wow, that's not very long," Shirley said, "did Omega save you, or something?"
"Actually, I blacked out. I woke up and found him in the woods. He let me stay at his place for the night."
"Hmm," Shirley said, "geez, it's been a while, I've been a Halfling for about three years. Say, do you wanna stay here tonight? I've got plenty of room."
He stayed there for the night, and then, around noon...
There was a slight rustling noise. "What was that? I'll go check it out," Julie said. She left silently through the mouth of the cave. She came back a few minutes later, "there's someone out there who looks sort of like Omega," she said, wide-eyed, "except he's black, and-"
"Oh, crap," Mark interrupted, does he have a trenchcoat or a ponytail?"
"A trenchcoat," said Shirley, "how'd you know?"
"He's been looking for Omega, and he's definitely not a nice person, I can tell you that."
"Well, he's not looking for Omega now," Shirley said, "I didn't get close enough to hear him clearly but he was looking for a widow, or window, or something."
"A Window?" Mark asked, thinking, 'Black might lead me back to my friends...' "I'm going to follow him."
"I'm going, too," said Flareon, awake for who knows how long in the corner.
"Me, too!" announced Shirley, "I might get to see Omega again."
"Um, Julie," Mark said, "if you come with me, you're going to see some very weird and deadly stuff, stuff from other worlds."
"I'm still coming, and what are you talking about?"
"I'll explain later, we've got to follow Black... that guy out there."
They followed him, and sure enough, he led them to a Window. After several minutes of explaining to Shirley that it wasn't dangerous, they went through, and couldn't believe what they saw.
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That's all you get from them for now. Asta la bye-bye for now, baby!!!