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Rise of Avalon
By:
CrystalPinkTorchic
Chapter Three- Friendly Battles and Thoughts
Fayen sat by himself upon a rock in a grassy field near the town, gazing at the beautiful sunny sky. The golden sunlight seemed to mingle with the soft and fluffy white clouds, creating a beauty only rivaled by those masterpieces of artwork. Even the sky's bluish colour on such a beautiful day like this, which really did not mix well with the fluffy clouds, looked almost as if it were part of a heavenly sea from which the clouds and sunlight had ascended from with almost little effort. Those clouds and the sun also looked like beautiful treasures of the heavens, atleast in the eyes of Fayen. The whole summer day definitely seemed to be contributing to the relaxed nature of the little forest town to make it a seemingly utopian place. And that town below did indeed well fit the ideals of utopia well on this day. Much smaller than the cities like Vermillion and Saffron to the North, the town had only a few influences of technology about it. Those included the refrigirators and televisions owned by most in the town, as well as other needed items such as clocks and the lightbulbs in most room that provided illumination to most homes in the dark. It was true that they had a small power plant out somewhere that helped them, but their world was mostly one of nature and happiness. Their homes were mainly cabins of wood and stone, and the paths outside their home were likewise untamed grass that many felt free to walk barefoot in.
People also were free to let their Pokemon out in the town. Many of the inhabitants of this little hidden retreat owned Pokemon that they had either captured from the forests that surrounded the town or recieved as a gift from relatives far away who somehow had it delivered to the recipients. Either way, they treated their Pokemon with a lot of love and trust, in a way that was better than how people who lived in other towns treated their pet Pokemon. Maybe it was the calming atmosphere that afforded them the calm temperment and easy-going attitude typical of most of the town's inhabitants. Whatever the case might have been, it was clear that love and caring were traits common in most relationships between pet Pokemon and their owners. They did treat them as equals, not as things to be commanded for their own whim. They were a species of their own, not one that was meant to bend to the will of humanity. The town's inhabitants seemed to realize this, and treated their Pokemon like equals. That included letting their own friends that were the Pokemon roam freely about in the sunny and calm day that was today. All of these factors and more made this town seem like a utopia, a land of fairies that he had been given the exteme luck to be able to visit.
Fayen sighed again, as thinking of utopia and fairies made him think about the legend of Avalon. That had been his favourite book. He had even taken his current name from it, simply because it seemed to feel almost right, almost like it was his actual name. The name of Fayen had been that of one who no one thought would be the one to fulfill the prophecy of Avalon. In the legend, Fayen had been one of the characters whom no one had thought would fulfill the prophecy of Avalon. People searching to fulfill this ancient legend had already found the female soul of the equation, who had not been a pretty princess of a kingdom but rather a wanderer who had mixed feelings about the prophecy and was currently searching for a place where she could learn more about a thing called technology, newly introduced into the world of the legend. Eagerly searching for someone who would know about it and enlighten her to the miracles of its seemingly limitless power, she had come across those who sought to fulfill this prophecy. They had found her to be the one who most obviously fit the bill through tests of their own, and told her of it. She had accepted her destiny with a sigh, as the woman had been told that if she refused to help them, humans would never attain true paradise. They had also threatened her with crimes unspeakable in society today, crimes against her body. Such was the attitude of men to women in the legend's world.
Anyhow, Fayen had been one of those who had journeyed to see if he was the other part of the prophecy, the male half. For you see, it was not the romance that interested him so much as his curiosity if he was part of this little prophecy. The ancient writ said that the other soul to be united, the animus or " male ", would have lived on the world for 17 to 19 years before the writ was brought to the knowledge of the populace, which had been the case about some time ago. Since he was about 18, he was eligible to be the prophecy's choice. And so, shouldering a burden and enough supplies for the long trip, Fayen had walked to the Temple of Avalon. Located atop a large mountain known for the fact that it produced deposits of metal from its mines to forge weapons with, a lot of work would be required to reach the top. Even then, it would take a lot to pass the various tests devised by those of Avalon's temple from the prophecy to see just who exactly would be able to step forth and prove themselves to be the one who could give them all paradise. Far better men than he had been rejected, men who looked a lot better than he did with his lightish black eyes and awkwardly cut black hair. Men who looked a whole lot better than he did with his thin frame and physical weakness. Even if he did pass the test, the love would have to be requited by the other. They were not about to force a man on a girl. Quite the opposite of their threats to the chosen girl, but such were the attitudes of Avalon's priests.
The Fayen who came from the story had somehow managed to make his way to the mountain and then proceed to ascend it. Within a few days, he had soon reached the top and become one of the possible choices for the prophecy. He hoped that he would somehow be able to figure out the mystery behind this place and the prophecy of Avalon, as that was all his mind seemed to care about. However, romance might well have fired her arrows, as it came to pass. Both he and the girl fell in love. It was not at all over each other's looks as much as over their personalities that seemed to be the same. Both were in love, as they had talked to each other in secret ever since the start of this whole test. However, it was not that that influenced the choices of the priests, as they still chose someone else apart from him. Someone who seemed to be the right choice.... but in reality, was not. And so Fayen was chosen, revealing the correct choice and making the prophecy a reality. Then did Avalon rise, and then most were happy.
Fayen chuckled as he leaned back, thinking about how that story had ended. Avalon had risen high in the sky, leaving those unworthy of living in the heavenly land down below on the ground and the others to live a happy life high in the sky with their Pokemon as well, which had also existed in this world of legend. It was quite the interesting story that he knew, one of his most favourite stories ever. The tale of romance and high fantasy had appealed to his sensibilities and overall had just been a wonderfully- written tale. It was perfection. He chuckled to himself, as he sometimes wished that the world could have their own Avalon to rise in the skies and create a paradise for the worthy. The world in itself, currently, was kind of like a utopia. However, there were a few problems that still plagued it. One such problem was the problem of crime- and Team Fusion, or as some called it, the Fusion Gang. According to the media, the nightmarish Fusion Gang was a group that had formed when three crime gangs from the regions of Johto, Kanto, and Houen had joined together. They had been Team Rocket, a large crime empire that had once been the main criminal force in the regions of Johto and Kanto as they sought to use Pokemon for their own evil ends. The other two teams had been the Magma and Aqua Gangs, or Team Aqua and Team Magma. The two teams had been on crusades, each seeking the legendary Pokemon of Houen to better the lot of humanity on their lands. Aqua and Magma had been locking horns with each other in their crusades. Somehow, the Aqua and Magma gangs had formed an alliance with each other and with Team Rocket, now commiting high crimes in the Orange Islands and various other places. The world would probably be better if Team Fusion was removed from existence.
But then he chuckled, smiling. The chance of Team Fusion ever being cast away from existence and leaving the world a brighter and happier place was very little, smaller than the chance of the rare and Legendary Pokemon Mew ever being captured. Speaking of Legendary Pokemon, Fayen suddenly realized why exactly he had just come up here. In his ramblings and thoughts about the legend of Avalon and how utopian this world was, he realized that he had come up here to think about the mystery that had presented itself to him. Namely, the fact that the symbol of Celebi had been burned into his outer palm. The other part of it was that the symbol found on the object had been the same as the symbol burned into his right hand. Fayen had assumed that this symbol that had suddenly appeared on his hand had been connected to his past in some way. His past, forgotten forever, might be reclaimed if he discovered the mystery behind this obvious mark on his palm. But the mark, even if it was not part of his past, had a few of its own mysteries to it as well. Why had it burned itself into his hand one night? What had caused it to even appear, for that matter? There were so many questions to the mark and his past, and he figured that he would need some help in figuring them out. Maybe the help of a Pokemon would be needed, for this mystery could involve Pokemon. Removing the Pokeball from his clothes, he threw it down to reveal the eternally cute Eevee.
The cute Pokemon looked up and around, glancing at the grass field. It stared up at its master, joyfully bounding into his lap and letting out squeaks of cuteness and happiness. Fayen chuckled, patting the Eevee on its head. The Pokemon was so joyful and cute that it led one to forget their cares and worries as they absorbed themselves in its eternal happiness. Fayen smiled as he patted the Pokemon, unaware of someone who was walking up the hill. He continued to pat the Pokemon, forgetting his cares and troubles about all of the mysteries that presented themselves to him. Suddenly, from behind him, there came a voice that seemed to be haughty and used to utilizing sarcasm.
" Hey, Fay! Yeah, you! "
Fayen turned around to see the source of the voice from behind. The person behind him was likewise the age of 19, with a yellow-black cap lying atop his head that covered the shock of black hair protruding from his head in one large point. Blue-blackish eyes were set amongst a youngish face, as the teenager behind him was fit for his age. He wore a red shirt and yellow shorts, with shoes that were a cross of those two colours. In his light- skinned hand was a Pokeball, containing what Fayen knew to be a Fire-type Cyndaquil. The boy's name was Daisuke, and he was a trainer in town who liked to battle Fayen on occasions. Or, as he called him, Fay.
Fayen only responded in his gentle voice, but now it had a touch of annoyance to it. " Yes? "
" Let's battle! It's a nice day, and Cyndaquil needs some experience! He's already beaten Eevee three times, but he could still use the workout! " The two regularly pitted Eevee and Cyndaquil against each other in friendly Pokemon battle, though Daisuke was a bit more intense about it than Fayen was. Fayen was more of a thinker, while Daisuke was a man of action. It showed in their battles. Out of five bouts, Cyndaquil had won three and Eevee had won two.
" Well... I suppose. Eevee, are you up to it? " asked a defeated Fayen. Eevee answered by bounding off the rock joyfully, leaping in front of Fayen and getting ready for battle. Fayen just sighed. Now he would have to battle. He expected Cyndaquil to beat Eevee, and then he would have to heal Eevee. While he was concerned about Eevee's welfare, he did want to think about the prophecy.
" That's enough proof for me that we should battle! Go, Cyndaquil! " Daisuke hurled the Pokeball from his right hand to the ground. It exploded open in a bright flash, revealing a bottle-nosed creature with quills of flame bristling from its back. A black stripe ran up and down the middle, bisecting the yellow-coloured skin. In a cheerful voice much like Eevee's, it cried out " Quil! Cynda! "
" Shall we begin? " asked Fayen.
Daisuke smirked. " Of course we will! Cyndaquil, use the Ember attack! " Cyndaquil complied, spitting out three small rockets of flame at Eevee.
" Eevee, Quick Attack! " cried Fayen. Eevee complied, darting left and right as it ran at high speed for a direct and powerful Tackle attack towards Cyndaquil. It closed in, closer, closer, closer...
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Rise of Avalon
By:
CrystalPinkTorchic
Chapter Three- Friendly Battles and Thoughts
Fayen sat by himself upon a rock in a grassy field near the town, gazing at the beautiful sunny sky. The golden sunlight seemed to mingle with the soft and fluffy white clouds, creating a beauty only rivaled by those masterpieces of artwork. Even the sky's bluish colour on such a beautiful day like this, which really did not mix well with the fluffy clouds, looked almost as if it were part of a heavenly sea from which the clouds and sunlight had ascended from with almost little effort. Those clouds and the sun also looked like beautiful treasures of the heavens, atleast in the eyes of Fayen. The whole summer day definitely seemed to be contributing to the relaxed nature of the little forest town to make it a seemingly utopian place. And that town below did indeed well fit the ideals of utopia well on this day. Much smaller than the cities like Vermillion and Saffron to the North, the town had only a few influences of technology about it. Those included the refrigirators and televisions owned by most in the town, as well as other needed items such as clocks and the lightbulbs in most room that provided illumination to most homes in the dark. It was true that they had a small power plant out somewhere that helped them, but their world was mostly one of nature and happiness. Their homes were mainly cabins of wood and stone, and the paths outside their home were likewise untamed grass that many felt free to walk barefoot in.
People also were free to let their Pokemon out in the town. Many of the inhabitants of this little hidden retreat owned Pokemon that they had either captured from the forests that surrounded the town or recieved as a gift from relatives far away who somehow had it delivered to the recipients. Either way, they treated their Pokemon with a lot of love and trust, in a way that was better than how people who lived in other towns treated their pet Pokemon. Maybe it was the calming atmosphere that afforded them the calm temperment and easy-going attitude typical of most of the town's inhabitants. Whatever the case might have been, it was clear that love and caring were traits common in most relationships between pet Pokemon and their owners. They did treat them as equals, not as things to be commanded for their own whim. They were a species of their own, not one that was meant to bend to the will of humanity. The town's inhabitants seemed to realize this, and treated their Pokemon like equals. That included letting their own friends that were the Pokemon roam freely about in the sunny and calm day that was today. All of these factors and more made this town seem like a utopia, a land of fairies that he had been given the exteme luck to be able to visit.
Fayen sighed again, as thinking of utopia and fairies made him think about the legend of Avalon. That had been his favourite book. He had even taken his current name from it, simply because it seemed to feel almost right, almost like it was his actual name. The name of Fayen had been that of one who no one thought would be the one to fulfill the prophecy of Avalon. In the legend, Fayen had been one of the characters whom no one had thought would fulfill the prophecy of Avalon. People searching to fulfill this ancient legend had already found the female soul of the equation, who had not been a pretty princess of a kingdom but rather a wanderer who had mixed feelings about the prophecy and was currently searching for a place where she could learn more about a thing called technology, newly introduced into the world of the legend. Eagerly searching for someone who would know about it and enlighten her to the miracles of its seemingly limitless power, she had come across those who sought to fulfill this prophecy. They had found her to be the one who most obviously fit the bill through tests of their own, and told her of it. She had accepted her destiny with a sigh, as the woman had been told that if she refused to help them, humans would never attain true paradise. They had also threatened her with crimes unspeakable in society today, crimes against her body. Such was the attitude of men to women in the legend's world.
Anyhow, Fayen had been one of those who had journeyed to see if he was the other part of the prophecy, the male half. For you see, it was not the romance that interested him so much as his curiosity if he was part of this little prophecy. The ancient writ said that the other soul to be united, the animus or " male ", would have lived on the world for 17 to 19 years before the writ was brought to the knowledge of the populace, which had been the case about some time ago. Since he was about 18, he was eligible to be the prophecy's choice. And so, shouldering a burden and enough supplies for the long trip, Fayen had walked to the Temple of Avalon. Located atop a large mountain known for the fact that it produced deposits of metal from its mines to forge weapons with, a lot of work would be required to reach the top. Even then, it would take a lot to pass the various tests devised by those of Avalon's temple from the prophecy to see just who exactly would be able to step forth and prove themselves to be the one who could give them all paradise. Far better men than he had been rejected, men who looked a lot better than he did with his lightish black eyes and awkwardly cut black hair. Men who looked a whole lot better than he did with his thin frame and physical weakness. Even if he did pass the test, the love would have to be requited by the other. They were not about to force a man on a girl. Quite the opposite of their threats to the chosen girl, but such were the attitudes of Avalon's priests.
The Fayen who came from the story had somehow managed to make his way to the mountain and then proceed to ascend it. Within a few days, he had soon reached the top and become one of the possible choices for the prophecy. He hoped that he would somehow be able to figure out the mystery behind this place and the prophecy of Avalon, as that was all his mind seemed to care about. However, romance might well have fired her arrows, as it came to pass. Both he and the girl fell in love. It was not at all over each other's looks as much as over their personalities that seemed to be the same. Both were in love, as they had talked to each other in secret ever since the start of this whole test. However, it was not that that influenced the choices of the priests, as they still chose someone else apart from him. Someone who seemed to be the right choice.... but in reality, was not. And so Fayen was chosen, revealing the correct choice and making the prophecy a reality. Then did Avalon rise, and then most were happy.
Fayen chuckled as he leaned back, thinking about how that story had ended. Avalon had risen high in the sky, leaving those unworthy of living in the heavenly land down below on the ground and the others to live a happy life high in the sky with their Pokemon as well, which had also existed in this world of legend. It was quite the interesting story that he knew, one of his most favourite stories ever. The tale of romance and high fantasy had appealed to his sensibilities and overall had just been a wonderfully- written tale. It was perfection. He chuckled to himself, as he sometimes wished that the world could have their own Avalon to rise in the skies and create a paradise for the worthy. The world in itself, currently, was kind of like a utopia. However, there were a few problems that still plagued it. One such problem was the problem of crime- and Team Fusion, or as some called it, the Fusion Gang. According to the media, the nightmarish Fusion Gang was a group that had formed when three crime gangs from the regions of Johto, Kanto, and Houen had joined together. They had been Team Rocket, a large crime empire that had once been the main criminal force in the regions of Johto and Kanto as they sought to use Pokemon for their own evil ends. The other two teams had been the Magma and Aqua Gangs, or Team Aqua and Team Magma. The two teams had been on crusades, each seeking the legendary Pokemon of Houen to better the lot of humanity on their lands. Aqua and Magma had been locking horns with each other in their crusades. Somehow, the Aqua and Magma gangs had formed an alliance with each other and with Team Rocket, now commiting high crimes in the Orange Islands and various other places. The world would probably be better if Team Fusion was removed from existence.
But then he chuckled, smiling. The chance of Team Fusion ever being cast away from existence and leaving the world a brighter and happier place was very little, smaller than the chance of the rare and Legendary Pokemon Mew ever being captured. Speaking of Legendary Pokemon, Fayen suddenly realized why exactly he had just come up here. In his ramblings and thoughts about the legend of Avalon and how utopian this world was, he realized that he had come up here to think about the mystery that had presented itself to him. Namely, the fact that the symbol of Celebi had been burned into his outer palm. The other part of it was that the symbol found on the object had been the same as the symbol burned into his right hand. Fayen had assumed that this symbol that had suddenly appeared on his hand had been connected to his past in some way. His past, forgotten forever, might be reclaimed if he discovered the mystery behind this obvious mark on his palm. But the mark, even if it was not part of his past, had a few of its own mysteries to it as well. Why had it burned itself into his hand one night? What had caused it to even appear, for that matter? There were so many questions to the mark and his past, and he figured that he would need some help in figuring them out. Maybe the help of a Pokemon would be needed, for this mystery could involve Pokemon. Removing the Pokeball from his clothes, he threw it down to reveal the eternally cute Eevee.
The cute Pokemon looked up and around, glancing at the grass field. It stared up at its master, joyfully bounding into his lap and letting out squeaks of cuteness and happiness. Fayen chuckled, patting the Eevee on its head. The Pokemon was so joyful and cute that it led one to forget their cares and worries as they absorbed themselves in its eternal happiness. Fayen smiled as he patted the Pokemon, unaware of someone who was walking up the hill. He continued to pat the Pokemon, forgetting his cares and troubles about all of the mysteries that presented themselves to him. Suddenly, from behind him, there came a voice that seemed to be haughty and used to utilizing sarcasm.
" Hey, Fay! Yeah, you! "
Fayen turned around to see the source of the voice from behind. The person behind him was likewise the age of 19, with a yellow-black cap lying atop his head that covered the shock of black hair protruding from his head in one large point. Blue-blackish eyes were set amongst a youngish face, as the teenager behind him was fit for his age. He wore a red shirt and yellow shorts, with shoes that were a cross of those two colours. In his light- skinned hand was a Pokeball, containing what Fayen knew to be a Fire-type Cyndaquil. The boy's name was Daisuke, and he was a trainer in town who liked to battle Fayen on occasions. Or, as he called him, Fay.
Fayen only responded in his gentle voice, but now it had a touch of annoyance to it. " Yes? "
" Let's battle! It's a nice day, and Cyndaquil needs some experience! He's already beaten Eevee three times, but he could still use the workout! " The two regularly pitted Eevee and Cyndaquil against each other in friendly Pokemon battle, though Daisuke was a bit more intense about it than Fayen was. Fayen was more of a thinker, while Daisuke was a man of action. It showed in their battles. Out of five bouts, Cyndaquil had won three and Eevee had won two.
" Well... I suppose. Eevee, are you up to it? " asked a defeated Fayen. Eevee answered by bounding off the rock joyfully, leaping in front of Fayen and getting ready for battle. Fayen just sighed. Now he would have to battle. He expected Cyndaquil to beat Eevee, and then he would have to heal Eevee. While he was concerned about Eevee's welfare, he did want to think about the prophecy.
" That's enough proof for me that we should battle! Go, Cyndaquil! " Daisuke hurled the Pokeball from his right hand to the ground. It exploded open in a bright flash, revealing a bottle-nosed creature with quills of flame bristling from its back. A black stripe ran up and down the middle, bisecting the yellow-coloured skin. In a cheerful voice much like Eevee's, it cried out " Quil! Cynda! "
" Shall we begin? " asked Fayen.
Daisuke smirked. " Of course we will! Cyndaquil, use the Ember attack! " Cyndaquil complied, spitting out three small rockets of flame at Eevee.
" Eevee, Quick Attack! " cried Fayen. Eevee complied, darting left and right as it ran at high speed for a direct and powerful Tackle attack towards Cyndaquil. It closed in, closer, closer, closer...
END Chapter Three
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