The Grass Temple
(Thanks to everyone who gave feedback on "With Blazing Intensity"! Especially Arach, who thought it would be a nice idea to make a fan-fic out of that plot. Well, here it is.)
Prelude:
With Blazing Intensity
Chapter One: The Three Temples
In a land called Orre, there were three kings...
Manta, Ravun, and Celon.
They sat at their castle in the Aurora Lair. Silently...
Manta, the great king of the waters.
Ravun, the great king of the skies.
Celon, the great king of the ground.
As long as all three of them ruled the land, the elements were all equal, and the world was in peace and harmony.
But one day, evil was afoot...
The kings fled into the few regions, protecting their sacred element whilst hiding from the evil.
Manta cried, "Great waves! Splash that terror!"
Ravun sung, "Great wind! Slash at that intruder!"
Celon whistled, "Great earth! Shake so to rid of that evil!"
Waves were splashing. Wind was slashing. The ground was shaking. The world was in complete chaos.
Eventually, the evil ruled no more. Manta, Ravun, and Celon protected the land from any more terror.
The three kings were weak from the evil's wrath. "We must take precautions! We may die out soon," said Ravun.
Eventually, they built three temples. Manta built a temple wide as the ocean, where the sages and kings of the waters would soon rule. Ravun built a temple on a floating cloud, where only the greatest of birds would be able to rest. And Celon built his temple... right on the land. The land of Hoenn...
"So! You finally want to become a Grass Sage, Treecko?"
"Yes! And I will become the greatest sage the temple has ever seen, King Breloom!"
The King Breloom glanced away from Treecko, looking around the temple for a small second.
"Indeed, I see your passion to become a sage is high. Well then... this is a mocann, or a sacred shield of fire. If you're truly worthy to be a sage, slash it in two."
King Breloom pointed to a steel-coated shield, with blazing smolders around it.
"Right. Here I go... huuuh... SLAM!" Treecko, with all of his might, slammed himself into the shield. "Right... I did a little damage, but not much. Huuuh... DRAGON CLAW!" Treecko took out his fingernails and slashed at the shield as hard as he could. Much to his surprise, it worked.
"Right then. Welcome, Sage Treecko."
"Saaage..." Treecko was gleeful at the thought of it.
"SAGE! SAGE! I'M ACTUALLY A SAGE!" Treecko was too overjoyed.
Treecko returned home that night, and looked out his window. Something caught his eye -- a Slugma. Slugma?! That's a fire-type Pokemon, what's it doing in the middle of Auo City, so close to the sacred grass temple?!
As soon as Treecko could see the Slugma clearly, he also saw another figure... a Charmander.
Two fire types?! This was too odd. Treecko grudgingly went outside, and glared at the two Fire Types. "What are you doing here?!" he asked.
"Takin' you and the grass temple down," said Charmander.
(Chapter two coming soon!)