Woot! You like it! Happiness… Oh, and to Weird Dutch Guy, he can't use the Void in his human form because he's… well, human. And if he tried to turn into his true form even concealed in the hut, the guards would notice. (The hut's too small to accommodate Kaiyou in his true form) The guards would have shot him.

Oh, and thank you for the compliment on the language! I completely pulled it out of my butt… I didn't really base it on any kind of language of today. I wanted it to be course, crude and rough-sounding, so I smashed a bunch of consonants together with a few vowels in between. :smile:

Dark and Light

Chapter 2

Buganti

I suppose I had dozed off more than a few times, sitting there in that hut. I had gotten used to the smell and the pain shooting up from my arm and leg, where the arrows still remained. I had tried to get them out, but they were too far away from my mouth to reach them. I considered again turning into my true form, but with my wounds, I wouldn't make it too far. And the poison the woman threatened me with seemed pretty potent.

So, I got to wait. And wait. And wait. And wait some more, with a little bit of waiting on the side… -so I found myself extremely bored. Bored beyond comparison. For a while, I was worried that I would actually die of boredom, even though I suppose I was supposed to be scared out of my mind, what with an angry tribe wanting to kill me and a giant Ground-type deciding my fate. I sighed and stared at the hole in the ceiling.

That master of the tribe seemed pretty competent. Even though reptilian pokemon -even Legendaries- are known to be… of the lower level of intelligence, this one probably knew what I was. I frowned to myself. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking… I sighed and then looked back to my wounded arm, which was still oozing and looked like it was about to get infected. Beautiful.

It was then that I heard a strange sound. A scream. I turned my head and listened, where there was another scream, and then a crash. I then smelled human blood and smoke. My brow furrowed. What was going on over there? Suddenly, a guard burst into the tent and thrust his poison-covered spear against my neck. "You bastard!" he cried. "You think your friends can save you? Well, we'll give you back -on a pike! Gerasch!"

The tent flap opened again, and I could see a small window of the outside. Fire was running rampant, destroying houses and villagers. The people that wanted me dead earlier were now shooting arrows at some enemy- but that was all I saw, for the other huge guard came into the tent. The first guard turned to his friend and began shouting in their rough language. There was a little exchange of angry, passionate words and then they turned to me, dislodged me from my bonds, and pulled me outside.

I could now see the entire scene. Another tribe -tanned humans with black feathers on their heads and red and black face paint adorning their face and half-naked bodies- were pushing through a small opening of the cave. The two guards holding me pushed me to the ground and rolled me over onto my back, so I faced upwards. One of them then held me down as the other readied a poison-tipped spear down at me. Gerasch, the one holding me down, turned to the invading tribe and then bellowed in a deafening voice, "Damn you Farsin tribe! If you want your man back, then take him and leave! Or else you'll all end up on pikes outside of our cave!"

One Farsin tribe member looked down at me for a moment and then began to laugh. "You stupid dirt-eater! He isn't one of us! Go ahead and put him on a pike -if you live through this battle!"

Gerasch pulled out a short knife from his belt and then left to strike at the Farsin tribe member. The other left as well, so I was free to go, so to speak. I pulled the arrows from my limbs and then got to my feet. I looked around at the battlefield and was about to wonder where the Ground-type went, but my question was already answered before I asked it.

"ENOUGH FIGHTING!" it bellowed from behind me. I turned and saw it sitting upon its cliff, snarling in the dim light. Its two tails whipped angrily behind him, and his huge talons gleamed menacingly as they gripped the rock face. I saw then that there was fur glistening in the cave light, not scales. "Leave, Farsin! I do not wish to battle. Tell your god to leave us be, lest you want our anger wrought upon your village."

I heard gasps where the invading tribe was and turned to see their shocked and horrified faces. "The beast!" one cried. "The beast! He'll kill us all!" Amazingly enough, the tribe retreated, leaving the Ground-types people to rejoice. I stood in the middle of it all, confused and a little light-headed, as an onlooker. I wondered how long the two tribes had been battling when the woman with the red bandanna approached me.

She gave me a hard look. "You might not be of the Farsin tribe after all," she began, "but you might still be an enemy." She pushed me out of her way and stood before the cliff and the reptilian Ground-type. "Lord Buganti, what do we do with him?"

He came off his cliff and began to walk towards me, but he was changing shape as he went. My eyes narrowed. He must be a Legendary -a powerful one- to be able to change into human form like I did. When he reached me, I was able to look him in the eye. His hair was a light -almost white- brown and short-cropped -shorter than my own. His shoulders were broad and he wore a fine brown skin cloak. His clothes were like mine. His face was kind, and he held out his hand to me.

"Forgive my people's hostility, Darkling. They do not know. I am Buganti, a Ground Legendary and ruler of this village." His smile did not waver when I took his hand and shook it, so he was past the superstitions of Darklings. That made me feel a bit better.

However, his people didn't take his introduction very well. The woman was in complete shock. "Lord Buganti, why did you call him a Darkling? He doesn't look like one of the Vorn tribe. And he is clearly human to my eyes."

Buganti gave her a stale look. "Then your eyes need better training. He is pokemon. A Legendary, if I am not mistaken." When the collective gasps were past, he turned back to me and rubbed his thumb over my arm wound. "That looks painful. Do want any treatment?"

A half-frown formed on my face. I had had just about enough of this cave and its inhabitants. But this Buganti seemed interesting. His vision wasn't clouded by prejudice and superstition. And he seemed kind enough. I was about to answer when I felt rather dizzy, and my vision began to get rather fuzzy. I must have lost too much blood…

Before I realized what was going on, I was on the ground, staring at the little pool of blood that had formed around me. The people were now crowding around me, but they looked more like pale blobs of muddled color surrounding me. I felt a hand on my wounded arm -the Ground Legendary. "Shaka," his distant voice rang, "Get the healer! Quick!" The sounds around me were quickly getting more distant and were being replaced by an abrasive pressure on my head, as if thousands of pokemon were standing on it.

I suddenly realized I couldn't keep my eyes open. I tried to listen to the Ground-type, but his voice was too far away… and the pressure in my head was too great to bear. He won't mind if I take a little nap… I thought weakly. Just a… little nap…

……………..

I'm ending the chap. here. Why? Because I feel like it. Well, it is now 90 F in my home because our AC decided to stop working. Yay…. My mom's all pissed off (which is a wonderful thing…) and I'm hot as hell. At least the power's not off. Just the AC…

Oh… and yesterday, June 19, 2005, my big plecko, Fred died. Or at least that's when I realized he was dead. He was just sitting there, on the gravel, not doing anything. I thought that he'd been acting weird, but when I poked the glass, he didn't move like he usually did. So, I got the net and poked him. No movement. So, I took him out of the water. Nothing. So I buried him in the backyard.

I want Fred-Fred back…

Ja.