The funeral
I am so F---ing sorry for the wait. ive been busy (im almost ready for high school) and now im back!!
oh, and by the wy, u kno who u r, dont rate me, please. it makes me feel unappreciated.
enjoy!
olimar
When i saw my pikmin fighting and dying, i was so angry. We had done nothing to harm it and now, it wants to harm us? I called my pikmin back and planned for the attck. As my pikmin came running back, a grey pikmin, dragging a red warrior, rushed out, being chased by a boulder. The boulder luckily exploded away from them. With a battle cry, i threw my warriors back into the fray. The cannon thrashed once again, unitil it finally lay still. We had won, but at a great cost. The green pikmin were doing what seemed to be a war dance along with the reds. They danced around the cannon, and hoisted it's body up and brought it back to the camp. As they lifted it away, my stomach churned. Bodies, 10 to 15, lay there. Blood was on the ground. Fragments of boulder.
The funeral would be long tonight.
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The cannon's body had been cut and equally absorbed into each crippled onion. With cries of freedom, the newlings had jumped out, ready to taste freedom. They took the rites of first nectar, and each different clan was talking to them about what they will learn to do for the next days. all in all, about 2o more, a good number. But that was soon over.
The bodies were carried to the back of the hill. There, a little graveyard, with tiny crosses, was placed. The 13 holes were placed evenly, a cross already there. All 200 pikmin were silent, as the elders picked up the bodies of the bodies of their clan children and laid them to rest.
The moon was crying, or so it seemed. The thin clouds were coming from the crescent moon, looking like tears. The grublings who lost their bond mates and tamers had cried a small bit of water. Even I cried a bit, for every pikmin was now special.
But for the pikmin, no tear was shed.
All of them stood there, silently, like ghosts. Their stems slowly waved in the breeze. I understood that to them, crying would do nothing. They had lost their friends, their comrades, their brothers. And slowly, I too began to understand, that in an awful, but natural way;
We were at war with the world.
So! yes, that waz short, but I dont get that much time 2 write, and i need ideas to think about. We will soon find out about the red and grey pikmin, but for now, begin to expect mor work a little more often.
good night.