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| Topic Started: May 15 2007, 02:36 PM (129 Views) | |
| Tsunami | May 15 2007, 02:36 PM Post #1 |
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Fadriendel turned onto his side, letting fly a small groan as his already closed eyes shut more tightly, screwing up his smooth face as he was plagued with nightmares. He saw, like every other night, the same two men, facing each other in that dark, desolate place. One of them had his arms spread wide, floating in mid-air. Leaves, dust and water circled around him rapidly and he stared coldly down at the other man, who faced him with a look of sadness and pity. The flying man shouted something over the screeching winds, and the other man, Fadriendel's father, shook his head quickly in response. The man rode higher into the air, and all became still. There was a flash of light and a rushing sound, then his father's body exploded into tiny particles of matter and floated away. As the man broke the silence with peals of horrid laughter, Fadriendel screamed, thrashing in his bed. His piercing blue eyes snapped open and he sat up. The instant he awakened, the items in his room fell to the floor; they had been floating in the air moments earlier. Fadriendel wiped the tears from his eyes and ran a hand through his long, pale blue hair. The wooden door swung open and a tall, unnaturally beautiful woman with knee-length white hair and pointed ears ran into the room, took one look around the destroyed bedroom and ran to her son's side. " What happened, " she asked quickly in their language. Her voice was smooth and multi-toned, with vocals of Soprano, Alto, Tenor and Bass within it. Fadriendel shook his head. " The dream again, mother. What is it? " he asked, in the same multitoned voice. " You know what it is, I think. " His mother answered, speaking in the common language without the multitones. Fadriendel shook his head again, to clear his mind, and looked around. A pinkish shade came to his pale cheeks as he observed the mess he made. " Was that me? " Fadriendel asked weakly. His mother sighed, and stroked his cheek gently. She waved her free hand gently, and the broken items leapt back into their places, repairing themselves. " Yes, It was. Your powers are advancing. You only need to control them. Now get up, today is your day, and you must get ready. I must prepare as well. " she said briskly, turning and heading for the door. Fadriendel looked after her fondly and raised himself from his bed. It was large and had four posters, each covered in vines. Above the magnificent wooden bed was a leafy canopy which allowed small beams of sunlight to pour upon the bed from the large window just behind it. Fadriendel moved swiftly to his closet, his silk robe draggin on the ground behind him. He washed and dressed quickly, wearing a set of white, silk, tunic and pants with white leather slip-on shoes. He exited his room and headed down the wooden, foresty hallway to the foyer, where he saw his mother waiting at the foot of the stairs. He went to her and embraced her. They were both very tall and beautiful, Fadriendel being 1.83 meters and his mother only a little taller. They smiled at each other, and the light of their happiness out shone the rising sun. They took hands and walked quietly into the Sitting Room, where they sat on the earthy couch together. His mother, without a word, began to brush his hair with a silver brush and sing to him in their language. After the usual one-thousand strokes each morning, they stood and faced each other, smiling. " I have had my chance to say my goodbyes, and so I shall not linger. Be safe, take care of yourslef and bring your family honor like your father did. Learn to focus your powers and use them to make your bond with Pokemon strong. Take this; it is my gift to you. I love you, my son. " she said with pride, raising her chin as her startlingly green eyes sparkled with tears. She offered to him a golden-threaded satchel. He took it and looked inside, his crystalline blue eyes danicing with excitement. A chorus of Pidgey sang their morning aubades outside their woodland home. |
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| outforyou | May 17 2007, 10:11 AM Post #2 |
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Her eyes with tears, partly because she was worried, and tears of joy; she was proud. "I believe in you, I know you will make me proud!" She paused for a moment, digging in her purse. "Here. Its not much, but you should take it." Inside was 3900 zenni, which she handed to you, along with a
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| Tsunami | May 17 2007, 11:36 AM Post #3 |
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" My mother...I thank you. " Fadriendel said, placing his hands on his mother's shoulder and gazing into her eyes. They embraced quickly, and Fadriendel busied himself, tying the gold-laced satchel to his hip. His mother hurried away and collected his white mantle. When he looked up, she was standing before him, holding out the cloak and smiling, tears running down her face. Fadriendel took the cloak and donned it. When the hood was raised to hide his glistening hair, and the veil raised to block out his exqusite face, a light seemed to go out of the room. He nodded curtly to his mother, and turned to leave. She grasped his shoulder and held him back. He turned to look at her; her face was stony, but her eyes sparkled with concern. " Do not lower your veil and mantle; they will not understand. " she said gently. Fadriendel nodded, then took her hand, squeezed it, and gently removed it from his shoulder. Moments later he was gone. |
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| Jolt | May 18 2007, 07:42 AM Post #4 |
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Reach for the stars, and you'll hit the roof.
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*For reference, we don't use :pokenav's anymore. We use Poketecks. There just isn't an emoticon for them yet.* |
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