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Cracking Cryzanthum; An Interview with Grismelda Gisuit
Topic Started: Jul 26 2007, 03:05 PM (251 Views)
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The enormous beast flew through the air, four human figures on its back, and landed skillfully on the soft ground outside of town despite the thick fog that permeated every square inch of air. The crew hopped off, and Samson patted the beast on the head. "Good job, Ray." said the blonde heartthrob, and his pokemon smiled at him before being recalled.

"Finally, I can breathe again." said Zak Freckles, Samson's best friend since grade school and now his expert cameraman. The soot in the air of Ashdell had made him cough uncontrollably and the flight over had not been soothing for his lungs either. The thick fog in the air seemed to soothe him, and he took deep breaths.

"Coming, Krys?" said Charlie Candon, Samson's director. His tropical shirt wasn't enough protection against the cold, and he had wrapped his arms around himself to keep warm.

"Regretfully, I'm right beside you, Charlie." said Krystal. The fog was so thick they could barely see each other. Krystal had put a warmer dress on and was looking quite out of place for the trendsetting diva she was. "I swear, if this next interview ends in death or property destruction..."

"Then it's for the greater good that we continue!" said Samson. "We have to know what's going on here. All Ashton can say anymore is 'those horrible blue eyes', and if nothing else, we have to make it right for his sake."

Krystal was not happy with his reply, but said nothing.

After a few moments of stumbling in the darkness, for it was after ten thirty when they touched down and nearly eleven by the time they found their way into town, they could finally see each other again. Everyone looked a bit disheveled from the journey.

"Where does Grismelda live?" asked Charlie, and everyone stared at him.

"You're supposed to know that." said Krystal. "You set up the interviews."

"She told me she'd get in touch with one of us, and she didn't get in touch with ME. I figured one of you must've..." but he trailed off as everyone shook their heads in negative response.

"Well, crap." said Samson, after a moment of silence. "How do we find her?"

"You merely have to ask, dearies."

The crew all turned to find the source of the new voice. A short woman, wrinkled, a red hood covering up thin grey hair, wearing long tan clothing and a red apron, was walking slowly towards them.

"Are you..." started Samson.

"Grismelda Gisuit?" said the woman. "Yes.. that has been my name for quite a long time. Please, follow me."

She turned around and led them into a back alley, and opened a wooden door into a brick building. The interior was very homey, and at first glance Samson was reminded of his grandma. On second look, though, he noticed many occult decorations hanging from every nook and cranny, pentagrams on the wall, horseshoes and garlic over every door, and large, musty books on shelves everywhere. Vials of who knows what filled up the kitchen cupboards, which were without doors. A strange liquid was steaming over a fire; Samson went to sniff it but didn't have to get too near to discover the stench.

"Please, sit down."

Grismelda gestured to a couple of rickety chairs around an old wooden table, and Samson politely sat down. Grismelda did the same, while the rest of the crew began setting up their equipment.

"So, you have questions to ask me, eh?" said the old woman.

"Yes, if it's not too much trouble. I'd just like to know about the Cryzanthum ruins... and I have it on good authority that you're a very knowledgeable, erm, woman."

Grismelda smiled but did not say anything.

"May we proceed, then?" asked Samson.

"If my answer was no, deary, you wouldn't be sitting in my kitchen right now, would you?" she replied with a cackling laugh.

Samson forced a smile, and the theme music began.

"Hello there, friends and fans, and welcome to the second episode of Cracking Cryzanthum. I'm your host, Samson "Slick" Salsbury," he said, with a wink and a grin, though it was considerably less enthusiastic than normal, "and today, we'll be talking with Grismelda Gisuit, a proclaimed expert on most topics and a citizen who lives quite close to Loch Neeru." Grismelda nodded slowly. "So, er, Grismelda," said Samson, trying to keep up his smile, "What is it exactly that you... umm... do?"

Grismelda gave a toothless smile, and Samson was instantly reminded of Aquan. The two might've made a nice couple. "Well, deary, I'm the town's witch."

Sure he had misheard, Samson cleared his throat. "What was that?"

"I'm the town's witch, sonny."

"...I see. And, er, what does that entail?" Samson was now envisioning the accuracy of this interview's facts plummeting.

"When someone needs the magic of elders, they all come running to old witch Grismelda! Hee hee hee!" she cackled again. At Samson's silence, she continued. "I brew potions, heal injuries and spiritual wounds, perform a little magic when it's needed. Many people have need of very different things."

"Of course. Well, uh, can you tell me anything about the Kingdom of Cryzanthum?"

"Oh ho, the stories I could tell! Yes, yes. Cryzanthum was a great kingdom, centuries ago. Its golden era was its last, such a sad tale indeed! The kind and benevolent King Blimpara reigned, and such a wise man he was, just like his father, King Graham, had been! But..." she leaned in closer and looked around shiftily, "...evil things happened."

"What sort of evil things?" asked Samson, half excited to hear something other than the Magma/Aqua story, and half skeptical of anything the old loony woman said.

"King Blimpara had great power, and the Trinity was jealous." she traced a triangle in the air with a spindly finger as she said the word 'Trinity'. "Horrible, evil things! They put the world in turmoil, they did. All after the King's power. The King, though, was just as wise as they say. His five finest royal wizards used powerful magic as well, separately, and sought to drove off the Trinity. But at first it was all in vain."

"Wizards, you said? Using magic?" Samson was now trying to figure out what really happened; he guessed that 'magic' was pokemon and 'wizards' were trainers.

"Yes, make no doubt about it! It was only when the wizards combined forces were they able to finally capture the evil, which had already destroyed most of the kingdom. They met at the Chapel of the Rose, they did, and the good king split the Trinity and imprisoned them back where they came from. The world was saved... but at great cost."

"What cost was that?" said Samson, unable to hide the twinge of boredom and sarcasm seeping into his voice.

"The power to keep them down was so great, it drained the land of its energy... and the people, as well. It took all their might to rebuild the kingdom under such a depression. The king died early; they say he bared the greatest energy sacrifice of them all... and then the people, one by one, fled to happier places, leaving the kingdom to die."

Samson waited a few moments for the crazy story to sink in, and then asked "How have you come about this information?"

"Many sources, deary, all partially correct. Most from ancient books of lore, which don't realize that the tale is true, putting it between silly legends and lies."

Samson desperately wanted to end the interview, and when a question did not surface in his mind right away, he decided it best to shut the interview down. "Amazing." he concluded, with a cynical look on his forced smile. "That's all the questions I have for you, and I'd like to thank you for allowing me to ask them. You've been a... great help in our journey." He reached out and shook hands with Grismelda, now smiling brightly, on camera. "That's all for this installment; watch out for my next one!" And with a wink and a grin at the camera, and another fade of theme music, the episode was thankfully over.

"Well, we don't want to impose on you any longer than we have to." said Charlie, quickly.

"Yes, we're almost done packing already, we'll just make our way and go on out." agreed Krystal hurriedly.

Grismelda was not listening, though. She had drifted to Samson and was staring at him quite intensely, the wrinkles on her face increasing in depth. She held a finger in front of his eyes and traced it down to his belt, stopping over his pokeballs- the fifth, normal red and white one, in particular.

"There is something wrong here, deary." she said, her voice taking a serious tone that it had lacked before. "Something evil."

Samson glared at her. "It's my new pokemon." he replied, a dark look in his eyes.

She saw the look but did not back down. "I would hardly advise you to keep it." she said. "But I see you have little choice in the matter."

She bowed to him, and then hobbled to her cauldron, where she scooped out a large helping of the pinkish green bubbling goop and poured it into a beaker, shoving a cork in the top. She handed it to Samson, who took it after a moment of looking at it. "Drink this when you can." she said. "It'll help."

Without another word from the witch, the crew finished packing and left in a hurry.

"What was that all about?" asked Zak, on the street.

"I have no idea." said Samson. He pulled the beaker out of his bag. "I certainly don't want to carry this along with me everywhere I go... but I'm afraid I'll turn into a toad or something if I drink it."

"I'll carry it." offered Zak, who put it in his larger bag.

"What did she mean about your fifth pokemon?" asked Charlie. "Gonna tell us what it is sometime?"

"I'm not telling you what it is, Charlie," said Samson, "but it IS a dark type. I imagine Grismelda sensed the evil in it or something... weird old witch. What do you guys make of what she said on camera?"

"Loony." said Charlie and Krystal together.

"I think there might be some truth under the covers of it." said Zak. "If you take magic to mean pokemon, and wizards to be trainers, then you have a Trinity" Zak traced a triangle in the air as well "of powerful pokemon trainers who wanted the King's power."

"What was his power?" asked Krystal.

"I don't know. Maybe a weapon, or maybe they wanted to take over the kingdom themselves. Jealous, Grismelda said. Anyway, the king's five pokemon trainers all battled them too, she said, but failed, because they were separate. Then they were cornered... where did she say?"

"The Chapel of the Rose or something." volunteered Charlie.

"Yeah. So in a group, they must've been more powerful, and they put the trainers in separate jails from where they came from." After a short pause of thought, Zak again traced the triangle in the air.

"So why did that drain the kingdom of its energy or whatever?" asked Krystal.

Zak thought for a moment, then looked up, a knowing gleam in his eyes. "I have no idea." he said.

"Huh." Samson said. They had walked a bit out of town, so they could release their pokemon in peace, and Samson took the purple ball off of his belt, shouting "Go, Ray!" In another minute, they had climbed on the back of the creature, and after one minute more, they were sky high towards Cryzanthum.
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