ShinyUmbreonX3
Moon don't tell me lies, don't let me roam forever
Pokémon - Legends of Hoenn
The day was peaceful, the sky was clear and then sun shone brightly. It was calm, compared to earlier that day, when the quake rumbled through the area. The Pokémon were huddled, unsure whether another quake would come soon. The quakes had been happening for almost a week now, and natural habitats were being altered, though major damage was minimal.
The sea and river areas were being slowly flooded by rain, as well, around routes 105 to 109, 119 to 121, 124 to 134, Mt. Pyre, Slateport City, Foretree City, Dewford Town, Slateport City, Mossdeep City and Lilycove City. Everywhere else exprienced quakes and bright sunlight. There was speculation among humans that Groudon and Kyogre had risen again, and that Rayquaza was gone. There was much worry for the fate of Hoenn.
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Deep in a forest off route 111, Darius was lounging, lying with his back to a tree and picking his teeth with a stick. The Petrolfhar was tired, and he didn't want to have to move anytime soon. He soon dozed off where he was, and as he dozed, he heard a voice. It was quiet, nearly inaudible at first, but then it repeated itself with assertiveness and power.
"Darius, you and the other Pokémon are the only hope for your region now. Gather those you can, make allies, only you all can stop the land and sea. I will try to assist you, as I have not done in a very long time, though. Expect to hear me again...." The voice finished, trailing off. Darius snapped awake then. How did a disembodied voice know his name? Or for that matter, that he and the other Pokémon were the only hope? What was going on?
He decided he'd get up then, hefting his chubby form from his seated position and wandering for a while. He was confused, and it made him feel a bit better for once to be moving while he tried to figure things out. He wandered south through the forest, pondering.
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Zaimes paced the field, the voice still echoing in his head. It made sense, but how, he was unsure. The Pokémon, like him, were all that stood between survival and possible distruction. It didn't seem right though, Groudon and Kyogre couldn't just wake up again, could they? Was someone or something involved?
The aged Absol quickly decided it was best to think about it later and act now. He set himself on a quick pace down route 119 through the pouring rain and sought out other Pokémon that might have heard the voice. They would help. He was sure of it.
The day was peaceful, the sky was clear and then sun shone brightly. It was calm, compared to earlier that day, when the quake rumbled through the area. The Pokémon were huddled, unsure whether another quake would come soon. The quakes had been happening for almost a week now, and natural habitats were being altered, though major damage was minimal.
The sea and river areas were being slowly flooded by rain, as well, around routes 105 to 109, 119 to 121, 124 to 134, Mt. Pyre, Slateport City, Foretree City, Dewford Town, Slateport City, Mossdeep City and Lilycove City. Everywhere else exprienced quakes and bright sunlight. There was speculation among humans that Groudon and Kyogre had risen again, and that Rayquaza was gone. There was much worry for the fate of Hoenn.
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Deep in a forest off route 111, Darius was lounging, lying with his back to a tree and picking his teeth with a stick. The Petrolfhar was tired, and he didn't want to have to move anytime soon. He soon dozed off where he was, and as he dozed, he heard a voice. It was quiet, nearly inaudible at first, but then it repeated itself with assertiveness and power.
"Darius, you and the other Pokémon are the only hope for your region now. Gather those you can, make allies, only you all can stop the land and sea. I will try to assist you, as I have not done in a very long time, though. Expect to hear me again...." The voice finished, trailing off. Darius snapped awake then. How did a disembodied voice know his name? Or for that matter, that he and the other Pokémon were the only hope? What was going on?
He decided he'd get up then, hefting his chubby form from his seated position and wandering for a while. He was confused, and it made him feel a bit better for once to be moving while he tried to figure things out. He wandered south through the forest, pondering.
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Zaimes paced the field, the voice still echoing in his head. It made sense, but how, he was unsure. The Pokémon, like him, were all that stood between survival and possible distruction. It didn't seem right though, Groudon and Kyogre couldn't just wake up again, could they? Was someone or something involved?
The aged Absol quickly decided it was best to think about it later and act now. He set himself on a quick pace down route 119 through the pouring rain and sought out other Pokémon that might have heard the voice. They would help. He was sure of it.