Stormecho
Maelstroms amidst steel
- Pronoun
- she
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In Mt. Silver, there are places that echo weirdly, if one goes deep enough. The tunnels do not swallow the sound, and the walls are too straight, the rocks not rugged enough. As habitat goes, those tunnels are poor choices, because there are few places to hide when hunting and the walls hum unnervingly.
The mountain has many secrets now that trainers no longer probe its depths, and it keeps them with a patience that none can outlast. However, these are the oldest living secrets of the mountain...
And they will not be secrets for much longer.
One can hear footsteps now, echoing down these forgotten tunnels, eyes peering at the lichen-covered walls. Even deeper, there lies a door, barely recognizable as such as the glyphs marked the opening have long been encrusted and covered. Still, the humming is louder here, the walls of the tunnel smoother than ever, and the sheen of metal can be seen.
And beyond it?
Fates once stalled for almost a century have started to move again, preparing to forge new paths into a future bright with the fires of destruction.
Inside the chamber, there were far less signs of age to show that the world had forgotten them. The blank walls of their prison or tomb had not changed, except that the light emanating from several of the crystals located on the ceiling had faded, growing erratic. However, the low droning noise emitting from them had never even faltered - a soothing sound at first, but eventually it grated on the bones, almost nerve-wracking in its intensity.
For the first time, the constant barrage of Hypnosis faltered, the crystals' light more desperate than before, flickering in and out. There was one desperate burst, the humming even louder than before - and then they shattered, shards raining down on the unconscious Pokemon below. It wasn't the impact that awakened a Skarmory, tucked into a corner with her head beneath one metallic wing. No, it was the noise, the hollow sound as the shards fell on her and bounced off.
The first thing she was conscious of was thirst, a dryness in the air that afflicted even her. Beyond that, she felt... stiff, muscles long unused protesting as she tried to lift her head. After that, there was confusion - who was she? She remembered a hand, cold eyes and sad ones, the futility of trying to breach a gap that could never be crossed. In the depths of the abyss... she existed.
Nephtys.
Her name, and then after that things became easier, the memory of battles, being valued, the honour of being chosen to stay here. She was one of the choices for the champion, groomed for it since birth, and that was why she was here. Everything clicked into place. She was here because this was her purpose, and all she had to do was wait. An easy task.
And yet, something was wrong... Where was the Champion? Surely the tournament had ended by now? Ignoring the other Pokemon - she had been asleep when half of them had arrived, and unless they were to fight her she would take no notice of them - she fixed her gaze on the door, spreading her wings slowly. There was no pain, just discomfort, and that was pushed aside easily enough. As for doubt? There was none.
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In Mt. Silver, there are places that echo weirdly, if one goes deep enough. The tunnels do not swallow the sound, and the walls are too straight, the rocks not rugged enough. As habitat goes, those tunnels are poor choices, because there are few places to hide when hunting and the walls hum unnervingly.
The mountain has many secrets now that trainers no longer probe its depths, and it keeps them with a patience that none can outlast. However, these are the oldest living secrets of the mountain...
And they will not be secrets for much longer.
One can hear footsteps now, echoing down these forgotten tunnels, eyes peering at the lichen-covered walls. Even deeper, there lies a door, barely recognizable as such as the glyphs marked the opening have long been encrusted and covered. Still, the humming is louder here, the walls of the tunnel smoother than ever, and the sheen of metal can be seen.
And beyond it?
Fates once stalled for almost a century have started to move again, preparing to forge new paths into a future bright with the fires of destruction.
--
Inside the chamber, there were far less signs of age to show that the world had forgotten them. The blank walls of their prison or tomb had not changed, except that the light emanating from several of the crystals located on the ceiling had faded, growing erratic. However, the low droning noise emitting from them had never even faltered - a soothing sound at first, but eventually it grated on the bones, almost nerve-wracking in its intensity.
For the first time, the constant barrage of Hypnosis faltered, the crystals' light more desperate than before, flickering in and out. There was one desperate burst, the humming even louder than before - and then they shattered, shards raining down on the unconscious Pokemon below. It wasn't the impact that awakened a Skarmory, tucked into a corner with her head beneath one metallic wing. No, it was the noise, the hollow sound as the shards fell on her and bounced off.
The first thing she was conscious of was thirst, a dryness in the air that afflicted even her. Beyond that, she felt... stiff, muscles long unused protesting as she tried to lift her head. After that, there was confusion - who was she? She remembered a hand, cold eyes and sad ones, the futility of trying to breach a gap that could never be crossed. In the depths of the abyss... she existed.
Nephtys.
Her name, and then after that things became easier, the memory of battles, being valued, the honour of being chosen to stay here. She was one of the choices for the champion, groomed for it since birth, and that was why she was here. Everything clicked into place. She was here because this was her purpose, and all she had to do was wait. An easy task.
And yet, something was wrong... Where was the Champion? Surely the tournament had ended by now? Ignoring the other Pokemon - she had been asleep when half of them had arrived, and unless they were to fight her she would take no notice of them - she fixed her gaze on the door, spreading her wings slowly. There was no pain, just discomfort, and that was pushed aside easily enough. As for doubt? There was none.
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