Post by Kçxℵ on Jul 31, 2009 20:59:55 GMT -6
"Let Nothing Stand In Your Way."
"Regardless Of Who You Are."
If Today Was Your Last Day......
[/color]He didn't know where he was. All that he knew was that a Pokemon, of whom he didn't recognize, waking him up. He was terrified, thinking that he was being ambushed by some talking Pokemon. Either that, or he was just dreaming. But it couldn't of been. It was all too real to him. And the Pokemon, it was very friendly. Though when the Pokemon told him about it self, he was surprised to find out about a whole world of Pokemon. How was this true? And was he really a Pokemon? He remembered nothing except for a voice and waking up. Was he just a plain Pokemon. They sat down, of course, only for the other Pokemon to take his truth-telling as some observe comment. How could he not believe that he could've really been a human?! Of course, Kc had no where to stay, and soon found him self helping his new-found friend by going to some place called the Wigglytuff Guild.
What Would Happen To Him Now?
And Tomorrow Was Too Late......
He didn't know how he ended up in this mess. It started out with a mission to get the gears back and protect them, and it turns into an enemy becoming a friend, and a well-known Pokemon becoming some evil one who was ruled by another Pokemon that was as old as any Pokemon he'd ever known. They were running now, knowing not where they could go or who they could trust. Nothing seemed right to him anymore. He was human, with a Grovyle as past-partner, and a new friend leading the way to a place he might've just called home before all of this. How would this work out for him exactly? He was scared half to death, and trouble would soon fall upon him around the next bend. How well would this work out in the future for them, anyhow?
If They Had One, That Is.
"Could You Forgive Your Enemy?"
"And Would You Find The
One Your Dreamin' Of?"[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
Could You Say Good-Bye To Yesterday?
[/color][/size][/font]A voice rose amoungst the rocky surface of the cliffs, a human boy calling to his Grass-Type Partner. They both looked frightened, but both were ready as they jogged on the path, Poseidon's waves crashing upward, wanting to grab them with each leap they took. They could waist no time, the storm brewing all around them as they ran, clutching onto limbs and small ledges growing out of the stone if they slipped. They had to stop the evil Pokemon before it was too late. Though, to anyone else, this would seem like trying to escape from a nightmare that never ended. It didn't seem that it would, either. The boy gave a yell, not ready for the wet spot that he came across. His partner made a dive, trying to save his human. He told him to hang on, though the boy didn't have a good enough grasp, a large Tsunami-like wave engulfing him completely as he fell into a black sea, leaving his dear friend behind in fright.
One Of The Wordl's Only Hope Was Gone.
"You Know It's Never Too Late
To Shoot For The Stars."
