Post by pinkstorm on Jun 14, 2008 7:09:21 GMT -5
Ok everyone, here is the actual story of Aruumia im working on:
Giratina roared in fury, even though he didn’t hate Darkrai’s guts he wanted them slit out and splattered all over the floor, he was in a rage, now he had gone too far. “Darkrai! Why have you forsaken the prophecy! Your’e going to endanger the whole of Aruumia!”
“Its for a greater cause! The shadowfire can bring prosperity and peace!”
“Not with you, listen to what your saying!”
“In my hands, it shall be tamed!”
Pandora’s box slowly opened and out shot black fire, “NO!” It hit Giratina with a blasting force, causing his left lung to explode, “GHAAAA!” He screamed with intense pain as blood poured out of his mouth. He collapsed and the black fire entered his system, destroying organs, poisoning the bloodstream. He was dead, but the shadowfire reached his brain before he took his last breath. The brain controls everything, every cell. Its wings made a horrendous tearing noise and split in three. His legs rotted into tiny stumps and his head smaked over his mouth. Darkrai was shocked, the clarity of what this could do, he could see it now, and his old friend was gone…
Giratina’s eyes glowed with a fury no dragon was meant to have. The power of shadowfire, Pandora’s box, the darkness, Titans of Lunar Darkness… “Darkrai, join with me.” His dark voice shuddered through him.
“No! I belong with the gods! Not you!”
“Then I will make you…”
And lanched his fangs into Darkrai’s neck, “Ahhh! Okay, okay!” He loosened his grip. “You have made the right choice.”
Bheeracheeon, a young Arceus looked over the horizon of Aruumia, he was next in line the throne of the Gods. He was worried, “Where is Malafor? He shouldn’t have gone, he should be back!” His father, Merymire, stood next to him, “what is that, Moonracer?” Moonracer, a Darkrai the same age as Bheeracheeon, collapsed infront of Merymire, exausted from the loss of blood. “Malafor…is…is”
“What, child!” Merymire sounded nervous and intruiged,
“Dead!”
Bheeracheeon burst into tears. He couldn’t believe his lifelong friend was dead; it was too traumatic, too full of sorrow, “How” he managed to stifle out,
“From, shadowfire”
His father roared, “How dare he! That is sacred to our kindgom!”
“He was trying to protect me, he was killed in the process, now, he is the leader of…them…”
"Who's them?" Bheeracheeon sniffled
"The Titans.."
"Titans?"
Moonracer collapsed, which left a scowl imprinted on Merymire's face, "Father. What are Titans?" Bheeracheeon asked
"They are the Titans of Lunar Darkness, the legends of the shadowlands"
Bheeracheeon was intruiged, but his father was not, he felt revenge boil in his throat.
“He will pay for what he did.”
“Father, he did a good deed!”
And that is what led Merymire to his death. Bheeracheeon had to lead them, now 600 years have past, Bheeracheeon is older now, and Aruumia is now a dark realm where it is dangerous to go outside at night…
Giratina roared in fury, even though he didn’t hate Darkrai’s guts he wanted them slit out and splattered all over the floor, he was in a rage, now he had gone too far. “Darkrai! Why have you forsaken the prophecy! Your’e going to endanger the whole of Aruumia!”
“Its for a greater cause! The shadowfire can bring prosperity and peace!”
“Not with you, listen to what your saying!”
“In my hands, it shall be tamed!”
Pandora’s box slowly opened and out shot black fire, “NO!” It hit Giratina with a blasting force, causing his left lung to explode, “GHAAAA!” He screamed with intense pain as blood poured out of his mouth. He collapsed and the black fire entered his system, destroying organs, poisoning the bloodstream. He was dead, but the shadowfire reached his brain before he took his last breath. The brain controls everything, every cell. Its wings made a horrendous tearing noise and split in three. His legs rotted into tiny stumps and his head smaked over his mouth. Darkrai was shocked, the clarity of what this could do, he could see it now, and his old friend was gone…
Giratina’s eyes glowed with a fury no dragon was meant to have. The power of shadowfire, Pandora’s box, the darkness, Titans of Lunar Darkness… “Darkrai, join with me.” His dark voice shuddered through him.
“No! I belong with the gods! Not you!”
“Then I will make you…”
And lanched his fangs into Darkrai’s neck, “Ahhh! Okay, okay!” He loosened his grip. “You have made the right choice.”
Bheeracheeon, a young Arceus looked over the horizon of Aruumia, he was next in line the throne of the Gods. He was worried, “Where is Malafor? He shouldn’t have gone, he should be back!” His father, Merymire, stood next to him, “what is that, Moonracer?” Moonracer, a Darkrai the same age as Bheeracheeon, collapsed infront of Merymire, exausted from the loss of blood. “Malafor…is…is”
“What, child!” Merymire sounded nervous and intruiged,
“Dead!”
Bheeracheeon burst into tears. He couldn’t believe his lifelong friend was dead; it was too traumatic, too full of sorrow, “How” he managed to stifle out,
“From, shadowfire”
His father roared, “How dare he! That is sacred to our kindgom!”
“He was trying to protect me, he was killed in the process, now, he is the leader of…them…”
"Who's them?" Bheeracheeon sniffled
"The Titans.."
"Titans?"
Moonracer collapsed, which left a scowl imprinted on Merymire's face, "Father. What are Titans?" Bheeracheeon asked
"They are the Titans of Lunar Darkness, the legends of the shadowlands"
Bheeracheeon was intruiged, but his father was not, he felt revenge boil in his throat.
“He will pay for what he did.”
“Father, he did a good deed!”
And that is what led Merymire to his death. Bheeracheeon had to lead them, now 600 years have past, Bheeracheeon is older now, and Aruumia is now a dark realm where it is dangerous to go outside at night…
