Post by pinkstorm on Jun 16, 2008 10:00:17 GMT -5
Cloudtop crevasse's quiet, mountain ravines trickled down the mountaintop, all was calm. Except for Bheeracheeon. A 604 year old Arceus who was sitting calmly. Staring at the smoky seas infront of him. He sighed, remembering his childhood memories which were held vaguely in his mind. "All is lost," he said to himself, "You are alone, nothing can bring back Malafor now. He's dead, and you can't change that." All at once the air was filled with silence once again, the quietness seemed to wash away all of his doubts. Rougeia, a young Latias, who was head of his army, flew gently next to him, trying not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.
"What is wrong? Is something troubling you?" She quietly whispered, taking in the sights and smells of peace.
"No young one, its just the memories."
"Memories. What memories do you speak of?"
"I don't mean to intrude but."
"But what?"
"I heard you talking about someone named Malafor."
"Ah, you heard me."
"Who is he?"
He sat down on his hind legs, like a Growlithe would,
"He is menacing, his blood boils like a Volcano, his poisonous powers stole the happiness from my life. When he died."
"From what?"
"Pandora's Box, a sacred item that is tied to every soul in Aruumia, even the ones with goodness in their hearts."
“Goodness,” she sighed, “it must have caused a lot of pain for you.”
“Yes, now, I feel torn.”
Rougeia's eyes started to water as the pain from Bheearcheeon's story leeched into her head, but she managed to hold back the urge to whimper and cry.
All was mist. Mist and black waters. Raygn Hart looked up, unfamiliar of where he was. He had escaped the black factory, and the house where they had kept him. People had said that no one could escape, because you would have to cross the black ocean and those who did was swallowed by the Oblivion. Now, this was the black ocean, wasn't it?
He looked down and saw that he floated on something flat. A broken door maybe. There was no wind, only fog and the still ocean. He looked down into the water, but couldn't even see his own reflection. Or was it that he was so dark, too. A void in reality. As when he had once opened the Dark Hole that led into the other dimension, to the beyond.
Bheeracheeon saw a new legend upon the shore form the Cloudtop Crevass, he roared "Your in Aruumia! No humans live here! Tell me your name!"
Huh . . .? He looked up again and what was that? And end to the vast ocean? And a being stood there, shining with a mysterious force in Raygn Harty's eyes, calling out to him. And Raygn Harty answered, maybe a little low, but he thought that his voice must be carried through this mist to whoever was on the other side.
"My name is . . . Raygn Harty." The name he had been given once, he thought, but didn't remember by whom. Few had uttered his name. Someone had once called him Darkurai. "Raygn Harty. It means . . . Lost Legend." Yes, it did, and maybe that was what he was, a lost legend.
He lept down to reveal his Arceus form, "I am Bheeracheeon, leader of the Gods of Solar Dawn, what brings you here?"
"I . . . " He looked up from the thing he sat on, while slowly floating closer. "I have come across the black ocean. Where am I?" He hadn't really answered Bheeracheeom's question, but he actually had no idea why he had come here. Where else would he go? He couldn't go back. He did not want to go back. All paths ended over there, or began . . .
"Ah, do not fuss, young Darkrai, you are in Aruumia, nothing can hurt you here,no humans live here" Bheeracheeon looked onwards to where Raygn Harty came from "I have sensed your great journey."
The ones who had held him captured were humans, so it must mean he was safe here. Still, it was an uknown land to him. Or at least he thought so; he couldn't remember much of his past.
At last he came to the shore. He stood up and looked toward Bheeracheeon. "Have you been waiting for me here?" he said calmly. "Why?"
"As an Arceus I see many things, but I couldn't predict your arrival. No, I wasn't waiting for you. I was watching the shadowlands. That is a bad place, where the Legends were turned in by greed and turmoil."
Raygn Harty was not sure what the Shadowlands were, but maybe that was the place he had arrived from. They had tried to use him there, and it was possible that other Legends were captured as well. Wasn't it for his strong power, Raygn Harty would never have been able to escape.
"Who are they? In the Shadowlands?"
"No, you came from across the waters, the shadowlands are the other half of this island. The order that lives there are the Titans of Lunar Darkness, anyway. I see promise in you, would you like to join the Gods of Solar Dawn, my offer is for your own protection, no loner is safe here, Giratina is stalking the island and would killl you if he got the chance."
Giratina . . . He had no idea of where to go and should he trust this Legend when everyone else had decieved him. The last thing he wished was to be used again. "Since I have nowhere else to go I can go with you," he said, hoping he had made the right decision. "Who is Giratina anyway?"
"Giratina, was a good friend of mine. But now, he is a demonic force that strikes fear into everyone, even me. His blood boils like a volcanic demon. His eyes glow with a demonic rage. His hatred is like a pouncing entei." Bheeracheeon looked over the mountain, "Come, our kind will protect you now, you have my word."
He followed the Arceus, hoping that he would find a safer place and also find answers to what he really was and what purpose he had. There were so many questions he had, but he decided to ask them when they got out of this place. So many questions he wished to be answered.
"What is wrong? Is something troubling you?" She quietly whispered, taking in the sights and smells of peace.
"No young one, its just the memories."
"Memories. What memories do you speak of?"
"I don't mean to intrude but."
"But what?"
"I heard you talking about someone named Malafor."
"Ah, you heard me."
"Who is he?"
He sat down on his hind legs, like a Growlithe would,
"He is menacing, his blood boils like a Volcano, his poisonous powers stole the happiness from my life. When he died."
"From what?"
"Pandora's Box, a sacred item that is tied to every soul in Aruumia, even the ones with goodness in their hearts."
“Goodness,” she sighed, “it must have caused a lot of pain for you.”
“Yes, now, I feel torn.”
Rougeia's eyes started to water as the pain from Bheearcheeon's story leeched into her head, but she managed to hold back the urge to whimper and cry.
All was mist. Mist and black waters. Raygn Hart looked up, unfamiliar of where he was. He had escaped the black factory, and the house where they had kept him. People had said that no one could escape, because you would have to cross the black ocean and those who did was swallowed by the Oblivion. Now, this was the black ocean, wasn't it?
He looked down and saw that he floated on something flat. A broken door maybe. There was no wind, only fog and the still ocean. He looked down into the water, but couldn't even see his own reflection. Or was it that he was so dark, too. A void in reality. As when he had once opened the Dark Hole that led into the other dimension, to the beyond.
Bheeracheeon saw a new legend upon the shore form the Cloudtop Crevass, he roared "Your in Aruumia! No humans live here! Tell me your name!"
Huh . . .? He looked up again and what was that? And end to the vast ocean? And a being stood there, shining with a mysterious force in Raygn Harty's eyes, calling out to him. And Raygn Harty answered, maybe a little low, but he thought that his voice must be carried through this mist to whoever was on the other side.
"My name is . . . Raygn Harty." The name he had been given once, he thought, but didn't remember by whom. Few had uttered his name. Someone had once called him Darkurai. "Raygn Harty. It means . . . Lost Legend." Yes, it did, and maybe that was what he was, a lost legend.
He lept down to reveal his Arceus form, "I am Bheeracheeon, leader of the Gods of Solar Dawn, what brings you here?"
"I . . . " He looked up from the thing he sat on, while slowly floating closer. "I have come across the black ocean. Where am I?" He hadn't really answered Bheeracheeom's question, but he actually had no idea why he had come here. Where else would he go? He couldn't go back. He did not want to go back. All paths ended over there, or began . . .
"Ah, do not fuss, young Darkrai, you are in Aruumia, nothing can hurt you here,no humans live here" Bheeracheeon looked onwards to where Raygn Harty came from "I have sensed your great journey."
The ones who had held him captured were humans, so it must mean he was safe here. Still, it was an uknown land to him. Or at least he thought so; he couldn't remember much of his past.
At last he came to the shore. He stood up and looked toward Bheeracheeon. "Have you been waiting for me here?" he said calmly. "Why?"
"As an Arceus I see many things, but I couldn't predict your arrival. No, I wasn't waiting for you. I was watching the shadowlands. That is a bad place, where the Legends were turned in by greed and turmoil."
Raygn Harty was not sure what the Shadowlands were, but maybe that was the place he had arrived from. They had tried to use him there, and it was possible that other Legends were captured as well. Wasn't it for his strong power, Raygn Harty would never have been able to escape.
"Who are they? In the Shadowlands?"
"No, you came from across the waters, the shadowlands are the other half of this island. The order that lives there are the Titans of Lunar Darkness, anyway. I see promise in you, would you like to join the Gods of Solar Dawn, my offer is for your own protection, no loner is safe here, Giratina is stalking the island and would killl you if he got the chance."
Giratina . . . He had no idea of where to go and should he trust this Legend when everyone else had decieved him. The last thing he wished was to be used again. "Since I have nowhere else to go I can go with you," he said, hoping he had made the right decision. "Who is Giratina anyway?"
"Giratina, was a good friend of mine. But now, he is a demonic force that strikes fear into everyone, even me. His blood boils like a volcanic demon. His eyes glow with a demonic rage. His hatred is like a pouncing entei." Bheeracheeon looked over the mountain, "Come, our kind will protect you now, you have my word."
He followed the Arceus, hoping that he would find a safer place and also find answers to what he really was and what purpose he had. There were so many questions he had, but he decided to ask them when they got out of this place. So many questions he wished to be answered.
