Dragonfree
Just me
Contains a religious/spiritual theme.
I'd REALLY appreciate some constructive criticism on this, as I'm not as happy with parts of it as I could have been and am desperate to know how I can fix that.
Curse
“Dragonite, Curse!”
He has called this one command in almost every battle we have had since he taught me that move.
I would never disobey. He’s my trainer. We have been through so much together – ever since Dragon’s Den, where the Elders deemed him worthy of training me, we have been through everything. Victories and defeats. Sweet and sour. I could never complain. Besides, other Pokémon use it, don’t they?
Must be something you get used to after a while.
I close my eyes and whisper the words that I don’t know the meaning of. I feel like I know it, but it seems to slip out of my mind just before I can grasp it.
As the tan-colored dragon’s lips stop moving, he seems to stiffen and is suddenly out of breath. He looks exhausted and weak; his head hangs low and his eyes look pained.
“Tyranitar, Rock Slide!”
The other Pokémon in the arena, a huge green dinosaur, roars and raises one of his arms as chunks of the floor start to shake and be ripped out of it to levitate in the air. They hang there trembling for a second but are then flung at the dragon. He doesn’t even seem to notice; he stands like a statue, almost immune to the weight and speed of the rocks.
“Curse again!”
The Dragonite starts to recite the same it did before, but with more difficulty. While the Dragonite is struggling through the words, the other trainer sees an opportunity:
“Focus Punch!”
The Tyranitar’s fist glows as he leaps towards the Dragonite. The dragon raises a trembling arm and manages to punch the reptile away with a weak-looking push that nonetheless results in the rock-skinned monster flying across the arena like a ragdoll.
The dragon finishes the words and seems to be weakened again. His head hangs limply, his eyes fight to say open, and his legs tremble.
“One more time, Curse!”
As I start saying the words again, the meaning first now comes to me and I realize what I am saying… what I have done…
But it’s too late now, isn’t it?
The Dragonite starts to move his lips faintly one more time while the Tyranitar struggles to stand up.
Dark One, curse me
Take my life
Bit by bit
Take my soul
Take my offer now
The Tyranitar gets up and shakes himself with another ear-splitting roar.
Give me power
Give me strength
I’ll give you my soul
The Dragonite’s eyes close and he falls down on four legs, having to support his weight with his arms.
Give me glory
Give me fame
I will give you me
The dragon screams, jerking himself up and spreading out his wings for a second. He doesn’t look exhausted anymore; with empty eyes he stares at his opponent.
The dragon’s trainer smiles. “That’s it, Dragonite! Extremespeed!”
The Dragonite darts towards the Tyranitar with an almost robotic expression, preparing to tackle him.
The battle is already won.
They will be masters.
Just like promised.
I'd REALLY appreciate some constructive criticism on this, as I'm not as happy with parts of it as I could have been and am desperate to know how I can fix that.
Curse
“Dragonite, Curse!”
He has called this one command in almost every battle we have had since he taught me that move.
I would never disobey. He’s my trainer. We have been through so much together – ever since Dragon’s Den, where the Elders deemed him worthy of training me, we have been through everything. Victories and defeats. Sweet and sour. I could never complain. Besides, other Pokémon use it, don’t they?
Must be something you get used to after a while.
I close my eyes and whisper the words that I don’t know the meaning of. I feel like I know it, but it seems to slip out of my mind just before I can grasp it.
As the tan-colored dragon’s lips stop moving, he seems to stiffen and is suddenly out of breath. He looks exhausted and weak; his head hangs low and his eyes look pained.
“Tyranitar, Rock Slide!”
The other Pokémon in the arena, a huge green dinosaur, roars and raises one of his arms as chunks of the floor start to shake and be ripped out of it to levitate in the air. They hang there trembling for a second but are then flung at the dragon. He doesn’t even seem to notice; he stands like a statue, almost immune to the weight and speed of the rocks.
“Curse again!”
The Dragonite starts to recite the same it did before, but with more difficulty. While the Dragonite is struggling through the words, the other trainer sees an opportunity:
“Focus Punch!”
The Tyranitar’s fist glows as he leaps towards the Dragonite. The dragon raises a trembling arm and manages to punch the reptile away with a weak-looking push that nonetheless results in the rock-skinned monster flying across the arena like a ragdoll.
The dragon finishes the words and seems to be weakened again. His head hangs limply, his eyes fight to say open, and his legs tremble.
“One more time, Curse!”
As I start saying the words again, the meaning first now comes to me and I realize what I am saying… what I have done…
But it’s too late now, isn’t it?
The Dragonite starts to move his lips faintly one more time while the Tyranitar struggles to stand up.
Dark One, curse me
Take my life
Bit by bit
Take my soul
Take my offer now
The Tyranitar gets up and shakes himself with another ear-splitting roar.
Give me power
Give me strength
I’ll give you my soul
The Dragonite’s eyes close and he falls down on four legs, having to support his weight with his arms.
Give me glory
Give me fame
I will give you me
The dragon screams, jerking himself up and spreading out his wings for a second. He doesn’t look exhausted anymore; with empty eyes he stares at his opponent.
The dragon’s trainer smiles. “That’s it, Dragonite! Extremespeed!”
The Dragonite darts towards the Tyranitar with an almost robotic expression, preparing to tackle him.
The battle is already won.
They will be masters.
Just like promised.
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