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The true master
I got bored, but didn't feel like writing the journey, so I wrote this story that has been brewing in my head for a long time. It's kind of sad, but like all good dramas, it has it's moments of light-heartedness.
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Final Goodbyes
The morning rays shine down onto our cozy hovel, signaling the start of another day that the great Rayquaza gave us. The faint chirpings of the Starly are the wakeup call for my family and me. Today should be a good day, one of the few days where I don’t have to do my job.
Jumping from my bed, I quickly get ready for the day ahead of me. Making sure to clean behind my ears this time, I hate it when my wife snuggles up to me, complaining about the dirt on the side of my face. I think she secretly loves it though, because she just laughs back at me and snuggles closer.
I love my wife so very much. Ever since I met her years ago, in the rainbow fields of majestic flowers. Azaleas, lilies, petunias, tulips; each flower attacks the senses with their strong fragrance, and their colors shine brightly in the cloudless skies. This is where I first met her, picking flowers to collect fresh nectar. She created marvelous bouquets, and she still does to this day, crafting a myriad of accenting hues in arrangements that were synchronized to the very tip of the petals themselves. She is an artist, and the flowers are her palettes.
I was anxious when I first introduced myself, nearly hopping with excitement when I first laid my eyes on her. She had the most gorgeous green eyes that contrasted nicely with her curly brunette hair. She smile procured perfect teeth, white as snow and as radiant as the sun. She was ready to have her lunch, some sweet smelling honey, no doubted created by the Combee hives in the forest.
We sat down near a large Cedar tree in a field of magenta and scarlet lilies, where she began sucking the sticky substance on her tiny fingers. I felt like a fool as I tried to eat, I guess my nerves were too high strung or my mind was so blinded by her beauty, I stuck my whole arm into her honey, getting the gooey amber sap all over the place. She just smiled and giggled at my antics, enjoying my klutz-like ways as I turned a shade of crimson that could rival the flowers in the meadow. It was then when I knew I was in love.
We married a few months later near the same Cedar tree. My closest friends were there, as was her family. I remember that night vividly. The stars were bright in the sky, lighting us like the suns rays in the dead of night. The wind was cool and lightly blowing around us, whispering softly as we exchanged our gifts to each other. It was a simple ceremony, freshly picked flowers from the nearby meadows were arranged for the bouquets and the food was sweet honey and richly flavored berries. The night was perfect, and the heartless romantic in me wished it would never end, and that day could be prolonged just a bit longer so I can embrace my new mate as we hopped around, dancing until sunrise with our friends and kin.
It was the second happiest moment in my life.
The truly happiest moment in my life was when my first daughter was born. I remember the look on her face when she emerged into the outside world. She had her mother’s eyes, the vibrant emerald green that I see every night before bed, and her father’s coarse but long brown hair. Moment’s after she was born she was smiling back at us; her toothless mouth a joy to watch as she cooed in my arms. Her smile warms my heart every day, reminding me to thank the great Rayquaza for such a blessing.
Now five kids strong, this is the first time in a long time I would spend the day with my children. Working hard to keep us full and happy is rough. Every day at first light I need to go into the nearby forest and take care of my business, and every day as the sun sets in a show of pink and orange I return to my family. The children spend most of their time playing in the flowery meadows or the nearby streams, while my wife watches over them, ensuring their safety from anything that could be a threat to us.
After some quick grooming, I wake the children up, so excited about their play date with me they jump around me with delight, like the fabled fairies dancing around the toadstools, all smiling and full of boundless energy. We gathered some berries for lunch, and after giving my wife a loving kiss, we head out to the very meadow where I first met her, the perfect spot in my mind for any day that is scheduled for pleasure.
Our day began with simple races around the Cedar tree. While I run all the time to keep active, my children have definitely inherited great swiftness and agility, outracing me with great ease. My youngest in particular is exceptionally fast, and his jolly demeanor is possibly a testament to his great abilities.
After what I felt like was hours of running, we backtracked and rested near the base of the Cedar tree, the foliage above giving us spotted shade as the sun broke through the splintered shadows on the ground. I was panting, definitely exhausted by the vigorous but friendly marathon that we engaged in. We decided to sit down and eat the berries packed for lunch, resting up before we begin our games again.
I was about to bite into the sweet tasting morsel in front of me when I first heard it. It was close, loud, and menacing. The sound made my heart skip a beat and my body shudder with fear, and the children were covering their ears with their tiny hands, dropping the berries onto the ground and watching them roll away. Make no mistake; this was the howl of a Mightyena!
It is funny, because I knew these giant black canines were not indigenous to our community, but at the same time that was an irrelevant thought. My goal now was to protect my children, keep them safe, and get them home. The large predator was definitely close; the howl was no more than a hundred yards from the Cedar tree. I quickly gathered the children, still shaking from the frightening howl, and told them to run home as a group, and not to look back. They nodded, but had obvious looks of confusion in their eyes. I just wish I could tell them about the horrors these predators are, but that would be reserved for tonight, when we are nestled in our den as the cool summer breezes make us huddle close together.
Then my ears caught another sound, footsteps. No…wait…multiple footsteps. Where there more? We had to leave now!
I told the children to run, and off they went, sprinting like our playful games before, only this time it would become a matter of life or death. The aggressive predators beckoning us would be vicious if they caught us in their steely jaws. At the very least, I would not let them harm my children, even if it means I die in the process.
I turned tail to follow them, but then I felt it, the sharp pain of a bite on the side of my shoulder, the Mightyena’s jaws clamping down hard. I cried out in pain, but kept my gaze on my children. My eldest turned around, looking back at me with her green eyes, wide with fear but blazing with anger, her emotions struggling with what she was told to do. She started to turn back, coming towards my position as I struggled to remove myself from the behemoth of a beast connected to me. The Mightyena just clamped down more, it’s jaws biting into my skin and making my head go foggy, feeling fainter by the second. I can see my daughter coming closer, but her safety was more important!
I yelled! I didn’t care if the Mightyena heard me. I didn’t care if the Burmy’s in the forest of the Hoothoot’s in the trees were awakened by my sudden outburst. I only cared for her safety, the well-being of my first born, the parental instinct that swelled inside me, with a burning resolve to keep her safe! I told her to go, to protect her siblings, to protect her mother, to keep them safe. I told her not to worry, I told her that I will come home, and we will sit in the den, like we always do, like the family we are.
I think she took the hint, and despite the swelling tears that streaked down her soft cheeks, she turned and fled. My mind was becoming foggy, my thoughts were getting more faint, but in the distance I saw her escape, with the rest of my children, back to our small home and to my now worried wife, concerned about my safety but relieved that her offspring are intact and cared for.
Then the beast before me did something unexpected. The Mightyena relaxed his jaw, releasing his vice-like grip on me. The creature then just stood there, standing guard me, as if waiting for something to guide them. Above it’s head something flew past, like a shooting star in the sky, only it was round and colored in red and white. No bigger than a large berry, the round object hit my body, strewn along the flowered floor as I lay down, exhausted and feeling faint. After feeling it’s touch, I looked upwards in my stilted vision towards the canopy of the Cedar tree, the perfect spot to me, where all of my memories go back too. Then the darkness came, my body paralyzed, but relaxed, as if in a state of eternal sleep.
My only regret is that I shall never see them again, my family sitting in our den, snuggling softly with each other, exchanging berries or honey for supper and laughing about our exploits of the day. How much I miss them, how much I wish I could make a final goodbye, but knowing that they are safe, however, is all the comfort I shall ever need.
Enjoy guys.
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Final Goodbyes
The morning rays shine down onto our cozy hovel, signaling the start of another day that the great Rayquaza gave us. The faint chirpings of the Starly are the wakeup call for my family and me. Today should be a good day, one of the few days where I don’t have to do my job.
Jumping from my bed, I quickly get ready for the day ahead of me. Making sure to clean behind my ears this time, I hate it when my wife snuggles up to me, complaining about the dirt on the side of my face. I think she secretly loves it though, because she just laughs back at me and snuggles closer.
I love my wife so very much. Ever since I met her years ago, in the rainbow fields of majestic flowers. Azaleas, lilies, petunias, tulips; each flower attacks the senses with their strong fragrance, and their colors shine brightly in the cloudless skies. This is where I first met her, picking flowers to collect fresh nectar. She created marvelous bouquets, and she still does to this day, crafting a myriad of accenting hues in arrangements that were synchronized to the very tip of the petals themselves. She is an artist, and the flowers are her palettes.
I was anxious when I first introduced myself, nearly hopping with excitement when I first laid my eyes on her. She had the most gorgeous green eyes that contrasted nicely with her curly brunette hair. She smile procured perfect teeth, white as snow and as radiant as the sun. She was ready to have her lunch, some sweet smelling honey, no doubted created by the Combee hives in the forest.
We sat down near a large Cedar tree in a field of magenta and scarlet lilies, where she began sucking the sticky substance on her tiny fingers. I felt like a fool as I tried to eat, I guess my nerves were too high strung or my mind was so blinded by her beauty, I stuck my whole arm into her honey, getting the gooey amber sap all over the place. She just smiled and giggled at my antics, enjoying my klutz-like ways as I turned a shade of crimson that could rival the flowers in the meadow. It was then when I knew I was in love.
We married a few months later near the same Cedar tree. My closest friends were there, as was her family. I remember that night vividly. The stars were bright in the sky, lighting us like the suns rays in the dead of night. The wind was cool and lightly blowing around us, whispering softly as we exchanged our gifts to each other. It was a simple ceremony, freshly picked flowers from the nearby meadows were arranged for the bouquets and the food was sweet honey and richly flavored berries. The night was perfect, and the heartless romantic in me wished it would never end, and that day could be prolonged just a bit longer so I can embrace my new mate as we hopped around, dancing until sunrise with our friends and kin.
It was the second happiest moment in my life.
The truly happiest moment in my life was when my first daughter was born. I remember the look on her face when she emerged into the outside world. She had her mother’s eyes, the vibrant emerald green that I see every night before bed, and her father’s coarse but long brown hair. Moment’s after she was born she was smiling back at us; her toothless mouth a joy to watch as she cooed in my arms. Her smile warms my heart every day, reminding me to thank the great Rayquaza for such a blessing.
Now five kids strong, this is the first time in a long time I would spend the day with my children. Working hard to keep us full and happy is rough. Every day at first light I need to go into the nearby forest and take care of my business, and every day as the sun sets in a show of pink and orange I return to my family. The children spend most of their time playing in the flowery meadows or the nearby streams, while my wife watches over them, ensuring their safety from anything that could be a threat to us.
After some quick grooming, I wake the children up, so excited about their play date with me they jump around me with delight, like the fabled fairies dancing around the toadstools, all smiling and full of boundless energy. We gathered some berries for lunch, and after giving my wife a loving kiss, we head out to the very meadow where I first met her, the perfect spot in my mind for any day that is scheduled for pleasure.
Our day began with simple races around the Cedar tree. While I run all the time to keep active, my children have definitely inherited great swiftness and agility, outracing me with great ease. My youngest in particular is exceptionally fast, and his jolly demeanor is possibly a testament to his great abilities.
After what I felt like was hours of running, we backtracked and rested near the base of the Cedar tree, the foliage above giving us spotted shade as the sun broke through the splintered shadows on the ground. I was panting, definitely exhausted by the vigorous but friendly marathon that we engaged in. We decided to sit down and eat the berries packed for lunch, resting up before we begin our games again.
I was about to bite into the sweet tasting morsel in front of me when I first heard it. It was close, loud, and menacing. The sound made my heart skip a beat and my body shudder with fear, and the children were covering their ears with their tiny hands, dropping the berries onto the ground and watching them roll away. Make no mistake; this was the howl of a Mightyena!
It is funny, because I knew these giant black canines were not indigenous to our community, but at the same time that was an irrelevant thought. My goal now was to protect my children, keep them safe, and get them home. The large predator was definitely close; the howl was no more than a hundred yards from the Cedar tree. I quickly gathered the children, still shaking from the frightening howl, and told them to run home as a group, and not to look back. They nodded, but had obvious looks of confusion in their eyes. I just wish I could tell them about the horrors these predators are, but that would be reserved for tonight, when we are nestled in our den as the cool summer breezes make us huddle close together.
Then my ears caught another sound, footsteps. No…wait…multiple footsteps. Where there more? We had to leave now!
I told the children to run, and off they went, sprinting like our playful games before, only this time it would become a matter of life or death. The aggressive predators beckoning us would be vicious if they caught us in their steely jaws. At the very least, I would not let them harm my children, even if it means I die in the process.
I turned tail to follow them, but then I felt it, the sharp pain of a bite on the side of my shoulder, the Mightyena’s jaws clamping down hard. I cried out in pain, but kept my gaze on my children. My eldest turned around, looking back at me with her green eyes, wide with fear but blazing with anger, her emotions struggling with what she was told to do. She started to turn back, coming towards my position as I struggled to remove myself from the behemoth of a beast connected to me. The Mightyena just clamped down more, it’s jaws biting into my skin and making my head go foggy, feeling fainter by the second. I can see my daughter coming closer, but her safety was more important!
I yelled! I didn’t care if the Mightyena heard me. I didn’t care if the Burmy’s in the forest of the Hoothoot’s in the trees were awakened by my sudden outburst. I only cared for her safety, the well-being of my first born, the parental instinct that swelled inside me, with a burning resolve to keep her safe! I told her to go, to protect her siblings, to protect her mother, to keep them safe. I told her not to worry, I told her that I will come home, and we will sit in the den, like we always do, like the family we are.
I think she took the hint, and despite the swelling tears that streaked down her soft cheeks, she turned and fled. My mind was becoming foggy, my thoughts were getting more faint, but in the distance I saw her escape, with the rest of my children, back to our small home and to my now worried wife, concerned about my safety but relieved that her offspring are intact and cared for.
Then the beast before me did something unexpected. The Mightyena relaxed his jaw, releasing his vice-like grip on me. The creature then just stood there, standing guard me, as if waiting for something to guide them. Above it’s head something flew past, like a shooting star in the sky, only it was round and colored in red and white. No bigger than a large berry, the round object hit my body, strewn along the flowered floor as I lay down, exhausted and feeling faint. After feeling it’s touch, I looked upwards in my stilted vision towards the canopy of the Cedar tree, the perfect spot to me, where all of my memories go back too. Then the darkness came, my body paralyzed, but relaxed, as if in a state of eternal sleep.
My only regret is that I shall never see them again, my family sitting in our den, snuggling softly with each other, exchanging berries or honey for supper and laughing about our exploits of the day. How much I miss them, how much I wish I could make a final goodbye, but knowing that they are safe, however, is all the comfort I shall ever need.
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