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The Legend of Cipher
Chapter 1: Cipher Never Dies
Frantically the rangers ran. The Pokemon rangers scattered as the forest continued to burn. They would pick up a Pokemon to protect from the flames as the ran, but alas they couldn’t carry many.
A ranger fell to the ground, the Natu he was carrying letting out a cry as it fell to the ground. As he reached out to grab it, another Pokeball with a black lid snatched it. He looked up into the black sun glasses of a Cipher peon.
“What, are you doing?” the ranger asked as the flames continued to rage, “Who are you, why are you doing this?”
“I? I am a member of the noble organization of Cipher.” The peon said with a bored tone as he twirled the Poke ball lazily on his gloved finger.
“Cipher,” the Pokemon ranger mouthed, “Cipher is dead! They were destroyed twenty years ago!”
“Yes that is what people have come to believe. But the sad truth, for you, is that Cipher never dies.”
“What do you want? Why are you burning this forest?” he repeated choking as the smoke got into his lungs.
“What do you think we want? We need shadow Pokemon, and what better place to get them than a reserve?!” the Peon explained, “We set the fires to scare them out of the forest, we will round them up, and we will use them for our own uses.”
“Pokemon aren’t weapons…” the Ranger choked out.
“But under certain circumstances they are…”the Peon started.
“Yo! Frezar!” a loud voice called, “C’mon, the fire’s really gettin’ out o’ hand, plus the boss ain’t gonna be happy if we come back with barbecued Pokemon!”
“I’m coming Dred,” the Peon called back, “Well I guess this is goodbye, fair well. Please, tell me what death is like.”
As the peon left he dropped a pellet of arsenic into the mans open mouth.
The peon disappeared into the fiery forest faster than a speeding Rapidash. He soon disappeared into the storm of ash and sparks, leaving no trace besides hundreds of burnt twigs and cinders in his wake…
With a shuddering choke the ranger crawled along the ground. Flames springing up before his eyes his lungs cried out for fresh air.
His hand shaking he reached down towards his belt and his hands closed around a Pokeball. He pulled it up to his chest grateful it hadn’t been stolen, or worse, destroyed.
“Go (cough) Pi-(cough)-Pi(cough)-Pidgeot!” he gasped between retching coughs.
The Pokeball opened and a red light shot out releasing a Pidgeot.
“Pi, pi?” the Pidgeot asked as it swooped down to his trainer.
“Pidgeot. Cipher. They’re back. You (cough) must go find the one who is the son (cough) of the one who snagged the shadow Pokemon back last time. I don’t know what they want this time, but I know they’re making shadow Pokemon again. They burnt down this forest to get all the Pokemon,” he spluttered as he inhaled more smoke.
He could feel his head beginning to spin and his eyes began to tear up and become blurry. His heart began to slow and his breathing rate became more labored by the minute.
“You must go, now, before they find…him. Go…” the Ranger whispered, “Goodbye my friend, always remember who it was who did this, and never stop…never stop…never stop fighting.”
The Pidgeot took off into the fiery sky and soared towards the moon. Pidgeot knew the full extent of what his master meant, and knew it was goodbye. He did a loop letting out an angry but mournful cry to the night, and disappeared into the smoke.
Gently, the Ranger leaned back, his mind was in a whirl of color, and his body was totally relaxed. He felt his heart go slower and slower until it was a gentle blip. His mind began to shut off and he watched as the world melted into a sea of color.
“Goodbye…” he uttered before dozing off to a sleep from which he would never wake up…
Stealthily, Pidgeot flew through the sky, anyone who got in his way was clawed with sharp talons. He flew past all the flames and out of the forest. He could see the Pokemon lab in Freetree city up ahead. Freetree was the largest city in the Larel region, and was famous for its lab and the famous Larel lighthouse. Like a Godsend the lights of the city were on him. Gliding gently he landed in the lab, through an open window and into a room marked Luke Willow.
‘I have done, what master told me. I sleep,’ it muttered before dozing off to sleep…
As the red fingers of dawn appeared of the Larel region a young boy named Luke Willow, son of Michael and Lovrina Willow, was waking to go on his quest to become a Pokemon master. He had no idea what he would find outside of his door this morning…
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The Legend of Cipher
Chapter 1: Cipher Never Dies
Frantically the rangers ran. The Pokemon rangers scattered as the forest continued to burn. They would pick up a Pokemon to protect from the flames as the ran, but alas they couldn’t carry many.
A ranger fell to the ground, the Natu he was carrying letting out a cry as it fell to the ground. As he reached out to grab it, another Pokeball with a black lid snatched it. He looked up into the black sun glasses of a Cipher peon.
“What, are you doing?” the ranger asked as the flames continued to rage, “Who are you, why are you doing this?”
“I? I am a member of the noble organization of Cipher.” The peon said with a bored tone as he twirled the Poke ball lazily on his gloved finger.
“Cipher,” the Pokemon ranger mouthed, “Cipher is dead! They were destroyed twenty years ago!”
“Yes that is what people have come to believe. But the sad truth, for you, is that Cipher never dies.”
“What do you want? Why are you burning this forest?” he repeated choking as the smoke got into his lungs.
“What do you think we want? We need shadow Pokemon, and what better place to get them than a reserve?!” the Peon explained, “We set the fires to scare them out of the forest, we will round them up, and we will use them for our own uses.”
“Pokemon aren’t weapons…” the Ranger choked out.
“But under certain circumstances they are…”the Peon started.
“Yo! Frezar!” a loud voice called, “C’mon, the fire’s really gettin’ out o’ hand, plus the boss ain’t gonna be happy if we come back with barbecued Pokemon!”
“I’m coming Dred,” the Peon called back, “Well I guess this is goodbye, fair well. Please, tell me what death is like.”
As the peon left he dropped a pellet of arsenic into the mans open mouth.
The peon disappeared into the fiery forest faster than a speeding Rapidash. He soon disappeared into the storm of ash and sparks, leaving no trace besides hundreds of burnt twigs and cinders in his wake…
With a shuddering choke the ranger crawled along the ground. Flames springing up before his eyes his lungs cried out for fresh air.
His hand shaking he reached down towards his belt and his hands closed around a Pokeball. He pulled it up to his chest grateful it hadn’t been stolen, or worse, destroyed.
“Go (cough) Pi-(cough)-Pi(cough)-Pidgeot!” he gasped between retching coughs.
The Pokeball opened and a red light shot out releasing a Pidgeot.
“Pi, pi?” the Pidgeot asked as it swooped down to his trainer.
“Pidgeot. Cipher. They’re back. You (cough) must go find the one who is the son (cough) of the one who snagged the shadow Pokemon back last time. I don’t know what they want this time, but I know they’re making shadow Pokemon again. They burnt down this forest to get all the Pokemon,” he spluttered as he inhaled more smoke.
He could feel his head beginning to spin and his eyes began to tear up and become blurry. His heart began to slow and his breathing rate became more labored by the minute.
“You must go, now, before they find…him. Go…” the Ranger whispered, “Goodbye my friend, always remember who it was who did this, and never stop…never stop…never stop fighting.”
The Pidgeot took off into the fiery sky and soared towards the moon. Pidgeot knew the full extent of what his master meant, and knew it was goodbye. He did a loop letting out an angry but mournful cry to the night, and disappeared into the smoke.
Gently, the Ranger leaned back, his mind was in a whirl of color, and his body was totally relaxed. He felt his heart go slower and slower until it was a gentle blip. His mind began to shut off and he watched as the world melted into a sea of color.
“Goodbye…” he uttered before dozing off to a sleep from which he would never wake up…
Stealthily, Pidgeot flew through the sky, anyone who got in his way was clawed with sharp talons. He flew past all the flames and out of the forest. He could see the Pokemon lab in Freetree city up ahead. Freetree was the largest city in the Larel region, and was famous for its lab and the famous Larel lighthouse. Like a Godsend the lights of the city were on him. Gliding gently he landed in the lab, through an open window and into a room marked Luke Willow.
‘I have done, what master told me. I sleep,’ it muttered before dozing off to sleep…
As the red fingers of dawn appeared of the Larel region a young boy named Luke Willow, son of Michael and Lovrina Willow, was waking to go on his quest to become a Pokemon master. He had no idea what he would find outside of his door this morning…
Do you like it? Rate, please! If you like I continue writing it. So see ya!
Treeckoman7
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