Yes, my first one-shot. Yes, this is script. No, not my first fic.
I don't really think this is a good script one-shot, so I wouldn't be surprised if it was closed. But nothing ventured is nothing gained.
The Golden Arrow
Narrator: A career in which a descendant carries the burden of the one before him is rare these days. However, one tradition of the Pokemon world was when an official gym leader handed his position to a worthy son.
Because of the fact that a daughter could not inherit a gym, Gym Leaders often favored their sons. Men were believed to have more strength and power over Pokemon than women, deeming them superior.
In one particular case, though, the miracle of life gave a Gym Leader a daughter.
Man: Is she going to be OK? Is my wife OK?
Nurse: Your wife will be fine, sir. I’m not sure about the baby though.
Man: (relieved) thank goodness. Is the baby a boy?
Nurse: I’m sorry, it’s a girl. I don’t think it’s going to make it though.
Man: Who cares about a baby girl anyway? Don’t bother, we were hoping for a son.
Nurse: I understand.
Narrator: A sickly baby girl was born to a couple. The husband was the official Gym Leader of the village, and he had prayed for a son. Now that his wish had been crushed, he cared none at all for the girl.
He was known as The Haunter Trainer because of his special liking for Ghost Pokemon. His best friend was a Haunter, a ghost with of face glowing of mischief and two claw-like hands that hovered a few inches away from its body, although it still had complete control over them.
Baby: (wails)
Man: Shut up!
Woman: (wakes up) Aye, Marley, what are you doing to Artemis?
Man: You gave the pile of crap a name?
Woman: It’s not a heap of trash, it’s a child, a living thing!
Man: Any baby girl is a useless pile of crap. If it doesn’t die tonight, I’ll deal with it myself!
Woman: Don’t be so cruel. Give the dear a chance!
Man: Shut up.
Woman: I will not. Not until you promise to give Artemis a second chance.
Man: I said shut up!
Woman: Artemis needs just one chance!
Man: For goodness sakes, you woman, there’s no Apollo here , is there? Then why bother naming this- this THING Artemis?
Woman: You’re going too far, Marley. I would’ve left you much earlier if you would had acted cruel towards the female sex like times likes these. I will leave you now. Let another give birth to the one you want; Artemis will live.
Man: Diana, please don’t say that.
(silence)
Woman: I won’t stay with you. You’re a wretch-
Man: Fine! Artemis is my daughter!
Woman: (suspicious) Thank you, Marley. (to herself) (sarcastic) What a wonderful way to welcome back a woman just out of labor. It’s not a peaceful picnic.
Man: But as long as it shall live, I will not show any respect or love towards it. It will never inherit the Gym as long as the world exists!
Narrator: With that vow, he stormed out of the room, throwing disdainful glances at the baby in bed with his wife.
Nurse: (to herself) Shame, such a beautiful child mixed with a cruel and uncaring father…and even then the baby has a diminished chance of living overnight…I shall bring happiness to this girl.
Narrator: This nurse had a pure and kind heart that melted easily. This habit came in handy, for she once had been granted with the power to help others.
Night came as soon as the sun slipped below the horizon. The room was dark and humid, and the baby lay at her mother’s side, still and unmoving. Her mother was asleep after wearing herself out worrying for Artemis.
The moon was full and round, and its rays pierced the cloudless and star-spotted sky. It shone down on everything so it could see the world in nightly glory. One thing it spotted was the nurse quietly creeping out of the hospital, massaging her temples in plain pain.
Nurse: I must find somewhere quickly (moans)
Trees: Come to the heart of the sacred wood. There you will find a sacred clearing. Rest on the stump, dear, but do not touch the ring of flowers, do not touch…
Narrator: The nurse looked up in pain and ran in the direction the trees pointed at with their branches.
Trees: Hurry…do it by the light of the full moon…
Narrator: She ran through a cleared path. The trees and brush stepped aside to help her find her way, and at last she came to a clearing, as the first tree told.
Her headache was intense now, but she knew that in order to help the poor baby girl, she must accomplish this. A tree stump glowing faintly of white sprang into view. The nurse approached it and spotted the ring of flowers surrounding it.
Flowers: Run not away,
Fear not us,
We bear no harm. (chanting)
Narrator: The nurse was mesmerized by the haunting and monotonic voices of the flowers, and reached her fingers out and pick one. That very second the petals transformed into vivid and bright flames that engulfed the nurse. And like ice, it slowly and quietly hardened like a glass statue.
There the sculpture sat all night while spirits attempted to rip the soul out of Artemis. The girl’s breath became short and panicky as the soul began to lift from the body.
At the same time, sunlight was dissolving the nurse and the fire. She became a pile of ashes. A boy with brown hair approached the hospital, covered in the kind nurse’s ashes. He had sprang forth from the clutter like a robin from its egg. In his hand he wield an arrow as sharp and golden as the sun that he would shoot with a bow of pure gold.
Boy: Ollopa, eman. Evas Artemis.
Narrator: And with that, his arrow pierced the atmosphere and rid the room of the spirits beyond.
Boy: Hes llash es oneht dya.
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Don't....comment about the boy's gibberish.
I don't really think this is a good script one-shot, so I wouldn't be surprised if it was closed. But nothing ventured is nothing gained.
The Golden Arrow
Narrator: A career in which a descendant carries the burden of the one before him is rare these days. However, one tradition of the Pokemon world was when an official gym leader handed his position to a worthy son.
Because of the fact that a daughter could not inherit a gym, Gym Leaders often favored their sons. Men were believed to have more strength and power over Pokemon than women, deeming them superior.
In one particular case, though, the miracle of life gave a Gym Leader a daughter.
Man: Is she going to be OK? Is my wife OK?
Nurse: Your wife will be fine, sir. I’m not sure about the baby though.
Man: (relieved) thank goodness. Is the baby a boy?
Nurse: I’m sorry, it’s a girl. I don’t think it’s going to make it though.
Man: Who cares about a baby girl anyway? Don’t bother, we were hoping for a son.
Nurse: I understand.
Narrator: A sickly baby girl was born to a couple. The husband was the official Gym Leader of the village, and he had prayed for a son. Now that his wish had been crushed, he cared none at all for the girl.
He was known as The Haunter Trainer because of his special liking for Ghost Pokemon. His best friend was a Haunter, a ghost with of face glowing of mischief and two claw-like hands that hovered a few inches away from its body, although it still had complete control over them.
Baby: (wails)
Man: Shut up!
Woman: (wakes up) Aye, Marley, what are you doing to Artemis?
Man: You gave the pile of crap a name?
Woman: It’s not a heap of trash, it’s a child, a living thing!
Man: Any baby girl is a useless pile of crap. If it doesn’t die tonight, I’ll deal with it myself!
Woman: Don’t be so cruel. Give the dear a chance!
Man: Shut up.
Woman: I will not. Not until you promise to give Artemis a second chance.
Man: I said shut up!
Woman: Artemis needs just one chance!
Man: For goodness sakes, you woman, there’s no Apollo here , is there? Then why bother naming this- this THING Artemis?
Woman: You’re going too far, Marley. I would’ve left you much earlier if you would had acted cruel towards the female sex like times likes these. I will leave you now. Let another give birth to the one you want; Artemis will live.
Man: Diana, please don’t say that.
(silence)
Woman: I won’t stay with you. You’re a wretch-
Man: Fine! Artemis is my daughter!
Woman: (suspicious) Thank you, Marley. (to herself) (sarcastic) What a wonderful way to welcome back a woman just out of labor. It’s not a peaceful picnic.
Man: But as long as it shall live, I will not show any respect or love towards it. It will never inherit the Gym as long as the world exists!
Narrator: With that vow, he stormed out of the room, throwing disdainful glances at the baby in bed with his wife.
Nurse: (to herself) Shame, such a beautiful child mixed with a cruel and uncaring father…and even then the baby has a diminished chance of living overnight…I shall bring happiness to this girl.
Narrator: This nurse had a pure and kind heart that melted easily. This habit came in handy, for she once had been granted with the power to help others.
Night came as soon as the sun slipped below the horizon. The room was dark and humid, and the baby lay at her mother’s side, still and unmoving. Her mother was asleep after wearing herself out worrying for Artemis.
The moon was full and round, and its rays pierced the cloudless and star-spotted sky. It shone down on everything so it could see the world in nightly glory. One thing it spotted was the nurse quietly creeping out of the hospital, massaging her temples in plain pain.
Nurse: I must find somewhere quickly (moans)
Trees: Come to the heart of the sacred wood. There you will find a sacred clearing. Rest on the stump, dear, but do not touch the ring of flowers, do not touch…
Narrator: The nurse looked up in pain and ran in the direction the trees pointed at with their branches.
Trees: Hurry…do it by the light of the full moon…
Narrator: She ran through a cleared path. The trees and brush stepped aside to help her find her way, and at last she came to a clearing, as the first tree told.
Her headache was intense now, but she knew that in order to help the poor baby girl, she must accomplish this. A tree stump glowing faintly of white sprang into view. The nurse approached it and spotted the ring of flowers surrounding it.
Flowers: Run not away,
Fear not us,
We bear no harm. (chanting)
Narrator: The nurse was mesmerized by the haunting and monotonic voices of the flowers, and reached her fingers out and pick one. That very second the petals transformed into vivid and bright flames that engulfed the nurse. And like ice, it slowly and quietly hardened like a glass statue.
There the sculpture sat all night while spirits attempted to rip the soul out of Artemis. The girl’s breath became short and panicky as the soul began to lift from the body.
At the same time, sunlight was dissolving the nurse and the fire. She became a pile of ashes. A boy with brown hair approached the hospital, covered in the kind nurse’s ashes. He had sprang forth from the clutter like a robin from its egg. In his hand he wield an arrow as sharp and golden as the sun that he would shoot with a bow of pure gold.
Boy: Ollopa, eman. Evas Artemis.
Narrator: And with that, his arrow pierced the atmosphere and rid the room of the spirits beyond.
Boy: Hes llash es oneht dya.
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Don't....comment about the boy's gibberish.