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The Quest for the Legends, now with its ILCOETH revision!

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Dragonfree, Apr 26, 2004.

  1. nintyweb

    nintyweb Guest

    Yay! Chapter 25 is next. Probably on the 25th, eh?

    I liked chapter 24. It was kind of good the way you included his parents' "covering-up" of Chaletwo. It makes his inability to find any Ouen legendary books until Chapter 2(?) Mark drawing it was also good. Very, very creepy... I was surprised Mark got a Master Ball; when you first mentioned it I thought "how would he ever afford it?"

    I found Mitch's 2-second appearance a bit pointless, but if he plays a role in the next chapter, then I'll understand. Hm, not much else to say. Not as much happened as in previous chapters, but, meh. I liked it regardless. Good job.

    I don't think Dragonfree has ever made a spelling mistake. Unless... [please find attached a crazy notion of nintyweb's involving a leak of Dragonfree's unpublished work filled with typos and chat speak... wtf?]
     
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  2. Dragonfree

    Dragonfree Just me

    Heh, actually I once made a typo and wrote "to" instead of "too". Oh, the shame...

    I also made some spelling mistakes in the old version, before I got English spellcheck installed on my Word. Main ones I remember are "obivous" and "definetly". Then I never knew when to use semicolons until after I installed the spellchecker...

    Anyway, I'm rambling. I've written four pages of chapter 25 so far, and unfortunately I've encountered a problem where I want to write some of the things I had in the old version but I've slightly changed something so that it doesn't really work anymore. :/ But I'm solving that, so I'll be fine. Just be patient, and expect it soon...
     
  3. Yuugis Black Magician

    Yuugis Black Magician Well-Known Member

    Well Dragonfree, I think that this chapter, was a bit of a let down, after that huge Charizard thing I was kinda expecting some huge, WHAM, BAM, SLAM, HAM, and JAM!!! But I guess not. I'm expecting the next chapter to be great, as I know it will, but on the note of this particular chapter, I did like the phone call scene.
     
  4. tommyship2

    tommyship2 Guest

    This fic is very interseting. I've enjoyed it a lot seeing Mark mature into a young ma... though I think he still has a little way to go on the mature part. :) Anyway, great job. No spelling erors, perfect desrcirption...what can I say that hasn't been said already? Good job.
     
  5. Another good chapter, Dragonfree, even if it was a bit short. Very nice use of foreboding at the end. And…a plot twist! Slight, but still a plot twist, and I like it. Keep up the good work.
     
  6. Lupin

    Lupin Legendary Pokémon Coordinator

    Nice chapter Dragonfree. A small plot twist in terms of that phone call, why would his parents go to all that trouble?
     
  7. Dragonfree

    Dragonfree Just me

    Told ya it would be soon. ;)

    ...

    Hey, I'm not letting you read the chapter just like that.

    First you need to get yourself really comfortable in your chair...

    Take a few deep breaths...

    Fasten your seat belts...

    Make sure you have plenty of time to read carefully and not just skim...

    And enjoy.


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    RATING

    Violence: None.
    Gore: None.
    Sexuality: None.
    Profanity: None.
    Other: Religious hints.
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    The Pokémon Festival - May 25th: Chaletwo's Arrival

    Mark just suddenly realized that he was awake. He couldn’t recall waking up, or dreaming anything. That was a relief…

    He reached for his watch and looked at it. It was seven in the morning. He sighed, closing his eyes. He didn’t feel tired at all.

    His stomach fluttered as he thought about what day it was. His father had told him to stay in his room, lie on his bed and pretend not to exist. That was probably the wisest thing to do. His voice of logic told him that over and over with convincing, step-by-step arguments.

    And there was really no voice to speak against it, because there was no question about it. There was no way to logically argue that he should rather take the risk and see Chaletwo. There was just a power which could silence all logic immediately. And Mark knew that there was no way he could lie in a room and wait while the most powerful Pokémon in the world was appearing outside. He just couldn’t.

    He had a funny, numb feeling as he sat up in his bed and reached for his Pokéball belt at the foot of his bed. He took Sandslash’s Pokéball – no particular reason why, he just felt like it – and dropped it lightly onto the floor. Sandslash came out of it and looked around.

    “What is it?” he asked.

    Mark shrugged. “Nothing… just felt like talking.”

    “About what?”

    “Anything.”

    They didn’t say anything for a while. Finally, Mark sighed.

    “The other day when I got my trainer license… it made me think,” he muttered. “I… do you really like me and the way I train you?”

    “Well,” Sandslash sighed, “there is something I wish you would do…”

    “What?”

    “Let us outside a bit more. We would all love to be able to run around freely for a bit sometimes when you’re not doing anything. Pokémon don’t like being stuffed inside Pokéballs for too long…”

    “Yeah,” Mark muttered. Neither of them said anything for a little while.

    “I’m not sure I’m such a good trainer,” Mark said quietly.

    “You are,” said Sandslash softly. “I am very grateful for you.”

    “Why?” Mark asked. “I’m lousy. Take May…”

    “You are a much better trainer than her,” Sandslash said immediately.

    “But how?” Mark asked miserably. “Are you really being honest?”

    “Well,” the Pokémon began slowly, choosing his words carefully, “when you first caught me, I thought you weren’t a very good trainer at all. I always lost and stuff…”

    He trailed off, but then continued: “But then I slowly started realizing that… well, when you’re a young Pokémon you think of a trainer as a method of getting strong and nothing more than that, which was why I wasn’t happy to find that you didn’t appear to have much more skill than I did by myself… but then I just started to realize that you cared and really hated not being better, because you felt like you were being a lousy trainer for us. And that… touched me. The reason Pokémon tolerate the limits set by being possessed by a trainer, and thus the reason Pokémon training can work in the first place, is that it usually gives Pokémon an opportunity to be stronger, but in the long run, Pokémon don’t live for that. The reason Pokémon stay true to their trainers after the trainers retire and the Pokémon have reached the physical limits of their strength is that through a trainer’s journey around the world, strong bonds are formed between trainer and Pokémon. This is what keeps Pokémon training alive and what makes it so magical – and this is why you are a better trainer than for example May, who is an extraordinarily good battler, but will never feel like anything more to her Pokémon than a temporary training stage in their lives. It is sad that so many Pokémon stay with a trainer for years, never realizing how much more there is to life with a trainer than battling…”

    “I… wow,” Mark just said.

    “Take now for example,” Sandslash said. “When you’re a young, wild Pokémon, you don’t expect your trainer to send you out just to talk to you. It’s just not in your image of what you believe the purpose of a trainer is. When that happens, though, you realize that this is one of those moments that make you really appreciate your trainer, more than winning some battle will ever do. You’re a great trainer, Mark. May is everything a Pokémon looks for in a trainer – you are much more.”

    Mark felt strangely warm. “Wow… thanks…”

    “But as I said,” Sandslash continued, “we’d really love some more outside time. You should try that sometime soon.”

    “I will. Thanks,” Mark said, smiling.

    -------

    Mark spent the day as it were his last. He didn’t encounter May at all, but he was really feeling so much different that he was glad for that. He focused on enjoying himself, such as by buying a lot of candy, and had a crazy, hyperactive ‘happy’ attitude throughout the day. He had no idea why he wasn’t more nervous. He just felt crazy.

    That changed, however, when the time approached four o’clock. Suddenly the voices in his head were all screaming again; he wanted to go back to the Pokémon Center as he walked past it, but his feet wouldn’t obey and continued towards the slowly gathering crowd of people in the patch of grass just outside the city borders.

    A circle with an approximately five meter radius had been marked off in the grass. Nobody stepped into it. Mark felt numb as he found himself a place behind a few other people; he could peek out between them.

    He waited for what seemed like an hour; then somebody in the crowd shouted “Ten!” The rest of the audience joined in the countdown.

    “…Four! Three! Two! One!”

    And suddenly Chaletwo just stood there in the middle of the circle.

    He wasn’t like Mark had expected. The illustrations in the book about the Ouen legendaries didn’t capture the way he looked at all. Yes, he had the exact same, lavenderish-white skin as Mewtwo, same strong legs but thin arms, same bulgy toes and fingers, same distantly human torso and catlike head – and, indeed, his eyes were closed. But the artist had missed two important details. One was that it was clear that Chaletwo was looking through his eyelids; he didn’t even distantly look like Mewtwo with closed eyes. The other was that Alan had been absolutely right: Chaletwo was obviously not evil. It wasn’t hard to imagine him as evil from looking at the pictures, but Mark just realized suddenly that he had been wrong. He had no idea why, but it didn’t seem like something to question. It was just true.

    Everybody was immobilized as Chaletwo looked over the crowd. He then started turning slowly around to see the rest of the audience. Mark’s heart hammered in his chest as the Legendary turned towards where he was.

    And stopped.

    The people in front of Mark automatically shifted to the sides before he knew, and he found himself frozen, looking straight at Chaletwo’s closed eyes. After what seemed like an hour, during which Mark’s mind and body seemed completely frozen, Chaletwo finally turned away.

    Mark released his breath as Chaletwo was no longer looking at him.

    He’s facing away… you could just throw the Master Ball…

    The voice spoke clearly out in Mark’s head before he could help it. Chaletwo turned sharply back towards him; Mark stared desperately at the Legendary with only one thought in his head: I don’t want to die now.

    Then Chaletwo’s eyes opened.

    The first thing that occurred to Mark was that the ‘Good or Evil?’ poster in the Pokémon Center had gotten Chaletwo’s eyes completely wrong too. On the poster they had been bright yellow, but they were much more than that. They were terribly, blindingly, unearthly yellow, their extreme brightness piercing through his eyes like a knife, yet so oddly beautiful that he didn’t want to look away.

    Then all of a sudden, Mark felt like a burning hand was ripping heart out through his chest. The pain was unthinkable; he screamed, but the sound seemed unrealistic and far away. he faintly heard an echo of other people’s screaming as his vision faded to black, all except for the horribly bright eyes that were somehow the worst part of all…

    -------

    Suddenly, it all stopped. The pain was gone. Everything around him was eerily dark and silent.

    What happened? he thought.

    “Your consciousness has been separated from your body,” answered a calm, telepathic voice. Mark somehow knew it was Chaletwo.

    “What… wait a minute… are you saying I’m… dead?” he asked slowly.

    “That’s the basic idea, yes,” Chaletwo replied.

    “But I can’t be dead!” Mark protested. “I’m right here!”

    “Here is nowhere,” was Chaletwo’s confusing answer.

    “That doesn’t work,” Mark argued. “We’ve got to be somewhere, if you’re here.”

    “No,” Chaletwo said firmly. “I took you to a place that doesn’t exist. We’re in a void of nothing.”

    “Why can’t I see you?” Mark wondered.

    “You are dead… a floating consciousness…” Chaletwo replied. “Without eyes, you cannot see.”

    “But how can I be dead? I mean, if my brain isn’t here, how can I be thinking?”

    Chaletwo sighed. “You are as dead as a brick, human. If you’re still not convinced, tell me if you’re breathing.”

    Mark waited a few seconds; he couldn’t deny it.

    “I don’t think I am,” he muttered. “Fine, I’m dead. But why did you kill me? And those other kids?”

    “I needed to talk to you,” Chaletwo answered.

    Mark was getting slightly annoyed. “Can’t you talk to people without killing them first?”

    Chaletwo sighed. “No, I can’t. Somebody can always overhear, and I can’t teleport a living body to a place that doesn’t exist – there’s no oxygen here, so you would die. And humans are exceedingly easy to fool if you know how to do it. You always think in this ‘If you can do something, you’ll do it’ fashion. Very stupid, of course, but makes it infinitely easier for me to convince you that I kill people for no reason without anybody getting even slightly suspicious. Humans are so blind, it’s entertaining.”

    “Huh?” Mark asked confusedly.

    “Well,” Chaletwo said, “your parents will cry their eyes out, and those crazy people will write some more articles about how evil I am, but after a while your death will be accepted and you can peacefully walk around under a different name.”

    “What do you mean, walk around?” Mark asked, puzzled. “I can’t walk around if I’m dead.”

    “You won’t be dead anymore,” said Chaletwo impatiently. “What good can a floating consciousness do even after you talk to it? I’m going to resurrect you after we finish talking. I just hope Molzapart is coming.”

    “Molzapart?” Mark was even more confused now. “Is Molzapart in this with you?”

    “Of course,” Chaletwo said like it was something obvious. “We’re good friends… oh, here he is…”

    Another telepathic voice sounded.

    “Hmm… kinda foolish, that one, don’t you think, Chaletwo?”

    “Foolish is fine,” Chaletwo replied. “Better, even. We don’t want logic to get in our way. Molzapart, would you imagine some sight for him?”

    Mark could suddenly see the two Legendaries as if it were a memory he was recalling in his mind. Molzapart looked like a golden-feathered bird with blue tips on his wing feathers, a long beak and a flame burning on his head. He also had a long, wavy tail feather that Mark recognized from Articuno.

    “Wow,” he said, astonished. “This is cool. Why didn’t you let me see like this earlier, Chaletwo?”

    Chaletwo sighed. “Only Molzapart can mess with memories.”

    “While poor widdle Chaletwo can just kill people,” Molzapart teased.

    Chaletwo glared at him. “Don’t listen to him; I’m keeping balance in the world, while Molzapart’s powers are just for playing around with.”

    “Oh, will you two just tell me what this is all about?” Mark said in frustration.

    “Sorry,” Molzapart apologized. “We got carried away. What we wanted to tell you is… well…” He looked at Chaletwo. “Where to begin?”

    “See,” Chaletwo began, “once every thousand years, a great disaster happens.”

    “Yes,” Molzapart confirmed. “This disaster is called the War of the Legends. What happens is that the Legendary Pokémon will lose power, at different rates depending on how powerful they already are, until they are all equal and virtually powerless.”

    “Why does this happen?” asked Mark confusedly.

    “Because of a Pokémon,” Chaletwo replied, “which we have never seen, but is called the Destroyer. It appears to drain power from the Legendaries over the course of the last hundred or so of those thousand years, always faster and faster. When the Legendaries are almost out of power, the Destroyer sends the power multiplied back, and all this power basically finds all the Legendaries in the world again… and when they suddenly gain all this power, they all go insane somehow.”

    And they shall fight
    with all their might
    until but one draws breath.
    His conscious thought
    shall back be brought
    when all has met its death,
    ” Molzapart recited.

    “Basically,” Chaletwo explained, “once the Legendaries are all mad, they will seek each other out, kill everything in their path, and fight so viciously that everything in their path is destroyed. They will keep fighting until only one of them is left alive.”

    “And the one that is left alive,” Molzapart said, “will then have the responsibility of creating new life and making the world whole again…”

    “Wait a minute, how do I come into this?” Mark interrupted.

    “We’re getting to that,” Chaletwo said. “The thing is… if there were no Legendaries to receive the power, the War of the Legends wouldn’t happen. Molzapart and I started noticing our power loss around twenty years ago or so, so we talked to Mew about it. And Mew told us about this – he was the survivor of the last War of the Legends – and we became very concerned. So we asked Mew if we couldn’t just get all the Legendaries to agree on being inside Pokéballs when this happened, as that might prevent it all from happening. Unfortunately, though, Mew just said some nonsense about not trying to avoid the inevitable – he is all into this fate stuff, you know – and refused to help us, and the other Legendaries we talked to weren’t too happy about us telling them to get caught when Mew had forbidden us to tell them what it was really about. So we decided that we’d have to take them by force, and Molzapart started killing kids, erasing everybody’s memories of them, and trying to get them to go out and try to capture the other Legendaries. However, we didn’t have as much success as we’d have hoped – the kids were terrified of Legendaries and didn’t want to come anywhere near them. Then recently we were getting really worried, and we had this idea of letting me try – after all, everybody knew where and when I appeared every year, and lots of people who loved Legendaries always came to watch me. So I could just look over the crowd and search for a longing to catch me… not very hard to find, but I found the strongest and killed that one. I was a lot more successful than Molzapart ever was.”

    Molzapart snorted. “Successful, maybe, but you’ve always done it rather sloppily. Too busy being a guardian to even attempt to cover your tracks. Look at the reputation that has gotten you.”

    “That was never the plan,” Chaletwo snapped. “I have a protective aura that should be convincing everybody that my intentions are good. Humans are just too stupid to see it.”

    “And…” Molzapart looked at Mark, “the human thinks your way, even if successful, could use some improvement comfort-wise.”

    “I… I don’t know what Death Stare feels like!” Chaletwo said defensively. “And I’m not ‘too busy being a guardian’! That’s what I exist to be!”

    Molzapart snickered. “What a lovely guardian, with lethal weapons in his eye sockets.”

    “Chalenor had them too!” Chaletwo said sharply.

    “Yeah, how come the guardian before you had lethal weapons in his eye sockets? Bit hypocritical if you ask me.”

    Don’t you dare insult Chalenor in my ears!

    Mark wasn’t feeling that nice at all. Something about them arguing made the atmosphere very uncomfortable.

    “Stop it,” he thought desperately.

    Are you asking to be attacked?

    I’ll show you an attack!

    A dark purple orb formed between Chaletwo’s hands while Molzapart took an electric blue glow.

    “STOP!” Mark’s mind screamed. The two Pokémon looked at each other; Chaletwo pressed the orb together into nothing and Molzapart’s glow faded.

    “Sorry,” Chaletwo sighed. “This is all putting us under a lot of stress. We keep arguing… it’s lucky this didn’t turn into an early start of the War of the Legends.”

    “So basically,” Mark said, getting back on topic, “you want me to somehow go out and magically catch all the Legendary Pokémon?”

    “Well,” Chaletwo said, “we got some unexpected help. Rick, the Cleanwater City Gym Leader, has simplified the problem immensely by catching a great many of the Legendaries for us. He released some of them, such as Suicune, but most he kept for further experiments. And the other trainers haven’t been completely unsuccessful either – admittedly it’s getting so close now that you’re the last trainer we’re asking for help. The Legendaries yet to be caught are Articuno, Mew, Entei, Suicune, the Waraider herd, the Color Dragons, and Rainteicune.”

    “How am I supposed to do that?” asked Mark miserably. “There’s no way I can catch like twenty Legendaries before they all go mad! You’re not even sure if it’s going to work in the first place!”

    Chaletwo sighed. “At least you can try.”

    “Why me?” Mark whined.

    “Because you’re a foolish little kid who confronts Legendaries when he knows he shouldn’t,” said Molzapart tiredly.

    “We just need help here,” Chaletwo said. “If you do it, we’re probably still all going to die. But if you don’t do it, we are all going to die.”

    “I guess,” Mark replied doubtfully.

    “So, is that all?” Molzapart asked questioningly, turning to Chaletwo.

    “I think so,” Chaletwo answered. “Make him remember all of this before you leave, though.”

    Molzapart’s eyes glowed deep blue and the memory of the conversation in Mark’s mind was strengthened. He wasn’t sure if it was really needed; he felt like he could never forget even the smallest detail of this. Then Molzapart flickered and disappeared, and Mark could no longer picture what was happening.

    “Well,” Chaletwo said, “any questions?”

    “Why do you look like Mewtwo?” Mark asked, having wanted to ask this question during the whole conversation. “And why do you have a two in your name? Are you a super-clone?”

    “That’s not the kind of question I was hoping for,” Chaletwo mumbled.

    “Can’t you still tell me?”

    Chaletwo sighed deeply. “Before the last War of the Legends, there was a Pokémon called Chalenor – you heard me mention him when Molzapart and I were arguing, didn’t you? – and Chalenor was like me. The Destroyer isn’t alone, you know. There is a triangle. The Creator is Mew, because Mew survived the last War of the Legends. The Preserver is me, but used to be Chalenor. Chalenor had my powers… don’t bring up why he could use Death Stare if he was the Preserver, because I don’t know.

    “Chalenor could travel through time, just like me, and once he happened to venture far into the future and find Mewtwo there. Mewtwo was interested in Chalenor’s time when he heard that Mew had existed then – Mew and Chalenor were good friends.

    “So Chalenor agreed to take Mewtwo to his time, but what they didn’t know was that at that time, the War of the Legends was rapidly approaching. And while Mewtwo was still there, the Destroyer made all the Legendaries mad – including Mewtwo.

    “Chalenor died in the War of the Legends, like everything else. So did Mewtwo. Only Mew was left alive. When his madness wore off, Mew found Chalenor’s body and realized that the Preserver was no more… but his left eye was lying somewhere and was still loaded with power, and in a desperate attempt to save everything that could be saved, Mew transferred the life force contained in the eye to the nearest whole body – Mewtwo’s – and created new life in it… that was me. Chalenor’s powers in Mewtwo’s body…

    “I was Mew’s first creation, and helped creating the new Pokémon under Mew’s supervision… then I took over Chalenor’s role as the Preserver and became a guardian of life… so Mew called me Chaletwo because I was Chalenor’s heir, and in honour of Mewtwo whose body I was created in.”

    “Wow…” Mark was surprised; nothing he had ever thought of had come close to any of that. He had always been stuck in the clone theory.

    “Can I ask another question?” he asked.

    “Fire away.”

    “Can I tell somebody about all this?”

    Chaletwo took a bit of time to think, but finally answered: “You should not flag it – the Legendaries might hear it. If you really trust somebody, you can tell them, but Molzapart is really getting too weak for the trouble of mass memory modification. Oh, and talk to Ash Ketchum – that’s very important. I’ll resurrect you a little while in the future so you’ll be pretty much forgotten – Molzapart will help with that too. At first when you’re back to life, you’ll be unconscious, but when you wake up, Molzapart and I will be in your Pokéballs and might communicate with you occasionally for as long as we have the power to.”

    “Is that all I need to know?” Mark asked nervously.

    “Should be, yes,” Chaletwo replied.

    “I’m never going to manage this,” Mark muttered.

    “Just remember that you’re our last hope…”

    Mark felt himself fading away. The last thing he heard was Chaletwo’s echoing voice:

    “You… have… to… try…”
     
  8. Kaizer

    Kaizer A Shadow of Darkness

    ... If I had found any mistakes, I would be celebrating. But no matter how many times I read that, I'll get too caught up in it to even think about trying to find one. This is a great story, and I do look forward to reading the rest of this. I really can't think of anything useful to say, and I am sorry for that, but I tried.
    ;245;
     
  9. Yuugis Black Magician

    Yuugis Black Magician Well-Known Member

    Well, I'll be, Mark, the Legendary Tamer ^_^

    I just hope all his Pokémon will still be there, and if he's going to be resurrected into the future, what about May? Will she have gone off ahead and stuff like that?

    Great chapter anywho, couple of mistakes though.

    P.S. You should really think about seperating this into Volume of sorts, or "sagas." Because if this "War of the Legends" is going to be some sort of Story Arc, then would it be safe to assume that after it has passed, the story itself will have a continuence?
     
    Last edited: May 8, 2005
  10. Dragonfree

    Dragonfree Just me

    Umm... no, after it has passed, the fic is over. This is what the whole thing is about... @_@

    Mark's journey itself is just a side plot that's ending somewhere in the middle of the fic...

    I hate it when people say they found "a couple of mistakes" or "some mistakes" without even hinting at what they are. <<
     
  11. Psychic

    Psychic Really and truly

    Both last chappies were good, Starter Giveaway was meh, and the whole parent thing...you made it seem a bit extreme, I mean, having the librarian put the Legendary books away? Somehow I can't imagine any librarian I know doing that.

    Oy, Chapter 25, where to begin...
    You know when you over-dramatise something? Well, you did the exact opposite. I mean, Mark is kinda...not obsessing over seeing Chaletwo as much as I'd have expected, and the actual Death Stare seemed a bit toned down, as well as Chaletwo's air of good.
    I wasn't all that impressed with the actual encounter. You made Mark seem way more insignificant in the entire War prevention, and his task seems easier then in the old version. I didn't feel up on Mark's exitement and amazement at seeing two such powerful Legendaries, either.

    Meh, my only real issue here was length, in which things like emotion and a bit more description would have been nice. I just didn't get the climax I was expacting.

    ~Psychic
     
  12. nintyweb

    nintyweb Guest

    Thats sorta' how I felt while reading this. I was frozen in front of the computer moniter. The only gripe I have is that Chaletwo and Sandslash's soliloquys were a bit... long. Chaletwo's could probably have happened, as it was reciting the past, but Sandslash's didn't seem like something anyone would really say. I know it was meant to be heartfelt, but I don't think anyone can speak for that long (except my sister, but she speaks of only make-up and clothes...).

    But other than that, I liked it. Chaletwo's and Molzapart's rivalry was entertaining. The whole description was very nice. Alot of the previous hints make perfect sense, including the prologue. Your writing reminds me of very good novels, where each chapter leave me wanting more. The problem I have is that I have to wait for you to write each chapter rather than steamroller-ing through like I normally would.

    One last point:
    It seems somewhat strange to me that he's still going to collect the badges now that he's got a much more important mission. Maybe if the final legendary's abode was in Victory Road (or it's equivalent)...

    And finally, a question:
    Who will Mark deposit now that he has Chaletwo and Molzapart?
     
  13. Lupin

    Lupin Legendary Pokémon Coordinator

    Oldly enough, my favorite part of this chapter was the speech that Sandslash did. It really sounds like something a pokemon would say to his/her trainer if they could.

    Great Chapter by the way.
     
  14. Dragonfree

    Dragonfree Just me

    Of course he's not exactly obsessing over it, he knows he's probably going to get killed...

    Hmm, that's an interesting point... I thought it was kinda overdramatic in the old version (I mean, going at lengths with how painful something is?) Chaletwo's aura of good was something I didn't really consider to be that important, but perhaps I should try to emphasize that more.

    The thing is, he is insignificant. The old version made it seem like he was "the chosen one" or something, which he wasn't at all.

    o_O How?

    He really had other things to think about than being excited... first he was worrying about getting killed, and then about why he got killed. I'd have found it very odd of him to be thinking about seeing Chaletwo and Molzapart when he was being involved in some crazy plot about saving the world.

    XDDD Hey, I speak for that long. And more.

    Not all the characters do, of course. Sandslash is the type, and it would've been hard to cut that thing down much without losing from what he was saying. Chaletwo, as you said, was reciting the past.

    And Scyther loves to go on and on and on... *hides his million-and-one future half-chapter speeches* Eh. You'll have to excuse those; there's no way I'm cutting them down. *hugs Scyther's past*

    Heh, the best way to find something is not to look for it. ;)

    He won't need to; Chaletwo and Molzapart will just be in his PC box. After all, it's not like he can start battling with them...
     
  15. Psychic

    Psychic Really and truly

    Blah, that was worded badly. I meant that in this version his task seems easier. Don't ask me why; it just seems like he has less Legendaries to catch or something.


    Well, there's disbelief in that too, but it's an odd thought, not that he seems casual about it, but it's still like: "Wow, I'm dead, and two legendary creatures are here, asking me for help."


    Oh, Dragonfree, I would cry if you cut out any of Scyther's speeches. He always has such great opinions, love hearing from him! *tries to hug Scyther, but Dragonfree is blocking the way* (Don't mind me, I just get easily attached ^-^)


    Dragonfree, what's going on with Mark's Pokémon while he's dead? I'd imagine them still being on his belt, but what would be happening to them? They'd have seen what happened, yea, so what would happen to them after that? Does this make them legally wild or something?


    ~Psychic
     
  16. Words cant describe how good this is....
    As always good descrption,mood,and very few mechanical mistakes.

    There is something thats recently been bugging me,are you going to include Rukario and Deoxys(particulary Rukerio)?
     
  17. Well, that pretty much clears up almost every good question that I've read on this thread about Chaletwo and the whole first prolougue scene. Very good chapter Dragonfree. I did find something in sandslash's monologue, there were some places where you could have used a comma instead of a period. That woud have made it a little less choppy in my eyes since it was kinda choppy in the first place. Well, I wonder how Mark is going to come back to life. It kinda confuses me on this whole bringing back to life. Where the perfect time would be and stuff like that.
    jirachiman out ;385;
     
  18. Mastercougar

    Mastercougar The Infinite Fire

    At last, there is no longer such intense need for spoiler tags. :p

    Well, I think this chapter was pretty much the reincarnation of everything I remember it to be, so in other words, good job. There were a few awkward sentences the kind of made me balk, such as
    I think it might have been better as "Somehow, it seemed to echo with the very essence of Chaletwo."

    Or not. Sounds kind of sappy to me.

    But, anyways, good quote there with

    I also noticed that Chaletwo and Molazapart's little fight was blamed on stress instead of oncoming madness. Oh, and that the Destroyer's now a Pokemon. Of course, it could just be how the Legendaries are interpeting it.

    Say, I wonder how the parents will be affected by Mark's "death?" Will he tell them what happened or will they be forced to think he's dead?

    Once again, great job so far.
     
  19. Elemental Charizam

    Elemental Charizam Sudden Genre Shift

    And the plotty chapter is here! *drumrolls*

    I loved this chapter, especially Sandslash's speech and the Chaletwo Molzapart sequence. You managed to make th legendaries real and very human, which is a great feat (assuming that's what you want to do), though you still kept a slightly magical air about them. Chaletwo and Molzapart's argument was pretty funny, at least in the beggining when they argued about their powers.

    I admit to thinking what Psychic asked about Mark's pokémon straight away, as well as what May would do. I can envision (probably incorrectly) how Mark might meet that other kid now...
     
  20. Dragonfire

    Dragonfire Banned

    I just wanted to say congratulations for winning EIGHT categories in the PokéOscars, for many of the hardest things to obtain: Best Antagonist Human, Dramatic Pokémon, best writer! Wow, you truly are an amazing writer, Dragonfree, and you should enjoy all of this happiness. Ph34r t3h h4pp1n355! And 1,000 replies, too. That's the highest amount of posts for one Fanfiction. *gives trophy* Congrats.

    ~Dragonfire~
     

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