CHeSHiRe-CaT
A Curious Breed
This is the repost of the original preview I had planned for The Serebeth Noob Trials. Old readers may feel free to comment again if you have the energy, otherwise, this is for the new readers @-@ My gratitude and thanks to the mistress herself (Dragonfree) for shaving off the old one, and yes, I'm wishy-washy 
~*~Hi, all. First off, I am not going to name anything specifically throughout this preview, and you must make your own assumptions of what my story is being compared to in a Fan-Fiction sort of way. Thought this was a very nice idea, and decided to write a preview about it, and use this as the basis in which to write a Fan-Fiction about a village called Serebeth, a place that was once tainted by an evil source, at peace again...or so they thought. Note: this preview takes place in the past of the story, and you will soon understand the theme of what it will all become (this story has been approved by Dragonfree):
The Serebeth Noob Trials
In a land far from ordinary, there existed a small village called Serebeth, a green and fruitful plain of joyful splendor. It was a great community of all legions of people, from artists who sketched all but the invisible wind, to furious debaters that excelled in making points in conversations. One thing they all had in common was that they all owned fascinating creatures, known as “Pokémon.” These fantastic beasts came in all sorts of different shapes, sizes, colors, and attitudes, along with their own unique abilities. Some had the power to send burning electricity to another, while some possessed psychokinetic abilities that could lift heavy objects. Whatever their purpose or element, the villagers had come to discover them in the wild, capture them, tame them, and become the best of friends, or helpful companions.
Serebeth was built on the top of a great plateau overlooking the ocean, where the green grass stopped short at the cliff. Serebeth was living in times where one would push wagon carts with Tauros if they were to get somewhere, and their homes and structures were built from wood of the nearby forest, or heavy stones on the beaches of the ocean. Their town was flooded with large huts where one citizen could enter and discuss with large groups of members of the village issues, facts, or interesting news. Each of these huts was specially conducted for one subject, such as art, music, politics, or social lounging. It was an ingenious idea formulated from the mind of Serebeth’s founder, Joseph Celenburg, who carefully watched over the village in his two-story cabin in the center of Serebeth.
However, Joseph was too caught up in maintaining the city and the discussion huts at the same time, so he hired a handful special officers known as administrators, who roamed the town to search for any troubling activity, or to set any messy situation straight for Joseph. The administrators were very talented at their assignments, and took pleasure in keeping Serebeth safe for everyone. However, there came an age upon Serebeth that took its toll over the citizens. Rumors from other villages spread through the wood, and to the ears of the citizens. Word came that traitors were revealing themselves among their peers, or were being tried for certain purposes.
Once news of this malevolent force made way to Joseph, he soon had deciphered and come to a realization of the evil. No sooner than he had received word of the force, huts within the city were being set aflame. Members were being insulted and badgered. Some huts even had preserved canned ham that was most disgusting, tiling wooden floors. Yes, Joseph and many of the administrators discovered that there was only one evil capable of such cruelty: the Noob.
Noobs were passed down through legend as servants of darkness, who pledged themselves to the terrorizing or badgering of fellow beings. They were granted with powers to burn things, summon saturated ham patties at their will (also known as the cursed meat of the Spam Grumpig), and to release extraneously annoying noises that sometimes formed into words. The Noob had not been a plague of the village in nearly a century, but it seemed that somehow they had reproduced their race and were again free to walk the earth. There were several prices to pay for practicing Noob-craft, and depending if you were a full-fledged Noob, or an ignorant person experimenting with their dark magic, you would be sentenced to a trial. And so began the age known as the Serebeth Noob Trials.
One day, a bright young lad named Braxton O’Burke was roaming the cobblestone plaza of Serebeth, with a Pokémon known as Umbreon that was slender like a cat, covered in a pitch-black coat of fur, and with gold rings imprinted on its limbs. It wagged its bottlenose shaped tail back and forth as it walked, staring down the streets with its great, scarlet eyes. Braxton felt the warm sun shining on his face pleasantly as he looked around for the nearest art hut. Finally, around the corner, he and his Umbreon, as it was called, discovered an art display hut that was sure to be full of fellow artists showing off their works and others criticizing or commenting on pieces. He held a portrait of his Umbreon in his left hand, carefully colored with oil pastels that seemed to make the Pokémon come right off of the canvas.
When he stepped to the front door of the hut, he expected to hear booming voices of laughter and clapping, but instead, heard only silence. Then, he heard a great collapsing beside him on the ground. Umbreon let out a small bark as Braxton turned around. A young lad about the same age as he was lying on the stones and had apparently tripped. His black hair was sprawled across his face, and a patch in his wool pants was torn. He had an abnormal paleness to his face, and was breathing heavily, looking up at Braxton. The other boy lifted the pale one to his feet, and he dusted himself off.
“Thank you,” the strange boy muttered, not looking directly into Braxton’s eyes. “What’s your name?”
“Well, I am Braxton. Quite a nasty fall you had there…were you in a hurry?” he asked.
“Oh, no…I just seemed to…er…slip on the stones there.” Braxton looked to the door.
“Well,” Braxton started. “It seems no one came to the meeting…would you like to…?”
Braxton turned around, but had found that the odd boy had fled. He looked around the square, but did not seem him anywhere.
“Oh, well,” he sighed. “I suppose we can hang this painting up next to the others, eh Umbreon?”
The Pokémon growled and nodded in approval. Before he opened the door, Umbreon cast one scanning glance out to the crowds in Serebeth, and without haste, followed its master inside the hut.
At that moment, they were hit with an overwhelming smell of rotting meat. It was most pungent and distracted the boy and his Pokémon for a moment. When they opened their eyes, they were instantly met with the sight of bleeding meat all over the floor. It made them both gasp a horrible breath of dark surprise, and thoughts began moving wildly through their heads.
“Oh, yuck! ‘Tis Spam, Umbreon!” Braxton cried, while the Pokémon tried to gasp from the disgusting fumes. “A Noob has been here!”
Before they could dash away, someone opened the door from behind. It was one of the administrators! She wore a flowing, black cloak and a long silver necklace that held the letter “S” against a cross. She gasped louder than they, and she pointed a finger accusingly at Braxton. He did find himself in a very bad predicament indeed. From the outside, a green, bug-like Pokémon with razor sharp blades for arms stumbled into the room, whizzing its wings furiously, its sharp teeth showing. The Scyther sent a crawling fear up Braxton’s spine, and Umbreon growled.
“Mistress Dragonfreel!” he cried, a look of pure innocence on his face. “I walked in and found this hut in a terrible condition! A Noob has tainted this place!”
“How DARE you lie to an admin!” Mistress Dragonfreel yelled. “And to think that all this time, you were right underneath my nose, wreaking havoc! Oh, won’t Master Joseph be delighted to hear that I found one of the cretins!”
She moved forward toward him, stepping across the nasty meat. The Scyther followed her, and it leered at Umbreon with an utmost look of distaste.
“Braxton Connor O’Burke!” She cried, pointing a finger at him. “I accuseth thee of being a Noob!”
Through the past several days, Braxton was locked up in a dungeon cell in the basement of town hall, where he stood behind bars, starving, and waiting for his oncoming trial. It seemed terribly hopeless that anything would save him. Umbreon was confiscated and put away in a Pokémon Orphanage, where they hoped to rid the black Pokémon of its so-called “black magic.” When trial day did come, every minute he spent in the court aggravated and tore at him. When he denied of being a Noob, he was locked up once more and brutally tortured until a confession winded from him.
At his last trial, a VERY curious acquaintance made their appearance at the courthouse: the pale boy. With a very demonic and devilish smile, he recounted false events that eventually led up to his alleged running away from Braxton the Noob, to warn administrators and villagers of his presence. Without question, Joseph Celenburg himself sentenced Braxton to be banished to the Forbidden Cave of Death, where he would rot until his bones were eaten by vermin.
Braxton was indeed lost to the false accusations of being a Noob, and met up with criminals in the cave that were also banished from Serebeth, such as the legendary pirate, Captain Specter Eon. For years, they attempted to find a way out of the cursed cave, but other than resorting to the craft of the Noobs, they were stuck there for eternity.
Braxton was not the only one to be accused as a Noob, and soon, dozens and dozens of people were being sentenced to death or the Forbidden Cave, and there was nowhere in Serebeth where one could be social or express opinion or comfort without charges being brought against them. Many were even tested with sorts of events as the following: tossing Noobs over a cliff to see if they were able to stack Spam at the bottom and climb their way up, throwing them into the frigid river to see if they smoked, and being placing them in an isolated room with an ADHD victim to see if they interacted.
After backstabbing years of those deaths, Serebeth was rid of the Noobs, although there were barely any citizens left to celebrate. Over the course of the next century, Serebeth had reconstructed policies and laws, and also reconstructed its figure. Travelers soon came and made families there with their Pokémon, and once again, Serebeth was in the times of golden happiness again.
To this day, Serebeth dares not to look back at the horrible past of the Noob Trials, but looks forward to making sure every member of the village was safe and comfortable with their environment. Noobs that still existed in those days did not venture near the Forbidden Cave or Serebeth, for fear of their doom and undoing. Some even relinquished their religion, and became whole once more, but were forced to attend exorcism ceremonies to rid them of their leftover darkness. For Joseph’s ancestors, they hoped nothing but the best for Serebeth, giving all what they deserved, whether it was a reward to a hero, or giving a delinquent punishment. Administrators also remained in order, and it seemed once more, the village of Serebeth would indeed be happy again...until the next set of trials arose.
~*~
The Serebeth Noob Trials
In a land far from ordinary, there existed a small village called Serebeth, a green and fruitful plain of joyful splendor. It was a great community of all legions of people, from artists who sketched all but the invisible wind, to furious debaters that excelled in making points in conversations. One thing they all had in common was that they all owned fascinating creatures, known as “Pokémon.” These fantastic beasts came in all sorts of different shapes, sizes, colors, and attitudes, along with their own unique abilities. Some had the power to send burning electricity to another, while some possessed psychokinetic abilities that could lift heavy objects. Whatever their purpose or element, the villagers had come to discover them in the wild, capture them, tame them, and become the best of friends, or helpful companions.
Serebeth was built on the top of a great plateau overlooking the ocean, where the green grass stopped short at the cliff. Serebeth was living in times where one would push wagon carts with Tauros if they were to get somewhere, and their homes and structures were built from wood of the nearby forest, or heavy stones on the beaches of the ocean. Their town was flooded with large huts where one citizen could enter and discuss with large groups of members of the village issues, facts, or interesting news. Each of these huts was specially conducted for one subject, such as art, music, politics, or social lounging. It was an ingenious idea formulated from the mind of Serebeth’s founder, Joseph Celenburg, who carefully watched over the village in his two-story cabin in the center of Serebeth.
However, Joseph was too caught up in maintaining the city and the discussion huts at the same time, so he hired a handful special officers known as administrators, who roamed the town to search for any troubling activity, or to set any messy situation straight for Joseph. The administrators were very talented at their assignments, and took pleasure in keeping Serebeth safe for everyone. However, there came an age upon Serebeth that took its toll over the citizens. Rumors from other villages spread through the wood, and to the ears of the citizens. Word came that traitors were revealing themselves among their peers, or were being tried for certain purposes.
Once news of this malevolent force made way to Joseph, he soon had deciphered and come to a realization of the evil. No sooner than he had received word of the force, huts within the city were being set aflame. Members were being insulted and badgered. Some huts even had preserved canned ham that was most disgusting, tiling wooden floors. Yes, Joseph and many of the administrators discovered that there was only one evil capable of such cruelty: the Noob.
Noobs were passed down through legend as servants of darkness, who pledged themselves to the terrorizing or badgering of fellow beings. They were granted with powers to burn things, summon saturated ham patties at their will (also known as the cursed meat of the Spam Grumpig), and to release extraneously annoying noises that sometimes formed into words. The Noob had not been a plague of the village in nearly a century, but it seemed that somehow they had reproduced their race and were again free to walk the earth. There were several prices to pay for practicing Noob-craft, and depending if you were a full-fledged Noob, or an ignorant person experimenting with their dark magic, you would be sentenced to a trial. And so began the age known as the Serebeth Noob Trials.
One day, a bright young lad named Braxton O’Burke was roaming the cobblestone plaza of Serebeth, with a Pokémon known as Umbreon that was slender like a cat, covered in a pitch-black coat of fur, and with gold rings imprinted on its limbs. It wagged its bottlenose shaped tail back and forth as it walked, staring down the streets with its great, scarlet eyes. Braxton felt the warm sun shining on his face pleasantly as he looked around for the nearest art hut. Finally, around the corner, he and his Umbreon, as it was called, discovered an art display hut that was sure to be full of fellow artists showing off their works and others criticizing or commenting on pieces. He held a portrait of his Umbreon in his left hand, carefully colored with oil pastels that seemed to make the Pokémon come right off of the canvas.
When he stepped to the front door of the hut, he expected to hear booming voices of laughter and clapping, but instead, heard only silence. Then, he heard a great collapsing beside him on the ground. Umbreon let out a small bark as Braxton turned around. A young lad about the same age as he was lying on the stones and had apparently tripped. His black hair was sprawled across his face, and a patch in his wool pants was torn. He had an abnormal paleness to his face, and was breathing heavily, looking up at Braxton. The other boy lifted the pale one to his feet, and he dusted himself off.
“Thank you,” the strange boy muttered, not looking directly into Braxton’s eyes. “What’s your name?”
“Well, I am Braxton. Quite a nasty fall you had there…were you in a hurry?” he asked.
“Oh, no…I just seemed to…er…slip on the stones there.” Braxton looked to the door.
“Well,” Braxton started. “It seems no one came to the meeting…would you like to…?”
Braxton turned around, but had found that the odd boy had fled. He looked around the square, but did not seem him anywhere.
“Oh, well,” he sighed. “I suppose we can hang this painting up next to the others, eh Umbreon?”
The Pokémon growled and nodded in approval. Before he opened the door, Umbreon cast one scanning glance out to the crowds in Serebeth, and without haste, followed its master inside the hut.
At that moment, they were hit with an overwhelming smell of rotting meat. It was most pungent and distracted the boy and his Pokémon for a moment. When they opened their eyes, they were instantly met with the sight of bleeding meat all over the floor. It made them both gasp a horrible breath of dark surprise, and thoughts began moving wildly through their heads.
“Oh, yuck! ‘Tis Spam, Umbreon!” Braxton cried, while the Pokémon tried to gasp from the disgusting fumes. “A Noob has been here!”
Before they could dash away, someone opened the door from behind. It was one of the administrators! She wore a flowing, black cloak and a long silver necklace that held the letter “S” against a cross. She gasped louder than they, and she pointed a finger accusingly at Braxton. He did find himself in a very bad predicament indeed. From the outside, a green, bug-like Pokémon with razor sharp blades for arms stumbled into the room, whizzing its wings furiously, its sharp teeth showing. The Scyther sent a crawling fear up Braxton’s spine, and Umbreon growled.
“Mistress Dragonfreel!” he cried, a look of pure innocence on his face. “I walked in and found this hut in a terrible condition! A Noob has tainted this place!”
“How DARE you lie to an admin!” Mistress Dragonfreel yelled. “And to think that all this time, you were right underneath my nose, wreaking havoc! Oh, won’t Master Joseph be delighted to hear that I found one of the cretins!”
She moved forward toward him, stepping across the nasty meat. The Scyther followed her, and it leered at Umbreon with an utmost look of distaste.
“Braxton Connor O’Burke!” She cried, pointing a finger at him. “I accuseth thee of being a Noob!”
Through the past several days, Braxton was locked up in a dungeon cell in the basement of town hall, where he stood behind bars, starving, and waiting for his oncoming trial. It seemed terribly hopeless that anything would save him. Umbreon was confiscated and put away in a Pokémon Orphanage, where they hoped to rid the black Pokémon of its so-called “black magic.” When trial day did come, every minute he spent in the court aggravated and tore at him. When he denied of being a Noob, he was locked up once more and brutally tortured until a confession winded from him.
At his last trial, a VERY curious acquaintance made their appearance at the courthouse: the pale boy. With a very demonic and devilish smile, he recounted false events that eventually led up to his alleged running away from Braxton the Noob, to warn administrators and villagers of his presence. Without question, Joseph Celenburg himself sentenced Braxton to be banished to the Forbidden Cave of Death, where he would rot until his bones were eaten by vermin.
Braxton was indeed lost to the false accusations of being a Noob, and met up with criminals in the cave that were also banished from Serebeth, such as the legendary pirate, Captain Specter Eon. For years, they attempted to find a way out of the cursed cave, but other than resorting to the craft of the Noobs, they were stuck there for eternity.
Braxton was not the only one to be accused as a Noob, and soon, dozens and dozens of people were being sentenced to death or the Forbidden Cave, and there was nowhere in Serebeth where one could be social or express opinion or comfort without charges being brought against them. Many were even tested with sorts of events as the following: tossing Noobs over a cliff to see if they were able to stack Spam at the bottom and climb their way up, throwing them into the frigid river to see if they smoked, and being placing them in an isolated room with an ADHD victim to see if they interacted.
After backstabbing years of those deaths, Serebeth was rid of the Noobs, although there were barely any citizens left to celebrate. Over the course of the next century, Serebeth had reconstructed policies and laws, and also reconstructed its figure. Travelers soon came and made families there with their Pokémon, and once again, Serebeth was in the times of golden happiness again.
To this day, Serebeth dares not to look back at the horrible past of the Noob Trials, but looks forward to making sure every member of the village was safe and comfortable with their environment. Noobs that still existed in those days did not venture near the Forbidden Cave or Serebeth, for fear of their doom and undoing. Some even relinquished their religion, and became whole once more, but were forced to attend exorcism ceremonies to rid them of their leftover darkness. For Joseph’s ancestors, they hoped nothing but the best for Serebeth, giving all what they deserved, whether it was a reward to a hero, or giving a delinquent punishment. Administrators also remained in order, and it seemed once more, the village of Serebeth would indeed be happy again...until the next set of trials arose.
