World Breaking

[Razor Shiftry]

finaly, my RPG starts!

The Rules
No ‘bunnying’ unless permission is granted
no God-modding
no posts shorter than 10 lines although i am expecting posts on average to be about 1 page on MS word
please warn in the beginning of your RPing posts if its violent/gory/seriously sexual
good/advanced English please
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have fun

IC:
‘The world breaking’ I thought to myself with a wistful sigh. I shifted the weight of my backpack as I continued to stroll quietly down the weathered path. I was heading west on the route south of the mysterious Mt Pyre, resting place of the souls of pokemon in Hoenn. The sky above glimmered with scattering light as the morning sun stretched its arms of light across the pokemon world. Who would think that the breaking ever happened? But I knew it had.

I glanced southwards and saw a line of dark ominous storm clouds. Nowadays, those clouds were always down there; dark, terrifying horrors which lay to anyone who ventured south. And to the northwest, pure clear sky except from a tall plume of ash from the active mount chimney; glaring down with no hope of shade, burning everything in its gaze. Thankfully, I was walking along what was now known as the ‘green belt’ in Hoenn, an area between the harsh north and the stormy south where weather was normal and the fresh air made even the most down person giddy to be alive. In fact, I surmised, I could almost forget the war of the titans. I stopped for a moment to let my eyes drink down the life that the world held, the steaming fauna from the early midsummer morning and the chattering of various birds in the scattered trees around. In the distance, I spotted a flock of Taillow fly up into the sky.

Behind me, I heard a little playful bark. I turned around and smiled at the cute sight. My newly caught, or more like adopted, Vulpix had found a feather and was curiously playing with it. I stifled a laugh.

‘Come on Tales, lets keep moving’, I affectionately called to the little fire fox by its nickname. The little reddish creature looked up at me blankly before yipping and bounding after me and leapt up at me as I carried on walking.

I was on my pokemon journey to train my pokemon. Only a few months after my 16th birthday, leaving school and travelling the new world that awaited me. Sadly, there weren’t many gyms for me to challenge but I still felt the urge to travel and experience the wonders that Hoenn held. I felt like I had a connection to this place which is why I didn’t take a ship to Kanto or anywhere else. My dad wasn’t too happy though. For years, the west had been completely ravaged by two powerful titanic pokemon. Not many people liked talking about them. Kyorge, the leviathan beast who in myths and legends of the great past created the oceans of the world and great storms, roamed the southern ocean in watery fury. In the northwest, a behemoth monstrosity charged through the scorched landscape with an unquenchable anger to everything, especially to its rival. Basically, avoid them at all costs unless you want to die.

A few years ago, Hoenn tried to fight and calm the pokemon but all that happened was a great loss of life for humans and pokemon alike. It was on TV. I saw a clip of a rocket being fired at this colossal red coloured beast. The rocket hit it full on in its side and there was an explosion but it barely seemed to phase it. Then it roared. I could remember the TV shaking like it was in an earthquake from the deafening sound. And then the clip died as it attacked the camera man and his platoon.

Back in reality, I spotted a little river with a waterfall coming over the top of a little cliff making a crystal-clear pond. We were on the Cliffside someway higher than the pond so it would take a little while to get down there. I could feel the day was going to be a hot one and as Tales and me neared it; I debated on whether or not to rest there for the middle of the day. We hadn’t come across many pokemon on our walk from mount Pyre and this place looked like a great place to train as many pokemon would quite likely come here to drink the water.

‘You know what Tales, I think we should stay here for a few days and explore and train up a bit, we haven’t really stopped and enjoy ourselves for a while have we?’ I looked at my baby pokemon who merely wagged her tails merrily and skipped ahead of me, curiosity leading her off somewhere. I shook my head with a smile on my face and continued on.

A little while later, I found a small track leading through some flora which arrived at the river. There was a little bank of pebbles and on my right; I could hear the faint sound of water crashing on rocks up the valley where the waterfall was. The water was a darker blue here where the channel deepened and flowed swiftly towards the sea. I could see a couple of dark shadows under the water of various pokemon living in the water.

I took out my 4 other pokeballs from my pocket and released the pokemon inside them. Instantly, a Wingull, pale white and Azure blue glided across the refreshing river, his wing feathering the water a bit.

‘Well go on guys, go and relax a bit and chill out. We’ll train in a bit after I set up camp ok? Oh, and watch out for Tales ok? You know how she is being a baby and all. Don’t lose her ok guys?’ my remaining three pokemon looked at me understandingly and nodded. Tales, sitting down next to me looked at me quizzically before leaping off to stare in the water intriguingly. Banana, my Dad’s old weathered Tropius lumbered over, watching the youngster like a parent. Seth, my Shiftry sneakily whirlwinded some water into Flo’s face. As usual, she went into a rage and effortlessly slid into the water before winding up her two tails into a propeller and maing a jet of water smash into my grass pokemon’s face. I laughed as I walked up the bank to find a suitable place to set up camp. Even through all the troubles of the world, life seemed good.

 

[Legend]

I awoke with a start after another nightmare. I'd been having quite a lot of those lately. I brushed my blond hair out of my eyes, where it had settled to keep me asleep despite the rising sun, and sat up, hoping against hope that today would be better than the last few thousand days since my entire life had changed. It didn't seem to be.

I was lying against a tree on the edge of the small forest that I stayed in. I slept close to the edge so I could have a good view of the next day, and in particular, the dark storm clouds that marked where the War of the Titans was taking place. The fact that clouds were not gone was enough to ruin a perfectly good day, but I'd become used to the disappointments of living through the end of the world, and living in the beginning of the next.

My two Pokemon were sleeping next to me. Weather was the larger of the two, and, even in sleep, had changed to his “Sunny Mode,” where his head had been surrounded by an orange sun-like shape, and he began to use powerful fiery attacks. Or, that was the idea in theory. In reality, I'd bet a Magikarp could beat Weather into a bloody pulp by jumping on him too roughly.

Meanwhile, Gloom, my other companion, lay against me. Gloom looked like another weak Pokemon, to those who didn't know her, because of her miniature size. She'd not grown properly when she had evolved from an Oddish, and the result was a Pokemon with all of Gloom's features and all of Oddish's size. However, Gloom had still had the experiences of a wild Pokemon that Weather lacked, and she was quite a powerhouse.

I picked her up, ignoring the stench that emanated from the flower. If I had one talent, it was that I was used to the stench. I set out into the bright day, looking for more berries to feed the three of us. My pockets were running empty, and I didn't want to waste my reserves until I absolutely had to.

I retreated deep into the forest, and found, much to my amazement, several berry trees. I began grabbing at them, tossing some to Weather but devouring the rest. I ignored the bitter aftertaste each one carried, I was too hungry to much care.

By this point, Rose had woken up too, and I began to personally feed her the berries that were left over. There were plenty, and even when all three of us had had our fill, and I'd picked off all the reserves I'd need for later, there were still lots of berries. I'd have to remember this area.

I left the forest, and turned my gaze out to the path leading south away from Fortree. It could hardly be called a path anymore, so few people used it that now I could only find it if I looked really carefully. Grass had reclaimed most of it, along with a few of the blue flowers that grew along this area.

Today, though, something unusual was happening. A procession of people, in a few caravans, were heading southward, away from Fortree. Nobody had moved this much since the Breaking...

I watched them follow the path, and decided that I'd see where they were going. They weren't near a city, so they would be in less danger if the War of the Titans moved up towards us, as I rather feared.

I crept behind them, wondering where'd they'd lead me. After all, it was about time I left Fortree. It had become routine, in its own way.

 

[Instant..123]

"Nyaaa!"

I awoke to the sudden noise. I saw a small, pink figure jumping around my feet, and realized it was Sammie, my sister's Skitty. I glanced at the digital clock on my right - it was 8:03. Letting out a yawn, I got out of bed and proceeded to make it, with Sammie bouncing out of the door.

"Another day during the end of the world," I sighed.

"Balthier! Are you up? Come have some breakfast!" A familiar voice called out. It was Grandma Leslie. Even though she wasn't really my Grandma, she might as well be.
"We're having pancakes!" Granda Leslie's real grand daughter, Monica, added.

I lived in a small house, albeit bigger than most others, on Mossdeep with my father, my close friend Monica and her Grandma. Monica and I have been friends since Pre-School. She's my age, and has long, black curly hair, with reaches her elbows. She's tall and slim, and very pretty. She is very caring, but she's not that bright. Grandma Leslie is around 68. She is plump, of medium height and has grey, curly hair usually worn in a bun.

After breakfast, I put my necklace containing my Gardevoir's pokeball on, and I started making my way to the PokeCenter, where my father, who is very ill, is being cared for. They're not sure what he has yet. Curious, I looked to the West. Even from Mossdeep, large, dark stormclouds and extreme light were visible from the very far west. Then, memories from the break slowly crept into my mind.

"Aargh." I thought, coming back into reality. I promised myself that for at least one day I wouldn't think of the break. But who could forget. Still, the terrible titans rage war. I remember from the books my teacher used to read the class when I was young - Groudon, the creator land; the red beast that could create mountains and desserts, and Kyogre, the creator of the sea: the blue beast which created tidal waves and massive rain clouds. The two had battled before, and they had both took to sleep. But, during the break, the awoke, and continued their cataclysmic battle.

"Altaria!"

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud cry. I was a few meters away from the PokeCenter.

"Taria!"

Hearing the cry again, I looked up. There, flying above my head, I saw an Altaria. I looked closely and I saw that it had a letter attached to it's leg. I also noticed it's tail. It was way longer than the usual Altaria. I watched closely as it headed to the Space Station. It looked very familiar, but I couldn't figure out where I've seen before. Then I realized it was mother's.

I hastily ran to the Space Station, waiting for the fluffy, blue bird to land.