Okay, this is my first ever fanfic. I really hope it goes well. Since I'm a rookie writer, I'm very nervous that my writing skills will make seasoned authors burst into tears, but, as I want to post, I'll take the risk. Please give me tips for improvement. This is the prologue to my story. Enjoy. But first-
*Warning: Odd, unusual, and bizzare names may be used. Proceed with caution.
*Warning- We is used with no reference to other people. Please be patient.
Prologue-
As I walked up the garden path to the story-teller’s cottage, I nearly threw up. Everything was just so cliché. I wanted to run into the house, shake that man till he screamed, and the order him to do something about his perfectly manicured lawn, and his lovely stepping stone garden path. It was straight out of a brochure made by a five-year old. All story-tellers surround themselves with these stereotypes. For example, show me a single story-teller that doesn’t smoke a pipe. Just one. Search for your entire life, and you won’t find a single one. And the worst thing is, the stereotypicalness is unnecessary. They're just stereotypical because all of the other story-tellers are. Mareep, all of them. When we take over, every story-teller will have to be original, with an original repertoire of stories, which they should already be/have. Instead of being, say, creative, they actually got together, made a list of myths, and gave each story-teller a single story, to “create more job opportunities for those who wish to tell stories.” It will be a bureaucracy by Tuesday.
What bugs me the most is that each story-teller only has a fragment of the myth I want to know about. I must have been to, what, 18 story-tellers, and I’ve barely learned a thing. I’m ready to kill the next person who annoys me in any way. Unless, of course, it’s Eta. And the only reason I wouldn’t kill her is because I’d be disowned for murdering my little sister. I can’t be disowned before I help with the whole “world-domination” thing. Because when we rule, and only when we rule, I will have the power to legally murder all who irritate me. And I need that power, because way too many people irritate me.
This was my second visit to this particular story-teller. This guy always asks “Have you ever heard of the Legend of Ancient Sinnoh?” You have to say no to enter. I learned that when I sarcastically said “Why, of course I have. I’m only here to sell a subscription to The Solaceon Times.” He slammed the door so fast and hard that it hit my unsuspecting head, and I got a concussion. Suffice to say, I didn't like him. But back to this particular visit. I walked up to the door, and knocked. He opened it with a smile. “Have you ever heard of the Legend of Ancient Sinnoh?” Okay, I know this one. “Why no, I haven’t. What is it?” He began to beam. “Step right in, sir, and I’ll tell you.” I entered, and, to my horror, saw stereotypes left and right. A stereotypical girly-girl. Some nerd boy. A dude that looks all macho and stuff. It took all of my willpower not to scream “How do you get so many stereotypes to surround you!!!” But I kept my cool, and sat down on a chair near the door, in case I needed to make a break for it.
The story-teller began smoking his pipe (I saw red), and sat by his hearth, on a stool. He puffed some smoke out of his pipe in little clouds, and then spoke. “At the beginning, there was nothing but disarray. But then, out of nothing, came the Original One.” Everyone but me stared expectantly at him. I was already bored. I’d heard it before. “Its name was Arceus, and it was, and is, the most powerful Pokémon in existence. It created the Lake Trio, to give humans their spirit, and created Palkia, Lord of Space, and Dialga, Master of Time, to keep the Universe in order. It created everything.” I braced myself for the oncoming onslaught.
-Like, no way!
-Gee whiz!
-I don’t believe it.
It was so annoying, and so predictable.
The old man smiled. “It’s true. However, Arceus was so powerful that it needed outlets for its power. It was every type at once back then. However, it separated 16 types from its body, leaving itself relatively average, which is why it is known as a Normal type. This was the beginning of types, in fact.” I heard gasps of awe all around me, but I didn’t care. Hmmmmm. It seemed that, at last, I was getting somewhere.
He kept going. “As time went on, and as more and more Pokémon species developed, Arceus grew tired of ruling. So, it planned to retire to The Hall of Origin, the place it had made for itself at the beginning of time. However, it would not leave its plates unguarded. They were too important, too powerful, to leave alone. Therefore, it found 16 powerful guardians, each one having a type corresponding to the plate it guarded, and spread them throughout Sinnoh to protect them. It then appointed Uxie as the master guardian, and gave it the power to erase the memories of those who got too close to the treasures that it had made. Arceus also, as a last resort measure, created a way to summon it back again, in case of trouble, and gave the secret to the strongest guardian of all. Then, Arceus fell asleep, and has not awakened since.”
My mind was reeling! Did these people have any idea what they had just heard? This was it!! The information we needed for our plan to be set in motion. The other three listeners were getting up to leave. “Thank you,” the three chorused. Then they left. I waited until they were gone for five minutes, staying in my seat the whole time. The story-teller was brewing tea when he looked up. “Why haven’t you left?” He looked surprised. I grinned. Maybe some would say “smirked.” “Let’s just say, I have some more questions for you.” “What-“He didn’t continue, because that was when my fist slammed into his head. He fell to the floor, the tea cup he was holding shattering. I picked him up, and then threw my Poke ball. “Altaria, come out.” There was a shower of sparkles, and then the cloud-covered bird, with its graceful yellow neck and head, flew out. I climbed onto its back, carrying the old man. I looked at his head. A lovely bruise was forming. That made me smile. It would teach him to give innocent people concussions. Then I left for home.
To be continued...with a different point of view.
*Warning: Odd, unusual, and bizzare names may be used. Proceed with caution.
*Warning- We is used with no reference to other people. Please be patient.
Prologue-
As I walked up the garden path to the story-teller’s cottage, I nearly threw up. Everything was just so cliché. I wanted to run into the house, shake that man till he screamed, and the order him to do something about his perfectly manicured lawn, and his lovely stepping stone garden path. It was straight out of a brochure made by a five-year old. All story-tellers surround themselves with these stereotypes. For example, show me a single story-teller that doesn’t smoke a pipe. Just one. Search for your entire life, and you won’t find a single one. And the worst thing is, the stereotypicalness is unnecessary. They're just stereotypical because all of the other story-tellers are. Mareep, all of them. When we take over, every story-teller will have to be original, with an original repertoire of stories, which they should already be/have. Instead of being, say, creative, they actually got together, made a list of myths, and gave each story-teller a single story, to “create more job opportunities for those who wish to tell stories.” It will be a bureaucracy by Tuesday.
What bugs me the most is that each story-teller only has a fragment of the myth I want to know about. I must have been to, what, 18 story-tellers, and I’ve barely learned a thing. I’m ready to kill the next person who annoys me in any way. Unless, of course, it’s Eta. And the only reason I wouldn’t kill her is because I’d be disowned for murdering my little sister. I can’t be disowned before I help with the whole “world-domination” thing. Because when we rule, and only when we rule, I will have the power to legally murder all who irritate me. And I need that power, because way too many people irritate me.
This was my second visit to this particular story-teller. This guy always asks “Have you ever heard of the Legend of Ancient Sinnoh?” You have to say no to enter. I learned that when I sarcastically said “Why, of course I have. I’m only here to sell a subscription to The Solaceon Times.” He slammed the door so fast and hard that it hit my unsuspecting head, and I got a concussion. Suffice to say, I didn't like him. But back to this particular visit. I walked up to the door, and knocked. He opened it with a smile. “Have you ever heard of the Legend of Ancient Sinnoh?” Okay, I know this one. “Why no, I haven’t. What is it?” He began to beam. “Step right in, sir, and I’ll tell you.” I entered, and, to my horror, saw stereotypes left and right. A stereotypical girly-girl. Some nerd boy. A dude that looks all macho and stuff. It took all of my willpower not to scream “How do you get so many stereotypes to surround you!!!” But I kept my cool, and sat down on a chair near the door, in case I needed to make a break for it.
The story-teller began smoking his pipe (I saw red), and sat by his hearth, on a stool. He puffed some smoke out of his pipe in little clouds, and then spoke. “At the beginning, there was nothing but disarray. But then, out of nothing, came the Original One.” Everyone but me stared expectantly at him. I was already bored. I’d heard it before. “Its name was Arceus, and it was, and is, the most powerful Pokémon in existence. It created the Lake Trio, to give humans their spirit, and created Palkia, Lord of Space, and Dialga, Master of Time, to keep the Universe in order. It created everything.” I braced myself for the oncoming onslaught.
-Like, no way!
-Gee whiz!
-I don’t believe it.
It was so annoying, and so predictable.
The old man smiled. “It’s true. However, Arceus was so powerful that it needed outlets for its power. It was every type at once back then. However, it separated 16 types from its body, leaving itself relatively average, which is why it is known as a Normal type. This was the beginning of types, in fact.” I heard gasps of awe all around me, but I didn’t care. Hmmmmm. It seemed that, at last, I was getting somewhere.
He kept going. “As time went on, and as more and more Pokémon species developed, Arceus grew tired of ruling. So, it planned to retire to The Hall of Origin, the place it had made for itself at the beginning of time. However, it would not leave its plates unguarded. They were too important, too powerful, to leave alone. Therefore, it found 16 powerful guardians, each one having a type corresponding to the plate it guarded, and spread them throughout Sinnoh to protect them. It then appointed Uxie as the master guardian, and gave it the power to erase the memories of those who got too close to the treasures that it had made. Arceus also, as a last resort measure, created a way to summon it back again, in case of trouble, and gave the secret to the strongest guardian of all. Then, Arceus fell asleep, and has not awakened since.”
My mind was reeling! Did these people have any idea what they had just heard? This was it!! The information we needed for our plan to be set in motion. The other three listeners were getting up to leave. “Thank you,” the three chorused. Then they left. I waited until they were gone for five minutes, staying in my seat the whole time. The story-teller was brewing tea when he looked up. “Why haven’t you left?” He looked surprised. I grinned. Maybe some would say “smirked.” “Let’s just say, I have some more questions for you.” “What-“He didn’t continue, because that was when my fist slammed into his head. He fell to the floor, the tea cup he was holding shattering. I picked him up, and then threw my Poke ball. “Altaria, come out.” There was a shower of sparkles, and then the cloud-covered bird, with its graceful yellow neck and head, flew out. I climbed onto its back, carrying the old man. I looked at his head. A lovely bruise was forming. That made me smile. It would teach him to give innocent people concussions. Then I left for home.
To be continued...with a different point of view.
