Writing The Secret: The true story of Wabbufett: - Chapter 2 is up! Must Read!

[Daren]

"It's tail holds a secret, that is why it tries to keep it hidden" -Wobbuffet's Pokedex entry

Prologue:

That peaceful autumn morning the crystal blue sky was like a calm sea. The breeze whistled like the wake of a wave and the Starly, Staravia, and Staraptor bobbed up and down like dolphins in this ocean above the land. The sun shone like that glistening sea shell that lay embedded in the sand in the deep of the waters. Tranquility sailed like a boat across the sky, following the retreating moon, as it was still but early morning.

Yet something broke the silence. It came like rough storm clouds gathering over the seas. Like the mast of a pirate ship, whipping in a harsh gale. It darkened the deep blue color and turned it to a murky green. As it came, the birds inhabiting this sea fled in different directions, seeking some remain of the tranquility that had been destroyed. The great, angry voice of thunder filled the chaos of the brewing storm.

The fear-striking face of a feline rose into this sea. The face was made of a thick fabric, and helium filled the hollowness within. It rose gently, but the way the claws were poised by its cheeks and the way the wind whipped at its whiskers seemed to demonstrate malevolence. Strong, taut ropes connected the large head to a large basket, in which four figures stood, their faces towards the oncoming wake of the wind.

The apparent leader of the group was snapping orders, or perhaps she was dealing punishments, it was impossible to tell. The other human in the basket, a man with violet hair that nearly reached his shoulders said something snide in reply. The feline beside him, whose face obviously inspired the face of the balloon, chuckled under his breath. Whatever the cat said angered the humans and they began screaming curses at it.

The fourth figure, a blue creature with its seemingly closed eyes that saw all and the zigzag line of its set jaw, was tuning the others out, staring at the golden-crimson horizon from which the glistening seashell was rising. The creature tucked its tail between its legs, a remarkable thing it was, with two eyes that absorbed all knowledge, yet no mouth with which to share it with the world.

The pirate ship or the rolling storm clouds, whichever it may have been, continued its eastward flight across the glistening morning ocean, eyes fixed on its destination. The male figure tugged hard on a rope and the craft immediately began its descent, but the woman and feline seemed displeased with the male’s reckless angle of plunge and urged him to pull harder. The man mumbled something under his breath and did as he was told. The craft then steadied itself on the wake of the last wave in the sea, riding it down to the earth far below.

The balloon docked in a grassy clearing, surrounded by a wall of tall oak trees. A large lake sat in the center and the craft landed beside it. The whipping winds bent the tall reeds, dipping them gently into the lake. The two humans and the cat climbed quickly out of the basket in which they were riding and began setting up a crude campsite for the day. They packed with them four tents as well as anything they would need to start a fire. Having had a lot of practice after chasing the same kid around four regions for such a long time, their site was set up in a matter of minutes and the trio gathered around the spot where their campfire would be later that night and enjoyed a crude excuse for a breakfast of two rice cakes a piece.

The blue creature stood where he was in the balloon and continued gazing at the far-off horizon, which by now was a bright, blistering blue as the sun had already risen high in the morning sky. The female brought it its rice cakes, looking at it with an expression of concern. It was her Pokemon, after all, and it had been acting unnaturally for the past week and a half. The Pokemon that typically annoyed her with its ridiculous babblings had become deathly quiet and it had been watching the same position in the sky for days now.

Sighing, Jessie turned away and returned to where the others were sitting and discussing strategies. Meanwhile, Wobbufett’s eyes never quavered as it watched fixatedly the skyline beyond. What happened next occurred in a fraction of a second. The calm sea of clouds became suddenly contorted and the crimson horizon whipped feverishly. Intense pressure beat down upon the earth and even the tallest of the trees were bent low to the ground. Inside the same moment, something inside of the still, quiet, blue Pokemon burst to life. It was the cue it had waited so long for. It had begun.

 

[Daren]

RE: The Secret: A story about one of the most epic Pokedex entries ever!

Does anyone have anything to say? I'll probably continue when I get some replies.

 

[nabby101]

RE: The Secret: A story about one of the most epic Pokedex entries ever!

Wow, I don't know why noone posted yet, this story is amazing!
I love it, and I'll definetly read on.
Good job as always Daren!

 

[squirtli]

RE: The Secret: A story about one of the most epic Pokedex entries ever!

I have nothing to say that wasn't said by Nabby101.
Incredible story, Daren.

 

[Daren]

RE: The Secret: A story about one of the most epic Pokedex entries ever!

Chapter 1:

The still, calm waters of Lake Acuity never stirred; not as long as Candice, gym leader of the Snowpoint City gym, had lived. The lake was like a solid thing, its waters like the ice that surrounded the lake. Not a creature lived nor could live in the icy cold of its depths, excluding Uxie, the being of knowledge, the one whose very mind was said to hold the very waves and ripples of the lake in a vice. Even when the soft snow floated down silently to land upon the surface, not a ripple came from the spot. The flake was absorbed by the lake. It was as so that Acuity was formed; without flaw or crack, and so it was meant to remain. But things don’t always turn out the way that they were meant to.

It took Candice completely by surprise. The moment prior, she had been sitting on a mound of cool snow on a part of the bay that stood just over the frosty waters. Her thick leather boots dangled from beneath her and the toe of the boots brushed gently against the surface. The hair ties that contained her jet black curls had been removed, and her hair hung down over her face like a veil, concealing her empty expression. Her face radiated with intense boredom; a boredom that can only be cured by that magical sensation that is change. This was before it happened.

‘It’ came in the form of a small, nearly microscopic hole. It appeared in the very center of the famous lake, absorbing with incredible power all that was within reach. This hole, as it was, existed in space. The very being of space was suddenly fragmented, and all being was rushing to fill the gap. All matter was being suck as if towards a massive vacuum towards the hole.

In reality, it only lasted a fragment of a second. However, even as the fabric of space was being slowly torn apart, its partner, the forces of time, were likewise being fractured. During the elapsing period of time, mere seconds became like minutes, hours like days, and weeks like months. All of time was expanded unto the brink of shattering; but no farther. The air seemed to screech and the far off, sun-kissed horizon bent and whipped like a physical thing.

Candice struggled to hold her ground against the powerful suction, but found herself being dragged roughly across the snowy ground towards it. Her firm grasp on a large stone protruding from the earth was all that kept her from being swept away. She tried to scream but even the sound was enveloped in the black hole. Cracks began to appear in the hard-packed snow as the rock to which she held started to dislodge itself from the earth. Nevertheless, she held tight to it for dear life.

Suddenly, the silhouette of a figure appeared in the whirlpool atop the lake, its twin tails flailing as it itself was being sucked towards the seemingly endless expanse of the tiny hole. A ruby, glowing with the light that came from the being’s incredible knowledge of all things was implanted in its forehead. Never before had the glow been as blinding as now. The being was Uxie, the king of wisdom, prince of knowledge.

Candice was sure that her eyes were playing tricks on her. Recently, the spirit of the lake had been covered in a blanket of legend, portrayed as a fable. But it was all too real before her eyes, the lids of which the intense surge of the wind would not allow her to shut. The rock which she clung desperately to was less attached to the earth than to space now and the force of the suction sent stone and girl hurtling through the air towards the center of the lake.

The next instant, stretched by the fractured force of time, felt like an eternity. Yards became inches in seconds and all being was threatened to be reduced to chaos. At the last moment possible, Uxie’s majestic golden eyes, shut tight since the dawning of the century, flashed open. The result was an enormous beam of raw power from the small Pokemon, colliding with the black hole. The beam wove like a needle through the fabric of the air and sealed shut the portal.

Suddenly, the whirlpool disappeared, and all became still once more. Candice found herself sprawled out on the snowy ground near the bank of the great lake, her face pale. Her eyes were wild and burning, like one who had seen a spirit; and indeed she had. But something far worse had occurred during the age-long instant that had just passed. She had fallen under the curse, of the forbidden glare of the eyes of Uxie. She didn’t remember anything.

Everything in the world seemed anew, like a newborn child, taking its first look at the world; which, for Candice, was the dark, lightning streaked sky that loomed ominously over Sinnoh. Her first impulse was to cease the great, numbing feeling of the cold snow against her skin, the senses of which were beginning to freeze over. Wildly waving her arms, attempting madly to find some use of the appendages, she tried to stand. Her best effort, however, brought her no farther than to a sitting position, her back propped up against the rock which had saved her from certain death by the black hole.

Her new line of vision, now that she was no longer staring upwards, was the icy lake that was Acuity. Attraction and curiosity began to take their first toll on her new mind, possessing each nerve and muscle of her cranium. Crawling on her hands and knees (or rather, fumbling along) towards the bank, she reached forth to dip her fingers into the clear, crystalline substance. However, she reached too far. The soft snow beneath her knees gave sudden way and the girl found herself careening into the icy cold water of the lake.

Her young mind knew not how to swim, much less how to stand against the intense cold of the waters, and so within a few moments she had passed into a sort of half-coma state between the conscious and unconscious. She of course, couldn’t tell the difference. However, she could feel the powerful arms that wrapped around her body and pulled her out of the freezing lake.

The next thing she knew, she was coughing up sprays of water into the air and staring once again at the dark, evening sky. The next thing she saw was a small blue creature which hopped merrily into her line of vision, docking atop her forehead. Candice shrieked in alarm and jolted upwards, throwing the small Pokemon into a nearby snowdrift.

“Wynaut!!” The Pokemon screamed in terror as its head was planted unceremoniously inside the pile of snow. Candice watched the creature curiously as it frantically attempted to detach its head from the snowdrift. Not having any arms, rather, long ears to do the work, this was no easy task. So Candice did her best to aid the Pokemon in its struggles. Taking hold of its small body (Which took a number of tries as she mastered the action of grasping), she pulled. It took some time, but ultimately, the Wynaut was dislodged and sent tumbling over backwards until landing in a heap on the ground, discombobulated and disheveled.

‘I’m sorry,’ She said, or at least that’s what she would have said if she had yet learned how to talk. Regardless, the Wynaut seemed to get the message, and responded with an ‘I certainly hope so! Who do you think you are to go tossing unsuspecting Wynaut into snowdrifts?’. These words, however, weren’t not communicated through movement of the lip or vibration of the vocal cords. They came as a thought, the same way in which Candice had spoken with the Pokemon.

‘What’s a Wynaut?’ Candice asked, again telepathically.

‘Why! I’m a Wynaut of course!’ the small being replied, looking somewhat offended, ‘I can’t believe you’ve never seen a Wynaut before! Where are you from?’

Candice pondered the question, but couldn’t formulate an answer. She had some vague trace of something that might answer the question, but it was too obscure to grasp.

 

[nabby101]

RE: The Secret: A story about one of the most epic Pokedex entries ever!

Wow.
That is all I can say.
You are an amazing writer Daren. Amazing.

 

[Daren]

RE: The Secret: A story about one of the most epic Pokedex entries ever!

Thanks Nabby Anyways, here's Chapter 2: I know it's a little short but this is just a fun story so,

Jessie, James, and Meowth sauntered along the dusty road, panting heavily as they went. All except for the faint blue blur in the distance, somewhere in the depths of the raging sandstorm of the desert, they were alone. They had been wondering for hours now and felt as if every muscle in their bodies would simultaneously fall to pieces were they to take another step deeper into the wasteland.

The blue blur ahead of them was Wabbufett. He was moving at a more than steady, almost mechanical pace, although, thanks to his four legs, waddling would probably be a more appropriate term than walking. Far behind him sauntered his former comrades but he made no move nor had any intention on slowing his pace or allowing them to catch up. It was not that he no longer enjoyed the company and companionship of Team Rocket, but he knew that he had a higher duty to serve, and for that all other duties needed to be left behind.

The call which was beckoning him seemed to draw his soul in the direction of the far off horizon. With each step it grew stronger, and already he was holding his tail high, the time for which had come. All Wabbufetts had a deep, internal organism which prepares them for this moment, awaited for by all them all. No one had told them of words of it, and many had been born, a young Wynaut, without ever even seeing another of its kind. Yet, the knowledge of the grand occasion was implanted in every heart, and now all were moving towards it.

Now, Wabbufetts are usually classified as rather dumb creatures, and there is no reason why they should not be. They are typically known to be carefree and naïve and rarely take the time to look about them before they slam into a brick wall; or a blue one. The particular Wabbufett which we have been following across the desert never saw it coming, and it is unlikely that the Wabbufett which came from its left flank saw it either. Regardless, both fell the ground in a heap upon collision and lay there in a daze for a few moments.

These few moments which it took for both Pokemon to regain their wits and composure was enough for the Rocket trio to catch up to the spot. They were surprised to find the two Wabbufett sprawled out on the dusty, sandy earth neither moving and their breathing soft like one asleep.

“Do you think they’re unconscious?” James asked, examining the figures.

“No, I down’t tink so’,” Meowth replied, “Look, they’re gettin’ up!”

The two Pokemon were indeed rising to their feet, exchanging some talk which seemed to the humans as incoherent blabber. They started by brushing themselves off, followed by a brushing of one another, and ended with a second brushing off of one’s self. Team Rocket just stared on in confusion.

“What are they saying, Meowth?” Asked Jessie.

“Yeah, um, well, I tink’, um…” Meowth stuttered, “I have no idea.”

“What?” Exclaimed the other two in unison, “I thought you could speak Pokemon!”

“Yeah,” The cat Pokemon replied hotly, “I can speak Pokemon, but they ain’t speaking Pokemon, I tink their speakin’ a language all their own, Wabbufett language or somethin’,”

Suddenly, the conversation was dropped and the six Rocket eyes locked on the scene before them. Likewise, the eyes of the two Wabbufett were locked on one another’s and there was a reaction between the two, something unexplainable, romance, in the air. The three Rocket jaws dropped. The cherry red lips of the second Wabbufett gave everything away. The newcomer was a she Wabbufett, and the first Wabbufett was in love.

Team Rocket watched in disbelief as the two Wabbufetts continued their babble talk, making odd gestures, and motioning towards the far off horizon. Then, the former rocket Wabbufett turned toward his old comrades and spoke some words far from understandable to Jessie and James. They looked to Meowth for aid.

“Okay, this is more like it,” the cat Pokemon said, nodding, “Wabbufett is speakin’ Pokemon now, so I can understand wut’ he’s sayin’. Wab’ says dat’ this here Wabbufett’s name is Wabbly and she is going to come with him on his way to the “Finishing Point”, and he wants us three to go back.”

“What… you mean, he’s leaving?” There was pain in Jessie’s eyes as she spoke. Meowth nodded towards the ground. James followed Meowth’s gaze. Wabbufett’s eyes locked on Jessie’s blue ones and the two shared a long stare. Then Wabbufett leapt into the air and wrapped his arms around her waist in embrace. She returned the gesture with more than a few tears on her cheeks.

Then, with one last cry of his name, as Pokemon language goes, the Pokemon which Jessie had accidently traded her Lickitung for in the lottery that many years ago, was gone. He was waddling away into the distance, with Wabbly beside him, the two in perfect sync.

“Well…” James said after even Wabbufett’s silhouette had vanished into the distance, “I guess we go back to… well… not much.”

Jessie nodded, and after one last look at the place where they had last seen the Pokemon standing, they turned on their heels and began their journey in the opposite direction.