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This is a serious revise, so don't expect the same story line.
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Dedicated to; Everyone that is in the WC.
Thanks guys.
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Tables of Contents
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-Prologue (original post)
-Preview of Chapter 1 Post #24
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-Prologue
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The young Rapidash was stumbling to get herself to the edge of the rock face. She knew she had twins on the way, and didn’t want to have them in the open, where the herd could possibly attack them. She stumbled, and fell, into a small area of moss on the large rocks that she stood on. In extreme pain, the mother was about to give birth. She waited, very painfully, and patiently for the young ones to emerge from her. As she waited, she heard the herd moving towards her. She began to impatiently push. The hoof beats began to grow louder and louder, when she saw them! Then they took a sharp turn, and gallivanted back into the forest. She gave a quick sigh of relief, and then began to continue giving birth. She was not expecting what would come next. The one youngling that would change her life forever, the youngest of the twins, the one different one.
The forest was quite when the youngest Ponyta opened his eyes. Nothing in sight, not even a small little Pidove chirping in the trees above, so he gathered to his feet. He then learned that walking was hard stuff, falling to the ground, with a loud grunt. He looks around, and notices his mother is nowhere in sight! He quickly tries to gather to his feet again, this time with a little more success. He stood for only about a minute, before falling, this time with no more than a little grunt. The young Ponyta was learning quickly, he gathered to his feet for his third time, and this time he could stand! He tried to move, but fell on his face with a very large and loud grunt. He tried yet again; not knowing what was in for this second try. He fell, almost too fast for him to understand. He’d fallen down the hill to his left, landing on the large moss patch below with a loud squeal. He quickly got up, and with the third try, and a lot of work, he was finally able to run. It’d been 6 hours of trying, failing, and resting to get himself on his way to finding a herd.
He gallivanted through the forest as fast as he could. Finding small patches of grass that looked yummy, so the young Ponyta tried to eat one. It tasted really bad. The young one was running when he ran into a hard brown tall thing. He thought it to be another Pokemon, but learned that this Pokemon didn’t move. That this Pokemon was very large and hard, so he then used his only attack Ember! The Pokemon didn’t even seem to flinch, he was so dumbfounded. He was extremely proud to know that he did damage. He wanted to do more, so he used Stomp. The attack he just barely seemed to learn. The Pokemon didn’t even move, or flinch, or do anything. He wondered if he was just wasting his time? He just left because he was confused. The young Ponyta had learned that the large brown Pokemon wasn’t any fun to try to play with.
The small Ponyta had an instinct to use stomp on the rocks. He soon found that it would get rid of that annoying pain in his hooves. It seemed annual for it to happen, and what getting seriously annoyed by the constant pain. When he'd find himself faced with a large rockface, that seemed just the slightest bit possible to scale, which was all of them, he tried to climb! Several times he'd have been successful if it wasn't for him not having fingers. He would slip from a few feet above ledges, or the ground. He never gave up, until the one day when he was too determined to scale a straight rockface! He jumped unto it, with boundless energy, and seemed that nothing could stop him from the top. Until his mind turned, he then fell, and had a swift change in mood!
He had wanted to climb, but his gut told him no! He followed his gut, and ran from the spot. When he got a good distince away he heard the howls of Houndooms and Houndours. Even though he had no way of reconizing them he somehow knew that they weren't good guests. He turned tail and ran as fast as his muscular legs could carry him! He bounded through the woods, hurtling over the rocks and a few fallen trees. He found his way to an open rock covered in moss. He quickly fell asleep by the river that was running through the back end of the rock. He heard the quitet rush of the water. He also heard the chirping and singing of the Kricitunes, and Kricketots communicating with one another. He heard the gentle fall breeze, and the cry of the Sawsbuck directing his herd through his bedding area.
He awoke the next day to the seaemingly loud crash of a rock. He then saw a huge Primape sitting above him, he seemed to be rageful, and must've wanted to kill him. Because the next thing it did was punch the youngling with a very bloodcurdling, and loud scream! The small Ponyta thought,
"Why would this guy battle me, doesn't he know who I am?"
He then cried very loudly "Its on, Mr. Mr.P[color=000000]issy[/color]!"
The young Ponyta used Ember, only this time it seemed to be a lot hotter, and a whole lot more powerful. He never thought that'd it almost kill the rageful Pokemon that was attacking him! He thought that it was just fainted, not in a ton of pain, on the ground!
"That's what you get for missing some of the qualitites that make us Pokemon kind, and natural to the world!" he thought out loud.
Before walking away, he spat on the motionless lump of brown in the moss bedding he had made. The spit made a loud sizzling sound, so loud that it scared some birds out of nearby trees! The young Ponyta paid no attention to the sound.
That's the story, hope you like it
Lischard:
This is a serious revise, so don't expect the same story line.
Rating Give me one!
Dedicated to; Everyone that is in the WC.
Thanks guys.
_______________________________________________________________________
Tables of Contents
_______________________________________________________________________
-Prologue (original post)
-Preview of Chapter 1 Post #24
_______________________________________________________________________
-Prologue
_______________________________________________________________________
The young Rapidash was stumbling to get herself to the edge of the rock face. She knew she had twins on the way, and didn’t want to have them in the open, where the herd could possibly attack them. She stumbled, and fell, into a small area of moss on the large rocks that she stood on. In extreme pain, the mother was about to give birth. She waited, very painfully, and patiently for the young ones to emerge from her. As she waited, she heard the herd moving towards her. She began to impatiently push. The hoof beats began to grow louder and louder, when she saw them! Then they took a sharp turn, and gallivanted back into the forest. She gave a quick sigh of relief, and then began to continue giving birth. She was not expecting what would come next. The one youngling that would change her life forever, the youngest of the twins, the one different one.
The forest was quite when the youngest Ponyta opened his eyes. Nothing in sight, not even a small little Pidove chirping in the trees above, so he gathered to his feet. He then learned that walking was hard stuff, falling to the ground, with a loud grunt. He looks around, and notices his mother is nowhere in sight! He quickly tries to gather to his feet again, this time with a little more success. He stood for only about a minute, before falling, this time with no more than a little grunt. The young Ponyta was learning quickly, he gathered to his feet for his third time, and this time he could stand! He tried to move, but fell on his face with a very large and loud grunt. He tried yet again; not knowing what was in for this second try. He fell, almost too fast for him to understand. He’d fallen down the hill to his left, landing on the large moss patch below with a loud squeal. He quickly got up, and with the third try, and a lot of work, he was finally able to run. It’d been 6 hours of trying, failing, and resting to get himself on his way to finding a herd.
He gallivanted through the forest as fast as he could. Finding small patches of grass that looked yummy, so the young Ponyta tried to eat one. It tasted really bad. The young one was running when he ran into a hard brown tall thing. He thought it to be another Pokemon, but learned that this Pokemon didn’t move. That this Pokemon was very large and hard, so he then used his only attack Ember! The Pokemon didn’t even seem to flinch, he was so dumbfounded. He was extremely proud to know that he did damage. He wanted to do more, so he used Stomp. The attack he just barely seemed to learn. The Pokemon didn’t even move, or flinch, or do anything. He wondered if he was just wasting his time? He just left because he was confused. The young Ponyta had learned that the large brown Pokemon wasn’t any fun to try to play with.
The small Ponyta had an instinct to use stomp on the rocks. He soon found that it would get rid of that annoying pain in his hooves. It seemed annual for it to happen, and what getting seriously annoyed by the constant pain. When he'd find himself faced with a large rockface, that seemed just the slightest bit possible to scale, which was all of them, he tried to climb! Several times he'd have been successful if it wasn't for him not having fingers. He would slip from a few feet above ledges, or the ground. He never gave up, until the one day when he was too determined to scale a straight rockface! He jumped unto it, with boundless energy, and seemed that nothing could stop him from the top. Until his mind turned, he then fell, and had a swift change in mood!
He had wanted to climb, but his gut told him no! He followed his gut, and ran from the spot. When he got a good distince away he heard the howls of Houndooms and Houndours. Even though he had no way of reconizing them he somehow knew that they weren't good guests. He turned tail and ran as fast as his muscular legs could carry him! He bounded through the woods, hurtling over the rocks and a few fallen trees. He found his way to an open rock covered in moss. He quickly fell asleep by the river that was running through the back end of the rock. He heard the quitet rush of the water. He also heard the chirping and singing of the Kricitunes, and Kricketots communicating with one another. He heard the gentle fall breeze, and the cry of the Sawsbuck directing his herd through his bedding area.
He awoke the next day to the seaemingly loud crash of a rock. He then saw a huge Primape sitting above him, he seemed to be rageful, and must've wanted to kill him. Because the next thing it did was punch the youngling with a very bloodcurdling, and loud scream! The small Ponyta thought,
"Why would this guy battle me, doesn't he know who I am?"
He then cried very loudly "Its on, Mr. Mr.P[color=000000]issy[/color]!"
The young Ponyta used Ember, only this time it seemed to be a lot hotter, and a whole lot more powerful. He never thought that'd it almost kill the rageful Pokemon that was attacking him! He thought that it was just fainted, not in a ton of pain, on the ground!
"That's what you get for missing some of the qualitites that make us Pokemon kind, and natural to the world!" he thought out loud.
Before walking away, he spat on the motionless lump of brown in the moss bedding he had made. The spit made a loud sizzling sound, so loud that it scared some birds out of nearby trees! The young Ponyta paid no attention to the sound.
That's the story, hope you like it
Lischard:
