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| ;;the lunar [a one shot] | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 20 2008, 05:37 PM (381 Views) | |
| Envoy Of The End | Feb 20 2008, 05:37 PM Post #1 |
and you believe
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This is a quick fanfic I wrote in one hour in a rush. It's not that good. >.>;; --- The moon’s beams shot out across the night sky, illuminating the dim stars which hung themselves above the silvery mountain. The owls hooted their mournful cries whilst the trees rustled gently in the soft wind. The lunar was at its highest tonight. Sounds from inside the small cave scraped into the shining mountain broke the silence. A child’s cry, but with more...depth. More meaning. Travel through the breeze, blowing your hair softly, and take a look inside the cave. Small light is radiated around the cave from the newborn’s coat. It was a glimmering gold colour. Several grey adults were huddled around it, like petals around a bud. The first Mightyena sighed slowly. “It was too be expected...” he whispered in a day-dream voice, “The cub, born under the dim stars when the moon is at its highest...This means either great happiness or great sorrow...” He sunk down to the floor, depressed. Life was bad enough, what with humans around. They slaughter, slaughter and still they crave for more slaughter. Life was not fair. But this... The one next to him shrugged, feeling more uplift than the others. Forcing a smile, he said, “This could be very good news for us.” Facing the wolf-like pokemon opposite him, he force-smiled, “Elder, is there any way to tell which fate the child will bring us?” The Elder was a frail, grey Mightyena with many wrinkles around his eyes. His legs were tattered and bruised, and his deep eyes held many stories of victories and histories. Coughing, the old pokemon croaked, “The first thing he does. The first sound he makes. A howl will bring us joy. A growl will bring us misfortune.” There were some nervous shuffles from the omegas of the pack. The Mightyena who asked questioned again. “Sir, what if he...doesn’t do either of them as his first gesture?” The Elder snapped back, “Ridiculous! None of our kind have ever gone without either growling or howling as our first sound!” A soft noise was heard. Everyone’s grey heads turned towards the golden cub. It gurgled, and laughed. This was twelve years ago, on the night when the moon was its highest. The Stantler were gazing happily underneath the huge mountain. The sun was high. The fluffy clouds had separated, covering light blue patches of the aqua-coloured sky. The grass was dew-covered and luscious green. Then -- a glint of gold. The reindeer pokemon hesitated, wide-eyed and scattered. The pack couldn’t catch a moving Stantler. “You and your coat, Yemi!” snapped a female wolf, dull grey next to the shimmering coat of Yemi. Yemi stuttered,” It-It’s not my fault!”, just to have the sentence fall on deaf ears. From the edge of the cave, the Elder and the optimistic Mightyena watched, basking in the sun. They flicked their tails regularly to ward off any flies. “Looks like Kiri and Yemi failed their first hunt,” sighed the Elder, “Again.” He licked some dirt off his face. It was very hot today. The other Mightyena, whose name was Seiri, lifted his spirits. “Ah well,” he shrugged, “This is only the fifth time. Right?” The Elder shook his head, “No. The sixth. Anyway,” he croaked, “We have yet to see what Yemi will bring for us. Fortune wise.” Seiri was about to speak, when bang. A shotgun. A human shotgun. Yemi’s - and Kiri’s hearts skipped a beat. Humans. Hunters. Another shotgun sound. A bullet whipped straight past Kiri’s furry head. She almost leapt off her feet with fright. Biting Yemi as if to wake him from a trance, she skittered off into the bushes. But Yemi stared. His yellow paws felt like they were stuck to the ground. His body, filled with terror, shook violently. He was trying to run but he couldn’t. It was like a dream -- The humans, in all their weapons, advanced. One picked up a large rifle, and pointed it to the terror-struck Yemi, visible and vulnerable in the betraying sunlight. “He should fetch us a good price,” the hunter grinned, curling his finger slowly around the trigger. Seiri’s eyes opened. Yemi could not die; he could still bring luck to the pack! But this was reality - the shiny Mightyena was to die. It was not a dream. “Elder,” he whispered, in a more solemn tone, “Send my love to Kiri.” The Mightyena stood up straight, all optimism lost. He was not the foolish teen he was twelve years before. He would do anything for the pack. In a streak of grey, he vanished -- --and appeared before the dumbstruck Yemi. The shotgun fired. Birds flew out of their trees, cawing. The trees, the clouds, the wind; all seemed to stop still. The hunters picked up Seiri’s limp corpse. Kiri watched behind a bush, cowering, shivering. Tears were filling her eyes uncontrollably. Her body shook. No, no, not my dad! Yemi broke out of the dream-ish trance as he gazed on the corpse of his uncle. In the span of twelve years humans had killed his father, mother and aunt. Now they have claimed another life - the one of his uncle, whom he so dearly loved. But then he realised that this was the opportunity that Seiri had made for him. Shaking his golden head, Yemi ran, tears falling, back to the safety of the cave. The mourning of Seiri never quite finished. He was part of the pack - the heart, the soul who breathed life into the family. Without him there was no pack. Just one frail old wolf-pokemon and two inexperienced young ones. The three were silent for days. Yemi could not be the one they had hoped for, thought Elder, for he had brought only sorrow to the pack. The death of his family. Only he, the Elder, and his cousin, Kiri, stood left in the Luna Pack. It would be sad to leave this tale for a while, but it must be done. Leave the three in sorrow for one year... ...and let it pass. For now, the last event will occur. The winter snows flew around the chilly mountain which no longer gleamed silver but a solemn gray. Yemi and Kiri were hunting Stantler, covered in a white flurry. Neither of them spoke, and had spoke in a while. What was there to speak about? As the two Mightyenas successfully managed to kill some weak prey, they hauled it back to the ice-beaten cave. Where the Elder was dying. His wrinkles were relaxed on his emotionless grey face. His legs were still tattered and bruised, but always were his deep eyes holding many stories of victories and histories. He smiled. “You two are still young,” he whispered through dry lips, “You can still make it...” “Make what, Elder?” cried Kiri, panicking that the last father figure to her and Yemi was dying, “Make what?!” “A...new...family...” he whispered, and his eyes started to shut, “I trust you.” As the cold gripped onto his frail body with an icy hand, Death came, and took his soul. But again, a bullet shot though the snow. They were back. “No!” Yemi cried, “Why don’t they leave us alone?!” Another bullet. But this time the humans ran straight into the cave, leaving mud-encrusted footprints in the snow... “We’ll go for the female...” grinned one, “Wolfpokemon hunting is an art...we thought we had lost this pack cave, but no...that male last year fetched us a poor price. We need something better. A fresh, young one!” The human laughed, pulling out his rifle and pointing at Kiri. Yemi stifled a growl. He felt the dream-like sensation again, but something inside him drove it away. Rage. “I won’t let you!” he cried, then a dazzle of huge light flooded the cave... His fur rippled in the huge gust of yellow, no, golden gust. A tornado, he thought, but how? It was a thrilling sensation - rage, filled with power...then...relief. It spun and spun, and still it spun, until... It ended. For all things come to an end. Kiri, bedazzled, shook a heavy head, and beamed at the exhausted Yemi. “Oh, it is you!” she smiled, tears flooding her eyes, “You are the Luna Child!” Before the shiny Wolfpokemon could respond, Kiri had jumped over and licked him ferociously, determinedly. He laughed, and batted her off. “So,” he smiled, tired and worn out, “Where to now?” “Oh, a new pack!” Kiri beamed, “Let us go!” So they left. And the mountain, tired too, shone with silver once more. The moon’s beams shot out across the night sky, illuminating the dim stars which hung themselves above the silvery mountain. The owls hooted their mournful cries whilst the trees rustled gently in the soft wind. The lunar was at its highest tonight. Sounds from inside the small cave scraped into the shining mountain broke the silence. A child’s cry, but with more...depth. More meaning. “Oh, Yemi,” came one voice, “She’s beautiful.” “I know, Kiri,” whispered another, “I know.” --- Yes, you may recognise the female's name. |
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