Texas Ranger
07-02-2007, 02:57 AM
This fan-fiction has been rated PG-14 by the Author (A moderator may and probably will override and change this rating) for LAnguage, Violence and Gore, Gory parts will be flagged and the story will progress normally if the gory parts are skipped Anyway, enjoy the fic!
Prologue: A Consequential Purge
There once were two powerful civilizations in a virtually perfect landscape. These civilizations were governed by two powerful legendary Pokemon - a Pokemon who was of the sun itself and made the crops grow and the other of the water that was required for life itself.
Peace reigned near a millennium until one day when the two legends were disappointed by the humans’ distrust of each other and their lack of contact. The legendaries threatened the people to be kind to each other, to tolerate each other, speak and learn... or they would forsake their civilizations and the valley would fall to waste.
The people ignored the Legendaries' plight and they continued in their ways of ignorance. The Legendaries, one day, flew off to another land and, as predicted, the land fell into a state of decline, green plains slowly transformed into barren wastes where not a grain could grow, rivers and lakes turned into rolling dunes where not a drop of water could be found.
The humans of the valley blamed each other for the misfortune and went to war with each other and the war lasted nigh a century, that we know of. After that period, all records of these people were destroyed. Now all that inhabits that Waste Land in the center of the continent are Barbaric Nomadic tribes.
But there still was hope for mankind - there were other civilizations outside of the valley. These civilizations traded, learned and loved each other. A Legendary Creature also governed them; of fertility itself, Celebi. This civilization found many Pokemon, that escaped the valley and inhabited the outlying lands which border the ocean. What happened to these two desert civilizations, no one knows.
Chapter 1: Preperations
I looked out to the ocean, thinking that it might be a while till I see the majesty of the water crashing on the rocks again. Filling the last jug, I plod slowly to the fire outside my small house by the sea. It isn’t very big, but it does what I need it to do.
It is mostly made of wood, concrete and stone; the wood is stained green by the salt from the spray of the ocean, mixed with the smoke carbon from the fire. The flooring on the bottom floor is dirt mixed with carpet, on the loft is just barely smooth wooding. The house looked like a solemn monument, on its lonesome on the cape, at least a mile or two away from the town of Marseille.
Marseille is a small fishing port, but big enough for a form of government and a Hinterland. Most of the main cities of the area are small city States, but no one owns or wants to own the Desert or its nomads. I decided to go on a journey of discovery to actually cross the desert to get to the other sea faring port cities faster, rather than going the safe route around the coast.
The other reason was to meet more Pokemon and expand our limited knowledge of the desert inhabitancies. We know little of the monsters and landscapes of the desert because none of us have ever met the sand people... or all that did have died.
I boiled the water that I collected from the sea, it frothed and the water and the clear salt crystals separated and I put both into their respective containers. Then I unhitched Stella, my Ponyta.
Ponyta may not fare well in the desert, but it beats walking and it cannot be beat in the mountains that surround the desert and luckily it will evolve there into a Rapidash, which fare extremely well in the desert. Being purely of fire, they need little water, unlike Ponyta or Tauros.
I tied Stella’s saddle to her back and hopped on her back. She whinnied, and I patted her head to calm her down. I had the feeling she was unsure of the expedition and frankly, so was I. I felt relieved that at least someone was thinking about our safety, even if it was a Pokemon.
I rode into Marseille, to the Blue Sea Inn, where my travelling partner, John, was waiting for me with the rest of the supplies. I confronted the inn, John and Glenna, his trusty Dodrio, fast through the desert but likely to stumble through the mountains. Luckily she doesn’t need a lot of water, because we don’t have much to spare.
John walked out of the inn with two large saddlebags, about the size of the saddlebags on Stella, and he attached them to Glenna and then inquired,
“So, Mark, are you sure we have absolutely everything we need? I just asked if they had any weapons that would be powerful enough to defend us from the human assaults of the Sand People. All I managed to get was a Rambo Gun*…”
I cut in before he could finish,
“That’s a bad thing? A Rambo Gun is a frigging over sized machine gun, a Gat if you will!”
Then he retorted,
“No, there were no weapons for you besides a puny Handgun, or a bow and arrow!”
I then replied, “Are we just going to sit here and argue or are we going to get going?”
We set out of Marseille at once and looked back at the small town, before setting off for the mountains and, eventually, the desert.
*Rambo Gun: a M60 Heavy Machine Gun, used in the movie Rambo: First Blood. (Movie Rating PG14A Canada [about PG13])
Prologue: A Consequential Purge
There once were two powerful civilizations in a virtually perfect landscape. These civilizations were governed by two powerful legendary Pokemon - a Pokemon who was of the sun itself and made the crops grow and the other of the water that was required for life itself.
Peace reigned near a millennium until one day when the two legends were disappointed by the humans’ distrust of each other and their lack of contact. The legendaries threatened the people to be kind to each other, to tolerate each other, speak and learn... or they would forsake their civilizations and the valley would fall to waste.
The people ignored the Legendaries' plight and they continued in their ways of ignorance. The Legendaries, one day, flew off to another land and, as predicted, the land fell into a state of decline, green plains slowly transformed into barren wastes where not a grain could grow, rivers and lakes turned into rolling dunes where not a drop of water could be found.
The humans of the valley blamed each other for the misfortune and went to war with each other and the war lasted nigh a century, that we know of. After that period, all records of these people were destroyed. Now all that inhabits that Waste Land in the center of the continent are Barbaric Nomadic tribes.
But there still was hope for mankind - there were other civilizations outside of the valley. These civilizations traded, learned and loved each other. A Legendary Creature also governed them; of fertility itself, Celebi. This civilization found many Pokemon, that escaped the valley and inhabited the outlying lands which border the ocean. What happened to these two desert civilizations, no one knows.
Chapter 1: Preperations
I looked out to the ocean, thinking that it might be a while till I see the majesty of the water crashing on the rocks again. Filling the last jug, I plod slowly to the fire outside my small house by the sea. It isn’t very big, but it does what I need it to do.
It is mostly made of wood, concrete and stone; the wood is stained green by the salt from the spray of the ocean, mixed with the smoke carbon from the fire. The flooring on the bottom floor is dirt mixed with carpet, on the loft is just barely smooth wooding. The house looked like a solemn monument, on its lonesome on the cape, at least a mile or two away from the town of Marseille.
Marseille is a small fishing port, but big enough for a form of government and a Hinterland. Most of the main cities of the area are small city States, but no one owns or wants to own the Desert or its nomads. I decided to go on a journey of discovery to actually cross the desert to get to the other sea faring port cities faster, rather than going the safe route around the coast.
The other reason was to meet more Pokemon and expand our limited knowledge of the desert inhabitancies. We know little of the monsters and landscapes of the desert because none of us have ever met the sand people... or all that did have died.
I boiled the water that I collected from the sea, it frothed and the water and the clear salt crystals separated and I put both into their respective containers. Then I unhitched Stella, my Ponyta.
Ponyta may not fare well in the desert, but it beats walking and it cannot be beat in the mountains that surround the desert and luckily it will evolve there into a Rapidash, which fare extremely well in the desert. Being purely of fire, they need little water, unlike Ponyta or Tauros.
I tied Stella’s saddle to her back and hopped on her back. She whinnied, and I patted her head to calm her down. I had the feeling she was unsure of the expedition and frankly, so was I. I felt relieved that at least someone was thinking about our safety, even if it was a Pokemon.
I rode into Marseille, to the Blue Sea Inn, where my travelling partner, John, was waiting for me with the rest of the supplies. I confronted the inn, John and Glenna, his trusty Dodrio, fast through the desert but likely to stumble through the mountains. Luckily she doesn’t need a lot of water, because we don’t have much to spare.
John walked out of the inn with two large saddlebags, about the size of the saddlebags on Stella, and he attached them to Glenna and then inquired,
“So, Mark, are you sure we have absolutely everything we need? I just asked if they had any weapons that would be powerful enough to defend us from the human assaults of the Sand People. All I managed to get was a Rambo Gun*…”
I cut in before he could finish,
“That’s a bad thing? A Rambo Gun is a frigging over sized machine gun, a Gat if you will!”
Then he retorted,
“No, there were no weapons for you besides a puny Handgun, or a bow and arrow!”
I then replied, “Are we just going to sit here and argue or are we going to get going?”
We set out of Marseille at once and looked back at the small town, before setting off for the mountains and, eventually, the desert.
*Rambo Gun: a M60 Heavy Machine Gun, used in the movie Rambo: First Blood. (Movie Rating PG14A Canada [about PG13])