The Silver Pendant - Lugia TFï»¿Giuliano was sitting along the side of a lake one day, nothing better to do. He wanted to have some peace and quiet to himself, and this was one of his favourite places to go and relax. He often pictured it as a place out of a fantasy story - untouched by modern times, as if frozen in time, the waters always pure.He let out a soft sigh as he looked at his reflection, wishing to himself that he could spend a bit more time here, or at least be able to go elsewhere that was peaceful, to get away from city life. He looked at his watch and checked the time, seeing that it was nearly 3pm. As he got up to leave, he heard a splash from behind him, something landing near his feet."What's this?" He asked himself as he bent down to pick up the object that landed in front of him - it was a small, pendant like object, with what looked like a silvery flame burning inside a small 'bubble."Huh..." He picked it up, looking over the object - there was a certain mystical feel to it.
Dream Request: Origin of EnmosI'm going to be completely honest with all of youI'm tired as hell right now. Dream requests force me into having to wake up five hours after having first fallen asleep in order to drop my psyche into the actual dreaming state, so I usually end up getting a fair amount of sleep deprivation if I stay up too late. Long story short, I'm not going to be able to do these every day. Now, that doesn't mean that it'll be a rare occurrence. I'm hoping to do somewhere around 2-3 a week (unless I get used to it of course).Ah, I'm probably boring you, so I'm not even going to bother explaining my position as a lucid dreamer again. If you're reading this and don't know what I'm talking about, go to another one of my dream requests, like Zoroark or the dragon, and it'll give you a rundown. Now, without further adieu, I bring you the Origin of Enmos, the Nidodragon
Humid air funneled through the rattling iron vent in the center of the cell. My past was washed away by the multitudes of dr
Motherly Love - Riolu TFIt was a quiet, early spring morning in Jubilife City. The town was unusually busy this time of the year. This was due to the fact that trainers from the Unova region were making their way through Sinnoh, bringing new Pokémon with them to impress everyone. A few of the trainers even stopped by the Trainer's School. Even though they didn't really need any nw training, some of them always wanted to check the facilites that Sinnoh had to offer. Speaking of Trainer's School, this story revolves around a little kid who is currently taking courses there, and how his life would be forever changed from this day on.In a house near the outskirts of the city, a young boy was waking up from his sleep. Well as much sleep as he could get anyway, as for the last hour or so the only sounds that he heard was of his parents continious arguing. It was pretty much the story of poor 12 year old Mark's life. The relationship that they had had been somewhat rocky, even before they moved to Jubilife, th
Draconic Embrace- Charizard TFIt was a quiet, peaceful night as Peter, a Pokémon trainer, was sitting back against the side of his house, looking up quietly at the stars. He let out a soft sigh of content as he gazed up at the night sky - after spending so long travelling it was good to take a break every once in a while, and he was pretty sure his Pokémon agreed with him there."Perhaps I should call one of them out." He wondered aloud, standing up as he went into his house to check on his team.He quickly scanned over his Pokéballs, considering which one he ought to take with him outside. Clearly not Espeon; they weren't night loving creatures. Aerodactyl was worn out from the flight back home, so he thought that it was probably already asleep. Gabite and Luxray were possibilities, but they'd spent a lot of time wandering the forests earlier. He considered the final two, but decided that Nidoking could wait until later. Charizard rarely got a chance to just come out and relax, and it had definitely
Hadou's Rise - Dream TFSo far, my requests in dreams have only been combat training based, rather than story creation. Honestly, I'm a bit worried, as my past stories left scars in my mind, but there is absolutely no chance of me simply practicing combat with no aim. No, I could not bear to live like that; I'm proud to say that I'll be starting a two-phase dream request made by the first author I had ever read on this site, Werechu.Unlike my combat tests, a story-based dream requires quite a sum more planning to assure that it can stabilize in the dream world. After all, it requires that I create the entire world and all of its situations before I actually get to them, where as a combat dream can have me imagining things as I go, so last night I spent about an hour just prepping all of this to make sure I know where I'm going.Another difference comes in my language use; when I'm simply testing my abilities, I can use whatever lexicon I want, whether I go into a true dramatic voice, or whether I speak in co