The Canalave Library [Pokémon Folklore Stories!]

[Suicune's Fire]

Greetings, kind sir or madame. We duly wish you a humble welcome to...

The Canalave Library
Where the aged tales of pokémon may seek passage through the ages.


Centuries and centuries ago, when pokémon did not possess certain aspects of their modern-day refined characters, a library's door was unsealed for the first time. In the library's prime days, it was the most plentiful source of history and a suite of divine knowledge. However, disaster struck, and the library dreadfully fell to ruin.

You stand now before the mighty but incomplete incarnation of that library. The extent of its collection of ancient philosophies is merely the rudimentary knowledge that we, as a contemporary people, are aware exists about the mysteries of pokemon; these fragments of knowledge are all that remains after the catastrophe scattered the many tales that mankind had unearthed, leaving chasms of knowledge missing from our archives. This library aims to salvage that which became tragically adrift so that we may preclude legends of antiquity from again slipping into an infinite abyss.

We do implore all citizens who harbour details of such legends to emerge from the shadows and relinquish their nobly protective embrace on any knowledge they hold, so that it may take wing with the explicit intent to meet the library doors and eventually realise its place among welcoming shelves.

With the help of willing participants, our precious collection may expand in all its glory, with your name printed upon the book's spine as thanks for providing us with a piece of treasured history. Do not hesitate to share with us your erudition.


Enquiries:

(Just quietly, these folklore tales are usually written in a relatively simple form that is not full of complicated words or expressions, so it's kind of like a children's storybook. It's encouraged that they are written this way! :D)

Which type of content does the Canalave Library wish submissions to consist of?
The Canalave Library accept submissions that detail a pokémon's history, such as how a species gained an aspect of its character. For example, you may encounter a dusty book which explains the reason why a pokémon's pelt is a particular colour in the format of a narrative.

Which approximate length would be considered appropriate for each entry?
Folklore can be of differing lengths, but we would prefer that they were under 4,000 words. The minimum length is 500 words.

How should one submit folklore?
You may respond to this thread as if it were any other thread; all discussion and submissions may be posted regularly, so do not hesitate to submit a piece of lore here. All discussion on the topic of any folklore tale is appropriate inside the walls of the library. There is no need to send private messages to any of the librarians to have your submission displayed. We will also not link outside of the library, so if you wish to have your submission displayed, post it to this library and nowhere else. The address can be found by clicking "Reply to Thread" down the bottom or at the top of the library entrances.

Am I permitted to casually converse in this library?
As long as you do not shout, all conversation here is accepted, and is on the topic of submissions. The archive is in this first post alone, so do not think that it is unacceptable to communicate regularly when you submit your post, or when somebody else posts a legend you wish to commend them for unveiling.


Rules and Regulations
#1 ~ Please treat your fellow library visitor with utmost respect.
#2 ~ Please do not express unnecessary conversation that is considered jibberish or of few words. Incorporate a conscious effort when producing your language. Etiquette is preferred.
#3 ~ It is allowed that you may critique others' submissions as if you would a regular narrative.
#4 ~ You may submit an alternate form of folklore for a pokémon who has already had its tale accounted for. There are differing forms of legend, and the more adaptations we shelve, the more diversity we may have here in the library.
#5 ~ Ensure these antiquities are of your own discovery. You may not submit tales which were not founded by your hand.



**Important**
The librarians are entitled to reject a submission if it is not of proper standard. Submissions may be asked to be revised and before they are added into our archive. Otherwise, librarians shall ask permission of the submitter to edit and refine grammar and wording themselves. You agree to this upon submission.

Librarians:
Charmander009 (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/member.php?56-Charmander009)
Suicune's Fire (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/member.php?44-Suicune-s-Fire)

As you may plainly view...our collection is...lacking. We ardently await submissions...


The Canalave Library Archive:
Legends of Kanto
How Bulbasaur got its Bulb (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/showthread.php?1618-The-Canalave-Library-Pok%E9mon-Folklore-Stories!&p=31715&viewfull=1#post31715) - recovered by Bulbasaur
How Charmander got its Fire (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/showthread.php?1618-The-Canalave-Library-Pok%E9mon-Folklore-Stories!&p=26441&viewfull=1#post26441) - recovered by Charmander009


Legends of Johto


Legends of Hoenn
How Spinda got their Spots (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/showthread.php?1618-The-Canalave-Library-Pok%E9mon-Folklore-Stories!&p=26303&viewfull=1#post26303) - recovered by Suicune's Fire
How Salamence got their Wings (http://www.pokemoncrossroads.com/forum/showthread.php?1618-The-Canalave-Library-Pok%E9mon-Folklore-Stories!&p=26304&viewfull=1#post26304) - recovered by Suicune's Fire


Legends of Sinnoh


Legends of Unova


Legends of Kalos


Please do enjoy the exhibit! Thank you for visiting.

~SF.

[Suicune's Fire]

How Spinda got their Spots

One fine morning, Spinda the spinda was tottering back and forth, trying to keep her balance as she stumbled along a grassy path. She tottered left and right, and then straight for a second or two. She was used to it though, because it was normal for a spinda.

After a while, she gave a yawn and decided to take a break against a nice tree. It was fairly comfy and she felt calm and relieved to rest her sore, tired feet. They were sore and tired because of her exhausting journey to find something for her friend, Spunda. It was Spunda’s birthday and Spinda wanted to get her something pretty and worthwhile. Spanda and Spindie had already gotten her a present, a feast of berries and fruit that took them both a long time to gather. Spinda had been at the feast and ate some of the food, and after that she decided to go and look for a present because she hadn’t gotten one yet.

Up ahead were tall, brown mountains, and she could feel the air becoming warmer while she was travelling. All she had to do was pass the tall trees on both sides of the path and then she could climb the mountain, but she did not know what was on the other side.

“It sure is a nice day today,” Spinda said with a smile. She lay down and looked up at the sky as she watched the clouds blow past.

Suddenly she felt something tickle her nose. She reached up and swatted something from nearby, but it came straight back. Curious, she sat up and turned around, only to discover a red and orange flower with big petals and a long, bending stalk.

“Wow,” she said in amazement, plucking the stem from the ground. “This is perfect! I can give it to Spanda for her birthday present.”

Spinda decided to go home after that, and so she followed the path, saying hello to lots of other friendly pokémon on the way. After the long time of a whole hour, she finally arrived back at her home. She lived near some rocks that created perfect walls for houses, and the long palm leaves over the top made nice roofs.

She spotted Spanda, Spunda and Spindie throwing an oran berry between themselves and called out, “Spanda, I got you a present!”

Spanda, Spunda and Spindie ran wonkily over to Spinda, and they all looked very excited. “Oh, another present?” asked Spanda.

Spinda pulled the flower from behind her and held it out to her friend, and Spanda smiled. “Happy birthday, Spanda!”

“Thank you very much!” she cheered, but as she reached out to grab it, Spinda tottered the wrong way and fell over! She landed on the flower and quickly got up. But all the petals had fallen off, and the stem was crinkled.

“Oh no!” Spinda cried, and tried to put the petals back on. But it wouldn’t work. “I’m very sorry!” Spinda sat down and began feeling very foolish and sad for falling over.

“That’s okay,” Spanda said calmly. “It’s nice enough that you thought to get me a present.”

“I know! I can go get you another one,” suggested Spinda, and Spanda lightened up.

Just as Spinda began to feel a bit better, Spindie said, “Wait a moment!” He moved closer to the flower, picked it up in his paws, and began studying it. “This...is a Magma Daisy,” he exclaimed.

“A Magma Daisy?” gasped Spunda, surprised by Spindie’s answer. “They grow near lava, don’t they?” Spinda was ready to shake her head, because that’s not where she found hers. “Aren’t they also known as the Sacred Flowers?”

“Yes,” answered Spunda with a thoughtful face. He looked at Spinda. “Where did you get this?”

Spinda was suddenly scared because she thought she might have done the wrong thing! “I-I found it! It t-tickled my nose!”

“It’s not a good idea to go and pick another one,” Spindie said firmly. “It’s forbidden.”

“Oh,” Spunda began sadly, “but it’s so pretty...” She looked down, and Spinda guessed she was disappointed that her birthday present turned out to be something she couldn’t keep.

“We can find another present,” Spunda offered, but Spinda turned away.

“...I don’t care if I’m not allowed to!” she shouted, and everyone fell silent. “I want to pick another one for Spanda! Because it’s my present to her.”

“Spinda, no!” called Spunda. “You’ll be punished if you go near the place where the Magma Daisies grow!”

Spinda stopped, and Spanda said, “You don’t have to get me another one.”

“I want to!” snapped Spinda before she kept tottering down the path she was on earlier.


***

“It’s not fair...” Spinda sniffed, wiping her eyes with her paw. “Spunda and Spindie got Spanda a present, and I have to get her one too!” She stumbled on a rock and fell over, and she was just about ready to give up. “This is too hard... I can’t do it!” she yelled.

Suddenly she looked up, and the spinda realised something. She saw that tree. The nice looking tree she leaned against just before the Magma Daisy tickled her nose. She had made it! Spinda got to her feet and jumped for joy – but had to be careful not to lose her balance – and began tottering down the path once again, passing the tree she’d been to before.

She teetered and stumbled her way to the base of the mountain after walking unsteadily between trees blanketed with ash, and she gasped. “This mountain must actually be a volcano! One of the ones the Magma Daisies grow on, too.”

She began climbing, using rocks poking out as steps and as things to grab. She nearly slipped a few times, but quickly regained her balance and kept climbing. She stopped to rest half way up, and she couldn’t help but feel a little bit cold. “This makes no sense,” she said. “I thought volcanoes were hot.” She was warm at the same time, but she felt almost worried.

She began to feel the heat once she reached the top, and she was surprised when she saw that this volcano had rocks placed like steps leading down to a piece of ground inside the volcano, and spread in front of that was a large pool of lava. Magma Daisies were growing everywhere on the inside of the volcano, but none were in the right spot. However, on the other side of the lava was another rocky section, but there was a small ledge with three of the flowers she wanted to get. They were the only ones in reach!

Spinda felt tingles down her spine, but she was determined to find a Magma Daisy for Spanda. After all, Spanda would have done it for her...wouldn’t she?

Spinda hopped down the steps and finally reached the rocky ground, and stared out across the lava. There were stepping stones all around, and she was happy to find that they didn’t sink as she stepped on the first one. Any other pokémon would have been crazy to do such a thing, but Spinda knew that she had to do this. So she kept hopping, but at one point her foot slipped, just like when she was climbing, and she was nearly touching the lava! But she squirmed and hauled her legs back onto the rock. “Is this really worth it?” she wondered, rather frightened.

As she got to her unsteady feet and hopped to the next stepping stone, Spunda’s words repeated in Spinda’s head: “You’ll be punished if you go near the place where the Magma Daisies grow!”

And suddenly a whistling sound made her jump. She almost decided to head back and get Spanda a different birthday gift, but she had come so far, and she was only five stepping stones away from the ledge! She swallowed hard and made a wonky jump, and landed with a thump on the rock.

But then the lava jumped up and splashed her on the face, and she screamed, completely taken by surprise. It didn’t hurt that much, but it had hurt enough! She stood up and turned to the ledge again to make a final decision, but another bit of lava leaped out of the large pool and landed over her eye, and then more flew onto her ears. She roared in pain and turned back around, beginning to bound away until she was on the rock again. She backed up against the wall and touched all the places she had been struck. She yelped as she felt how painful it was, and she began to cry.

Suddenly a voice boomed, “Spinda!”

Spinda jumped out of her fur as she threw her head around, trying to find the pokémon who spoke. “W-what do you want?”

“Because of your disobedience, you and your kind will be punished with spots. Spots on your face and spots on your ears,” it said.

“But why?” Spinda called sadly, still crying.

“You were warned, but you did not listen. I, the almighty Volcano Pokémon, will give you these marks as punishment with my special lava, and as a reminder that no pokémon is to ever touch these sacred flowers.”

Spinda needed no further convincing. She scrambled up the rocks – nearly fell – and dashed down the mountain side.

She would never disobey anyone again.



~SF.

[Suicune's Fire]

How Salamence Got Their Wings

One day, a small bagon, Bagon, was relaxing by the side of a river. His brother and sister were playing a game of tag, and his parents were sitting nearby.

The small bagon waddled up to his parents and observed them. They were both very large and blue all over. Their bellies and chests were covered in long white plates, and they had strong legs and a tail. They looked very mighty and powerful, but Bagon couldn’t help but think something was missing. Something important.

“Mother, how fast can you run?” asked Bagon.

“Not very fast, dear one,” she replied, lowering her head to her child’s height.

“Father, how high can you jump?” he asked his father.

“Not very high, son.”

Bagon thought for a moment, putting a paw to his chin. “But if you can’t jump high and can’t run fast, then how do you win battles?”

“We are powerful pokémon,” his mother answered, and his father nodded in agreement.

But Bagon knew something was missing. He wanted to fly.


***

Years later, when Bagon had become a salamence, he had changed his name to Salamence and changed his look. He no longer lived with his parents or his brother or sister, and instead he lived in the side of a mountain. He had made a path with his sharp claws and thick tail, so that he could easily get to his home when he wanted to sleep.

The next day was Salamence’s birthday, and he was excited to see what his parents were going to give him. Last year he got a hat made of straw and leaves, but that had dried out and he had to throw it away shortly after. He hoped to get a (very large) boat this year so he could sail across the seas and meet new friends across the lands, but he knew that would take a lot of effort. But, since he was small compared with normal salamence, he thought it would not be too hard.

It was evening by the time salamence had eaten his dinner, and he looked at the darkening sky. “The clouds are pretty tonight,” he said to himself. The sky was pink, orange and yellow from all the clouds and their wonderful colour, and they were indeed pretty.

While Salamence was admiring the view, he suddenly caught sight of a tiny light between two clouds. He thought it was strange. “What’s that?” He frowned, squinting his eyes to try to see what was causing it. But he couldn’t identify what it was; it was simply too far away.

When he thought he wouldn’t be able to make it out, it grew brighter. He started to become a little bit scared and backed up. The light kept getting bigger, and at that point, Salamence realised that it was getting closer.

When it got close enough, Salamence noticed that it was actually a giant rock which was blazing with fire. He gasped and hid behind a large boulder along the path to his house, and there was a huge shattering noise as the meteor crashed into the ground and broke a tree or two. Salamence peered over the rock and came out from behind it. He watched as some of the meteor broke off and he saw a yellow and white head that was poking out of a yellow ball. At this he was confused; why would there be a pokémon on a meteor?

Out of curiosity, Salamence walked closer until he saw green tags on each end of the pokémon’s head, which looked like the top half of a star. He didn’t know what this pokémon was, but soon enough he would find out as the pokémon groaned and its little eyes opened.

Showing his bravery, Salamence stood firmly and looked at this creature again, and its body uncurled from the ball it was before. Now it was a little white body with arms and stubby legs. “Hello, there,” Salamence said slowly, and the pokémon began floating, and it smiled.

“Hi!” she replied, moving through the air with a yellow glow surrounding her. “My name is Jirachi.”

“Jirachi...” mimicked Salamence, trying to remember if he had heard about this pokémon or not.

“I will grant you one wish,” Jirachi offered, “for being the first one to see me when I awoke from my thousand year-slumber.”

“R-really?” stuttered Salamence. He couldn’t believe this! “A wish?”

“Yes,” Jirachi said happily.

Salamence thought hard. What would he want? Speed? No... Did he want to be bigger? No... “Oh! I want to fly; I want to have wings!” he exclaimed, remembering that he was both slow and unable to jump very high.

“You want wings?” asked Jirachi with a grin.

“Yes, I want all of salamence-kind to have wings! Big blue ones, just like my body.”

“Okay!” Jirachi sung, spinning around in mid-air. “When you awake, you will have the wings that you have earned.”

“It can be a birthday present!” Salamence cheered excitedly, and ran back down the path and towards his home, calling, “Thank you!” over his shoulder.


***

The next day, Salamence woke up. He shook his head and gave his legs a big stretch.

Then he remembered.

“The wings I wished for!” he shouted, and his neck bent around so he could see his back.

But there was nothing.

“Where are my wings?” asked Salamence sadly. “Oh,” he then said, “I must be sitting on them!” So up he got, and with a giant smile, he looked down and saw...nothing. Salamence glanced around and began searching for them. He checked under three rocks, and he still didn’t find them! “Where could they be?” Salamence asked himself. He sat down and felt his smile turn into a frown. “Jirachi must have tricked me!” he yelled, and he began to get angry.

So, with a rumbling stomp, the salamence thudded up the path and reached the meteor. He bowled the massive rock over and tore at it until it was but a pile of rubble. There was no sign of Jirachi. Salamence roared and made his way across the rocky earth that had grass growing in random places. He was looking about everywhere for Jirachi as he began to cross a bridge made of rock that hung over a wide river far, far down below.

“Help!”

Salamence stopped and turned around, and that’s when he saw something dangling from the cliff that he was just on. “Jirachi?” he wondered.

“Salamence! Please help me!” Jirachi pleaded. She looked scared and kind of sleepy as she clung tightly to some rock poking out from the side of the cliff’s wall.

“Why can’t you float?” called Salamence.

“I’m too tired! I have no energy left,” explained Jirachi as she hung.

Salamence quickly hurried back across the bridge to where he’d come, and rushed to Jirachi. He bent over as he stood on the edge, and just when he was about to pull Jirachi up, there was a loud breaking noise. Salamence looked behind him and noticed a large crack that surrounded the part of the rock he was standing on. “Oh no!” he yelped, and quickly took Jirachi into his mouth and tossed her behind him onto stable ground. But then the slab of rock broke and crumbled down the cliff side with Salamence still on it. He watched the cliff opposite him sink lower and lower as he fell, and that was the last thing he saw before blackness swallowed him.


***

A while later, Salamence slowly opened up eyes. He rubbed his head because it was sore, and then looked around. He was a little bit puzzled. He looked down, and saw that he was on solid rock. Then Salamence jumped up, calling out, “I’m alright!” He glanced over the ground he was standing on and saw the river closer than when he was on the bridge, but still a long way down. Then he looked up and saw the top of the cliff not that far up. When he fell, he must have landed on a ledge that saved him! Although Salamence was very happy to be alive, he then asked himself something. “How will I get back home?”

While he was thinking of a way, he felt something become itchy, and he turned around to scratch it when he saw...

“Wings!”

It was true! Sprouting from his back were two red wings in the shape of umbrellas. “They aren’t blue, but I still love them!” he called. Then he thought of something: he could use his wings to fly back home!

So he walked to the edge of the ledge. He felt fear ripple through him, but, standing tall and brave, he jumped! His wings spread widely out and began to keep him up. He flapped them, and he began to rise! “Wow!” he exclaimed, and flapped them more, and soon he was flying up, down and all around! “This is wonderful!” He flew up to the land he was on before he fell, and he saw Jirachi. He landed with a thump and looked at her with a big smile. “Thank you, Jirachi.”

“Thank you,” Jirachi said back. “I don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t rescued me.”

“You’re welcome,” Salamence answered. He was about to leave, but he stopped himself. “Jirachi, do you want to celebrate my birthday with me and my family?” he asked.

“Oh, I would be delighted!” Jirachi replied, happy as can be. “But first...I need a nap,” she giggled, and Salamence laughed too.


***

Later that day, Salamence, his brother, his sister, his parents and Jirachi all had a party! They had all learned how they grew wings like Salamence had, and were all very amazed. And guess what? Salamence got a boat as his present! But he no longer needed it.

Because now he had wings.



~SF.

[EmeraldSky]

Are adventure tales involving Pokemon allowed, or is this strictly for pour quoi tales?

[Suicune's Fire]

Nah, sorry, it's more about how pokemon got certain featured/gained aspects of who they are, like dreamtime stories. x) It's not nursery rhyme sort of stories.

It'd be awesome if you wrote one like the entries we have here for a pokemon you like though! :]


~SF.

[EmeraldSky]

I have entries for Snubbull, Taillow, Ho'oh, and Lugia...

[FedoraChar]

http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/274/7/1/charmander_s_dream_by_goldflareon-d6orzra.png

How Charmander Got Its Fire


Long ago, before humans made an appearance in the lives of Pokémon, there existed the first Charmander. Charmander had no fire then, living life as a simple orange lizard within holes in the ground. Yet he enjoyed his peaceful life for a time—nibbling at roots and insects—until he began to feel empty, as if something was missing in his life.

"I got everything a Charmander could want," he often contemplated, "but why do I feel like this? What am I missing?"

Then one day Charmander saw Cyndaquil and Chimchar playing on the mountainside. He watched with wonder and envy as Cyndaquil's back lit on fire and Chimchar's tail flickered with flame.

"Oh! That's what I need," Charmander concluded. "Fire! I want fire!"

But how, he pondered, could he get fire?

Charmander went to the one Pokémon who could answer his question: Xatu.

The little lizard climbed to the peak of the mountain where Xatu stared into the sun all day. Reaching the peak, he asked the strange bird his question:

"Why do you stare at the sun? Aren't your eyeballs fried?"

"Pardon?" The tall bird turned around.

"Oh, I-I mean...,"Charmander sputtered.

Xatu chuckled, "I stare into the sun because it gives me knowledge, young Charmander."

"Really? Can it tell you how I can get fire?"

"You wish to receive the power of fire?" Xatu turned to the sunset. "I will see what I can do..."

Charmander waited. And waited. And waited...

After what seemed ages, Xatu suddenly spread his wings.

"Kwwwwwwwahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Charmander jumped awake. "What? What's going on?"

"I have seen it! The only way you can obtain fire, young Charmander, is to obtain a feather from the Flame Pokémon Moltres!"

"A feather? From Moltres?" Charmander repeated in wonder. Could it really be that simple?

"Yes," Xatu nodded, folding his wings back. "Eat a feather from Moltres' wings and you will have your fire!"

Charmander thanked Xatu and left the psychic bird to its perch, with its perfect view the sunset. All through that night and the next day, the little lizard journeyed to Moltres' roost: the crown of an active volcano.

When he finally reached that destination, he saw the Legendary Bird preening its fiery feathers upon the crown of a dead tree. The little lizard couldn't help but be a little intimidated by its sheer power and majesty. Desperate for fire, however, he bravely trudged up to it.

"WHO GOES THERE?" Moltres screeched once he heard Charmander’s approach.

"Ch-Ch-Charmander...er...," Charmander stuttered, courage quickly flying at the Legend’s harsh demand. "You're Fiery-ness-ness..."

"Charmander! Why have you come?" Moltres said a little more gently.

"Well, your flaming-ness, I couldn't help but admire your burning glory..."

"Yes, go on," the vain, self-centered Moltres encouraged.

"Well, I-I was-s wondering...could I...perhaps...have one of your...f-feathers? Please?"

Moltres stared long and hard at Charmander before it threw its beak back and began laughing. Charmander was mystified, but not wanting to upset Moltres, he chuckled back uneasily. Then Moltres snapped shut and turned to the little lizard with sudden vehemence.

"Let me get this straight. You... want me to give you one of my special feathers?" He glared at poor Charmander, as if expecting him to answer.

"Please?" Charmander squeaked, quivering in fear.

"GET OFF MY MOUNTAIN!" Moltres roared.

Charmander didn't need to be told twice. He high-tailed it out of there faster than a Ponyta on a sunny day.

Once he gathered his wits, Charmander began to form a plan. He was so determined to get fire that he was daring enough to face Moltres again... if not, indirectly.


*****

The sun descended, and night took over. Moltres settled once again into its nest to rest until the sun rays roused it the next morning. Little did it know that it was being carefully watched by two little blue eyes.

Once Moltres had fallen soundly asleep, Charmander crawled out of his hiding spot and snuck out into the open, all the while watching the bird warily. He kept imagining it waking up and unleashing a fiery wrath on him, even though the bird never stirred. Before he knew it, Charmander was within reach of a feather. He watched Moltres, letting his thumping heart calm down.

Then, he reached a shaking paw towards a feather...

Moltres warbled in his sleep.

Charmander froze, heart racing faster than ever before. But Moltres was soundly sleeping once again. Breathing a sigh of relief, he tried again, needlessly slower. His claws wrapped around one shaft, and his heart raced even faster. Ever so delicately he tugged it out.

Moltres stirred.

Charmander squeezed his eyes shut, expecting an instantaneous fiery demise, but nothing happened. He opened them again and to his greatest relief he saw that Moltres was still asleep. Its magical feather was flickering in his tiny claws. He cheered inwardly, then snuck away from Moltres’ roost. Once he cleared the volcano's crown, he examined the feather more closely. It looked as if a flame were flickering in his palms, but somehow still retained a feather-like structure.

"I did it!" Charmander congratulated himself, "I got fire!"

Dancing around in circles, he admired the feather and his good fortune. When he was finished, he raised the feather to his maw and down it went. The feather tasted like the hottest Figy berry imaginable. It filled Charmander with such energy that his eyes began to water. Seeking relief, he opened his mouth and sucked in all the cold night air he could. On the exhale, to his amazement, a stream of fire surged forth. A Flamethrower! Charmander had breathed a Flamethrower!

A horrible screech filled the air, a screech all too familiar to Charmander.

Moltres had awoken.

The lizards legs turned to jelly as the Flaming bird appeared over the lip of the volcano. Its sharp eyes easily spotted Charmander 's new flaming tail.

"YOU!" it shrilled. "YOU STOLE ONE OF MY FEATHERS!"

Charmander took off running, Moltres hot on his tail. In its rage the bird torched the earth, burning anything green around it. Grasslands started on fire, and trees were reduced to ash.

When the smoke cleared, it seemed that nothing had survived Moltres 's wrath.

Except Charmander.

He crawled out of a burrow and shook the ash and soot off of him, completely unscathed.

"WHAT!" Moltres screeched furiously. "HOW?!"

"I'll tell you how," Charmander stepped forward boldly. The energy from the feather still burned bright within him, making him feel invincible. "I'm a fire-type now! That's how!"

"You stole my feather," Moltres put the pieces together, "then you ATE it!!!"

"Yep," Charmander grinned like a proud fool.

Moltres screeched again, the loudest and harshest one yet. "You will pay for you insolence, lizard! I may not be able to harm you now, but I can still make you suffer! You can have your fire, but if that flame on the tip of your tail ever, ever goes out... your life will end!"

With that, Moltres screeched for the last time and stormed off, leaving Charmander to his own fate.

And to this day, Charmander and his decedents guard their flame, through rain or snow, wind or shine, to make sure their flame never flickered out, ever wary of Moltres’ curse.



~FIN~

[Suicune's Fire]

I have entries for Snubbull, Taillow, Ho'oh, and Lugia...
Oh, lovely! 8D Well, if you've read the entries that have already been posted and you think that your stories are appropriate, then go for it! Post one and we'll review it. x)

Yay, Charmander story! xD


~SF.

[EmeraldSky]

Here's "Why Snubbull Has Floppy Ears"--Korra is one of the Meowths listening to the classic Trio tell tales around the campfire

The tale I adapted this from (http://www.whisperingbooks.com/Show_Page/?book=Native_American_Legends&story=Why_The_Dogs_Ears_Flop)

[May I ask a question, Ash?] Korra asks as Pikachu romps by her side.

"What is it?" Ash replies.

[Of all the dog Pokemon I see, Snubbull is the only one with floppy ears...why is that?]

Ash thinks for a moment, then begins a story. "To answer that question, you have to remember that a long time ago--long before any of us existed--Snubbull had ears that stood up straight like the other dog Pokemon. He was very brave, and feared no human."

[As all Pokemon should be, not just the dogs.] Mai adds.

"Well, one day, Snubbull found an adventurers' camp in the forest, and he saw a young man tending to the meat the humans were going to have for their dinner that night." Ash continues. "All that fresh Stantler and Ursaring meat made Snubbull's mouth water, so he approached the young man and told him he would protect the camp if he could have a share of the meat."

[And then?] Korra is interested.

"The man agreed, and for a while, Snubbull made good on his bargain--he fought off Ursarings and Persians, helped out when the humans hunted, and protected them at night." Ash continues. "But then one night, some Mightyenas came to the camp, and struck up a conversation with Snubbull. They talked for so long, Snubbull didn't see that some of the Mightyenas had snuck into the camp and were eating all the food!"

"Pika..." Pikachu swallows hard.

"Of course when the humans found all their food gone, they yelled at Snubbull so much, he trembled in fear and his ears drooped in shame." Ash concludes. "That's why that out of all the dog Pokemon, only the Snubbull has floppy ears, in remembrance of how the Mightyena tricked him long ago."

[Suicune's Fire]

That's a really cool tale! O: The only thing is, I don't want to accept a story about Ash and his friends, when you could have written the story from the snubbull's point of view and Ash would have nothing to do with it. It's meant to be about ancient pokemon, so having a tale about Ash explaining what happened is sorta not the right way we're looking to do things.

If you wrote the story from that snubbull's perspective, that would be perfect. :] Right now it's about someone telling the story; I want to see the story as its own story, not from the perspective of another.


~SF.

[EmeraldSky]

I'll see what I can do to revise it and add more detail

[Suicune's Fire]

Erm, I think you're missing the point; it's supposed to be a story from the pokemon's point of view...not of people TELLING others about the story. Then I may as well have said "Yeah spinda got their spots because one of them stole a flower and got burned. The end." That's not what it's about. Sorry, but you'll have to change the format of the story.


~SF.

[EmeraldSky]

That's how I plan to revise it--add more detail from the Pokemon's POV

[Suicune's Fire]

But you'll rewrite the story, right? So it follow that storyline, but it has nothing to do with Ash and co? xD


~SF.

[EmeraldSky]

Right--I plan to delete Ash and co. out of it.

[Suicune's Fire]

Lol okay, sounds good. Sorry to be so pedantic about everything. xD


~SF.

[EmeraldSky]

It's okay--I should get it up soon

[Suicune's Fire]

Lovely! 8D I'll be looking forward to it!


~SF.

[Suicune's Fire]

Charrrrrrmander, I drew a charmander for How Charmander Got Its Fire. 8D

http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/274/7/1/charmander_s_dream_by_goldflareon-d6orzra.png


~SF.

[FedoraChar]

THE ADORABLENESS!!! :'D Thanks a ton, Grace! ^^ *goes to add to story*

[Suicune's Fire]

LOL YAY THANKS! XD Hooray! I wanted to try out a new style and it seemed to have worked somewhat, so yay. xD


~SF.

[Bulbasaur]

I just wrote a story for this. I made it kind of quickly, but I hope you like it.
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HOW I GOT MY BULB
By Bulbasaur

It was a very long time ago in the beautiful region of Kanto when my oldest ancestor lived. He was a Bulbasaur, the only one around. His body was a shade of emerald green, with many darker patches, and his eyes were dark red. He had four short and stout legs, with three sharp claws on the end of each. He had all the features of a modern day Bulbasaur, except for one major thing; he had no bulb on his back.

This Bulbasaur, who we now refer to as Green, lived a peaceful life in the Viridian Forest. The Viridian Forest was very beautiful and full of life. The forest was covered with healthy green trees and small bushes, which gave shelter to the Pokemon that made the forest their home.

Many of these Pokemon that lived in the Viridian Forest were bug Pokemon. Because the majority of these bug Pokemon were weak, Green would help them out with their tasks, such as gathering food. Green was very well known in the forest as a leader.

This tale started one day, when Green was helping a Weedle move a log that was blocking a bush with many berries. No matter how hard the poisonous caterpie Pokemon pushed on the log, it did not budge. Green saw the Weedle struggling, and came to help out. He walked up to the log and started pushing. No luck. So he backed up a bit, and ran full speed into the log. BAM! The impact was enough to push the log aside. The Weedle looked up at Green as if to say thank you, and crawled into the bush.

Green smiled, pleased with his work. He watched as the Weedle munched on the berries in the bush. Helping out other Pokemon in need always made Green happy.

Suddenly, Green heard a cry that he recognized as a Butterfree’s. His head turned rapidly towards the noise. Another cry. Green started running towards it, by instinct. Then, he heard a crash. It sounded like a tree falling. Now, Green could see a butterfly shape in the distance, being chased by a big flying Pokemon. The Butterfree appeared to have a burn on its wing. It was flying as fast as it could, but no matter how fast it flew, the other Pokemon was getting closer. Suddenly, Green realized what that big Pokemon was. He stopped quickly. It was a Charizard.

The Charizard was a massive beast, compared to all the bug Pokemon, at least. His body was fire red, with midnight blue wings and a cream colored belly. He had two skinny horns on his long head. His neck was long and skinny, and he had two short arms with a three-clawed hand on each. His wings were dragon-like and big. And he had a long tail, with a hot fire burning on the end.

What could he do? None of the Pokemon in the forest, not even him, could face the Charizard. Panicking, he dove into a bush and watched. The Butterfree was getting weaker and weaker from the burn, and eventually, it could fly no longer. It fell to the ground, and laid there. The Charizard had got the best of it.

The Charizard landed right next to it. It bent over and sniffed the Butterfree. It was definitely not alive; the burn had done enough damage. The Charizard stood up, satisfied. From the way the Charizard acted, the Butterfree must have done something to annoy him. The Charizard, having done his business, started to fly away. But then, disaster struck.

As the Charizard started to fly, its flaming tail brushed against a tree. This set the tree on fire. However, the Charizard did not notice this, and continued to fly away, until Green could no longer see it. Green shifted his eyes to the burning tree. The fire spread to another tree, and that one started blazing as well. Then yet another tree caught on fire. It was a big domino effect; tree after tree caught on fire. Green did not need another warning. He let out a loud cry, telling the forest Pokemon to run. Then he started to run as fast as his small legs could move.

When Green had escaped the forest, he found many bug Pokemon waiting for him. The bug Pokemon that could fly had carried the flightless ones with them. They watched in horror as the Viridian Forest burned. Their home was gone. They would have to find a new home. Green watched as the bug Pokemon started crawling around, looking for a new home already. Green wanted to cry. If only he had done something to stop the fire. But what could he have done? He could not produce water. Only water Pokemon could do that.

When he had finished thinking about this, all the bug Pokemon had gone. They had left to find a new home. Green knew that he should do the same. He turned his head in every direction, looking for a good place to search.

When he looked to his left, he was startled to see a Pokemon floating next to him. He jumped. It was a pink Pokemon with a long and skinny tail. Green was sure that this Pokemon was not there before.

The Pokemon looked at Green. Then it started to say something. “Do you want your forest back?” it said in a high pitched voice. Green was surprised to see that it could speak. However, he could not speak, so he simply nodded his head.

The Pokemon smiled. “I can help you out with that. However, it will be difficult. Do you still want to have your forest back?” it spoke. Green thought about it. He really did want to help out the bug Pokemon and himself get the forest back. He nodded again.

The Pokemon said, “Okay. I will plant a special seed on your back. This seed will open up almost instantly, and grow into a bulb. This bulb will be able to produce many things, such as vines, but most importantly, seeds. Use your bulb to spit out seeds into the ground. These seeds will grow into magnificent trees. However, as you probably have figured out, this will take a while. So I’ll ask you one more time; do you really want to do this?” Green registered all this in his brain. The Pokemon was probably right about it taking a while. But, what else could he do? What if he turned down the offer, and couldn’t find a home? It would be the end of him.

Green looked at the Pokemon straight in the eyes. He nodded again, not breaking eye contact. The Pokemon smiled, and floated over to Green’s back. It tapped Green’s back with its tail, and a seed appeared. Green and the pink Pokemon waited, and the seed opened up. In almost three seconds, a bulb came out, as if it had been squeezed inside the seed. Green looked at his back, and the sight surprised him. Green looked back at the bright pink Pokemon, as if to say thank you. The Pokemon winked at him, and floated away.

Green watched it float away. What an eventful day! In the past two hours, the Viridian Forest had burned down, and he had been given a new power. Green looked at where the forest had been. The burning had stopped, and the ground was all burnt. He walked over to the area to take on the task of rebuilding the wonderful Viridian Forest.

[Suicune's Fire]

OH MY GOSH I'M SO EXCITED YOU WROTE A STORY FOR THE CANALAVE LIBRARY AND THEN POSTED IT HOAUWFJXOPWNHTPMWX can you tell?

Because I'm not a mod, I can't edit your post myself. xD So you'll have to do it for me. BUT. The story was wonderful. I loved the idea behind it and the reason for the bulb is really awesome. :D I love it! Your grammar was impeccable; I wouldn't have expected that from someone your age to be honest. XD Nobody I knew understood grammar as well as you do at your age (not even me xD). So a big well done on that front too.

Here are some things I picked up:


1.) He walked up to the log and started pushed.

2.) He stopped as fast as he could.

3.) It was a big domino effect; tree after tree caught on fire.

4.) It tapped Green’s back with his tail, and a seed appeared.

1. Obviously just a typo. xD Should be "started to push" or "started pushing."

2. It sounds a little odd that someone would stop as fast as they could. Perhaps "quickly" or "he stopped immediately" would sound better?

3. Not a typo, but I'm not sure from which age (as in, which era/time) the bulbasaur is telling the tale, but it sounds a little odd that a bulbasaur would know what a domino was. xD You could say something like "It was a ruthless cycle" or somthing perhaps?

4. You went ahead and started calling the mew an "it" and then you decided he was a male. xD Unless you meant that Mew tapped Green's back with Green's tail. XDD Assuming the first, for consistency's sake, choose one or the other. x)

As well as that, there's one other issue I want to point out. I don't know what the point is of having this told from a future bulbasaur's point of view. It's absolutely fine without the introduction from the bulbasaur's point of view. Also, the first-person perspective isn't what I was really going for, since it's meant to be a retold tale...that could be from a pokémon's point of view, but these were books discovered and submitted to the library, and I doubt you'd find a book written by a pokémon. XD I really think it shouldn't be from the bulbasaur's point of view. If it was a story not for the purpose of this library, it would be fine, but given the style, it doesn't exactly fit.

If you do want it to stay, however, I would recommend writing a conclusion. If it's told from a character's point of view, introducing it like that and then ending it without another word from our narrator is inconsistent and sort of abrupt. x)

That aside, you did a wonderful job so well done! :D I'll be happy to add this to the archive.


~SF.

[Bulbasaur]

Thanks for the compliments/constructive criticism! I made it told from a narrator, because I was going to make a thread full of short stories told by that narrator! But thanks again, I'll edit it later.

[Suicune's Fire]

No worries! ^.^ 'Tis my job. Oh lol, I see. xD Good luck with the other thread! 8D


~SF.

[ShadowJay]

Why Sneasel are so deceptive.

(For the sake of the story, the Pokemon are going to speak in English)

Long ago, humans and Pokemon didn't live together. The humans established cities, towns and villages while the Pokemon lived in the wild. This story explains how the first Sneasel was trusted and betrayed by humans.

It was a chilly autumn day in the Region of Johto. The Sneasel in this story, who we'll call "S" for the sake of the story, lived in a group of about ten Sneasels. S was out hunting for food he could bring back to the group. He was warned not to go to far by the other Sneasel, but S just couldn't find any food. He searched the forest, the plains, the lakeside, the mountains, everywhere near where his pack set up shop.

Walking along a route now commonly referred to as Route 44, S spotted something in the distance. It was moving, but S knew it wasn't any ordinary Pokemon. In fact, he thought it might not have been a Pokemon at all. S hid behind the nearest tree and watched the "thing". After a while the "thing" spotted it too, and it came closer. As it approached, S began to step back, gaining speed with each step. The "thing" cried out, "No! Don't go! I want to help you".

The "thing" led S into a village now known as Mahogany town. "Hi! I'm Jason! What's your name!" the thing said. "Sne - sneasel - sne" [I'm Sneasel]was all S could manage. "You must be a sneasel! Welcome to the village of Mahogany!" said Jason, "Do you wan't some food?". S suddenly perked up. "Sneasel - Sne!" [Yes, yes please!]. Jason let S to his house. The house was a one story house with a main area containing a kitchen, a bedroom shared between Jason and his mother, and a bathroom. Jason went to the kitchen and pulled out a raw fish. "Do you like fish?" Jason asked. "Sne - Sneasel!" [Yes, very much].

Late that night, later than S would have normally returned to his pack, S arrived at the cave where his pack slept. [S: Look everyone! I brought food!] [Head Sneasel: Where were you all this time! We already sent a rescue party out looking for you!] [S: I-I just went to get food, like you asked! A kind boy named Jason gave this to me!] [Random Sneasel: A-A Boy] [Head Sneasel: A Boy! You mean a human?! You accepted food from a human?!?! You just broke the #1 law - "no interaction with humans". Do you know what this means? You'll have to leave the pack] [Multiple Random Sneasels: *gasp*] [S: I-I *sighs* I guess I'll be going then].

S trudged along the path toward the village of Mahogany. To make matters worse for the little Sneasel, it started to rain. The rain quickly turned into a storm as S struggled to find shelter. S ended up hiding under a tree. S noticed the tree had nest in it. Nimbly climbing the tree, S snatched the eggs in the nest, as the nest was unattended. S ate the eggs raw, but only because he was desperate for food, as he left his fish back at the cave. Suddenly, Sneasel heard a voice. "Hey, Sneasel, is that you?". Sneasel immediatly knew the voice was Jason's, and he ran to him. "What are you doing out here in the rain?" Jason asked. "Sneasel - sel" [I was kicked out of my pack.] "Lets get you inside and out of the rain," said Jason.

The next few days, S and Jason became best friends. They worked togehter, played together and ate together. No one in the village minded that Jason was hanging with a Pokemon. However, on one tragic day for S, Jason had to move. "Sneasel, I have something important to tell you," said Jason one sunny morning. "Sneasel?" [What is it?] "My mother and I are moving. We're moving to a bigger city. Blackthorn city, to be exact," said Jason, not sugarcoating it at all. "Sne! Sneasel - Sne - Sneasel!" [Fine. You're not the only person who's betrayed me. Go. Go to your bigger city.] "Sneasel no! Don't be mad! Trust me, it's for the better," said Jason. S didn't respond. Instead, a blue beam began to form in his mouth. S fired the beam toward Jason. The beam froze Jason solid. The other villagers gasped and rushed to try and help him. S didn't wait to see what damage he'd caused, and fled back to Route 44.

S was furious with his life. Why did he have to cause so much trouble with everything he'd done in the past week? While trudging, S saw another tree with a nest in it, except this one had a Pidgey guarding it. He'd have to think of a strategy to get those eggs, as the Pidgey would do anything to guard their nest. S sneaked silently around the tree, and climbed out as silently as he could up the back of the tree, where the Pidgey couldn't see him. Using Ice Beam once more, S froze the Pidgey solid, and snathed the eggs from the nest.

As the days went on, S saw more opportunities to steal food. He saw a fisherman fishing by the lakeside. He has already caught three fish and was still going strong. Sneaking up behind the fisher as silently as possible, Sneasel snathed all three fish with ease, and the fisherman didn't even notice. S knew he was a good thief, but this was his first time stealing food from a human.

S continued stealing and stealing to the point where he was just stockpiling food. If S could just make amends with his pack, he could teach them how to be a good thief, and they could steal bigger things that require more than one Sneasel. S brought his pile of food to the cave of his pack. [Head Sneasel: Look who it is, the reject. What do you want from us?] [S: I've come to make a proposal, and I brought food] [Head Sneasel: A proposal? I'm listening, but this better be good] [S: You see, since I've needed to fend for myself, I've learned to steal food from humans] [Head Sneasel: So your stealing food from humans? I like it. But what do you want from us?] [S: If we steal in groups, the result could be better. I managed to get all this food on my own, just imagine what multiple Sneasel could pull off] [Head Sneasel: I'd agree to that, but you have to teach us how to steal].

And that's how it began. S was admitted back into the pack, and he thought said pack how to steal with ease. The other Sneasel's caught on quickly. This ability to steal was passed on from generation to generation, and even Sneasel's now steal on a regular basis. Modern day Pokedex entries depict this well:

'Vicious in nature, it drives PIDGEY from their nests and feasts on the eggs that are left behind.'

'A SNEASEL scales trees by punching its hooked claws into the bark. It seeks out unguarded nests and steals eggs for food while the parents are away.'

'This cunning POKéMON hides under the cover of darkness, waiting to attack its prey.'

[Pokemon Trainer Sarah]

Thought I should port this over while PE2K is up. xD



How Magikarp and Feebas Came to Be
A long time ago, before the regions of Kanto and Hoenn had split from each other by great tremors in the earth, there lived two strong and majestic Water-type Pokemon.

The first was known as Gyarados, and he was a fearsome cerulean serpent with a cream underbelly and patterns on his scales. Large, pointed white fins protruded all down his back and a crown-like blue structure framed his narrow eyes. Huge, powerful teeth stuck out from his oversized mouth and he was the ruler of the waters under the Pokemon sovereign, Kyogre.

The other serpent was Milotic. She was a water maiden with beautiful cream scales that glistened marvelously in the sun and a short horn upon her skull. Two large, pink ribbons protruded from her head and her tail was patterned with majestic blue scales which ended in four points. Her pure beauty was matched only by great Gyarados' fierceness.

The two water beasts lived in harmony, until one day, Milotic decided that Gyarados should no longer control the seas.

"I am a more beautiful Pokemon than you," she argued forcefully as the two Pokemon met, "why do you deserve to command the waters?"

"Because I am fiercer and stronger than you," Gyarados replied angrily. "Therefore the seas belong to me. Only I can instill fear in the hearts of those who oppose the great water sovereign’s power."

Milotic did not agree with Gyarados' opinion, and being the more cunning of the two, she challenged him to a duel to decide the rightful commander of the ocean.

"We will both compete in a task to decide the most worthy ruler," she challenged, flicking her beautiful ribbons, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Gyarados was an extremely competitive Pokemon, and of course he could not refuse this opportunity to prove his strength. “I accept,” he snarled regally, flexing his great muscles in a show of power.

"Good," Milotic said, pleased. "We will both do the toughest test; we will both stick our tails in fire on the shore and whoever leaves their tail in for the longest is the tougher and stronger Pokemon who should rightfully rule over the ocean."

Gyarados roared approvingly, knowing that there was no way he could lose to Milotic in a test of endurance. With a nod from the water maiden, both Pokemon parted, agreeing to meet at sunrise the next day to decide who was strongest and therefore more worthy.

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As promised, Milotic arrived in the shallow waters near the shoreline the following morning. Two small fires were already crackling brightly when Gyarados arrived, their flames licking hungrily at the air.

A large group of all kinds of different Pokemon had gathered from both the land and the ocean to watch the challenge take place. They stood surrounding the two competitors, as Gyarados roared confidently, while Milotic just smiled, her striking scales glimmering in the rising sun.

Both Pokemon manoeuvred themselves so that they were lying with their heads facing out toward the ocean and their tails next to the hot fires on the cool yellow sand.

With a nod from each of them, both Gyarados and Milotic lifted their tails and placed them in the flames. A gasp travelled through the assembly of Pokemon as the challenge began.

"I won't lose," Gyarados thought determinedly as the flames began to prickle at his thick scales. "Milotic may be beautiful, but I am stronger." He looked over at his opponent, expecting her to be sweating already as the flames licked at her tail, but to his surprise, she seemed to be smiling.

After nearly a minute had passed, Gyarados could feel the full power of the flames as they tore at his once-aqua flesh. The burning sensation was so powerful that he felt his eyes begin to water. "How can she still be standing?" he though desperately, positive that he should have won by now. He stole another glance at the charming serpent, but she was just staring out into the water, seemingly not feeling the horrible pain that must be shooting up her spine by now, as it was his.

Soon the terrifying dragon could take the pain no more. In a single movement he lashed his tail upwards and out of the burning sticks and brought it down to splash soothingly in the cool water around him. A cheer erupted from the crowd as Milotic raised her tail from the flames. Unlike his charred fins, her tail was as beautiful and radiant as ever.

"Looks like I win. The seas now belong to me." Milotic beamed smugly as she slithered back into the water.

Gyarados shook his great head angrily, and let out a shuddering roar, causing the gathered Pokemon to back away. "You cheated! How is your tail not black? You must have taken it out when I wasn't looking!"

Milotic just smiled her dazzling smile, before turning to a floating Pokemon behind her. "You... Goldeen... did my tail even once leave the flames during this test?" she chortled.

"No, Milotic," the orange and white, horned goldfish stuttered nervously, backing away from Gyarados as she answered.

"This cannot be!" Gyarados raged. "Then your fire must be colder than my own!" And with a defiant scowl on his face, he plunged his already blackened tail into Milotic's fire, only to whip it out almost straight away as the intense heat burned at his scorched scales.

"Nonsense!" Milotic smiled, "Stop being a sore loser. You've lost and that's that."

Gyarados frowned angrily, but knew there was no point arguing. "Fine then, I suppose you are stronger after all," he said nobly before turning blackened tail and diving beneath the cool water to seek solace for his damaged pride.

He swam further and deeper than he'd ever swum before, determined to escape all of the Pokemon who he had lost in front of, especially Milotic. It was embarrassing enough that he had failed to retain his title, but he had also accused his opponent of cheating, which had only caused himself further humiliation.

As the mythical dragon reached the depths of the ocean, he curled up into a tight ball and waved his burnt tail gently in the chilly water to alleviate the pain that was currently soaring through it.

"What is wrong, Gyarados?" A booming voice echoed around the empty landscape.

The great serpent turned his heavy head to see the great water ruler, Kyogre, lurking in the shadows behind him. The Pokemon’s immense wing-like fins were flapping calmly, casting small shockwaves through the water. Its great eye peered at Gyarados knowingly.

“Master, I have failed you,” Gyarados bowed sadly. “I lost to Milotic in a test of endurance,” he explained slowly as he began to retell the events of that morning.

"Gyarados, of course you lost.” Kyogre boomed powerfully. “Did you not know that Milotic has a special ability that raises her defensive power when she is burned or hurt in some way?"

When Gyarados learned how Milotic had tricked him, he grew extremely angry. He flicked his tail quickly, but the pain no longer hurt him, it just made him more outraged at what Milotic had done. He began to propel himself upwards, spinning madly as he jetted, creating an underwater tornado that shot up before him.

“Remember Gyarados, that the actions you take today will affect this planet for the rest of time…” Kyogre called in his mournful singsong voice, but the warning was drowned out by Gyarados’ thrashing.

“GYAAAAA!” the dragon roared in rage as his head broke the surface of the ocean. The piercing shriek echoed all around, and it wasn’t long until the fearsome serpent had spotted his target. He dove underwater once more to conceal himself, and then when he was close enough, he bit down hard on the unsuspecting Milotic’s tail.

The water maiden shrieked in pain as Gyarados’ sharp fangs pierced her scales. When he finally let go, both Pokemon were left floating in the green-blue water, eyeing each other warily.

“You tricked me!” Gyarados cried, his senses only heightened by his fury.

“It is too late. I rule now!” Milotic responded arrogantly, and before the dragon could reply, she shot a beam of freezing ice right at his head.

With a roar, Gyarados dodged the blast and fired his own attack back at the serpent. Once again, the attack missed, and the fight turned into a wild battle that soon threatened the other Pokemon around.

The battle raged on for two days and two nights, with both Pokemon tiring to the point of exhaustion, but still not willing to give up. A great storm blew over the land, whipping at the combatants and creating huge waves that slapped against the shore, knocking down the homes of land-dwelling Pokemon and stranding water-Pokemon in the process. Large, dark clouds blocked out the sun and sent lightning flashes down at the earth.

In this way, Kyogre was trying its best to quell the fighting, but it seemed as if the two Pokemon were so blinded with hatred for each other, that they could not be stopped.

From the spirit world, the Ancestor of all Pokemon was watching the earth with dismay. So many creatures had already been harmed by the actions of the warring Pokemon below, and the ocean had begun to swallow up the land as Kyogre’s efforts to control his subjects went in vain.

“There will be no more fighting,” Mew thought, and with its Psychic power, the little feline stretched out a pink paw and pushed through the barrier between its own world and ours.

Mew looked down at its children in disappointment. The two had not noticed the pink Pokemon’s arrival and great tornados of dragon power were spinning around the combatants as they continued their struggle for power.

Mew shut its eyes for a moment, and sent out shockwaves of Psychic energy to calm the pair. Slowly, the Dragon Rage attack spun slower and slower until all of the tornados had disappeared. The clouds above began to disperse and sunlight reached the ocean for the first time in two days. Gyarados and Milotic were calmed by their Ancestor’s soothing power, and soon the earth looked just a little bit brighter.

When the two serpent Pokemon had broken out of the lulling trance that had managed to quiet them, they shut their eyes humbly in sorrow for the damage that they’d caused.

"Milotic,” Mew spoke, its voice soft, but emanating power, “you value your beauty too much, and this has made you vain and boastful. From this day forward, your children will not be beautiful. They will not be majestic. Your children will be ugly and timid until they have realised the value of true beauty, and only then will they change into beautiful Pokemon,” the pink cat finished, flickering its eyes open for just a second to shift its glance to Gyarados.

"Gyarados, you value your strength too much, and this has made you blind in the face of rage," Mew continued solemnly, "From now on your children will not be strong. They will not be fearsome. Your children will be weak and helpless until they have learned what it is like to possess no power or authority."

With a flick of its long tail, Mew opened its eyes and peered down at the Pokemon it had just cursed. “Don’t disappoint me again,” the small cat whispered, but its words were lost on the wind as it slowly faded back into its own world.

Gyarados and Milotic turned to each other in sorrow, not truly understanding the effects that their actions would have on their own kind for the millions of years to come…