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| The Gracidea Bridge | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 9 2013, 12:51 AM (90 Views) | |
| Shymain | Feb 9 2013, 12:51 AM Post #1 |
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<Warning- not the best writing.> This is my try for a one-shot- constructive criticism, please! The Gracidea Bridge ////////////////////////////////////////// The green grass fluttered as the winds blew through the plains. The land was shining emerald green with the sunbeams shining down on the ground. Reddish-pink flowers sprouted up in many places throughout the plains. In the centre of the valley, a bridge stood. ------------------------------------------ The Pokèmon were exhausted, panting after the battle, the land around them blasted into pieces. 'Good battle,' said the trainer, a blonde bugtrainer. 'But, although your Venusaur may be a real powerhouse, it can't beat my Beautifly in a contest of grace.' 'And that matters why, John?' Asked the young man named Garth, wiping his hair away from his sea-green eyes. 'But one thing that always bothers me is that I end up sweating after these battles, even though I let my Pokèmon do all the real work...' 'Yeah, that's weird... But I guess they couldn't do it without us...' 'Oh, really? So, they don't battle in the wild anymore?' 'Yeah, I guess...' 'Not the way you put it.' The two boys chuckled, then went their separate ways. 'Now that he's out of the way, let us keep going.' said Garth to his Lucario. 'Yes, but please, master, remember your Pokèmon's condition.' 'The Gratitude Pokèmon is who I will remember! Only that one!' 'And that will bring what? A broken team when you finally encounter Shaymin?' 'If it must be so, then yes! I will do anything to get him!' 'Very well, master...' ///////////////////////////////////////// Ten years ago... ///////////////////////////////////////// 'Shut up, boy! You have no idea what I have done for this moment! Get away! You will not ruin this moment!' Garth's father pushed him away from the ruins, examining them. 'But Dad! You promised! This is the regional championship for the Pokèmon Contests!' 'This is the clue I have always been looking for! This is the way to find him! To find Shaymin!' 'But...' 'No! Get away!' As Garth's father pushed him away, he accidentally dropped a flower, a Gracidea that he had been given by his dead wife years ago, against the ruins. Suddenly, the ruins glowed, and a purple ball of energy came out and smashed the twosome into the cave wall opposite. As the energy subsided, Garth's father was left limp, lying against the wall. On the other side of the cave, the ruins had become a translucent circle, with a strange Pokèmon with tentacles inside, in the distance. This is... the flower? My enemy shall perish... I have awakened, and am free... I am coming for you... 'Dad! What's going on!' screamed Garth. When he got no response, he desperately bellowed, 'Dad! Dad! Please wake up! Please!' over and over until his voice broke. The cave was starting to crumble, and tears were streaming down Garth's face. 'Dad!' He yelled loud enough to pierce anyone's ears thrice over. He hugged his dad as hard as he could clutching him for dear life. In a flash of purple light, Garth found himself standing outside with his dad's Riolu. He later decided he must have bumped his Pokeball on his dad's belt. Garth stared at the cave helplessly, a torrent of tears freely flowing, as he watched the cave collapse on itself- and his father. ///////////////////////////////////////// Present Day ///////////////////////////////////////// He looked down in his hands. He had his father's old, crumpled Gracidea in his hand, and a tear rolled down his cheek as he recalled his past. 'I promise you, father, I will find Shaymin, find him for you.' He smiled sadly as he looked down at his Lucario's Pokeball. 'Thank you, Lucario, for your help that day.' he whispered quietly to himself. ///////////////////////////////////////// The End ///////////////////////////////////////// So, what did you think! This is the first time that I have posted any of my writing online. Please tell me where I can improve! - Shymain |
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