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The Creation of the Islands; The Native's Origin Story of the Islands.
Topic Started: Sep 30 2015, 03:06 PM (336 Views)
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The fighting had gone on for so long, that no one knew why it had started any more. All you knew was that there was no one you could trust if you weren't directly with people you knew. Even then you could be on shaky ground.

No person nor Pokémon was safe. Everyone you met was an enemy. Your base camp was only as safe as you could make it. Each side had their own ideas. There was the tribe who hid themselves deep inside the forests so not to be found, the cities built of metal so strong they couldn't be touched without serious force, the camps protected from assault by the blistering heat of the desert they've learned to acclimatise themselves for, the bog dwellers, the mountainous nomads, anywhere that could hide them.

The pokémon soon became acclimatised as well. It became as much of a type war as anything else. People cast out their pokémon if they weren't suitable for the location they were in. They were a liability and not worth keeping around. Only one corner managed to remain free from the fighting, a lowly plains where those who were cast out resided. They couldn't fight and they were no threat, just give them that corner, they wouldn't change anything anyway.

Too much time passed. War became peoples lives. You woke up, put out the fires, ate then either got to the front line or started work on the repairs. There was no time for recreation when each day was a fight for your life.

The fighting had to stop.

A pokémon walked forwards through all the fighting. Its demeanour so neutral that it was almost invisible among the bloodlust of the fighting.

"SHIFTRY." it shouted once it reached the middle of everything, the sudden call causing a short lull in the fighting before others started to thing it was a trap, that it was the best time to strike while people were startled, that one pokémons shout wasn't enough to concern them.

"Shif. TRY."" it called once again, this time forcing its leafy palm down into the ground at the same time.

The earth bended to its call, cracking deeply and causing a large earthquake which split people up quite successfully. Everyone ran back to the side of where they had come from, not willing to be separated from allies in a true disaster area.

The pokémon continued to call out, continuing its ritual of calling out and hitting the ground. It repeated multiple times before stopping, not giving a care to the fact that the ground beneath it was crumbling away with every step.

A few started to try to fight through the chaos, taking advantage of the confusion, but that was when the land split wide open. Those most eager to fight were thrown into the breach as the earth split.

Everyone ran everywhere, trying to get away from the source of what just happened. Multiple earthquakes were wreaking havoc with everyones perception of everything. The earth wasn't just shaking it was moving.

It took a week before the tremors stopped. A week of hiding in homes and worrying over family and friends. A week of time that everyone stayed together united.

When the first few flying scouts started to brave the outside again, everything had changed. The continent was gone.

Each army now had its own island. Its own place to call their own and unite. The week long ceasefire as disaster struck had been enough. Why had they been fighting? It had just been their lives. There was nothing else, so you fought. They'd had a taste of peace. it was time to make it permanent.

The 'cowards plains' had become its own island in itself. It became the meeting place for those who deemed themselves to representatives for their islands. The newly named Honu island was to be the building blocks to bring the continent back to prosperity instead of war. Slowly people migrated there more and more, leaving behind their 'homes' that more than likely represented little more than proof of the war torn past.

Honu Island was where the peace treaty was signed, and Shiftry's legend began. Whoever that particular pokémon was, and however it did it was a complete mystery, but that wouldn't stop the veterans from thanking it for bringing the peace.
Edited by Kay, Oct 3 2015, 05:26 PM.
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