Authors Note: Hiya readers, just a quick note from me to explain a few
things about Legend.
Over the past few days, having
more free time than I know what to do with and being stuck out on a farm with
nothing to do, I have decided to start writing again. I have re-edited the
entire story up to what I have written so far, cutting out and adding things
here and there. Hopefully it should make more sense now. In addition to that,
to make it easier on your eyes, I have divided the Parts into smaller bits so
that there are now fourteen parts instead of the seven/eight. I have finally
rewritten the last chapter which had somehow cut off abruptly in the middle of
a sentence, so now you can all at last find out what happens to good old
Happy reading.
Dedicated to all those afternoons on the top of the
mountain dreaming big dreams, shooting pigeons and spitting on the unsuspecting
folk below.
If a million monkeys wrote for a million years, one would
produce a masterpiece.
Thankyou Topaz for being that Monkey.
Legend
Part One:
The
Prologue
Unknown Day,
Unknown Time, Unknown Date
Somewhere in the
Ruins of Alph
"Protectors of
life, the children of Gi
Foretold too oppose
the Evils that be
The shadow, the air,
the earth, the sea
The fire, the mind,
shalt set the world free
Born of the elements,
the guardians of life
Tis Daughter of the
storm, child of the skies
When fury brought
forth, her power dost rise
Song ring through the
heavens, to halt Earth's demise
Or thus the world be doomed to die
Born of the elements,
Guardians of life
The Daughter of Thanatos, a child of the night
Thief in the shadows,
Bewitcher of sight
Madness invoked to restore
the lost light
Only then shalt thoust wrongs be set right
Born of the elements,
the guardians of life
Be the Son of the
blaze, child of the fire
His love and his lust
of burning desire
Who shalt still the
flames of Abbadon's Ire
Revived from his
ashes, the boy Messiah
Born of the Elements,
Guardians of life
A Son of the earth,
child of the land
Of Natures own, who
wilt take the last stand
When thoust earth dost shatter, his healing hand
Thy pieces be soothed by
spoken command
Born of the elements,
Guardians of life
Spring the Daughter of
the ocean, Child of the wave
The lover of Flame,
for him Hell she wouldst brave
When the ocean
revolts, her life dost she gave
Her sacrifice so the
world be saved
Born of the Elements,
Guardians of life
Born the Son of the
psyche, Child of the mind
Offspring of Chakra, in his strength they find
The courage in whence
their souls must bind
Together they fight
the supreme Evil kind
Born
of the elements, Guardians of life."
He sat perched upon a
throne within the oldest temple of the Ruins of Alph,
staring intently through the gaping fissure made eons ago by a war long
forgotten. The night sky flickered brightly, whispering the secrets of an
untold future that only he could distinguish.
The evolved form of Noctowl,
His wings spread twice
the length of his entire body, ranging from a royal purple at his back, which
melted into a fuchsia as they extended outwards, to a lighter orchid, then to a
dusty violet and finally merging into his silver wingtips. His tail seemed
nothing more than a mist, drifting around him like a mauve haze.
As the tradition had been
since the dawn of time, when the former Archimedes passed into death every millenium, a Noctowl was chosen
to evolve into the Bird of Wisdom; Archimedes. The selection was made with
enormous care as those chosen would become the Voice of All Life. It was their
responsibility to insure that the earth had a say in its own predestination
when the Wings of Council met every century to decide the fate of the world.
The ancient bird sat
below the decaying roof of the timeworn building. Icy winds blew in through cracks
and loose stonework, howling morbidly around him. His beak moved once more,
repeating the last line of the archaic prophecy, "Born of the elements,
Guardians of life."
Reading the stars, he
murmured, "The Time of Reckoning will soon be at hand. The Evils that ever
lurk beneath the earth's surface shall awaken, and The Six, their fate
realized, shall unite to destroy the forces who shall condemn the earth to
eternal damnation should they hold the World within their merciless
grasp."
Yet now the stars had
shifted from their ordained position, signalling that the wait was drawing to
an end, the ancient pokemon felt that perhaps he was
not ready, his role in the Prophecy was to guide and assist The Six in the fore
filling of their destiny. But would such an old bird such as he be any help at all? The stars did not tell who would win the
titanic battle. What if The Six lost? What if the world had been doomed to die
since the Genesis of Creation? What if - ?
"Oh shut-up you old
bird." He muttered to himself, "You may be a doddering old fool, but
you aren't useless, you were chosen to oversee the world and look after it.
That is your job. That is why you were bestowed with the Knowledge of Life, to
protect life itself. And if one of the ways to protect life is to help The Six,
then by God are you going to help them!"
Self assured, he unfolded
his massive wings and sprang from his aged throne, taking to flight. He veered
upwards towards the dilapidated skylight and emerged into the shrieking winds
of the darkened sky of the outside.
Beneath its majesty,