I dun own it, Nintendo does.

Chapter Five

Cray

I was pretty sure I was dreaming. Considering that I was facing a thousand 
warriors on 
the field of battle, alone, armed with only a sword (Narrators Note: A really 
nice one too, 
a hand-and-a-half sword with silver fittings :] ) that, and also, my right hand 
was 
working. Course' none of these wonderful things lessened the fear I felt. You 
know, of 
dying. Especially as I cried out unintelligibly and ran towards the army, sword 
held high 
in the air, armor gleaming, (when did I get armor?) a feeling of intense 
electricity in the 
air. I was lucky none of them had thought to bring a bow and arrow, I would've 
been 
dead. More than I was already, that is. I tried to stop my headlong dash, but of 
course, I 
couldn't, considering that I was dreaming. As I finally reached the first rank 
of enemies, I 
was sure that I was going to die (or dream that I did) but somehow, I did not 
die. I fought 
like a whirlwind, sword flashing in the sun, enemies falling all around me as 
storm clouds 
began to gather overhead. I thought two things simultaneously right then: one, 
thing was 
definitely from me, and that was that if it rained, it would definitely be hard 
to maneuver 
on mud. The other thing, however, was not a thought out of my head. It was 
somewhere 
along the lines of 'the demise of my enemies draws near'. I had no idea where 
the hell 
that came from. Turned out that the other voice was right. As the storm clouds 
grew, they 
didn't bring rain. They brought lightning, lots of it, each strike hitting at 
least one soldier, 
most taking out more than that. Then came the tornadoes, scything through the 
battlefield, carving gruesome tracks through the opposing army's ranks. Then the 
storm 
decided to add hail as well, but not normal hail. Oh no, that wouldn't have been 
destructive enough, it had to be huge, jagged, spears of ice, flying through the 
air at very 
unsafe speeds. Not that there really are any safe speeds for those things to fly 
at, but you 
get the picture. All the carnage, blood and gore around me would've made me 
vomit, had 
I been in my own body. Of course, if I had been in control here, I would've 
either died, or 
run. No way I could've done this, and I was kinda glad about that. As the 
battle, er, 
slaughter I should say, went on, the opposing army was decimated, taken from 
well over 
a thousand to less than a hundred. Eventually they were whittled down to only 
five. 
These five were obviously not warriors. They were dressed in fine robes with 
strange 
runes sewn into the hems, each one armed only with a curiously carved staff. 
Despite 
their somewhat harmless appearance, they seemed more dangerous than the whole 
rest of 
the army combined, to me at any rate. As I watched wonderingly, each one began 
to glow 
with a different colored light, one red, one blue, one brown, one white, and the 
last with 
an aura as dark as the void. And as each one raised their staff…I woke up.

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I woke up, shivering and sweating; I tried to sit upright, and was rewarded for 
the 
effort by a lancing pain in my right arm and ankle. 'That's a good indicator 
that I'm 
awake,' I thought. I looked around at my surroundings, and saw that I was in a 
forest. A 
really, really, dark and creepy forest. THE really, really, dark and creepy 
forest. Lavender 
Forest. Ever since the Pokemon Tower had been converted into the Radio Tower, 
the 
ghosts had resided in the forest, which was actually their original home. Unlike 
the 
Tower, though, the ghosts never allowed anyone into the Forest. Anyone who tried 
to 
enter was always scared away, or if they did go in, they never came out. Or they 
never 
came out alive. As with any haunted forest, there were always the stories of 
things seen 
inside that were never confirmed. Such as people on the edge of the Forest, dead 
as nails, 
their features frozen in a mask of horror while their bodily position indicated 
that they 
had been running away from something. Something that had probably killed them.  
There 
were some stories of people found dead without a mark on them, as if they had 
died of 
pure terror, and other stories of those who had been ripped limb from limb by an 
unknown force. Either way, the Forest was not the best place to vacation. Or 
wake up in. 
 	As I wondered how I had gotten here, I began to remember some things, like 
floating along the tunnel leading to Lavender Town. Well, that was obvious, 
wasn't it? I 
guess I had just fallen asleep during the ride. I suddenly began to wish that I 
did have 
some of the kind of power that I saw in that dream, just so that I wouldn't be 
helpless 
against whatever forces resided in this forest. Just while I was thinking this, 
I happened to 
look over to the left…where I saw something shiny. I half-crawled over to 
investigate. 
What I found…was a sword. A nice one too, it was a hand-and-a-half sword. With 
silver 
pommel and guard. And the leather sheath was bound in silver as well. I felt a 
sense of 
dread, and for once, I actually knew where it was coming from. I reached out a 
hand to 
pick up the sword, but I wasn't sure I really wanted to touch it. It was just 
lying the, 
propped up against a tree, not hurting anything, but in my dream, this sword had 
killed a 
thousand men.  Not only was I horrified about what this word had been used for, 
but I 
was afraid of what would happen if the one who owned it came back for it. 
As I sat, paralyzed with indecision, an unknown voice spoke out, " Go ahead. If 
anyone has the right to wield that sword, it is you, Cray."
I looked around, trying to figure out who was speaking, and where they were, but 
I saw no one around. I called out tentatively, " Hello?"
The eerie, disembodied voice replied, " Hello? What are you, a scared five-year-
old? C'mon, it's not THAT scary."
I quickly replied, " Sorry, I was just shaken by the fact that you have no 
perceptible physical form. But upon considering, I have decided that it is 
probably a good 
thing, considering that you are likely ugly as all hell."
The voice said, "Now, that's bet- HEY! How dare you!"
I just snickered, as I asked, "so, considering as I can't see you, you mind 
telling 
me who you are? Just a little curious, you see."
The voice replied, " Cray, I am your father. Well, actually I'm your great-
great-
great-great-grandfather, but oh well. To make it a little easier, it was my eyes 
you were 
looking through in that dream." ( Authors Note: you saw it coming, I know. But 
the 
reason everyone uses that pun is that it's so bloody overused!)
I was kind of shocked. Not surprised, really, but shocked. You would too, if you 
were having a conversation with a (probably) long dead ancestor. But oh well. 
Not the 
weirdest thing to happen so far. I did one of the only intelligent things 
possible in the 
situations: I started pumping him for information. 
" How did you bring me here? How can you still exist if you're that far back 
removed from me? Are you alive? If not, how can you talk? And what about…"
The voice did the only intelligent thing possible in that situation. It yelled, 
"SHADDUP!" 
It worked. I shut up. For about five seconds.
" Were those your memories I was experiencing while I dreamed?" I asked.
The Voice simply said nothing. I waited a minute or two, and then it finally 
replied, " Ok, I guess you're quicker than I thought.  Just like a bloody 
lightning bolt. 
Yes, they were mine. Why I brought you here was to lift the five hundred year 
old curse 
on our family that was started when I was too scared to enter this very forest 
to complete 
a task I was called to do by some unknown force. Ok?"
I just replied, " Ok, no problem."
If the voice had had some kind of physical form, I guess it would've been giving 
me a strange look, but it just decided to give me one more piece of information. 
" The 
effect of the curse is bad luck. To break it, you have to find something called 
the Ring of 
Fortune. And then you have to fulfill the quest that I could not. Have fun!"
"Wait, what about my broken ankle? How am I supposed to get out of here?"
As a reply, I felt all the pain suddenly leave my ankle, and heard a kind of 
snapping sound as the bones worked themselves back into place.
"Well that was gross…" I muttered. I tried standing up, and it turns out there 
was 
nothing wrong with my ankle.
" Hurry up! Take the sword and get going!" the Voice reminded me.
" Um, what about my wrist? This is a two handed sword you know! How am I 
supposed to use it one-handed? And with my off hand at that?"
The Voice made a kind of snickering sound, and said, "The narrator said it was a 
hand-and-a-half sword, meaning you can use it with one or two. You wanna argue, 
take 
it up with him."
(switching perspectives)
Cray: Ok, why can't I have something smaller? A kindjal, a gladius, even a 
coustille sword. Any of those would be great.
Author: because they won't even put a dent in some of the things you'll be 
fighting. That, and I'm evil.
Cray: I agree, you are, and I'll show what'll put a dent in what...
Author: It's not that hard to use a hand-and-a-half sword. Now quit whining and 
get back to the story.
I decided to take the somewhat wiser course of stopping the narrative argument 
and picking up the sword. Turns out it was a hell of a lot lighter than I had 
thought. 
(Author: told you so) Shut up! Anyway,  I awkwardly hooked the frog (yes, that 
is 
what that little hanger thing is called) on my belt, and started walking away, 
beginning 
the long, long, journey out of the forest. 


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Isaac

The Tower was…interesting. It was creepy as all hell, but interesting. Kaiyen 
was scared 
out of his skin, being a normal type and all, at least until I reminded him 
about his Bite 
attack. That calmed him down a bit, but not as much as it should have. I guess 
al the 
stress just kinda has that effect on people. We walked past the front desk, not 
really 
interested in winning a radio card, and suddenly realized we were in the wrong 
place. The 
Tower had the same general design as it had before, except for the complete lack 
of 
graves and stuff. That was a tiny, tiny, indicator that this was not the place 
we should be 
visiting. Then I happened to notice a girl levitating a chair of the ground. I 
gestured 
toward her, and Kaiyen looked over. His little brown eyes widened, and we 
glanced at 
each other, and both nodded. We walked over and introduced ourselves. "Hello 
miss, my 
name is Isaac Jameson, and I was wondering…" 
She cut me off without looking up, "No, I will not buy anything, and no, I will 
not 
go out with you."
	I was a little disappointed… but hey, I know when I should stay to the 
point, and 
this definitely seemed like a good time, as I replied. " I admit, the second one 
did cross 
my mind, but that's not what I'm here for. A friend of mine is missing, and I 
was 
wondering if you could help me find him."
	 This made her look up. And oh boy, was I glad she did, because it gave me 
a full 
view of her stunningly beautiful…err, face. Yeah, that was what I was thinking 
of. 
(Authors Note: he's telling the truth. Right) Really, though, she had a 
beautiful face, with 
long raven waist-length hair, and turquoise eyes, like the color of the sea 
sparkling in the 
sun… and she had this laughing air about her… oh yeah. That's because she was 
laughing. At me.
	" Sorry, but I'm a psychic, not a miracle worker. I can't just conjure up 
missing 
people out of nowhere. I would either need to know the person really well, or… 
well, 
they would have to have a psychic signature of extreme power. I mean, it would 
have to 
be absolutely off the scales, or else really odd, otherwise it would be 
impossible to pick 
out among all the signatures out there."
	" Ok, do you think you would be able to pick out a psychic signature with 
a 
magnitude of 76.110 on the Saffron Gym scale? With an Electric or possibly 
Dragon 
elemental power type?"
	Her beautiful green eyes opened very wide at that. " Are you serious?" she 
asked. 
I nodded. "Well, I might be able to do something with that…"

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I always liked the Forest. *sigh*, yes, the Lavender Forest. What's so weird 
about that? 
(dun answer that…) Today, I was taking one of my long walks into the dark, 
creepy heart 
of the forest. (what, you've never watched a horror movie? Everybody likes to be 
scared 
sometimes!)  I was just walking along peacefully, minding my own business, when 
out of 
the blue, I …I…I… I tripped. And worse, it was over the walking staff I was 
carrying. 
They're supposed to HELP you walk! But after that, I came upon one of my 
favorite places in the forest: the lake. I stopped to look at it, thinking that 
I might possibly go for a swim, when I 
noticed a figure over a ways down the shore, resting against one of the nearer 
trees to the 
water. I froze, my mind going over everything I had ever learned about self-
defense… 
which wasn't much. But, hey! That's what the really big stick is for!
 So, I cautiously crept forward.  I was only about five feet away when the 
figure finally 
noticed me, apparently waking just waking from a deep sleep. I could see now 
that it was 
a boy, seemingly no older than me, with dark black hair. He had a kind of sling 
or 
something on his right arm. It looked like it had been made out of a vest. As he 
shifted, I 
caught sight of a sword! I started backing away, readying my staff for a 
desperate 
defense…

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Cray

I thought she was an angel. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the 
most 
beautiful girl I had ever seen. Eyes like sapphire starlight bound in beautiful 
crystalline 
orbs set in an angelic face framed by long chestnut hair. I wasn't so sure that 
I hadn't 
woken up from one dream into another, but if I had, I didn't want to wake up. I 
slowly 
began to realize that she was afraid of something. Then her words stated to 
register in my 
mind: "Stay back! Don't come any closer! I have a staff and I know (kinda) how 
to use 
it!"
	I got up, slowly and carefully, making sure not to bump my arm against 
anything, and said, "Don't worry. I'd never think of hurting someone as 
beautiful as you."
	She was partly confused, partly flattered, and very scared. "Stay away 
from me! I'll use this staff if I have to! Don't come anywhere near me!"
	I stopped, looking at her sadly, and began to back away, not being really 
afraid of 
her staff, but rather, not wanting to give her any reason to be scared. It 
turned out, however, 
that I needn't have worried…
	The Tyranitar struck hard and fast. It came charging out of the tree line, 
roaring 
like a demon, arms out to either side in an attempt to trap whoever had invaded 
its 
territory between its claws and its horn. Unfortunately, it was heading right 
towards this 
beautiful stranger… I had to snap myself out of the trance I had been in so that 
I could actually think straight. I quickly took action, drawing my sword 
(awkwardly) and 
rushing to help the girl, who was desperately trying to fight off the wild 
Pokemon with 
her staff. I never thought about the fact that I had about as much sword 
training as she did 
staff training…
	I got there just as the beast broke her staff into a million pieces. I 
tried to get its 
attention by giving it a good slash across the back… not the brightest idea. I 
really 
should've stabbed it, would've done more damage… but anyway, I DID get its 
attention. 
Along with a bunch of rocks that seemingly fell out of nowhere. I staggered 
through the 
Rock Slide, deflecting as much as I could with my sword (though it is horrible 
for the 
blade!) and finally forced my way through, and began a slashing contest with the 
wild 
Pokemon. Don't try this at home! I was able to block a couple, but I was getting 
really 
tired, sore, and delirious. The sling that I had jury-rigged for my right arm 
was in shreds. 
Then, suddenly, out of the blue, the Tyranitar was thrown out of the way by a 
huge blast 
of coherent light. I looked around drunkenly for the source, and saw the girl 
standing a 
ways away, with a Dragonair by her side. I sheathed my sword and stumbled over, 
after 
casting a glance at the somehow fainted Tyranitar.
	Immediately, she said, " That was absolutely the stupidest thing I've ever 
seen 
anyone do! Fighting a Pokemon, armed with nothing but a sword! Especially one 
that 
powerful! What were you thinking?"
	I simply replied, " I wasn't thinking, I simply acted. I could not have 
done 
otherwise. And it looks like it was a good thing too."
	She calmed down a bit, and said " Well, I suppose I should thank you for 
saving 
my life, but why didn't you just send out a Pokemon? It would've been easier."
	" If I had one, sure, but I don't. And, before you yell at me any more, 
you mind 
telling me your name?"
	" Ryli Irah." She replied, "And yours?"
	" Cray Jacobs." I answered.
" Ok, so then, Cray, you mind telling me why the hell you're out in the middle 
of the 
most dangerous forest in the world without a Pokemon?"
I nodded, "Sure, why not. But you'll probably not believe it." And sat down 
against a tree, as I began to tell my story…
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well, I decided to rewrite a little bit of this one too. It wasn't as bad as the 
others, but there were parts that I didn't like that much, and parts that didn't 
make sense. If you feel like it, please review at riyn2799@yahoo.com