Pokedex One-Shots (PG)

[Missingno. Master]

Hold on, there's a PM list? *checks first post* Why haven't I seen it before? Anyways, I want on that list, please. These stories are just too good to miss.

[Ysavvryl]

My writing comp keeps getting borrowed from me! But I love these Mareep. And something cool about this story: Kadabra is the 50th First Generation Pokemon I have covered in this thread! Awesome!

Anyhow, yeah, there's a PM list, so I'll add you two to the list.

In Process: Haunter
On Deck: Steelix, Dragonair/Nincada, Metapod/Kakuna/Cascoon, Arbok/Weezing, Tangla/Tangrowth, Growlithe/Arcanine
Reserve: Nidoking (6/21)


MAREEP
Leaf Green entry: If static electricity builds in its body, its fleece doubles in volume. Touching it will shock you.

KADABRA
Sapphire entry: Kadabra holds a silver spoon in its hand. The spoon is used to amplify the alpha waves in its brain. Without the spoon, the Pokemon is said to be limited to half the usual amount of its telekinetic powers.


“NOOOOOOO!!!!"

The herd of Mareep all looked up, startled. Unfortunately, the air was dry, causing their fleece to build static. When that happened, it fluffed up tremendously, making them look like large balls of yellow wool. Normally shearing helped, but some of them hadn’t been sheared for two weeks. The excessively fluffed fleece killed their peripheral vision.

Then a couple were able to spot the problem. The other Pokemon that worked with the human shepherd was looking around frantically. “No alarm, it’s just Kadabra,” one of them said.

“No alarm?” Kadabra put his head in his hands. “No alarm?! This is terrible.”

“Predators?” The Mareep all twitched their tails; the small bulbs at the tips of those tails were all brightly aglow with static build.

“Not yet. But I’ve lost my spoon.”

“That shiny thing you always have?”

He dropped his hands. “Yes. It’s very important that I have it. I can’t focus without it, so I can’t do my job. But since I can’t focus, I can’t find out where it is or remember where I may have left it. This is agonizing. I might never be the same...”

The nearest Mareep held up a foot. “Well there’s a bunch of us here. Let’s look for the spoon!”

“Okay!” The herd began snuffling on the ground, searching for the Kadabra’s silver spoon.

Kadabra nodded. “Thanks guys. I’ll look too... it’s just got me all anxious to be without it.”

“Where’d you last have it?” a Mareep asked, deciding to look by his peer.

“I had it before I took my nap,” he replied after thinking for a moment. “I was looking into it in mediation. I slept deeper than I meant to, maybe because it was gone. So it should be right here near me.” He got up and looked around. “But it’s not.”

“There’s a spoon over here,” one of the Mareep called. “It’s in the shepherd’s lunch.”

“What?!”

It pointed with a foot. “Right there.”

There was a small gathering of the human shepherd’s items: a backpack, binoculars, a knife, a first aid kit. There was also the remains of his lunch, a large blue thermos with a meaty soup scent lingering inside. Insultingly, a silver spoon was sticking out of it as if it was just an ordinary utensil. Kadabra picked it out and looked at it sadly. It was smudged and dirty.

“My poor spoon... this is terrible! How could he do this to me?”

“You can clean it,” one of the Mareep suggested, trying to be helpful.

“Oh I will, have no doubt.” He frowned. “But this is insulting. He knew that was my spoon because he took it from me. And then he ate with it!”

“Isn’t that what a spoon is for?”

“Not my special spoon. I told you, it focuses my mind, my mental powers. It is the symbol of my power. It came to me and is a part of me. So if someone abuses my spoon, they abuse me.”

“Like our tail orbs?” She caused hers to flicker, getting the rest of the herd to follow suit. “That’s terrible. We’re sorry we didn’t do anything.”

“You’re not to blame. Besides, you helped find it.” Kadabra rubbed his chin. “You might be able to help do something about it in return. This new shepherd hasn’t been a good one.”

“Yeah, we need a shearing.” The speaking Mareep shook himself, causing a number of static crackles. “With this dry weather, we might accidentally spark a fire.”

“Yes, and he left us on our own, while I was napping.” He looked into his spoon, grimaced for a moment, then focused on the issue. “He’s not that far off. Come. We’re going to have some fun with him.”

-+-

The young shepherd was distracted in love. The woman of his affection would walk by the flock’s current pasture every day. Happily, today they talked for a long time. He figured the flock would be all right. Kadabra was with them and would act before danger got too close.

“Is there a day we could get together later on?” he asked. “I can’t leave the field today, but maybe later we can go into town.”

“Hmm.” She pulled her basket of gathered berries closer. “Possibly on...”

“Baaa!”

The sound got the shepherd’s attention. He looked back to see where the Mareep were. Oddly enough, there were three bobbing along in the air towards him. As their yellow fleece was thick and puffed out, they appeared like small clouds.

The woman with him gasped and stepped back. “Ar-are those dangerous?”

Puzzled, he looked back at her. “What, the Mareep? No, they’re pretty cooperative. I normally don’t see them floating like that, but they won’t harm...” he was about to say ‘you’, but then he absentmindedly reached out to touch one. A jolt of static jumped to him, causing a loud snap and sharp pain. “Yowch!”

The Mareep he touched dropped out of the air. After shaking her head, she looked up at him. “Baaaa!”

“Um, I think I need to take care of their fleece,” he said, half-smiling in embarrassment. “We can talk later... ow!”

Turning again, he saw Kadabra glaring at him. Apparently he had launched a pebble at him with his spoon. The psychic spun the dirty spoon around as if to emphasize his annoyance.

“You shouldn’t be making your partner mad at you,” the woman said.

“Right... I’ve got work to do, sorry.”

Kadabra launched another pebble at him.

“And I’m sorry to you too! Sheesh.” However, he had a feeling that the Pokemon would be harder to get forgiveness from than his crush.

[shac]

Hey Ysavvryl (what does it mean anyway?), I see you are multi-talented. I knew you are good at making fakemon but this is just awesome. I have been reading through them and some are really really good.
Immensely enjoying this!
Oh, and add me to your PM list, if you please!

[growlithe_master]

nice story. a little on the short side, though. then again, who am i to criticize you?

[Killer_Squirtle]

Very funny with the psychic rock chucking ^_^ Have you done a Rotom one yet? [/hint]

[sasukeanditachi]

Wow these are just like...wow.can I be on the pm list also @killer_squirtle yes he did

[SugarPesticide]

“Well there’s a bunch of us here. Let’s look for the spoon!”

Needs a comma in between there.

Normally sheering helped,

I believe you need to use "shear" there instead; sheer means absolute.

I loved Kadabra's worry, especially when comparing him to my sadistic Kadabra. XD Great job as always.

[Ysavvryl]

I had an awesome Haunter story... then decided it would fit Father's Day better than Nidoking. It makes sense! And I did Rotom for Halloween last year (one of the best ones, I think, even in script format).

I don't mind critics; that helps me too. As for shortness, I do consider most of these writing exercises, and so very few of them have been polished up much or lengthened. I just go with how much of an idea I get from the 'dex.

As for what my username means, it's a name I made up for the first novel I finished. She's the dragonian angel of prophecy. So if I made up a Pokemon based on that, it would certainly be Dragon/Psychic.

In Process: Steelix
On Deck: Metapod/Kakuna/Cascoon, Arbok/Weezing, Tangla/Tangrowth, Growlithe/Arcanine
Reserve: Gastly/Haunter (6/21)


DRAGONAIR
Leaf Green entry: A mystical Pokemon that exudes a gentle aura. It is said to have the ability to change the weather.

NINCADA
Sapphire entry: Nincada lives underground. It uses its sharp claws to carve the roots of trees and absorb moisture and nutrients. This Pokemon can't withstand bright sunlight so avoids it.


The tree knew she was there. It tightened its defenses, releasing a bitter chemical into its roots. When she gnawed down on the nearest one, it tasted horrible. She had fed off this tree long enough and it was time to find a new one.

She wasn’t in any hurry. Nincada’s life was never about hurrying. Living underground, she siphoned all she needed from tree roots, then moved on when it began fighting back. Trees lived slow lives too, but when they took notice, they could get on the defensive quickly. So could she, if her life were at stake. Mostly it was just waiting, though. She had to endure a lot before she would be ready to evolve.

With her claws, she moved dirt aside to crawl out of the ground. Searching for a tree underground would take too long. But when she broke through to the air, sunlight streamed down. Although she was technically blind, the strong light hurt her senses. She would have to cover the hole back up and wait for nightfall.

Waiting was what she did best.

-+-

A sad song passed along the sleepy river. Dragonair always sang from his heart, so the sadness now was undeniable. As he sang and swam, the orbs on his neck and tail shimmered blue. A sheer curtain of rain followed his progress along the water. It was a small comfort.

By a tree that was half living in the water, Dragonair paused to rest his voice. As he watched, a gray and brown Nincada dug herself out of the ground. She twitched her antennae and tapped her claws, checking out her surroundings. Silently, he swam over to her and placed his chin on the elevated bank.

She noticed and twitched her antennae towards him. “I hope you mean peace, stranger.”

“I will not bother you if you will not bother me,” he replied.

“Good. May the rain bless you.”

“I didn’t call the rain for a blessing. I called it because I didn’t want the sun.”

“Ah. Thank you.” She turned and began walking slowly, tapping along the ground.

Dragonair lifted his head up, then inched to follow her. “Nincada? Why do you thank me for the rain?”

“You called it.”

“But the sun is the giver of life and joy, that which gives us light.”

She made an extra tap of her right claw. “I cannot see. Light does not mean joy to me. Darkness is safety, when predators have a harder time finding me. The rain blocks the sun, which kept me from finding a new tree.”

“Oh.” He looked around. Dozens of trees were scattered around the riverbank within his sight. And yet, “It will take you some time to reach the next tree. Especially if you can’t see it.”

Nincada lifted her head and pointed down the bank, precisely at the nearest tree, a maple. “I can smell it. I’m not sure what’s in the way, but I will get there.”

Dragonair swam forward a few feet, then swam back. “This rain curtain follows me. I can take you to the tree.”

“You are very kind, thank you.” He put his head back down and she felt her way onto it. “What are you called, stranger?”

He lifted his head carefully and slithered along the bank. “Dragonair.”

Nincada tapped her claw on him and sniffed. “You are still unfamiliar, but your smell has no harshness. I have never encountered a dragon before. But then, I have never moved very far in my life.”

“Do you want to travel?”

“It doesn’t matter to me one way or another. Do you?”

“I have traveled far for all my life.”

“With a Trainer?”

“I did. She died not that long ago.”

“I am sorry for your loss.” She gently dragged a claw along his head, apparently a consoling gesture. “But wait and be patient. Time heals all wounds.”

“People say that. Here’s your tree.” He moved closer to the bank to let her down. “I called the rain to be sad with me, but you find it safe, maybe even happy. That seems odd.”

“It’s different, that is all.” When she reached a stable spot, she turned and waved a claw. “You could go be sad with the humans. Your Trainer must have known people.”

“She did.” He tapped Nincada with his nose. “You’re a Bug; you’ll live a shorter time than me. But you seem to know a lot.”

“Will I live shorter? That doesn’t matter, as long as I do live. I have to live underground for seventeen years before I can evolve, unless I go with a Trainer. So I have a lot of time to think. And I’d better get back to the safety of underground.”

“Right. It was good talking with you, Nincada.”

“You too Dragonair.” She began burying herself underground.

He watched her for a bit, then swam back up the river in silence. When he arrived at the place he had left, a girl in a long black dress was there. She greeted him, apparently having been concerned with his disappearance. Then she hugged him in shared loss.

I should be here with the other mourners, he decided. He put his head on her shoulder and sang a sad note.

-+-

Nincada’s claw cut gently into the new tree’s roots. From that, she took a sample taste. The maple wasn’t concerned and didn’t fight back with bitter chemicals. So she could stay here for the time being.

She thought back over her conversation with Dragonair. Although it was short, there was a lot to consider: humans, Trainers, travels, rain, sun, gratitude, blessings, Dragons, Bugs, joy, sadness, life, death. It would occupy her mind for many months.

But she had a long time to wait, to think.

[growlithe_master]

excellent story! it had a good length and you made the two pokemon go together in a very unique way. keep up the good work.

[shac]

I just finished reading all of them. Quite a few were really very good. Some of my favorites so far are: the Umbreon one, the Scyhter/Scizor one, the Porygon one, the Dunsparce/qwilfish one, the meditite one......

If you are still taking requests, I would like one focused on the whole burmy clan and its evolutions.

Cheers...

[MarshtompMan]

Can I request a Silcoon/Beautifly/Dustox entry?

[Ysavvryl]

We have a new guest writer coming up! Elrade has written an interesting story that I think you'll like.

I won't take the Silcoon part of that request, cause I added it to this one. Yes, it's another four-entry story! I'm not sure where all the randomness of it came from, but I like it lots. As for Steelix, it's another one that I'm stuck on. I'll probably be looking into linking it with Onix.

And with these four... I have a third of the Pokedex covered!

Guest: Elrade with Arceus/Darkrai.
In Process: Steelix
On Deck: Arbok/Weezing, Tangla/Tangrowth, Growlithe/Arcanine, Burmy/Wormadam/Mothim, Beautifly/Dustox
Reserve: Gastly/Haunter (6/21)


METAPOD
Emerald entry: Its shell is as hard as an iron slab. A Metapod does not move very much because it is preparing its soft innards for evolution inside the shell.

KAKUNA
Kakuna Emerald entry: It remains virtually immobile while it clings to a tree. However, on the inside, it busily prepares for evolution. This is evident from how hot its shell becomes.

SILCOON
Sapphire entry: Silcoon was thought to endure hunger and not consume anything before its evolution. However, it is now thought that this Pokemon slakes its thirst by drinking rainwater that collects on its silk.

CASCOON
Sapphire entry: If it is attacked, Cascoon remains motionless however badly it may be hurt. It does so because if it were to move, its body would be weak upon evolution. This Pokemon will also not forget the pain it endured.


A bundle of white silk lay on a broad yellow-green leaf. A string of silk was wrapped around the leaf’s stem to make sure it was securely on the tree. While the bundle was mostly still, a small crack blinked open, revealing a red eye. Good, this evolution was complete. But this was far from the time to relax. She had to complete her new body before she could evolve into it. The new Silcoon turned her attention inward. But not for long.

“Hey newcomer!”

She opened her eyehole back up to look at a bundle of purple silk on a nearby leaf. A Cascoon, a male from the sound of the voice. “Hello.”

“Who are you to call her a newcomer?” a third voice added. This came from a brown husk clinging to the nearest branch. From the triangular head shape and body plating, Silcoon knew she was a Kakuna. “You just evolved this morning.”

“Well she’s newer than me, so I’m no longer the newcomer,” Cascoon retorted.

“The more, the merrier,” a fourth voice said, accompanied by a wobbling of Cascoon’s leaf. Tied under the branch was a green pod. He was a Metapod.

“Hey, watch it!” Cascoon complained. “You could knock my leaf off the tree.”

“Oh, sorry.” He stopped bounding.

Silcoon watched her neighbors curiously. “Um, Cascoon, did I know you before? Your voice sounds familiar.”

“Does it? I guess you sound familiar too.” His red eye twitched in looking over her. “Say, are you that cute Wurmple chick who I met while stacking acorns?”

“Yeah, you’re the weird Wurmple guy who was trying to make a replica of the Leaning Tower of Pisa out of acorns. That was never going to work.”

“Ooo, zinged,” Kakuna commented.

“It would’ve worked if it hadn’t kept falling over!” Cascoon insisted. “When I evolve again, I’ll find a way to make it work.”

“Yeah, you can do it!” Metapod cheered. Then he began singing, “Don’t worry.... be happy!”

“That’s the tenth time you’ve sung that today,” Cascoon said. “It’s getting annoying.”

“Twelfth, actually,” Kakuna corrected. “I’ve been here all day with him.”

Metapod blinked, looking sad. “But I was just trying to help, lighten the mood and all.”

“We all have to be working on our next evolution,” the brown Bug pointed out. “It doesn’t help when you keep distracting us every few minutes.”

“It’s not like we have to hurry,” Metapod replied. “It’ll be another five months before spring, when we can come out.”

“Do you know how long it will take to make your new body?”

There was a long pause before he answered. “No.”

“So get to work already.”

“Wait a minute,” Cascoon said, his voice a bit panicky. “FIVE MONTHS? I can’t move from this spot or I’ll ruin the rest of my life! How am I supposed to get anything to drink?”

“You don’t have to worry about food if you pigged out as much as I did,” Metapod answered.

“I’m not asking about food. I want to know about water! I’m not thirsty now, but I will be.”

“It should be okay,” Silcoon said. “Dew gathers every morning and, if I heard it right, it’ll slide along the silk and be available to drink when you need it.”

He looked down, a bit embarrassed. “Oh right, I should have figured. Dew and rain huh? What happens if it gets cold? I heard from a Gloom that it’ll all be snow and ice then.”

“This process produces enough heat to keep ice from coating us,” Kakuna answered.

“How do you know that?”

“I kept warm and toasty during last night’s chill. And my Beedrill elders told me not to worry. Nature has everything sorted out for us, so we just have to sit here and work on ourselves.”

“It’s a lot of work to do, though.”

“We’ve got five months. Don’t worry...”

“DON’T START SINGING THAT SONG AGAIN!”

Below his stem, Metapod whimpered.

Silcoon thought about it, feeling bad for the green Pokemon. “You know, if we’re going to be neighbors for that long, you ought to be nice to him.”

Cascoon made an exaggerated sigh. “Don’t remind me. I’d rather think about how to make my tower of acorns work.”

“Maybe if you stuck some needles or sticks in them to hold them together,” Kakuna suggested.

“How am I supposed to stick needles in acorns?”

“You’ll be stronger when you evolve, right?”

“I know!” Metapod called. “You need some Gorilla Glue! That stuff is the strongest adhesive ever made.”

“You know the word ‘adhesive’?” Cascoon said snidely.

Ignoring him, Metapod went on. “Once you stick something with it to something else, it never comes off. My brother once got stuck to a tetherball with some Gorilla Glue.” He closed his eyes. “Poor kid.”

“Sorry to hear that he died,” Silcoon said softly.

“Oh no, he didn’t die. Nurse Joy had to cut him off of the tetherball’s skin, but now he has bits of red vinyl permanently stuck to his underside. It wasn’t easy for him to walk.” He paused. “I wonder if he’ll still have the vinyl bits when he’s a Butterfree.”

“Uh-huh,” Cascoon said. “He’s certainly your brother.”

The branch they were all attached to shuddered. They went silent. After some stillness, the shaking continued. Silcoon and Cascoon had both latched their leaves to the branch; Kakuna and Metapod seemed equally secured. A purple Rattata soon appeared, walking along the branch. Every few steps, he sniffed at it.

“Gotta be something,” he muttered. He put a paw on Kakuna, but rapidly snatched it back. “Ouch! What’s with the heat?”

“Sorry,” she replied. “Don’t go stepping on me next time.”

He snorted. “Well if you didn’t look like part of the branch, I wouldn’t have stepped on you.” He stepped over Kakuna, then sniffed at Metapod. “Finally.” He bit him.

And immediately squealed in pain. “Buzz off!” Metapod shouted. “We Bugs don’t need the likes of you around here.”

Rattata growled. “You nut! I nearly chipped my tooth on you!”

“Well, you did bite him,” Silcoon pointed out.

“If you’re gonna try eating us, just know that I have Poison Sting!” Cascoon shouted.

“As do I,” Silcoon added.

“Me too,” Kakuna said, scratching her claw against another to make a rasping noise.

“Sorry about making a mistake,” Rattata replied with a sneer. “I usually don’t make my lunch of things that talk back.” He then jumped off the branch, making it quiver harder.

“I can Tackle,” Metapod said, trying to sound helpful.

“Your shell is probably enough to deter most threats,” Silcoon said.

“Then nobody will mess with us!” He took a deep breath and started singing while swinging on the branch. “Everywhere we go, people wanna know...”

“For goodness sakes,” Cascoon grumbled.

“Who we are, and we tell them...”

“At least it’s a different song,” Kakuna replied, barely hiding a giggle.

“We are tigers! Mighty mighty tigers!”

Cascoon’s eye slit narrowed. “I swear, when we evolve, I’m gonna make you suffer for every moment of annoyance you’ve given me! And I’ll remember all of them, have no doubt. Now stop shaking my leaf!”

“Oops.” Metapod slowed his swing to a stop. “Sorry, I just got excited.”

“At least we won’t get bored in the next five months,” Silcoon said.

“Don’t remind me.”

-+-

A year later, as autumn once again descended on the forest, a Beautifly came upon a Dustox and a Beedrill examining a pile of scattered acorns. “I’m telling you, you need some needles to pin them together.”

“You’re just obsessed with needles,” Dustox retorted.

“Oh hi,” Beautifly said. “You guys were my neighbors last winter.”

“Hi,” Beedrill replied with a salute from her long needle. “It’s been a while. How’ve you been?”

“Great. How about you?”

“I’m fine, but he’s still thick-headed.”

“Hey!” He shook his head, then said, “Have you seen that crazy Butterfree around? We haven’t and I was wondering about him the other day.”

“You miss him?”

“No! I was just wondering, that’s all.”

A sing-song voice broke through the trees. “We are tigers! Mighty mighty tigers!”

“I guess that answers that,” Dustox said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I don’t want him to know that I’m around.”

“Oh my gosh, Dustox! Beedrill! Beautifly” Butterfree squealed happily as he came into the clearing. “It seems like it’s been for-ev-er!”

“I wish it was,” Dustox grumbled under his breath.

[shac]

That was pretty good. Metapod was amusing!
Can't wait for the burmy one..........

[Missingno. Master]

heh. I like that one. That was pretty good. I like how Cascoon kept getting annoyed by Metapod.

[Elrade]

Woo, my first on! It's based on the Book of Genesis. Y'know, from the Bible! Apparently, Cynthia and Cyrus were both named after the first humans. Oh, and it's about the clash between Arceus and Darkrai.

Arceus' Platinum entry: It is said to have emerged from an egg in a place where there was nothing, then shaped the world.
Darkrai's Pearl entry: Folklore has it that on moonless nights, this Pokémon will make people see horrific nightmares.

Genesis 1:1-21
1 In the beginning, there was nothing but a swirling void. In the middle of that void was an egg.
2 The egg, filled with unimaginable energies, was about to hatch. Within this egg were the energies of light and darkness, with a being separating these two primordial essences.
3 The being then summoned up its strength, cracking the shell into two neat halves, which formed two more entities; an entity of pure light, and an entity of pure darkness.
4 The first being was the Original One, Arceus. And He called the being of light Cresselia, and she was good. He named the being of darkness Darkrai, and he was good.
5 Arceus then created three more beings: a being of time, a being of space, and a being of spirit. The being of time was called Dialga; the being of space, Palkia; and the being of spirit, Giratina. Time and space began to form, and the essence of life flowed through this universe. And it was good.
6 Arceus then crafted three more beings; a being of knowledge, Uxie; a being of emotions, Mesprit; and a being of willpower, Azelf. And it was good.
7 Arceus created more beings, and three of them, Groudon, Kyogre and Rayquaza, shaped a world that would be the center of the universe. Arceus looked at this world, and He said, “Let this planet be the home of a race of beings crafted in our image.”
8 The many Shaymin filled the continents with plants, and Manaphy and his Phione followers crafted the first ocean life, the original Water Pokémon.
9 Regigigas’ followers, Regice, Regirock, and Registeel started to craft beings on the land in many forms; these were the first Pokémon that walked upon the land, while Lugia and Ho-Oh created the first Pokémon that soared in the sky. Arceus then looked upon this, his creation, and He said that it was good.
10 Finally, Arceus himself used his thousand arms to craft a different sort of being from clay. He was tall and strong, with black hair and a kind visage. Arceus smiled at this, his finest creation; man. He named the man Cyrus.
11 For years, Arceus and His court watched Cyrus interact with his Pokémon friends. Yet, as the Pokémon prospered with their mates and children, Cyrus lived alone, with no others of his kind. Arceus, feeling sorry for the lonely man, decided to craft a mate for him while he slept.
12 Arceus took a rib from Cyrus in his slumber, and created a lovely creature, as beautiful as the lovely sunset with long red hair. Her name was Cynthia, and she was the first woman.
13 Arceus commanded the two to take dominion over all the species of Pokémon, but told them not to take fruit from the great tree in the center of the land. They obeyed.
14 Meanwhile, Darkrai had other plans. Secretly, he plotted a scheme that would overthrow Arceus himself, so he could become the ruler of the universe.
15 However, Arceus’ most trusted son, Giratina heard of this scheme, and battled Darkrai. Their battle raged in the heavens above the world, terrifying the Pokémon both celestial and earthly, as well as the humans.
16 Eventually, Arceus discovered this battle. Darkrai lied, and told the Original One that Giratina was planning betrayal. Arceus believed his most trusted advisor over his most trusted son, and banished Giratina to another dimension.
17 It was then that Darkrai’s plan came into fruition. In the form of an Arbok, he met with Cynthia, and tempted her to eat of the tree of knowledge. She did, and she shared with Cyrus. The two then saw revalations, and clothed themselves with leaves from a Figy berry bush.
18 Arceus, enraged, then appeared before the two. Again, Darkrai lied, and told Arceus that he had attempted to stop the two humans, and once again went unpunished. Arceus penalized the two humans by making them mortal.
19 Cyrus and Cynthia watched as the landmass split apart, pulled from different ends by Regigigas and his followers. A great mountain arose where the tree of knowledge once lay. This was Mount Coronet.
20 In the heavens, The final part of Darkrai’s plan succeeded; he lulled Arceus into an eternal sleep, and the Original One was plagued by nightmares which drained his life force and power, giving them to his treacherous adviser.
21 At that moment, Dialga and Palkia avenged their brother, casting Darkrai down from the heavens into Earth, where he wanders to this day, collecting souls from unwary people and Pokémon, both the innocent and the sinners, and humans and Pokémon suffer, their paradise lost forever, all due to the machinations of the Nightmare King.

[growlithe_master]

great stories! the cocoon pokemon one was pretty funny. lol, i woulve gone crazy with that metapod singing every day.

the darkrai ana arceus one was great. it had a "bibley" feel to it, which was what you were going for, so great job. its also sort of cool to see your take on all the legendaries and forming the universe and the world.

[tumbleweed93]

Elrade I must say.....that was AWESOME! I especially liked the choice of Cyrus and Cynthia being the first humans, and the explanation about Giratina's banishment.

And that Metapod in the other story reminded me of...well...me!

Can't wait for the Tangrowth and Tangela one!

[SugarPesticide]

Excellent job, Elrade. I love how you tied several Pokemon myths to Genesis, and the Cyrus/Cynthia connection. ^_^

As for the cocoons, they made me giggle. I wouldn't have thought that four Pokemon that do almost nothing would make for such a quality story, but they did. LOL Metapod XD

A couple of slight needs for punctuation:

Dew and rain huh?

Needs a comma.

“Oh my gosh, Dustox! Beedrill! Beautifly”

Should be another exclamation mark after Beautifly.

[Elrade]

Yeah, I'm totally going to have to make another one about... I dunno, Scyther and Scizor or something.

[eyha]

I finally finished the story I said I was going to write. Here it is:

Note: this story has a bit of complicated science in it, which may be a little hard to understand if you haven't learned about it in school or something yet. I've put a short explanation about the terms used at the bottom.

Magnemite
Diamond/Pearl entry: The units at its sides generate electromagnetic waves that keep it airborne. It feeds on electricity.

Haunter
Diamond entry: It can slip through any obstacle. It lurks inside walls to keep an eye on its foes.

Professor Oak yawned loudly, and hastily covered his mouth with his hand. He rubbed his eyes and straightened up to blearily stare around the room - what time is it? He glanced wearily over towards the small clock hung neatly over the door. The thin black hands were both pointing straight up to the twelve . This caused him to rub his eyes again and take another, more attentive look. Was it that late already? Oh well, he may as well quickly try to finish the intro to his report before he went to his bed, though thinking about his warm, soft bed was pretty tempting…

Suddenly, a very sharp shock ran straight through his body, causing him to sit bolt upright again.

“Arghhh!” he cried out in pain.

He quickly twisted around and glared, though not much, at the small metallic ball hovering just behind his back, which appeared to have two magnets attached to its body and was pushing them both into contact with his back.

“What did you do that for?” he asked.

“Mag-ne…<sorry…>” it muttered, hovering slightly away, looking slightly irritated.

Oak realised that he must have nodded off, and quickly apologised to the Magnemite.

“I'm sorry Magnet, I must have nodded off, but can you not shock me next time?”

The Magnemite rolled its eye, then bobbed off out of the study to another part of the lab.

“(His trainer wasn't joking when he said that his Pokemon had an attitude problem,)” mused Professor Oak.

He wringed his hands, before bending down in front of the computer screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard, but then he heard a loud crack form his back. He rapidly sat up dead straight and carefully studied his back with his hands.

“(Gary keeps telling me to sit up straight when I use the computer,)” he remembered, “(says it will give me a bad back otherwise.)” He sighed and smiled lightly to himself, before continuing to type.

For many years, people have wondered how ghost type Pokemon manage to float through walls. Likewise, they have also wondered how some Pokemon, such as Magnemite, are able to levitate. Several years ago, scientists discovered how psychic Pokemon can levitate, but it doesn't explain many other cases. Now, through prolonged communication with other scientists, such as Professor Jan of the Pokemon Physics University, and many experiments, we have managed to find the answer to this question. In both cases, the answer can be found at atomic level. It appears that both are able to influence the electromagnetic field in their very atomic structure in order to influence their physical environment, though in different ways. Magnemites and other electric Pokemon can use their electric powers to boost the electrons in their atoms. The increased charge in the electrons pushes away the electrons in the air and this force keeps it afloat, though it is not known how they can do this without flying apart into subatomic particles. In a similar way, Haunter and other ghost types can alter their atoms to allow their pass through ability. They use their ghostly power (which may or may not be psychic) to pull their electrons temporarily into the inner core of their atoms. This prevents the atoms from falling apart. The Pokemon can then move through the wall. It appears, that since the lack of physicality prevents it from moving its muscles, it is unable to slow down while in ethereal form, though it can turn around while inside a wall. It can make parts of it physical while other parts are ethereal, which is how it can dodge normal and fighting type attacks, though the energy in other forms of attack seems to disrupt its etherealness. It is also unknown how ghosts hold themselves together while ethereal, as the atoms have no way of bonding chemically together.

Professor Oak leaned back into the soft plushy cushion of his armchair and smiled. Quite a decent intro, and he should be able to delegate most of the other work to Jan. How he hated writing reports! It was much more fun to work in the field and study the Pokemon but, alas, if you want to have anyone else know about your discovery, you have to write reports.

Suddenly he realised he had a very painful and disorientating headache, which was very strange considering that he had only written a couple of paragraphs. He turned round to get some aspirin from the cupboard in the bathroom, and found himself face to face with a ghost. It was dark purple in colour, and seemed to have no limbs, but two disembodied hands floated by its main body. It had no neck, and most of the front of its body was occupied by its face, which consisted of two large white eyes, with tiny dots of black for pupils, and a large red mouth, reminiscent of the smile on a Halloween pumpkin, but with a large and long tongue tucked away inside.

“Haun-ter,” it groaned, yet it was smiling like a maniac. It suddenly dropped down and sunk through the floor.

“A wild Haunter!” Professor Oak exclaimed. “It must be from the cemetery to the west of town!”

Suddenly, the Haunter darted out of one of the walls and whooshed past, sending papers everywhere and upending the waste paper basket. Then it rushed out again, causing more destruction in its wake.

“Haunt-er,” it mumbled happily as it continued to tear up the lab.

“My papers!” Yelled Professor Oak, scrambling around helplessly to catch them.

The incorporeal figure suddenly stopped in the middle of the lab and laughed at the Professor's clumsy attempts to chase his work. So busy was it with its merriment, that it failed to notice the small ball of iron and steel quietly sneaking up behind it... at least at first. Suddenly, it appeared to realise it was being tricked, and quickly attempted to shoot away. Of course, it was too late.

“MAG-ne!” snarled Magnet, as it discharged a rather large amount of volts into the Haunter's body.

Sparking wildly, the ghost quickly fled, but to Professor Oak's surprise, when it came into contact with the wall it bounced off like a ping pong ball, then started ricocheting through the lab, eventually coming to rest on the floor, large swirls in its eyes.

“(Wow, it appears that the electric charge cancelled out the Haunter's ability to pass through walls temporarily, so it hit the wall rather than passing through.)” Professor Oak realised. A large grin slowly appeared on his face. “(Wait till everybody hears about this!)” He chuckled and reached for the telephone, thoughts of sleep long forgotten.

Atom- small bits of matter that make up everything in the universe.

Subatomic particles- tiny bits that make up the atom.

Electron- even smaller bits of matter that are part of the atom. They carry an electric charge that pushes at other electrons, which causes other objects to feel solid. If there was no electric charge, you could move through anything, but you would fall straight through the floor. You would also be unable to move, as your muscles wouldn't have anything to move against.