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| Lugia Windsor; How the legend came to be... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 7 2007, 02:45 PM (112 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Jan 7 2007, 02:45 PM Post #1 |
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This is one of the first fanfics I've written for ages and the first I've posted here. Hope it ain't too bad. Lugia Windsor Before disorder, there was calm. Just calm. Three legendary Pokemon known as Moltres, Zapdos and Articuno were rumoured to have once been nothing more than stone statues, awakened by one teenage girl more than 1000 years ago. A girl by the name of Georgia Windsor… I stared out across the sea, the ocean calm, holding three islands in its breadth; Fire Island, Lightning Island and Ice Island. They were popular tourist attractions to anyone who visited this area because of the three gigantic stone statues they guarded. No one knew where the statues came from, who they were built by and when, that’s what makes them so famous. I once heard a rumour that they were figures of real Pokemon - extinct Pokemon, to be exact. My father had promised to take me and by brothers, Jeffery and Thomas, across to visit the islands today. We’d been before and we all enjoyed it. There was a small shop near our house that rented out small wooden boats to anyone who wanted them, for a small fee of course. We however, were a rich family and could afford it. We crossed the water in less than an hour and first arrived on Fire Island. Father trusts us to explore on our own, as we are old enough and we have been before. The stone statue sat majestically on top of a podium. The bird’s strong looking wings trailed blazing embers behind them. Moltres. “Hide and seek Georgia!” ordered my younger brother, Thomas. He was 10 years old and acted just like Jeffery, who was seven. I’m 15, and don’t particularly enjoy playing with them. “Okay, if I must,” I groaned. “I’m on!” shouted Thomas, and the youngest one of us ran out of his sight. Thomas sat down next to our father whilst he counted. I had to think fast. I hated getting caught in hide and seek. My little brothers always tickled me when they found me and it was really annoying. Immediately I jumped behind the statue of Moltres. The podium on which is stood was cube shaped, and could hide me if I crouched down. I breathed a sigh of relief and leant against the stone. That was strange. As I leant back, I felt no solid object behind me. Something sucked at my elbow, pulling me through this mystical vortex. I fell backwards into space soundlessly. Pain surged through my back as I fell onto a solid floor. It looked like a cave, but I wasn’t the only one there. Deep breathing coming from right behind me sent a chill down my spine. I daren’t move for fear of what would happen. I didn’t want to see how horrible it was, or how bad my chances of life were, but at the same time I needed to know what I was up against. The screech of a bird nearly as tall as me instructed me to whip around and be greeted with a living version of the bird I’d seen on the podium. It was much bigger in real life than I’d expected. The golden creature of terror gazed at me through piercing red eyes. It spread its wings and its knobbly claws left the ground. Moltres soared towards me at a speed I’d never seen before. Scorching hot embers that trailed from its wings licked at my white-blonde hair. The bird missed my head by inches as I ducked. The golden plumage of its belly skimmed the top of my head. My hair blew around my face as if there was wind at a speed a million times higher than I’d know, but there wasn’t. It was a cave with no exit. As the chicken-like head of the legendary bird disappeared through the wall of the cave, I knew what I had to do. I thrust my arms around the feathered fiend and it pulled me through the vortex behind it. Moltres pulled me high above the island, shaking as hard as it could to free itself. Suddenly, I found my grip loosening and I fell. My ivory coloured dress parachuted out as I fell. I thought I was about to die. How I didn’t, I have no idea. I came back down to Earth with a splash – literally! I landed in the water behind the cliffs to the opposite side of the island from where we’d arrived. Water rose up around me on all sides. I splashed around, crying out for help. When none came, I decided my best chance was to grasp the rock of the cliffs, which had now become dangerously sharp. I made my way round to the friendlier side of the island with sore, bloody hands. I was so relieved to be back safely that I collapsed. However, there was no time to rest; Moltres, the giant mythical bird hovered overhead, gazing down at us in apparent hatred. Its bony beak stretched open wide. Inside, a giant roaring ball of fire formed. Rapidly, Moltres’ head jerked forward, sending the gaseous sphere spiralling towards me. I jumped out of its path behind a rock to avoid being toast. Where my family were, I had no idea, but if they weren’t going to come, I’d have to save myself. Yeah, brave aren’t I? “Father?!” I screamed, panicking, “Thomas?! Jeffery?! If you can hear me, come out now!” No one responded. A wave of panic flooded over me. I was Moltres’ next meal. I stayed hidden, held my breath, peeking over to glimpse my feathered predator when I dared. The giant beat its wings, scanning the area, and then turned away unexpectedly. It was relief at its sweetest. Was I the luckiest girl alive? No – I still had to find my family. Now that Moltres had fled, I was safe, but still unprotected. “Is anyone there?” I called, though I doubted a response. “Hello?” Just my luck. Either they were ignoring me or they really weren’t here. My legs gave way and I hit the floor, my ivory coloured dress got slightly stained, but it didn’t matter. As a matter of fact, I weren’t really that bothered about my appearance, though my family were. Light, fluffy clouds layered over the sun. Just like any other day here. The azure waters around were now as calm as ever, now Moltres was gone. Strange really. I was fascinated with Moltres. It was the image of majesty, now burning away over to the neighbouring island. The neighbouring island! Ice Island! If the legend of Moltres was true, then so must be the legends of Articuno and Zapdos. I remember being told the legends of the birds for the first time by my mother, a beautiful woman, but with deep, chocolate coloured wavy hair, so much unlike mine. I was about five years old at the time. On the spur of the moment, I clambered into the hired rowing boat. My family weren’t a priority really. It was like I was possessed. I had to get to Ice Island, no matter what stood in my way. It seemed like the world would end if I couldn’t make it. When I arrived at the next island over, the legendary birds of fire and ice were already terrorising the mass number of tourists that were there. There must have been about 20 people, probably all on a day trip out. Articuno perched on top of the statue that immortalised it (were the birds even mortal?) and screeched a threatening cry to its enemy, Moltres. The onlookers shivered. There was nothing we could do now. Now Articuno and Moltres were woken, I’d say the chances of Zapdos following are pretty high. “Come on!” I called to the tourists, though not loud enough to distract the birds from each other and make them fight us. The day-trippers dashed in a frenzy towards the boats. About six of us crammed into each of them was way more than it should have been, but people wanted to know that they were with their friends and family, who were also safe. We all pushed off from the grey, dull beach with our oars as quickly as possible. We splashed about rather stupidly, though, our oars kept bashing into each other. By the time the birds had realised of our disappearance, we were all only about a third of the way back to the main island – my home. Moltres and Articuno cut through the skies above, only helped by their slender frames. Blasts of ice froze us, prior to the contrasting fire of Moltres singeing us. We’d never escape now and that was as good as fact. Only to add to our troubles, a third bird of electric yellow took off from the island we were yet to visit. Its wings were tipped with black, dangerously spiked, like needles. Though it wasn’t as sleek and slender as the others, Zapdos made it to the scene of our death in mere seconds. Lightning surged through the bones of every one of us, electrocuting us to decease. That was the end for the others, but I, the birds of hatred resurrected me in a new form; one of them. That was the end of the world as the people back then knew it. Only Georgia Windsor, the 15 year old who awoke the legendary birds from their everlasting sleep survived. A fourth bird soared off to the island of residence. The ghostly white and lavender feathers belong to the only one granted the gift to make peace, should the legendary birds awaken again. |
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