View Full Version : The Final Dance - One Shot

May 26th, 2006, 8:25 AM
My sad little one shot. It won best oneliner on serebii, but I bet you can't tell which line. :o
Anyways, thank you all for visiting, and enjoy! :D

A pear tree, once laden with blossoms. Around it, darkness.


A closed bud, sprouting off a shriveled twig, its colours dictating peace and serenity, a soothing blend of soft pink and white. The last to bloom, for all the others are dead and gone. Alone.

Slowly, the petals unfurl, showing their splendour to the world. A fragment of hope in a world of darkness. The withered tree sways in a prevailing wind, the flower holds on with all its might, to the spark of life swiftly slipping from its grasp.

It fails.

The wind calls it, a melancholic tune that weaves the spell of the final reckoning, the final truth, the final end. With a sigh the flower lets go, allowing itself to be drawn into the heart of the call, the sonorous song, trilling through the ages unto the dawn of time. Away from its home it twirls, born on the wings of the North to fall, its last descent, on the cobbled stones of a courtyard. Silence. Forever silent.

A shadowed figure lies in the heart of the courtyard, tears trickling down her soft face to fall, forgotten, on the dry weathered stone. Her back is bent in grief, silent shudders running down her body as she sobs quietly into folded arms. She looks up, ruby eyes brimming with tears that trickle out of the corners of her eyes. Her green hair hangs over her face, slightly obscuring her features as she stares forlornly at the periwinkle sky. Why? She asks silently, her small cherry red lips mouthing the words. Why did it have to end this way? Why did you abandon me?

Her delicate hands are folded neatly in her lap, they shake uncontrollably. She bows her head once more, drawing her legs closer to herself. A small, pink blossom is blown upwards by a small breeze, drifting past her face. She sees it and reaches out, catching it in cupped hands and bringing it close. A sapphire tear runs down her nose and drops onto the flower, lingering on a poised petal as if it were a drop of dew. She gazes down at it, her eyes moist as the flow of tears slows to a halt. I am useless, she realizes, lips quivering as she held back another onslaught of tears. He threw me away as if I was something disgusting he had found on the bottom of his shoe. What did I do? I may not have been the strongest, but I loved him, like I thought he loved me.

Everything we have, no, had been through together, standing side by side, defeating our opponents against every odd. Until that one, last time. I remember the disappointment that shone clear on his face as I fell, the mocking laughter of the Gengar ringing in my ears. His expressionless face as he released me from my ball for the last time, his monotone voice as he delivered my sentence. I had failed him. So I must go. I remember crying out, lunging forward and attempting to access my powers to stop him. But by the time I got near, it was too late. He crushed my beloved ball, my home for five years, under his foot and walked away. He never even looked back.

Another tear forms and slips quietly down her face. She sits in silence, watching as a small cloud drifts over the sun’s glorious face. It is amazing, she thinks, watching its shadow encroach upon the peaceful sunshine of the courtyard, how something so small can make such a difference… She stops herself, shaking her head to clear it, dismayed at her reaction. Her green hair sways a little, brushing against the two red fins that protrude from the back of her head. I must stop this, she thinks fiercely, anger welling up as she brushes the tear away. It won't turn back time, or do anything but prove that he was right, that I am weak. Her expression hardens. Done is done. Sorrow darts fleetingly over her features as she reaches a decision. Carefully closing her hand she gets to her feet, pausing to brush off the worst of the dirt. Standing, she briefly closes her eyes, lips moving in a quick prayer. But soon the moment is gone and she spreads her arms wide, before opening her mouth and beginning to sing.

A slow tune begins, her sweet, soprano voice rising and falling as she begins to sway from side to side, like a tree in the wind. She sang of beginnings, of new life, of hope, twirling into motion as her voice gains in power and lustre. She gradually picks up the beat as she begins to dance. Beneath her feet, grass that pokes up in-between the cracked paving stones begin to glow with a green light, before shooting up beneath her light step. Around the courtyard she spins and whirls, singing all the while. Now buds emerge and burst open in showers of color, sending the sensual smell of their nectar throughout the courtyard. The once dead place was now a spectacle of greenery of all shapes and sizes, from the vines on the walls to the dead tree sprouting new leaves, reinvigorated by the lively beat.

On and on, she spins and leaps, soaring through the air like a bird in flight. Her song changes, it now speaks of beauty and grace, of joy and glee. From the hovel of new leaves the twittering of birds reached her ears, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. Smiling, she continues, twirling in mid air to land on one foot, as her song reaches its peak. The leaves are thrust aside as a starling flutters into her midst, adding its own melody to hers. The very air seems to sing with her, vibrant with life. She laughs with joy, her skirts floating gracefully around her as she pirouettes, slowly raising her arms.


A low gong shatters the melody, the deep note rumbling through the ground and air. On she danced, her voice slipping down an octave, speed depleting as she reaches the end of her dance.


Her voice loses its power; the Starling lets loose a mournful cry before gliding back to its nest, the color fading from petals as the flower heads begin to droop to the ground.


Now her song changes, speaking of the wisdom of ages, of time slowly ending...


The plants around her begin to shrivel and die. Her dance continues to slow until she once more is still, holding a final position. Her voice fades to a mere whisper, speaking of the final sleep. The leaves on the tree brown and slip to the ground, one by one. The grass retreats into the depths of the soil, reduced once more to mere husks, the occasional bright green stalk only a memory of what once was.


Her voice trails off. She slowly slides down, slipping into darkness. Her breathing slows, a sigh passing through her lips as her head touches the ground. Her hand opens as she gazes at the flower enclosed, vision narrowing. It had been reduced to a shriveled husk, crumbling to dust in her wavering hand. It was now, finally, the end.

I tried to get rid of the tense problems, and tried to make it more obvious that she was a Kirlia, and why she was sad.

Incase I failed, here are the facts so I don't drive you all crazy. XD

She is a Kirlia, this whole one shot is about Perish Song, and she is sad because her trainer abandoned her.

May 26th, 2006, 1:26 PM
Hey! Glad to see you've joined! :D

Ah...I don't think it's necessary to repeat myself. Wonderful story and use of literature, as always.

If you don't know, I'm Kairi from SPPf.

Keep writing, nonetheless! ^_^

May 26th, 2006, 2:15 PM
Lily! *hugs* I thought it was you, but I wasn't sure... You're a mod here too? Well done! *applaudes*

Thanks! I've been eyeing this place for a while, so I thought I might as well join. :)

May 26th, 2006, 5:36 PM
Thanks. ^_^; Really glad you joined...fanfiction's been dying these days. ;_;

May 26th, 2006, 5:46 PM
Wow! I see why that one first place! Its awesome, you have a real nack for writing. I like how you made it seem like a person, then at the end said it was kirlia. It was the icing on the cake. I loved it!

May 27th, 2006, 2:02 AM
fanfiction's been dying these days. ;_;

Aw, well we'll just have to bring it back up, now, won't we? XD

Thanks Dream! I'm glad you like'd it!

Yeah, she was a Kirlia. :) Even though it turns out they can't even learn perish somg, but ah well. *hits self* XD I'm very happy that you liked that fact. :)

*hugs lily and dream* Thanks both of you!

May 28th, 2006, 6:47 AM
Finally read it, I thought it was a person to begin with , but then thinking about the green hair, the only pokémon I could think of was Gardevoir.
I loved how the story picked up pace in my head when the Kirlia danced, and then began to slow down agian when the bell was ringing. You have to have magical writing skills to be able to do that to a reader. Super Congratulations!
"When the POKéMON uses its power, the air around it becomes distorted, creating mirages of nonexistent scenery."
"It is said to dance with pleasure on sunny mornings."
I can see how you incorparated these pokédex entrys into the story, well I'm assuming you did. I actually really loved that. Thank You for the good read =)

May 28th, 2006, 8:12 AM
Your welcome Sam! Thank you! *hugs*

I'm glad I got the pacings right. :) I wasn't certain if it would work, so I am glad it did. I didn't notice the entries, so it is very neat that it ties in. I have just always seen Kirlia as a dancer. :)

Thanks again, Sam! *hugs*

Lord Mike
May 28th, 2006, 9:48 AM
Finding out it was Kirlia the whole time is a good way to tell the story from a perspective.

May 28th, 2006, 10:51 AM
Thanks, I'm glad it worked well. :)

May 28th, 2006, 10:55 AM
What amazing luck that it did.
I also found this intresting " It is said that a KIRLIA that is exposed to the positive emotions of its TRAINER grows beautiful."

May 28th, 2006, 1:22 PM
Blast. XD *shoves Kirlia into mud* All better! XD

Ah ha! *has brainstorm* She could have been trained by a different trainer into a Kirlia, then traded to this trainer. *nods* XD

May 29th, 2006, 12:14 PM
Yes *nods enthusiastically*
or stolen, and abbandoned.

Lord Mike
May 29th, 2006, 1:23 PM
Nice description of a brief moment. Chaps for katiekitten.

May 30th, 2006, 4:14 AM
Stolen is a good idea... :)

Thanks Yo! I am glad you liked the description. :)

May 30th, 2006, 4:30 AM
Ill always love this masterpiece story X3.
Yo go katie w00t XD.
Dam it couldn't spot any spelling mistakes >_>.
Its too good ; ).

May 30th, 2006, 7:09 AM
Aw, thanks Dark! *hugs*

Hurray! There is no spelling mistakes! *boogies* XD I'm not the best of spellers. :)

May 30th, 2006, 7:15 AM
Wowz, me like it XD I like the detail and description you put into it, I loved it alot ^^ Thanks for sharing it.

May 30th, 2006, 7:21 AM
Thanks Emma! *hugs*

I'm glad you like the description and detail. :) I tried hard. *hugs again*