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This is a bit different than your traditional story--rather than being one long coherent story, this is a collection of Pokemonized folktales told around the frame of the heroes (and heroines) of Pokemon getting together to swap stories every week. I will include the real tale I Pokemonized and explain who is telling at the beginning of each episode.
Enjoy!
Tale 1: The Legend of Paperarello (Brock)
(real tale: Paperarelloo)
Welcome to the Circle of Stories!
Rules:
--Don't come in the room while a story is in progress, out of respect for the teller, the others in the circle, and the audience.
--If you would like to join in the storytelling, just find an empty seat in the circle, and be ready to share a story when your turn comes up!
--Any type of story is welcome--folktale, fairy tale, personal story, you name it!
--You can tell as long of a story as you like, but the leader may cut a story short if it runs for too long
--Try to keep your story family friendly--if you're not sure, check with the leader before you tell
--When it is your turn to tell, at least tell us the title or the memory you are telling about before you begin.
--Have fun!
A black haired boy looks over his rules sheet as a brown haired woman finishes arranging some chairs in a circle. "What do you think?" he asks
The woman takes the sheet and looks it over for a moment. "I think you've covered everything, Ash--I'm interested in what tales you and your friends plan to tell."
"I know what I'm planning to tell..." Ash grins. "I'm gonna tell a tale Brock taught me about a boy that saved a girl trapped in a Cheri tree."
"Pika Pipika chu?" a yellow mouse Pokemon asks as it climbs aboard Ash's shoulder.
"You'll find out when everyone gets here, okay?" Ash smiles as he posts the rules sheet on the rec room door.
Later...
Ash takes his place in the circle next to Brock, who is in the leader's seat at the northern end of the room tuning a crescent moon shaped silver harp decorated in jewels and flower inlays. "Okay..." he begins as the other participants take their seats in the circle. "I'll start the telling, and then we'll go around the circle from the right--so Ash will be next. We should have enough time to make it completely around the circle once, maybe twice if no one tells anything terribly long--although like it says in the rules, I do reserve the right to cut a story short if it goes on for TOO long."
"How will we know if we need to hurry it up?" a dull blonde haired girl asks.
"If I make a gesture that looks like pointing at a clock, then you need to hurry up." Brock explains. "If you go on too long after you see that, then I'll cut you off."
He then runs a finger over the harp strings. "Any other questions or concerns before we start?"
When no one says anything, Brock plays a quiet melody to compose his thoughts. "Hear now the legend of Paperello..."
With that, he begins "Once upon a time there lived a king and a queen who had one son. The king loved the boy very much, but the queen, who was a wicked woman, hated the very sight of him. It didn't help that his father joined Arceus in the heavens when he was twelve, leaving him very much alone in the world."
He plays a foreboding chord as he goes on "Now, the queen was very angry because the people, who knew how evil she was, chose the boy to rule instead of her, and she vowed she would never rest until she had formed a plot to get him out of the way. Fortunately, however, the young king was wise and prudent, and knew her too well to trust her."
Nervous giggles fill the air as Brock goes on "One day, he gave orders that everything should be prepared for a grand hunt. The queen pretended to be greatly delighted that he was going to have some fun, and pleaded to come with him."
"No, mother, I cannot let you come," he answers in a mimic of Ash; "The ground is rough, and you are not strong enough." But it went in one ear and out the other: when the horns were sounded at dawn the next day, the queen was there with the rest of the grand party."
A blue haired girl swallows hard as Brock intones over a deceptively happy melody "All that day they rode, for game was plentiful, but towards evening the mother and son found themselves alone in a part of the country that was unfamiliar to them. They wandered on for some time, without knowing where they were going, till they met a man and asked him to give them shelter. Little did they know that their savior was really an ogre in disguise as human, and he ate human flesh; and the king and his mother went with him, and he led them to his house. When they got there they realized where they had come, and, falling on their knees, they offered him great sums of money, if he would only spare their lives. The ogre's heart was moved at the sight of the queen's beauty, and he promised that he would do her no harm; but before he could stab the boy, he ran, jumped on the first Ponyta he could find, and fled into the forest."
Everyone is on the edge of their seats as Brock continues "Little did the ogre know that the Ponyta the boy had escaped on was really a mage in disguise. The Ponyta galloped through the forest straight to the land of the fae, and knocked at the door with its hoof. The fairies heard the knock, but were afraid to open till they had peeked from an upper window to see that it was no monster who could hurt them. When they saw the Ponyta and its very frightened rider, they ran to open the door, and let in the Ponyta. The boy told the fairies everything that had happened. The fairies, after hearing what happened, felt sorry for the boy, and invited him to stay, and for many years they all lived together as brothers and sisters."
After playing "The Fairy's Waltz" for effect, Brock continues "The years passed, and the boy grew up. When he came of age, the eldest of the fairies--we'll call her Aslinn--confessed her love for him, and asked if he would marry her. So the young king and Aslinn were married, and they lived happily together in the castle; but though he loved his wife he still longed to see the world. Finally, this longing grew so strong that he couldn't bear it any longer; so he called the fairies together and said to them...
As Ash again, Brock explains "Dear wife and sisters, I must leave you for a time, and go out and see the world. But I shall think of you often, and one day I will return to you."
As himself, he continues over a sad melody "Understandably, the fairies begged him to stay, but he would not listen. Aslinn gave him a magical ruby as a token of her love, saying only to invoke its magic when he really needed it."
"And then?" a brown haired girl asks as she readjusts the red Poke Ball print bandanna on her head.
"The next morning, the boy mounted his Ponyta, and rode on all day." Brock replies. "As night fell, he found himself in a desert, and, no matter where he looked, there was no sign of civilization to be seen. 'What am I to do now?' he thought. 'If I go to sleep here, wild Pokemon will come and eat me! Yet both I and my Ponyta are worn out, and can go no further.' Then suddenly he remembered Aslinn's gift, and taking out the ruby he sang to it...."
Smiles form in the audience as Brock sings over a D major chord as Ash Jao wiisha nes chiel com yutuul...
Awed and excited chatter fills the air at the gibberish song. "In a flash of red light, a castle, complete with servants, and dinner, and anything else he needed for the night, as well as a stable and fodder for his Ponyta, appeared right there on the sand." Brock goes on "he traveled through many countries like this, till he came to a land that was ruled over by a great king. Leaving his Ponyta outside the gate, he disguised himself as a poor man, and went up to the palace. The queen, who was looking out the window, saw him approaching, and filled with pity sent a servant to ask who he was and what he wanted. The servant replied that the only position open was the Swanna-boy. The boy answered that he was quite content to be Swanna-boy; and eventually he was so well known and well liked, everyone in the palace started calling him Paperarello, and the name stuck."
After playing a calm interlude, he continues "Now, one day, there was no bread to be had, and the king's army had to go hungry. When the king heard of it, he sent for the cook, and told him that by the next morning he must have all the bread that the oven, heated seven times over, could bake. The cook was dumbfounded-- how could he heat the oven seven times in one night? The king would not take no for an answer, and told the cook that if he succeeded in baking the bread, he could have the hand of his daughter, Princess Robin, in marriage; but if he failed, it would be his life in exchange."
"Azu!" a tiny blue mouse Pokemon gasps.
"Don't worry, the cook's gonna be okay." an orange haired girl assures the little Pokemon.
"Now, Paperarello happened to be passing through the hall, and heard every word the king said." Brock goes on. "He volunteered to take the challenge in the cook's place, and the king agreed. The cook was still trembling with the thought of what he had escaped, but to his surprise Paperarello did not seem afraid at all, and when night came he went to bed as usual, despite the servants waking him up and bugging him to get baking and telling him that toying with the king was a bad idea."
Laughter goes up at this. "Early in the morning, he took his ruby, went into the kitchen, and sang Jao wiisha nes chiel com yutuul... again. In a flash of light, the bread was piled high—four, five, six ovens full, and the seventh still cooking." Brock goes on. "The servants stood and stared in surprise, and the king figured that he had to be a mage, or least taught by one."
He notices Ash giving him the hurry signal, so he pares his story down. "But when Princess Robin heard what was in store for her she wept bitterly, and declared that she would not marry that dirty Paperarello!" But imagine everyone's surprise when Paperarello revealed his true identity a king's son, and no Swanna-boy as they all though. He washed himself, and dressed himself in fine clothes and entered the hall again, looking so handsome that Princess Robin fell in love with him right then. But Paperarello took no notice of her, and said to the king..."
"It was kind of you to offer me your daughter in marriage, and for that I thank you;" he explains as Ash. "but I have a wife at home whom I love better, and it is to her that I'm going."
He concludes as himself over a happy song "With that, he bade them all goodbye, and returned to his home and his beloved Aslinn, and they all lived happily ever after."
"Nice job!" a red haired boy raves as he applauds.
"Now you know why Brock is the circle leader!" the orange haired girl agrees as Ash gets up to take his turn...
This is a bit different than your traditional story--rather than being one long coherent story, this is a collection of Pokemonized folktales told around the frame of the heroes (and heroines) of Pokemon getting together to swap stories every week. I will include the real tale I Pokemonized and explain who is telling at the beginning of each episode.
Enjoy!
Tale 1: The Legend of Paperarello (Brock)
(real tale: Paperarelloo)
Welcome to the Circle of Stories!
Rules:
--Don't come in the room while a story is in progress, out of respect for the teller, the others in the circle, and the audience.
--If you would like to join in the storytelling, just find an empty seat in the circle, and be ready to share a story when your turn comes up!
--Any type of story is welcome--folktale, fairy tale, personal story, you name it!
--You can tell as long of a story as you like, but the leader may cut a story short if it runs for too long
--Try to keep your story family friendly--if you're not sure, check with the leader before you tell
--When it is your turn to tell, at least tell us the title or the memory you are telling about before you begin.
--Have fun!
A black haired boy looks over his rules sheet as a brown haired woman finishes arranging some chairs in a circle. "What do you think?" he asks
The woman takes the sheet and looks it over for a moment. "I think you've covered everything, Ash--I'm interested in what tales you and your friends plan to tell."
"I know what I'm planning to tell..." Ash grins. "I'm gonna tell a tale Brock taught me about a boy that saved a girl trapped in a Cheri tree."
"Pika Pipika chu?" a yellow mouse Pokemon asks as it climbs aboard Ash's shoulder.
"You'll find out when everyone gets here, okay?" Ash smiles as he posts the rules sheet on the rec room door.
Later...
Ash takes his place in the circle next to Brock, who is in the leader's seat at the northern end of the room tuning a crescent moon shaped silver harp decorated in jewels and flower inlays. "Okay..." he begins as the other participants take their seats in the circle. "I'll start the telling, and then we'll go around the circle from the right--so Ash will be next. We should have enough time to make it completely around the circle once, maybe twice if no one tells anything terribly long--although like it says in the rules, I do reserve the right to cut a story short if it goes on for TOO long."
"How will we know if we need to hurry it up?" a dull blonde haired girl asks.
"If I make a gesture that looks like pointing at a clock, then you need to hurry up." Brock explains. "If you go on too long after you see that, then I'll cut you off."
He then runs a finger over the harp strings. "Any other questions or concerns before we start?"
When no one says anything, Brock plays a quiet melody to compose his thoughts. "Hear now the legend of Paperello..."
With that, he begins "Once upon a time there lived a king and a queen who had one son. The king loved the boy very much, but the queen, who was a wicked woman, hated the very sight of him. It didn't help that his father joined Arceus in the heavens when he was twelve, leaving him very much alone in the world."
He plays a foreboding chord as he goes on "Now, the queen was very angry because the people, who knew how evil she was, chose the boy to rule instead of her, and she vowed she would never rest until she had formed a plot to get him out of the way. Fortunately, however, the young king was wise and prudent, and knew her too well to trust her."
Nervous giggles fill the air as Brock goes on "One day, he gave orders that everything should be prepared for a grand hunt. The queen pretended to be greatly delighted that he was going to have some fun, and pleaded to come with him."
"No, mother, I cannot let you come," he answers in a mimic of Ash; "The ground is rough, and you are not strong enough." But it went in one ear and out the other: when the horns were sounded at dawn the next day, the queen was there with the rest of the grand party."
A blue haired girl swallows hard as Brock intones over a deceptively happy melody "All that day they rode, for game was plentiful, but towards evening the mother and son found themselves alone in a part of the country that was unfamiliar to them. They wandered on for some time, without knowing where they were going, till they met a man and asked him to give them shelter. Little did they know that their savior was really an ogre in disguise as human, and he ate human flesh; and the king and his mother went with him, and he led them to his house. When they got there they realized where they had come, and, falling on their knees, they offered him great sums of money, if he would only spare their lives. The ogre's heart was moved at the sight of the queen's beauty, and he promised that he would do her no harm; but before he could stab the boy, he ran, jumped on the first Ponyta he could find, and fled into the forest."
Everyone is on the edge of their seats as Brock continues "Little did the ogre know that the Ponyta the boy had escaped on was really a mage in disguise. The Ponyta galloped through the forest straight to the land of the fae, and knocked at the door with its hoof. The fairies heard the knock, but were afraid to open till they had peeked from an upper window to see that it was no monster who could hurt them. When they saw the Ponyta and its very frightened rider, they ran to open the door, and let in the Ponyta. The boy told the fairies everything that had happened. The fairies, after hearing what happened, felt sorry for the boy, and invited him to stay, and for many years they all lived together as brothers and sisters."
After playing "The Fairy's Waltz" for effect, Brock continues "The years passed, and the boy grew up. When he came of age, the eldest of the fairies--we'll call her Aslinn--confessed her love for him, and asked if he would marry her. So the young king and Aslinn were married, and they lived happily together in the castle; but though he loved his wife he still longed to see the world. Finally, this longing grew so strong that he couldn't bear it any longer; so he called the fairies together and said to them...
As Ash again, Brock explains "Dear wife and sisters, I must leave you for a time, and go out and see the world. But I shall think of you often, and one day I will return to you."
As himself, he continues over a sad melody "Understandably, the fairies begged him to stay, but he would not listen. Aslinn gave him a magical ruby as a token of her love, saying only to invoke its magic when he really needed it."
"And then?" a brown haired girl asks as she readjusts the red Poke Ball print bandanna on her head.
"The next morning, the boy mounted his Ponyta, and rode on all day." Brock replies. "As night fell, he found himself in a desert, and, no matter where he looked, there was no sign of civilization to be seen. 'What am I to do now?' he thought. 'If I go to sleep here, wild Pokemon will come and eat me! Yet both I and my Ponyta are worn out, and can go no further.' Then suddenly he remembered Aslinn's gift, and taking out the ruby he sang to it...."
Smiles form in the audience as Brock sings over a D major chord as Ash Jao wiisha nes chiel com yutuul...
Awed and excited chatter fills the air at the gibberish song. "In a flash of red light, a castle, complete with servants, and dinner, and anything else he needed for the night, as well as a stable and fodder for his Ponyta, appeared right there on the sand." Brock goes on "he traveled through many countries like this, till he came to a land that was ruled over by a great king. Leaving his Ponyta outside the gate, he disguised himself as a poor man, and went up to the palace. The queen, who was looking out the window, saw him approaching, and filled with pity sent a servant to ask who he was and what he wanted. The servant replied that the only position open was the Swanna-boy. The boy answered that he was quite content to be Swanna-boy; and eventually he was so well known and well liked, everyone in the palace started calling him Paperarello, and the name stuck."
After playing a calm interlude, he continues "Now, one day, there was no bread to be had, and the king's army had to go hungry. When the king heard of it, he sent for the cook, and told him that by the next morning he must have all the bread that the oven, heated seven times over, could bake. The cook was dumbfounded-- how could he heat the oven seven times in one night? The king would not take no for an answer, and told the cook that if he succeeded in baking the bread, he could have the hand of his daughter, Princess Robin, in marriage; but if he failed, it would be his life in exchange."
"Azu!" a tiny blue mouse Pokemon gasps.
"Don't worry, the cook's gonna be okay." an orange haired girl assures the little Pokemon.
"Now, Paperarello happened to be passing through the hall, and heard every word the king said." Brock goes on. "He volunteered to take the challenge in the cook's place, and the king agreed. The cook was still trembling with the thought of what he had escaped, but to his surprise Paperarello did not seem afraid at all, and when night came he went to bed as usual, despite the servants waking him up and bugging him to get baking and telling him that toying with the king was a bad idea."
Laughter goes up at this. "Early in the morning, he took his ruby, went into the kitchen, and sang Jao wiisha nes chiel com yutuul... again. In a flash of light, the bread was piled high—four, five, six ovens full, and the seventh still cooking." Brock goes on. "The servants stood and stared in surprise, and the king figured that he had to be a mage, or least taught by one."
He notices Ash giving him the hurry signal, so he pares his story down. "But when Princess Robin heard what was in store for her she wept bitterly, and declared that she would not marry that dirty Paperarello!" But imagine everyone's surprise when Paperarello revealed his true identity a king's son, and no Swanna-boy as they all though. He washed himself, and dressed himself in fine clothes and entered the hall again, looking so handsome that Princess Robin fell in love with him right then. But Paperarello took no notice of her, and said to the king..."
"It was kind of you to offer me your daughter in marriage, and for that I thank you;" he explains as Ash. "but I have a wife at home whom I love better, and it is to her that I'm going."
He concludes as himself over a happy song "With that, he bade them all goodbye, and returned to his home and his beloved Aslinn, and they all lived happily ever after."
"Nice job!" a red haired boy raves as he applauds.
"Now you know why Brock is the circle leader!" the orange haired girl agrees as Ash gets up to take his turn...
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