Bliksem
The Author Pokemon
- 273
- Posts
- 20
- Years
- Age 38
- Texas, USA
- Seen Apr 1, 2007
Rebels.
That's what they called us. I detested the word. Rebels only rebelled. They were weak, flimsy, crushed under the superior strength of those that they opposed. We were not rebels.
We were revolutionary soldiers.
I watched as another human settlement fell before us on Fireara. This molten rock was my home, and I would defend it against the human plague that had infested it for all too long. How such miserably weak creatures had gained so much power was beyond me, but no more. The true masters of the planet would soon regain their position, and whatever Pokemon weren't for us... were against us.
Pal was a sweet lad, but all to green to the cruelties of the world. He quivered and whined at the face of danger, shied away from disaster, and still managed to retain the innocence that I'd lost all too long ago. Looking at him, I was reminded of my younger self; as a Cyndaquil and Quilava, I'd been happy and blissful... then I was abandoned by the very humans which I'd cherished. Driven to depression, the only way was to cling to his ideas. Him, the one who'd awakened me to the treachery of the human race.
"No more..." I found myself grumbling as my massive paw crushed a brittle piece of gravel. We'd moved towards the cooler side of the planet, away from the volcanoes and lava flows. Here, groups of 'innocent' Pokemon, as they called themselves, and humans were resisting us. Of course we'd try to convert them, but in the end, some would refuse... and they would perish by my flame.
Within a few short days, Fireara would be ours.
That's what they called us. I detested the word. Rebels only rebelled. They were weak, flimsy, crushed under the superior strength of those that they opposed. We were not rebels.
We were revolutionary soldiers.
I watched as another human settlement fell before us on Fireara. This molten rock was my home, and I would defend it against the human plague that had infested it for all too long. How such miserably weak creatures had gained so much power was beyond me, but no more. The true masters of the planet would soon regain their position, and whatever Pokemon weren't for us... were against us.
Pal was a sweet lad, but all to green to the cruelties of the world. He quivered and whined at the face of danger, shied away from disaster, and still managed to retain the innocence that I'd lost all too long ago. Looking at him, I was reminded of my younger self; as a Cyndaquil and Quilava, I'd been happy and blissful... then I was abandoned by the very humans which I'd cherished. Driven to depression, the only way was to cling to his ideas. Him, the one who'd awakened me to the treachery of the human race.
"No more..." I found myself grumbling as my massive paw crushed a brittle piece of gravel. We'd moved towards the cooler side of the planet, away from the volcanoes and lava flows. Here, groups of 'innocent' Pokemon, as they called themselves, and humans were resisting us. Of course we'd try to convert them, but in the end, some would refuse... and they would perish by my flame.
Within a few short days, Fireara would be ours.