Prologue:
A small, green figure lay asleep upon a stump, its little arms in a cross formation across its heart. All in the forest was silent, and though the leaves fluttered gently in the soft, evening breeze, the wind made no sound. The stump sat beside a small lake, dammed up apparently by the same Bibarel which had cut down the large oak which had once existed where the petite figure now lay. However, the beaver Pokemon were no where to be seen today, they’re acute senses aware of a disruption in the balance of a nature. Something wasn’t right, and Lickilicky knew it.
The chubby, pink Pokemon walked cautiously into the clearing, careful not to trip and roll into the lake. He muttered constantly to himself, feeling not in the least pleased at having been given the task to retrieve the little green fairy from the forest. “Why can’t Darkrai collect his own prey?” He mumbled angrily, his enormous tongue flopping wildly as he spoke. The large Pokemon scanned the area, searching for his assigned target. At last he found it, lying asleep upon the stump.
Inside the small fairy’s eyes, there seemed something unnatural. The Celebi’s gaze was the same as any under the nightmarish spell of Darkrai. Lickilicky was anything but new to the image; and yet, there was something in the empty stare that caused Lickilicky’s heart to jiggle like the rest of his chubby being. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he escaped a similar fate daily only by following his master’s every wish.
It had been somewhere close to three months since he had become a slave to the dark Pokemon, forced to serve or be destroyed, it was an empty existence. He felt the way the Celebi looked, lost, trapped, and non-existent. Reluctantly, the large Pokemon scooped the small fairy off of the stump, placed it gently into the sack it carried and began his long journey back to his lordship’s lair.
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A small, green figure lay asleep upon a stump, its little arms in a cross formation across its heart. All in the forest was silent, and though the leaves fluttered gently in the soft, evening breeze, the wind made no sound. The stump sat beside a small lake, dammed up apparently by the same Bibarel which had cut down the large oak which had once existed where the petite figure now lay. However, the beaver Pokemon were no where to be seen today, they’re acute senses aware of a disruption in the balance of a nature. Something wasn’t right, and Lickilicky knew it.
The chubby, pink Pokemon walked cautiously into the clearing, careful not to trip and roll into the lake. He muttered constantly to himself, feeling not in the least pleased at having been given the task to retrieve the little green fairy from the forest. “Why can’t Darkrai collect his own prey?” He mumbled angrily, his enormous tongue flopping wildly as he spoke. The large Pokemon scanned the area, searching for his assigned target. At last he found it, lying asleep upon the stump.
Inside the small fairy’s eyes, there seemed something unnatural. The Celebi’s gaze was the same as any under the nightmarish spell of Darkrai. Lickilicky was anything but new to the image; and yet, there was something in the empty stare that caused Lickilicky’s heart to jiggle like the rest of his chubby being. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he escaped a similar fate daily only by following his master’s every wish.
It had been somewhere close to three months since he had become a slave to the dark Pokemon, forced to serve or be destroyed, it was an empty existence. He felt the way the Celebi looked, lost, trapped, and non-existent. Reluctantly, the large Pokemon scooped the small fairy off of the stump, placed it gently into the sack it carried and began his long journey back to his lordship’s lair.
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