Featured: Tandorian Tragedy
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Tandorian Tragedy (Part 3)
Letting go of all of all my fear and self-depreciation, I lunged at the being. They seemed even more disoriented than before and tried to hit and pry me off. I punched, kicked and bit at the figure, and knew nothing could stop me. When the being fell to the ground with a loud crunch, my victory was obvious.
"We did it! Okay, stop the twister. It's time to see who this monster really is," I ordered.
Kicking the figure in the chest allowed for them not to get up. I stood over them, bitter and unforgiving. I could see they were having trouble breathing and processing what had just happened. Guilt tried to dominate my mind, but in this moment, I couldn't allow that to happen. Their reveal was all that mattered.
"Reveal yourself! I want to see the unforgivable, hideous face that killed my father. Don't hide it anymore." I stood there, with Yatagaryu my by side.
The beaten-up form took of their mask. Revealed was a feminine face with emerald hues and thick, curly locks of teal hair. She wore
Tandorian Tragedy (Part 2)
Tears stung my face as I rested, desperately pleading for a heartbeat. Rain bucketed down, soaking the environment. I ignored it, however, as the emotion I felt was overwhelming. The once animated, determined role model I had looked up to had fallen. The powerful man that had always called me 'son' was truly gone.
Suddenly, something surged through my veins. It felt as if Cameron was transmitting power to my humble body. But this wasn't the feeling of superhuman strength or determination. It was anger. Rage. The desire to bring down the one that ended my father's life.
Pacing quickly, I followed the deep prints that the figure's boot had left in the mud before the downpour could wash them away. My fists were clenched so hard, my fingernails dug into the palms of my hand. I was completely focused on the objective at hand that I thought of nothing else, until I felt a nip at my ear. Quickly turning around in shock, my gaze fell upon Yatagaryu. He appeared to want to aid on the mission. B
Fear was a feeling that I had never thought I would experience. Alas, as the marine layer crept in, ever darkening, I was staring into the eyes of death. All alone, I stepped back, ever so slightly trembling. *‘You’re braver than this, Theo. This is nothing. Be like father, be like father…’* Repeating those words to myself was a method of coping in sticky situations, but this was far from something I could bribe myself to muster up courage to face. Standing just feet from me was a terrifying figure that we had encountered only once before.
They sported a set of dark, intimidating robes, blue boots, and an unmistakable gas mask marked with green patterns. As they approached, I could hear the substrate crunching beneath their feet. I yearned to start running, yet the fear that had crept into me paralyzed my body. Almost cowering in complete terror, I looked up slowly. The figure stood over me, striking distress into my heart. They lunged their hand out and grabbed
Nuzlocked- Chapter One
An Adventure Begins
"Alex, it's time to get ready!" Calls my aunt from downstairs. Usually, I wouldn't want to get up so early in the morning, but today is special. I'm going to start work for Professor Ernest Bamb'o here in Moki Town, alongside my long time friend, Theo Caine. I quickly dress and rush downstairs. "Ah, there you are. Today's a big day for you, indeed!" Auntie says. "I remember you coming to live with me after that tragic accident ten years ago... It was such a long time, but it feels like just yesterday that Kellyn knocked on my door with you in tow."
Kellyn is my father. He's the Chief of the Tandor Rangers, and has been working with the Rangers for decades. He eventually moved to Tandor where he met my mother, Lucille. She was a nuclear physicist that worked at a nuclear power plant a few miles off the coast of Bealbeach, which is a beach-side town in the northern parts of West Tandor.
Jayko's Pokemon Journey part 1
In his bedroom, Jayko was preparing for his Pokemon Journey. Like Ash, he too grew up in pallet town. And like him, Jayko wanted to become a Pokemon master. He had already packed food, clothes and other essentials into his backpack. Jayko's starter Pokemon was a Pikachu he raised from a Pichu. he had even named him Zeus after the greek god of thunder.
"Well Zeus, you ready to go on our Journey?" Asked an excited Jayko as he put his backpack on his bag. "Pika!" Said Zeus, as he climbed on Jayko's shoulder. "Alright, let's go." Said Jayko. And with that, Jayko and Zeus went down the stairs to the front door. 'Bye mum, Bye Dad." Said Jayko as he headed for the door. "Good bye son." Said Jayko's dad.
"Have a safe trip." Added Jayko's mum. "OK Mum." Said Jayko, as he headed out the door. And so Jayko was off on his journey. The previous day, he was given a Pokedex and some Pokeballs from Professor oak. The young trainer didn't get far when he and Zeus encountered a Pidgey. "Wow, a Pid