Post by Shiay on Apr 9, 2010 18:28:12 GMT -5
The Darkness Growing
A storm is brewing. Grey, steely white, as far as the eye can see. Lightning ripples across the angry clouds but never strikes the ground. It's as if it has yet to make up it's mind whether now is the time to unleash it's fury. These storms spread, further and further, devouring the sky of whole regions. Then they're gone. Meteorologists can not explain their existence, but nothing has become of them, so they think little of it. So... perhaps there is still a chance.
Or perhaps it is still too late.
It has been six years since the disaster in Sinnoh concerning time and space. Six long years since Team Rocket terrorized Johto. It has been even longer since Team Rocket was formed in Kanto and since Kyogre and Groudon were quelled once more in Hoenn. Long, long years. They pass for many without worry, for unbeknownst to them, the darkness is stirring. It churns and rages as the villains of this world plot their schemes. Always their evil exits, though they may have been thwarted once or twice before, always they plan some new crime. Always they terrorize. And as they spread their darkness, so too does the darkness upon the horizon churn.
Many, however, do not notice. They are blind to it. Few, a handful at most, can see it in the wild things. Among the wild Pokémon, still closer to the core of life than humans or trained Pokémon, the effects are more prominent. They are scared. They fear what they can not understand. Or rather, they can understand that something has happened in the great balance of things, but they do no know why. The planet itself feels the disturbance... it's almost as if it is shuddering in fear from what is to come. The winds carry a silent scream. The trees are still with fear. The ocean moves with anxiety, it's deep waters quivering. The deserts thrash their sandstorms in anger. The world grows dark.
A storm is coming. There is a change in the wind. These days grow darker... and...
I fear that there is no turning back.
A storm is brewing. Grey, steely white, as far as the eye can see. Lightning ripples across the angry clouds but never strikes the ground. It's as if it has yet to make up it's mind whether now is the time to unleash it's fury. These storms spread, further and further, devouring the sky of whole regions. Then they're gone. Meteorologists can not explain their existence, but nothing has become of them, so they think little of it. So... perhaps there is still a chance.
Or perhaps it is still too late.
It has been six years since the disaster in Sinnoh concerning time and space. Six long years since Team Rocket terrorized Johto. It has been even longer since Team Rocket was formed in Kanto and since Kyogre and Groudon were quelled once more in Hoenn. Long, long years. They pass for many without worry, for unbeknownst to them, the darkness is stirring. It churns and rages as the villains of this world plot their schemes. Always their evil exits, though they may have been thwarted once or twice before, always they plan some new crime. Always they terrorize. And as they spread their darkness, so too does the darkness upon the horizon churn.
Many, however, do not notice. They are blind to it. Few, a handful at most, can see it in the wild things. Among the wild Pokémon, still closer to the core of life than humans or trained Pokémon, the effects are more prominent. They are scared. They fear what they can not understand. Or rather, they can understand that something has happened in the great balance of things, but they do no know why. The planet itself feels the disturbance... it's almost as if it is shuddering in fear from what is to come. The winds carry a silent scream. The trees are still with fear. The ocean moves with anxiety, it's deep waters quivering. The deserts thrash their sandstorms in anger. The world grows dark.
A storm is coming. There is a change in the wind. These days grow darker... and...
I fear that there is no turning back.
