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Obsession (UPDATED!)
I see a lot of familiar faces here. Anyway, for those that don't know me, I'm a mod. at Pojo. I moderated the Pokemon Fanfiction Forum for quite some time. Anyway, here is a fic that I wrote over a year ago. I did a teensy bit of editing, but other than that, it's pretty much the same, so it's a bit rough in some parts.
Obsession: Part I
Under the dense canopy of tropical flora, a lone figure cut through the underbrush with a wooden machete. His hand traversed his forehead, wiping off the perspiration. It would soon be midday, and the humidity was high. He paused for a moment to catch his breath and look at his watch.
“It’s almost time…”
* * *
“Dad, where do you want these?” A young man in his mid-twenties called out, holding a stack of ancient manuscripts. They were crude and yellowing, most of them books, but a few scrolls were mixed in with the rest.
“Just put those somewhere in there.” His father motioned to the far side of a shed about twenty feet away. He shook his head in amazement. “Boy, it’s been a long time since I cleaned out this garage.”
“I’ll say. I still can’t believe you collected all of this stuff on your pokemon journey!” The young man headed towards the shed. “You must have travelled a lot to get all of this stuff.”
“Yeah. I spent the best years of my life journeying.” He ran his hand through his graying hair. “All of this brings back a lot of good memories.”
“Isn’t that when you met Mom?”
“Yeah. That brought a quick end to my adventuring lifestyle. We settled down, bought a house, and I stuck all of this stuff in the garage.” He chuckled to himself. “Heck, I haven’t even looked at half this stuff.” He walked back into the garage to continue cleaning up.
The young man walked carelessly across the lawn with the stack of old manuscripts blocking most of his view, oblivious to the rock jutting out of the ground. His foot connected with it and he tumbled onto the ground, papers flying everywhere.
His father peered out of the garage. “Jack, are you all right?”
Jack quickly stood up and started gathering the papers. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You need any help?”
“Nah, I got it, Dad.” He soon had almost all of the mess cleaned up, just one parchment piece left. He bent down to pick up.
Something about it caught his attention. Out of all the papers, this was one of the few written in English. Then he noticed that halfway down the page there was a rough drawing of an insect of sorts. Quite the curious person, he wanted to read this intriguing piece of paper; but his father would never let him keep it, even though it would just sit in the shed and collect dust. His father could never let go of anything. The garage was proof of this. Jack looked around to see if his father was looking, and folded it up and shoved it inside his pocket.
* * *
January 20, 1800
Much like my father, I have a keen sense of adventure. I guess you could say it is in our blood. As a child, I travelled with him on all of his “expeditions”. As I became older I started to go out into deserts, jungles, and other amazing places by myself, and I have been doing so for the past twenty years. You can imagine, then, that I have seen many grand and marvellous things, and have had many wonderful adventures.
Of all my adventures up to this point, however, none is as amazing as the one that I had some three weeks ago while I was exploring the deep jungles of South America. I had been in the jungle for about two weeks, observing the behaviors of those wonderful creatures we call pokemon.
Native pokemon are the most interesting creatures I have ever seen. When a wild pokemon is captured, it is usually hard to train, seeing as it must relinquish most of its primal instincts. Likewise, third-generation pokemon bred in captivity usually do not have any of these instincts, so it is up to people such as myself to observe their habits in the wild.
This expedition was not unlike many of those that I had made in the past. Matter of fact, I had explored in the same region several times before. I used the Amazon River as my guide, so as not to get lost. Then, on January 1, 1800, when I was exactly one mile from the most western point of the mighty Amazon, I made a marvellous discovery.
I had been carefully observing and following a young Bulbasaur, hoping to record its eating and migratory habits. I watched as it slowly crept into a clearing. I quietly made my way through the underbrush and to the area into where I saw the young pokemon disappear. When I pulled away the branches, the sight that met my eyes astonished me.
Sitting there, right in the middle of the clearing, was a cylindrical rock approximtely two feet high and six feet in diameter. The Bulbasaur forgotten, I ran towards this strange sight. Cut deep into the rock were two concentric circles. The first was one foot in from the edge, and the other was one foot in from that. Engraved near the center was the word “CELEBI”. I had no clue what this meant, but there was something on the outermoust part that I did understand. It read “January 1, 1800 midday”.
This surprised me so much that I almost stumbled over backwards. There was an unusual break in the canopy of trees directly over this rock. From where I was standing I could see up through this hole and guessed by the position of the sun that it was almost midday. But what did it mean? I decided to wait in the clearing until midday to see if anything happened.
And wait I did. I leaned up against a tree and started to relax. I took out my canteen and thoughtfully sipped at it. The soothing sounds of the jungle lulled me into a deep stupor. The iridescent glow of the sun filtering through the trees that met my eyes slowly started to fade, as the allure of the jungle took its toll on my aching body.
I slowly opened my eyes, but bright light forced me to squint them. I noticed that the sun was now directly over the hole in the trees, but instead of normal sunlight, an eerie golden light filled the clearing. This blinding light finally condensed into a small circle that shined right on top of the innermost circle, giving my eyes a much-needed break. The circle started glowing, and tiny white particles shot up into the clearing. At first, it was just a few, but soon hundreds of the tiny particles were swirling around me and everything else in the clearing.
I had, of course, by this time moved to stand right next to the rock. I was almost scared, but the particles gave off a soothing glow, almost telling me not be afraid. The sight was amazing enough that even if I was scared, I do not think I would have wanted to move from the awesome sight.
Suddenly, all the particles flew directly above the circle, swirling faster and faster. They closed in tighter and tighter, and then all melded together into one form. The blob of white continued to spin, contours forming. It kept spinning until it took the shape of some kind of creature.
The creature was spinning, hands at its sides, eyes staring into the sun. It slowed its spinning and finally stopped, facing me, floating a few inches above the stone. It was then that I first got a good look at the creature. It has been almost three weeks since I saw this creature, but its image has been carved permanently in my mind. I have attempted to draw this creature to the best of my abilities below.
:251:
As you can see, the creature had a rather large head for its body, with big eyes, small antennae, and tiny wings. I am not sure how these tiny wings supported this creature, but I suppose it was some sort of magic. This creature, which I guess was a very powerful pokemon god, was mostly green, but its face was white.
Alas, I digress. As soon as the creature (which I now call Celebi because of the marking on the stone) appeared, manifold kinds and colors of flowers started to bloom all around me. It truly was a beautiful sight, of which I cannot completely describe through mere words.
We sat there staring at each other for what seemed like ages. Almost an hour, I have guessed. The sun was moving away from the break in the trees. I had the feeling that as soon as the sun was completely past the hole that this marvelous creature would leave. The sun was almost past.
“Don’t go…” I told the creature. It looked into my eues. Its eyes told me that it did not want to go either. It was a prisoner, bound by time and the sun. I wish that there were something I could have done. Time was almost up. It was about to leave. It extended its three-pronged hand palm-first to me. I extended mine as well, joining certain fingers together to make my hand three-pronged as well.
When our hands touched, I could almost feel its pain. Then I heard a voice inside my head that did not belong to me.
“Goodybye…” I knew that this voice must have come from this marvelous creature, this Celebi. I mouthed the word “goodbye” back to it. Then the sun fully moved away from hole. The creature faded like an intangible dream. It was gone.
I was about to leave this saddening scene when I noticed something. The date and time, “January 1, 1800 midday,” had disappeared. Then the outermost ring started to glow. When it faded, I could see the words “January 1, 2000 midday” engraved on it. I was momentarily confused, but then I understood. That was when it would come back.
-Chester M. Longwood, Explorer and Nature-Lover
“Wow,” Jack said softly to himself as he set the manuscript down on his desk in his apartment. “This is amazing! This man has seen the legendary Celebi!” He looked at the date of the Celebi’s return. “That’s only three years away! I can train up a team of pokemon to beat it, and then I can capture it,” he said to himself. “I’ll be the only man in the world with a legendary pokemon! But I can’t tell anyone about this! I can’t take any chances at all...”
And so began Jack’s quest. He spent those three years training pokemon and planning. He planned every single little detail he could think of, every contingency. This one event, this one hour of time consumed his every thought. His girlfriend dumped him, he lost his job; his house, his car repossessed, but it didn’t matter. He would be rich. He would be famous.
It was all planned out. He traveled out to the site several times to better plan out what he was going to do. He would leave three weeks before the first of January. That would give him time for any problem he might come across. He would camp out by the edge of the river where there was a cave. Then, he would set out at daylight on the first of January to meet the legendary Pokemon. He would starve his Pokemon during this time to make them more ravenous. Within the span of an hour, he would use them to weaken Celebi enough to catch it. He bought a plethora of pokeballs, comprised of every kind of Pokeball except the famous Master Ball. He was indeed ready.
* * *
As the first rays of daylight pierced through the trees, Jack shouldered his backpack full of pokeballs, grabbed his wooden machete, and headed off for the site. He had stayed up all night in the excitement of what was to take place, and now the exhaustion was catching up to him. But he strove on, for it was more than just a goal or a dream. It was an obsession.
* * *
I see a lot of familiar faces here. Anyway, for those that don't know me, I'm a mod. at Pojo. I moderated the Pokemon Fanfiction Forum for quite some time. Anyway, here is a fic that I wrote over a year ago. I did a teensy bit of editing, but other than that, it's pretty much the same, so it's a bit rough in some parts.
Obsession: Part I
Under the dense canopy of tropical flora, a lone figure cut through the underbrush with a wooden machete. His hand traversed his forehead, wiping off the perspiration. It would soon be midday, and the humidity was high. He paused for a moment to catch his breath and look at his watch.
“It’s almost time…”
* * *
“Dad, where do you want these?” A young man in his mid-twenties called out, holding a stack of ancient manuscripts. They were crude and yellowing, most of them books, but a few scrolls were mixed in with the rest.
“Just put those somewhere in there.” His father motioned to the far side of a shed about twenty feet away. He shook his head in amazement. “Boy, it’s been a long time since I cleaned out this garage.”
“I’ll say. I still can’t believe you collected all of this stuff on your pokemon journey!” The young man headed towards the shed. “You must have travelled a lot to get all of this stuff.”
“Yeah. I spent the best years of my life journeying.” He ran his hand through his graying hair. “All of this brings back a lot of good memories.”
“Isn’t that when you met Mom?”
“Yeah. That brought a quick end to my adventuring lifestyle. We settled down, bought a house, and I stuck all of this stuff in the garage.” He chuckled to himself. “Heck, I haven’t even looked at half this stuff.” He walked back into the garage to continue cleaning up.
The young man walked carelessly across the lawn with the stack of old manuscripts blocking most of his view, oblivious to the rock jutting out of the ground. His foot connected with it and he tumbled onto the ground, papers flying everywhere.
His father peered out of the garage. “Jack, are you all right?”
Jack quickly stood up and started gathering the papers. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You need any help?”
“Nah, I got it, Dad.” He soon had almost all of the mess cleaned up, just one parchment piece left. He bent down to pick up.
Something about it caught his attention. Out of all the papers, this was one of the few written in English. Then he noticed that halfway down the page there was a rough drawing of an insect of sorts. Quite the curious person, he wanted to read this intriguing piece of paper; but his father would never let him keep it, even though it would just sit in the shed and collect dust. His father could never let go of anything. The garage was proof of this. Jack looked around to see if his father was looking, and folded it up and shoved it inside his pocket.
* * *
January 20, 1800
Much like my father, I have a keen sense of adventure. I guess you could say it is in our blood. As a child, I travelled with him on all of his “expeditions”. As I became older I started to go out into deserts, jungles, and other amazing places by myself, and I have been doing so for the past twenty years. You can imagine, then, that I have seen many grand and marvellous things, and have had many wonderful adventures.
Of all my adventures up to this point, however, none is as amazing as the one that I had some three weeks ago while I was exploring the deep jungles of South America. I had been in the jungle for about two weeks, observing the behaviors of those wonderful creatures we call pokemon.
Native pokemon are the most interesting creatures I have ever seen. When a wild pokemon is captured, it is usually hard to train, seeing as it must relinquish most of its primal instincts. Likewise, third-generation pokemon bred in captivity usually do not have any of these instincts, so it is up to people such as myself to observe their habits in the wild.
This expedition was not unlike many of those that I had made in the past. Matter of fact, I had explored in the same region several times before. I used the Amazon River as my guide, so as not to get lost. Then, on January 1, 1800, when I was exactly one mile from the most western point of the mighty Amazon, I made a marvellous discovery.
I had been carefully observing and following a young Bulbasaur, hoping to record its eating and migratory habits. I watched as it slowly crept into a clearing. I quietly made my way through the underbrush and to the area into where I saw the young pokemon disappear. When I pulled away the branches, the sight that met my eyes astonished me.
Sitting there, right in the middle of the clearing, was a cylindrical rock approximtely two feet high and six feet in diameter. The Bulbasaur forgotten, I ran towards this strange sight. Cut deep into the rock were two concentric circles. The first was one foot in from the edge, and the other was one foot in from that. Engraved near the center was the word “CELEBI”. I had no clue what this meant, but there was something on the outermoust part that I did understand. It read “January 1, 1800 midday”.
This surprised me so much that I almost stumbled over backwards. There was an unusual break in the canopy of trees directly over this rock. From where I was standing I could see up through this hole and guessed by the position of the sun that it was almost midday. But what did it mean? I decided to wait in the clearing until midday to see if anything happened.
And wait I did. I leaned up against a tree and started to relax. I took out my canteen and thoughtfully sipped at it. The soothing sounds of the jungle lulled me into a deep stupor. The iridescent glow of the sun filtering through the trees that met my eyes slowly started to fade, as the allure of the jungle took its toll on my aching body.
I slowly opened my eyes, but bright light forced me to squint them. I noticed that the sun was now directly over the hole in the trees, but instead of normal sunlight, an eerie golden light filled the clearing. This blinding light finally condensed into a small circle that shined right on top of the innermost circle, giving my eyes a much-needed break. The circle started glowing, and tiny white particles shot up into the clearing. At first, it was just a few, but soon hundreds of the tiny particles were swirling around me and everything else in the clearing.
I had, of course, by this time moved to stand right next to the rock. I was almost scared, but the particles gave off a soothing glow, almost telling me not be afraid. The sight was amazing enough that even if I was scared, I do not think I would have wanted to move from the awesome sight.
Suddenly, all the particles flew directly above the circle, swirling faster and faster. They closed in tighter and tighter, and then all melded together into one form. The blob of white continued to spin, contours forming. It kept spinning until it took the shape of some kind of creature.
The creature was spinning, hands at its sides, eyes staring into the sun. It slowed its spinning and finally stopped, facing me, floating a few inches above the stone. It was then that I first got a good look at the creature. It has been almost three weeks since I saw this creature, but its image has been carved permanently in my mind. I have attempted to draw this creature to the best of my abilities below.
:251:
As you can see, the creature had a rather large head for its body, with big eyes, small antennae, and tiny wings. I am not sure how these tiny wings supported this creature, but I suppose it was some sort of magic. This creature, which I guess was a very powerful pokemon god, was mostly green, but its face was white.
Alas, I digress. As soon as the creature (which I now call Celebi because of the marking on the stone) appeared, manifold kinds and colors of flowers started to bloom all around me. It truly was a beautiful sight, of which I cannot completely describe through mere words.
We sat there staring at each other for what seemed like ages. Almost an hour, I have guessed. The sun was moving away from the break in the trees. I had the feeling that as soon as the sun was completely past the hole that this marvelous creature would leave. The sun was almost past.
“Don’t go…” I told the creature. It looked into my eues. Its eyes told me that it did not want to go either. It was a prisoner, bound by time and the sun. I wish that there were something I could have done. Time was almost up. It was about to leave. It extended its three-pronged hand palm-first to me. I extended mine as well, joining certain fingers together to make my hand three-pronged as well.
When our hands touched, I could almost feel its pain. Then I heard a voice inside my head that did not belong to me.
“Goodybye…” I knew that this voice must have come from this marvelous creature, this Celebi. I mouthed the word “goodbye” back to it. Then the sun fully moved away from hole. The creature faded like an intangible dream. It was gone.
I was about to leave this saddening scene when I noticed something. The date and time, “January 1, 1800 midday,” had disappeared. Then the outermost ring started to glow. When it faded, I could see the words “January 1, 2000 midday” engraved on it. I was momentarily confused, but then I understood. That was when it would come back.
-Chester M. Longwood, Explorer and Nature-Lover
“Wow,” Jack said softly to himself as he set the manuscript down on his desk in his apartment. “This is amazing! This man has seen the legendary Celebi!” He looked at the date of the Celebi’s return. “That’s only three years away! I can train up a team of pokemon to beat it, and then I can capture it,” he said to himself. “I’ll be the only man in the world with a legendary pokemon! But I can’t tell anyone about this! I can’t take any chances at all...”
And so began Jack’s quest. He spent those three years training pokemon and planning. He planned every single little detail he could think of, every contingency. This one event, this one hour of time consumed his every thought. His girlfriend dumped him, he lost his job; his house, his car repossessed, but it didn’t matter. He would be rich. He would be famous.
It was all planned out. He traveled out to the site several times to better plan out what he was going to do. He would leave three weeks before the first of January. That would give him time for any problem he might come across. He would camp out by the edge of the river where there was a cave. Then, he would set out at daylight on the first of January to meet the legendary Pokemon. He would starve his Pokemon during this time to make them more ravenous. Within the span of an hour, he would use them to weaken Celebi enough to catch it. He bought a plethora of pokeballs, comprised of every kind of Pokeball except the famous Master Ball. He was indeed ready.
* * *
As the first rays of daylight pierced through the trees, Jack shouldered his backpack full of pokeballs, grabbed his wooden machete, and headed off for the site. He had stayed up all night in the excitement of what was to take place, and now the exhaustion was catching up to him. But he strove on, for it was more than just a goal or a dream. It was an obsession.
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