KidFromPallet
Pokemon Fan
- Location
- Pallet Town
Fanwork: How it Really Went Down (600 Words)
The Hero, for the umpteenth time, stood across from the Tyrant. A gentle breeze flowed across the courtyard, and pleasant white clouds soared over head. There was nothing particularly special about this courtyard, truly, except that it was held within the palace of the Tyrant's latest conquest.
"So, you've come for me again, impudent Hero. What does that make this, the twentieth, thirtieth time? Do you truly believe you can beat me when you have failed all those times before?"
The Tyrant loomed, larger than life. The air near his body seemed to writhe invisibly, as if the world itself was struggling to contain the power wrapped up in his form. His black boots crushed the grass beneath his heel as readily as the Tyrant had crushed the lives out of those who had opposed him. A pitch black cape was attached to a shoulder of the Tyrant's armor, containing meticulous threaded remnants of dozens of torn flags.
"I'll fight you as many times as it takes, Tyrant! So long as the people whisper of Freedom, so long as they hold Truth and justice in their hearts, I will defy you!"
The Hero stood near the entryway, stance firm. Though his armor was pockmarked and worn, his one good eye stared with unyielding defiance at the hated foe across from him. He marched forth towards the enemy of all that was good within the world, balancing on a sturdily made prosthetic that had been reinforced to the absolute limit with Seals.
Without a word more, the Hero and Tyrant readied their gauntlets. Marvelous inventions of a Kingdom that had since been destroyed, each served as a mechanism to easily carry and deploy Seals that the wielder possessed, drastically streamlining their deployment in battle. There had only been two prototypes created, one stolen by the Tyrant in his conquest and one freely given to the Hero on the eve of the inventor's death.
Each stood across from the other, ready to speak the ceremonial words that would begin their battle.
"It's time to Duel!"
Quick as a flash, each combatant had drawn 5 Seals from their gauntlet-storage, ready to be used.
This time, he would win! Thought the Hero, as he surveyed the seal-cards he had produced.
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The Hero was losing. Monsters of all kind had been summoned, magic called forth through exertions of will, the courtyard now ruined from traps set by the two fighters. Even with everything he had gone through, all manner of Seals added to his repository, it still wasn't enough. Ever since the Tyrant had shattered his Destiny Draw, it seemed there was no hope of victory for the Hero.
Looking at what Seals he had left, the Hero grit his teeth. He didn't want to have to do this, to run away another time and tell all those still alive that he had failed once again, but the Hero had no choice. If he didn't cut his loses now, he'd die. Selecting a Seal from his hand, he placed it on the Gauntlet and spoke aloud.
"I activate the Seal of Revealing Light!"
This wouldn't hold the Tyrant long, the Hero knew. Maybe five minutes at most. But it'd be enough time to flee this place and go to ground again, so it'd have to be enough.
The Tyrant glared impotently from the pillar of light that he had been trapped in. That damn brat didn't even have the nerve to finish what he had started, as usual. What kind of man runs away from a Duel of Seals?
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In which the universe where the dominant magic system is Seven Seals actually runs off children's card game logic.
It's come to my attention that the options I'm voting for don't posses word count superiority any more, so here's some more thrown on to the pile.
Plus, this should help get us that 2nd lesser Remittance, if we haven't earned it already. Hopefully. Hey, it's before Rihaku officially posts that vote, so it probably counts!
The Hero, for the umpteenth time, stood across from the Tyrant. A gentle breeze flowed across the courtyard, and pleasant white clouds soared over head. There was nothing particularly special about this courtyard, truly, except that it was held within the palace of the Tyrant's latest conquest.
"So, you've come for me again, impudent Hero. What does that make this, the twentieth, thirtieth time? Do you truly believe you can beat me when you have failed all those times before?"
The Tyrant loomed, larger than life. The air near his body seemed to writhe invisibly, as if the world itself was struggling to contain the power wrapped up in his form. His black boots crushed the grass beneath his heel as readily as the Tyrant had crushed the lives out of those who had opposed him. A pitch black cape was attached to a shoulder of the Tyrant's armor, containing meticulous threaded remnants of dozens of torn flags.
"I'll fight you as many times as it takes, Tyrant! So long as the people whisper of Freedom, so long as they hold Truth and justice in their hearts, I will defy you!"
The Hero stood near the entryway, stance firm. Though his armor was pockmarked and worn, his one good eye stared with unyielding defiance at the hated foe across from him. He marched forth towards the enemy of all that was good within the world, balancing on a sturdily made prosthetic that had been reinforced to the absolute limit with Seals.
Without a word more, the Hero and Tyrant readied their gauntlets. Marvelous inventions of a Kingdom that had since been destroyed, each served as a mechanism to easily carry and deploy Seals that the wielder possessed, drastically streamlining their deployment in battle. There had only been two prototypes created, one stolen by the Tyrant in his conquest and one freely given to the Hero on the eve of the inventor's death.
Each stood across from the other, ready to speak the ceremonial words that would begin their battle.
"It's time to Duel!"
Quick as a flash, each combatant had drawn 5 Seals from their gauntlet-storage, ready to be used.
This time, he would win! Thought the Hero, as he surveyed the seal-cards he had produced.
---
The Hero was losing. Monsters of all kind had been summoned, magic called forth through exertions of will, the courtyard now ruined from traps set by the two fighters. Even with everything he had gone through, all manner of Seals added to his repository, it still wasn't enough. Ever since the Tyrant had shattered his Destiny Draw, it seemed there was no hope of victory for the Hero.
Looking at what Seals he had left, the Hero grit his teeth. He didn't want to have to do this, to run away another time and tell all those still alive that he had failed once again, but the Hero had no choice. If he didn't cut his loses now, he'd die. Selecting a Seal from his hand, he placed it on the Gauntlet and spoke aloud.
"I activate the Seal of Revealing Light!"
This wouldn't hold the Tyrant long, the Hero knew. Maybe five minutes at most. But it'd be enough time to flee this place and go to ground again, so it'd have to be enough.
The Tyrant glared impotently from the pillar of light that he had been trapped in. That damn brat didn't even have the nerve to finish what he had started, as usual. What kind of man runs away from a Duel of Seals?
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In which the universe where the dominant magic system is Seven Seals actually runs off children's card game logic.
It's come to my attention that the options I'm voting for don't posses word count superiority any more, so here's some more thrown on to the pile.
Plus, this should help get us that 2nd lesser Remittance, if we haven't earned it already. Hopefully. Hey, it's before Rihaku officially posts that vote, so it probably counts!