A Hyuuga in Lord Sesshomaru's Court 3A Hyuuga in Lord Sesshomaru's Court 3 by cmsully
The unholy sounds of a battle between beasts sounded through the air. In the center of it, the Lord of the Western Lands led several of his soldiers in battle against a squadron of Northern soldiers.
Although he would never, ever admit it aloud, Sesshomaru knew he should’ve seen this coming. After all, it was only recently that the Northern Lady had (finally) discovered that her father Ryūkotsusei had finally been slain, and having heard that it was the younger son of the Inu no Taisho who was responsible for the deed had automatically assumed that he had done so on Sesshomaru’s orders. So, naturally, Ryūsenka (who had only inherited the lands thanks to the fact that Ryūkotsusei had no sons, and she hadn’t yet taken on a mate) had declared the uneasy truce between the Northern and Western Lands broken.
Sesshomaru sometimes wondered just how moronic Ryūkotsusei’s long-deceased mate had been, for he remembered the old d
Fate of the Unknown: Bellamie's Tale- PrologueBright grey eyes slowly opened to see that their owner was not in any place she knew. The honey-colored hair on the back of her neck stood up as she took in her surroundings. From the ancient statues, large platform, and broken columns scattered about to the solemn, almost holy feel of the room, it was soon obvious that the girl was in some kind of abandoned temple. Where was this place? Was she even still in Kalos anymore?Fate of the Unknown: Bellamie's Tale- Prologue by cmsully
Suddenly, the daughter of Kalos’ finest Rhyhorn racer felt that she was no longer alone. A quick glance confirmed it- there were others here, all looking to be of similar age, with the youngest only looking so by about a few years. If the expressions on their faces were any indication, they seemed to feel the exact same way she did when she had first opened her eyes.
Those same eyes were momentarily drawn to several of them- a boy with a mature air wearing a red ball cap that she swore she recognized from somewhere
|I challenge all of YOU to a Pokemon fanfic challenge! The plot? Why, it's simple! It's this simple sentence:|
Arceus, worried about his Legendary children, reached out via a dream to those he felt would be able to stop the various Team Leaders from succeeding in their plans and asked for their help.
Now, to help tie everybody's stories together, you not only MUST do a variation of my prologue found here cmsully.deviantart.com/art/Fat… but you MUST also title it 'Fate of the Unknown: *insert character name*'s Tale'. After that, though, it's fair game! Well... as fair as a Nuzlocke can be.
My personal Nuzlocke rules are these (which you can adapt to make your game harder, but you CAN'T adapt them to make your game easier- it's a Nuzlocke challenge after all!)-
1. When your Pokemon faints, it's dead and can never be revived... UNLESS they faint during the battle against any Legendary that has CANONICALLY been proven to have the ability to bring the dead back to life, like Xerneas.
2. You MUST try to catch the first Pokemon you catch in a route, however you are also free to catch other Pokemon as well (this is to ensure that you don't miss out on a chance to catch a Shiny or another rare Pokemon).
3. If you're playing a game that has the Wonder Trade option, should you catch two or more Pokemon in a route one of those MUST be Wonder Traded out. If you don't have a Wonder Trade option, however, you may ignore this rule.
4. Unless one of them is a Shiny, no multiples of a species of Pokemon.
5. Once you defeat the Champion, all rules are null and void. My reasoning? At least in my story, I'm making Revives a really rare and expensive item, so when I'm earning a Champion's salary then I can afford to buy those Revives. I know that in the games this isn't true, but there HAS to be a reason why one can't just run to the Poke Mart and just buy Revives, no?
Should you choose to accept this challenge, let me know when you post the prologue so that I may add it to the list below!
(copied from ff.net)|
Today, writers are scorned because of those too unversed to know.
Disdained, because of those too ignorant to believe.
Despised, because of the realists who are too afraid to dream.
Misunderstood, because others are too unsure to try.
But we, as writers, know them to be wrong.
A writer is a person who dreams.
A writer is a person who wishes.
A writer is a person who escapes.
A writer is a person who lives.
A writer is a person who is not afraid.
A writer is a person who strives.
A person who expresses.
A person who believes.
A person who understands.
A person who knows.
I am a writer.
I dream of a world where anything is possible.
I wish for a world where war is just a myth.
I escape into a world where I can predict the future.
I live in a world of joy and mystery.
I am not afraid of the world I create.
I strive in the world where others give up.
I express myself in ways others dare not try.
I believe in things others are too afraid to trust.
I understand things others cannot, in a way that others cannot.
I know, in ways that others deny.
I am a writer.
Fanfiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don't do it for money. That's not what it's about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They're fans, but they're not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.
—Lev Grossman, TIME, July 18, 2011
Each journey gives rise to chance encounters, and each encounter brings forth a farewell.
When a farewell leads to a journey, the worlds open their hearts.
Those chosen by the light, or ensnared by the darkness. Friends who share the same bonds, though their paths may differ.
When you doubt the path trod thus far, when the hand you held is lost to you, gaze anew at the heart that once was…
For all the answers are within.
A long dream.
A sad farewell, hanging in the air in that “world between”.
What is reality? What is illusion? The path chosen by the young boy leads to his memories.
When caught in the stream of the days and nights going past, gaze anew at your steps…
For there all confusion will end.
The Future Story
Will the day come when this battle, born of confusion, will end?
It is different things to different people.
Can the reality be that which is hidden?
The reason is mere existence. Still, memories can be believed.
Be not afraid. Entrust your body to the soothing waves of your memories. By and by, your fleeting rest will be over…
And everything will begin.