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[B2W2E] Chosen; Brothers at War
Topic Started: Oct 1 2012, 02:03 PM (213 Views)
Mezmo
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Brothers at War
”Chosen”
By: Mezmo

1st of Brownleaf
I was hunting in Father’s game preserve outside of Anvillius, when something strange occurred. As a took aim on a Deerling with my blunt-bow, it spoke to me. It said I was the chosen one. “Son of the King, Wielder of the Dragon, Savior of the Iccuras Moors….”
That’s about all I heard. I fired my blunt-bow and knocked it out. I sold it to a merchant in Anvillius. I got a good bit of gold for a talking Deerling.

7th of Brownleaf
Darius and I were hunting in the game preserve this time. Another talking pokemon approached us! This time, it was babbling the same message to Darius as it did to me. Maybe these pokemon can’t tell the difference between us. After all Darius and I are twins, and we are both the sons of the King. You’d think that they’d know which one of us was supposed to be the chosen one though. I don’t know what dragon they’re talking about, or the Savior of Iccuras either. Sounds aweful. I don’t want to travel around like some common street urchin, or one of Father’s soldiers. I’ve got a comfy bed and a full belly right here.

Maybe Darius is the chosen one.

9th of Brownleaf
I HATE DARIUS! I saw him reading this journal. Then, just a bit after that he had a “hunting accident.” He somehow managed to shoot his foot with a blunt-bow at full force. It shattered every bone in his foot! Now Father has chosen me to go to the Moors of Iccuras to find the herbs to heal Darius’ foot. That bastard!

14th of Brownleaf
Good news! I’m home after my trip to the Iccuras Moors. I found the herbs for Darius’ foot almost as soon as I got there. Once there, yet another pokemon spoke to me about being the “chosen one.” As soon as it said I was the Savior of Iccuras Moor, I took my torch to the nearest tree I could. That stupid Patrat ran for his life! I torched every tree I could reach. I ran as far and as fast as I could. By the second day, the skies over the Moor were pitch black with smoke! I’m no savior, I can’t WON’T be the chosen one!

15th of Brownleaf
Father just received word of the Iccarus Moors. Somehow, he managed to split his grey dragon into half. Darius has gotten the white dragon, and I have been issued the black. I tried to knock it out with my blunt-bow, but it snapped the arrow in half. I opened its cage and let it loose. Right now, it’s demolishing parts of Anivilius. That’s good. No way I can be the Chosen One if I’m responsible for so much damage, right?

I think I’ll go have some pie.

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