Chapter 14: Run, Rabbit, Run
She was breathing hard as she fled through the forest, whimpering sounds emerging from her mouth with puffs of breath visible in the crisp, chill air.
She paused for a moment, putting a hand on her aching side, wincing at the painful stitch. She drew in gulps of air, trying to still her racing heart and brushed tears away from her eyes. She looked fearfully around her, every crack of dried twigs that lay scattered around the forest floor putting her on alert.
She had no idea where she was or even why she had been brought here. Her feet throbbed with a thousand cuts from debris on the ground, she had blood
Darkrai and the damned: Alternate ending by Animedemon001, literature
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Darkrai and the damned: Alternate ending
Lucky dives at the great Pokemon,
But she is too slow.
It grabs her,
Hits her with a close-up Dragon Breath,
And throws her to the ground.
Lucky!
I cry.
I run over to my partner.
She is cold,
I can't feel her heartbeat.
Tears stream down my face.
Lucky!
I sob into her alabaster fur.
I'm sorry,
Its all my fault,
I should have never used Darkria,
But i did, and now my best friend is dead.
I'm so sorry.
Well, well.
Palkia laughs.
It seems that your stupidity has hurt more than yourself.
Don't worry about missing her,
You'll join her once I'm done with you.
The strange boy opens his eyes.
Palkia!
Don't do this,
We can fix it,
Just stop.
Darkrai and the Damned: Chapter 8: Wings of change by Animedemon001, literature
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Darkrai and the Damned: Chapter 8: Wings of change
Lucky does what seems impossible,
She hypnotizes the great Pokemon,
It falls to the ground.
I knew she was Strong,
But not this Strong.
The boy opens his eyes,
He sits up,
And lets out a groan.
What happened,
He asks me.
Why is Palkia not attacking?
Lucky knocked it out,
I tell him.
She hypnotized it,
It's asleep.
He is shocked.
But Palkia is a god,
Lucky is just a normal Togikiss.
She just did the impossible.
He inspects Palkia once again.
We have to get out of here.
Palkia is not a normal Pokemon,
It won't stay asleep as long as one.
Lucky is strong,
She can carry both of us.
Hold on.
I say.
You go wait by Lucky,
I have to finish what I
Darkria and the Damned: Chapter 7: Return of a god by Animedemon001, literature
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Darkria and the Damned: Chapter 7: Return of a god
A magnificent Pokemon exits the clouds,
It glows maroon,
Which seems very unnatural for it.
It land on the ground,
And lets out a mighty cry,
And it seems as if,
The dimension is bending all around us.
Darkria and Spritomb,
Bow at the mighty creature’s feet.
Imperial Palkia,
They cry,
Your return is perfect,
We shall serve you one again.
Silence, fools!
It snares at them.
Do you really think a great Pokemon like I,
Would need weaklings like you,
Used by a mere child?
I have come here for the girl,
She used you to destroy balance,
She has damaged my once great kingdom.
Where is she?
I try to run,
But Palkia is fas
Darkria and the Damned: Chapter 6: Its coming by Animedemon001, literature
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Darkria and the Damned: Chapter 6: Its coming
A dark omen surounds our home,
I can feel it.
It must be Darkrai that brought it,
Or even Spritomb,
But it feels different this time.
Maybe its the thing he warned me of,
But I don't think so,
I don't believe in fairy tales.
Dark clouds fill the sky,
Its just the rain,
I tell myself.
Nothing is going to happen.
But the rain does not fall,
And the clouds,
They do not move,
They just sit there,
Like mountans in the distance.
The wild Pokemon no longer visit,
Lucky is confined to her Pokeball,
It seems as if ever Spritomb has disapeared.
I try to come up with reasons,
But I can see no logic here,
The Pokemon were always so friendly,
Even afte
Darkrai and the Danmed Chapter 5: A Stranger by Animedemon001, literature
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Darkrai and the Danmed Chapter 5: A Stranger
Every day my enemy comes,
A strange boy follows him.
He seems to be research,
But very differently,
Than my enemy.
He never talks to my parents,
Nor to my brother,
They pass each other,
In almost every hall,
But they ignore him,
Likes hes some kind of apparition,
Maybe he is.
I finally decide,
I need to meet him.
I catch him in the halls one day,
And grab his jacket,
When he turns to face me,
I ask his,
Who are you?
Why are you even here,
Are you a spirit?
He looks at me,
Like I'm crazy,
Before saying,
That man your parents brought here,
He's my father,
He wants to destroy you.
He's not even the worst,
That Darkrai and Spritomb,
Will attrac
Hetalia Micronation theory by Animedemon001, literature
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Hetalia Micronation theory
The Hetalia micronations are very different from both humans and Nations. They were all created with the use of the occult and hardly even qualify as life forms. They live off the energy and sanity of their creators to stay alive, and because they live off of immortals, are also immortal themselves.
Seborga was the first to be created, and also one of the most harmless. Because of the way Romano used to treat him back then, Italy became obsessed with the dark arts. His feelings for his brother drove him to using black magic to create a new, and in his opinion, better brother. Seborga was never that powerful, and only used his powers to seduc
Darkrai and the Damned Chapter 3: Revenge by Animedemon001, literature
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Darkrai and the Damned Chapter 3: Revenge
My parents,
They still look down upon me.
You hurt your brother,
They say it as if,
They doubt my new found power,
How dare they.
Give him his Pokémon back.
Their voices are getting on my nerves,
And do they not understand?
Lucky is mine,
They stole her away from me,
I simply took her back.
I send out Darkrai.
Lucky is mine,
I yell.
You are my servants now,
If you are against this,
You may take it up with Darkrai.
They say nothing after that.
So many people have hurt me before,
Called me weak,
We'll see who's weak now.
Master,
Says Darkrai,
I do not know how its speaking,
Or how it knows my thoughts,
But then again,
Darkrai is no n
Darkrai and the Damned chapter 4: My enemy by Animedemon001, literature
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Darkrai and the Damned chapter 4: My enemy
A man sits near the gate,
The one that surrounds our mansion,
Decorated with iron warriors,
Protecting us from it outside world,
Or to be more truthful,
My prison guards.
But the building itself,
Gave me a sort of Stockholm syndrome.
The man is different,
Than any human,
I've seen before.
His eyes,
They are black.
His hair,
A vibrant red,
Like the flames of a Ponyta.
His clothing is dark and worn.
He smiles,
Like a meowth,
Who just killed a Ratatta.
The man goes up to the door,
He knocks,
My mother answers the door.
I am here,
He says,
About a ghost problem.
My mother nods.
This isn't just some ghost problem.
She replies.
My daughter,
She