Post by Mimi on Jan 13, 2011 8:18:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1d790; width: 400px; padding: 10px, bTable][atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #968965; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; background: url(http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/3327/tabspattern.png); padding: 8px; border: 2px dashed #b6a679; ]  ✎dear whoever, LISTEN TO MY STORY A long, long time ago, about fifteen years ago, there was a horrible man. A horrible man who tortured us. He forced us to battle, beat us if we failed, tired us if we didn't. We were never held or loved like your mothers tell you humans will do like in the tales when you were little. We were practically slaves. One of our comrades, Muncher, actually was thrown away. That was the last straw. One day, early in the morning, when master let me out for my morning exercise he left to get dressed. I pressed open each and every pokemon on his bag. Out came my fellow team-mates and each of them listened. They listened to my plan to leave our abusive master. One or two were scared, but I convinced them that if they didn't want to end up like Muncher that they'd follow. They did. We traveled far, without no food or water. We only ate what we could find. We vowed not to beg humans. After three weeks of walking we ran into some rumors. These Unknown pokemon had told us that their was a place floating on water. A place where no human was. So we swam. Blaze didn't like it, but he learned to deal. He even let me ride on him when I grew tired, fore he was much bigger than me. We swam for what seemed like hours until some other water pokemon offered to take us there. Everyone was relieved. Even our bigger team-mates had a ride from a friendly Wailord. After three more hours of swimming we found it. An island that was empty. No pokemon were here even! But we did find lots of food. Berries of all kinds, apples, mushrooms, everything a pokemon needs for food. There were millions of Oran berries especially. That night Muscle offered that we should name the island Oran, because of the plentiful berry. We all thought it over and agreed. In the morning we explored our new land. We found that it was bigger than we had first thought. It had hills, a forest, a large ancient tree (Scale said it was called a Willow), underground tunnels, pools, and even a field. It was a perfect place to live. We had found our sanctuary. Later, Drum suggested that what if we told other pokemon about this place. Heart agreed. She thought that all pokemon deserve some peace. We found a group of nice wingull that offered to spread the message to all pokemon. We didn't think it would work, but within a week pokemon were appearing. Overtime more and more came. Soon we became the leaders, as the strongest and oldest ones there. Withing five years there were over 500 pokemon there. Within ten, over 1000. Now it's your turn. Are you ready to leave the human's world of pain and destruction? Are you ready to live in peace and harmony? Then we welcome you. Welcome to Oran Island. We Welcome You, ✗✗ Thunder, Blaze, Heart, Muscle, Drum, and Scale |