12-08-2019, 03:02 PM
“Once upon a time, a long long time ago, when dragons were feared and untamed there was a boy who grew up in a small village.
The boy was a shepherd for a flock of mareep. His job was to keep the flock safe from any pokemon who wanted to take them. So day after day he watched over the flock, fighting off anything that tried to eat them. Most days he was successful and kept his mareep safe. On rare occasions, however, he didn’t make it in time.
Years went by this way and on the boy’s nineteenth birthday something happened, and his life would change forever. Like every day he woke up early to herd his flock to the field they would be grazing in for the day. He grabbed his crook, his cloak, and out the door he went.
The morning passed and, like most days, not much happened. The boy sighed to himself. After all, life wasn’t hard, but he often found himself bored.
‘Isn’t there more to life than this?’ he’d ask the sky. ‘Is this all I can be?’
The sky, as always, was silent. The god Rayquaza was not one to answer wishes without proof of the wisher’s worth. Strength was required to quell Land and Sea, so strength was what Rayquaza respected.
It was on this day, his nineteenth birthday, a new Pokemon had come to prey on his mareep. He only barely saw as it swooped down from the sky to take one of his flock. Lightning coursed around as mareep panicked at the sudden attack. But it was too late: the dragonite was already flying away with its kill.
Angry, the boy drove his herd home and went to the nearby village for help. But no one in his village would help him. People feared arcane creatures far more than they do today. No one had even dreamed that such creatures could be killed except by the most skilled of hunters.
The boy left his family’s herd under his younger brother’s care and left himself to go kill the offending dragonite. He took a sword and marched in the direction it had flown. Several days passed as the boy traveled through wood and meadow. He had to find his own food and his own water as he traveled.
Time continued to pass as the boy grew more and more sure in his abilities to survive and hunt on his own. He caught larger prey and outfoxed stronger predators, while learning the hard way to find signs of a pokemon’s passage in the wilderness.
Nearly a year later, the boy finally found his quarry. The dragonite had built a nest on a cliff overlooking a large lake. He waited and watched for several days, and to his surprise, he found it left and returned at nearly the same time everyday. So, he prepared to set a trap.
He wasn’t foolish enough to think he could meet the pokemon head on.
When it left one day to look for food he crept into its nest where he discovered four eggs had been laid. Knowing he could deal with it later he built his trap.
The dragonite returned with a mareep, and the boy grew angry at the sight. It landed in its cave and the trap was sprung: a large stake was driven into its side. The creature roared in pain, turning towards where the stake swung from. As soon as it turned, the boy pulled a string and another stake dropped from the ceiling.
However, now alert to the danger, the dragonite dashed to the side so what would have been a fatal blow instead only created a gash along it’s wing. Roaring again the creature finally spotted the boy and charged towards him.
The boy, in what he thought would be his final moments, stood his ground. The dragon charged at him, its maw gaping wide, and the boy ran at him with just as much fury. The dragon, taken aback as it had never been attacked by such a small creature, hesitated for a second. That second, however, proved to be the end.
The boy did not hesitate, and already convinced he had nothing to lose, he plunged his sword into the mouth of the dragonite and pierced through its skull.
Trembling, the boy fell to his knees as the dragon too fell before him. He did what others had considered impossible, and he had survived. Behind the creature he could see the wide open sky.
As he was transfixed by the victory a voice rumbled through the cave. ‘So you lived did you?’
The boy started to look and that’s where he felt the presence at the entrance. He turned to see an incredibly large dragon, green with bright yellow eyes. The god Rayquaza had shown himself.
‘I’m impressed boy, very few of yours have won against their kind. And none have been as young as you, with so little training. You proved how strong you are.’
The massive head leaned down towards the boy.
‘A gift for so great a triumph I think will be fitting. A kinship to these creatures, you have proven your strength over them and they will follow your lead. You and your line will share this, and to show my favor your eyes will reflect my own.’
He paused, amusement shown in the deity’s eyes. ‘I’ll even make sure your kin stay strong. In return however your line will be MINE. Should any generation wander from their worship of me I will take back all I have given and more.’
The boy nodded, for how does one refuse a god?
‘Then we have a pact. I will be watching. Continue to impress me. I have only Groudon and Kyogre to look forward to for eternity.” Eyes rolled in the god’s head. “So having something else to do will be most welcome.”
The boy blinked and Rayquaza was gone. No sooner did the dragon disappear when he heard the sounds of the eggs behind him starting to hatch. He picked up his sword and turned to face them. The dratini, newly hatched, each slithered over to him and laid at his feet.
He returned to his village, the dratini in tow as tame as any pokemon tamed today. He was equal parts praised and feared for as Rayquaza told him his eyes changed to an eerie yellow, matching those of the god himself.
He went on to raise those dratini into dragonites, and eventually he found a wife and started a family of his own. All of his children grew up to be strong, to have a natural affinity with dragons, and they all had the same eyes as their father.
They were the first Hemsworths, and today their legacy continues through us all.”
The boy was a shepherd for a flock of mareep. His job was to keep the flock safe from any pokemon who wanted to take them. So day after day he watched over the flock, fighting off anything that tried to eat them. Most days he was successful and kept his mareep safe. On rare occasions, however, he didn’t make it in time.
Years went by this way and on the boy’s nineteenth birthday something happened, and his life would change forever. Like every day he woke up early to herd his flock to the field they would be grazing in for the day. He grabbed his crook, his cloak, and out the door he went.
The morning passed and, like most days, not much happened. The boy sighed to himself. After all, life wasn’t hard, but he often found himself bored.
‘Isn’t there more to life than this?’ he’d ask the sky. ‘Is this all I can be?’
The sky, as always, was silent. The god Rayquaza was not one to answer wishes without proof of the wisher’s worth. Strength was required to quell Land and Sea, so strength was what Rayquaza respected.
It was on this day, his nineteenth birthday, a new Pokemon had come to prey on his mareep. He only barely saw as it swooped down from the sky to take one of his flock. Lightning coursed around as mareep panicked at the sudden attack. But it was too late: the dragonite was already flying away with its kill.
Angry, the boy drove his herd home and went to the nearby village for help. But no one in his village would help him. People feared arcane creatures far more than they do today. No one had even dreamed that such creatures could be killed except by the most skilled of hunters.
The boy left his family’s herd under his younger brother’s care and left himself to go kill the offending dragonite. He took a sword and marched in the direction it had flown. Several days passed as the boy traveled through wood and meadow. He had to find his own food and his own water as he traveled.
Time continued to pass as the boy grew more and more sure in his abilities to survive and hunt on his own. He caught larger prey and outfoxed stronger predators, while learning the hard way to find signs of a pokemon’s passage in the wilderness.
Nearly a year later, the boy finally found his quarry. The dragonite had built a nest on a cliff overlooking a large lake. He waited and watched for several days, and to his surprise, he found it left and returned at nearly the same time everyday. So, he prepared to set a trap.
He wasn’t foolish enough to think he could meet the pokemon head on.
When it left one day to look for food he crept into its nest where he discovered four eggs had been laid. Knowing he could deal with it later he built his trap.
The dragonite returned with a mareep, and the boy grew angry at the sight. It landed in its cave and the trap was sprung: a large stake was driven into its side. The creature roared in pain, turning towards where the stake swung from. As soon as it turned, the boy pulled a string and another stake dropped from the ceiling.
However, now alert to the danger, the dragonite dashed to the side so what would have been a fatal blow instead only created a gash along it’s wing. Roaring again the creature finally spotted the boy and charged towards him.
The boy, in what he thought would be his final moments, stood his ground. The dragon charged at him, its maw gaping wide, and the boy ran at him with just as much fury. The dragon, taken aback as it had never been attacked by such a small creature, hesitated for a second. That second, however, proved to be the end.
The boy did not hesitate, and already convinced he had nothing to lose, he plunged his sword into the mouth of the dragonite and pierced through its skull.
Trembling, the boy fell to his knees as the dragon too fell before him. He did what others had considered impossible, and he had survived. Behind the creature he could see the wide open sky.
As he was transfixed by the victory a voice rumbled through the cave. ‘So you lived did you?’
The boy started to look and that’s where he felt the presence at the entrance. He turned to see an incredibly large dragon, green with bright yellow eyes. The god Rayquaza had shown himself.
‘I’m impressed boy, very few of yours have won against their kind. And none have been as young as you, with so little training. You proved how strong you are.’
The massive head leaned down towards the boy.
‘A gift for so great a triumph I think will be fitting. A kinship to these creatures, you have proven your strength over them and they will follow your lead. You and your line will share this, and to show my favor your eyes will reflect my own.’
He paused, amusement shown in the deity’s eyes. ‘I’ll even make sure your kin stay strong. In return however your line will be MINE. Should any generation wander from their worship of me I will take back all I have given and more.’
The boy nodded, for how does one refuse a god?
‘Then we have a pact. I will be watching. Continue to impress me. I have only Groudon and Kyogre to look forward to for eternity.” Eyes rolled in the god’s head. “So having something else to do will be most welcome.”
The boy blinked and Rayquaza was gone. No sooner did the dragon disappear when he heard the sounds of the eggs behind him starting to hatch. He picked up his sword and turned to face them. The dratini, newly hatched, each slithered over to him and laid at his feet.
He returned to his village, the dratini in tow as tame as any pokemon tamed today. He was equal parts praised and feared for as Rayquaza told him his eyes changed to an eerie yellow, matching those of the god himself.
He went on to raise those dratini into dragonites, and eventually he found a wife and started a family of his own. All of his children grew up to be strong, to have a natural affinity with dragons, and they all had the same eyes as their father.
They were the first Hemsworths, and today their legacy continues through us all.”