From: Dominus Fenix (dash53@aol.com.Oni) Subject: [PW!] Past Thoughts Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2001-04-04 14:04:05 PST [PW!] Past Thoughts Recap: Dante had a huge meal on a small Pokémon Island, which consisted of its inhabitants, after he helped evacuate some Charmander eggs from Cinnabar. Now, he is flying home to Celadon. Whoopse - I posted the wrong story that called attention to Charizards and Dragonites. --- Dante, heir of Shiro and Ur-Dragon, soared through the air - though albeit slower than usual. He patted his rumbling, now-full paunch with satisfaction. After downing several pounds of Totodile eggs, Hoothoot, and just about everything else, he felt that he didn't need to eat for a while. However, digesting the food did not bode well with Dante's gastrointestinal system. The dragon let out a mighty burp that rattled his teeth and spooked some hiding Pidgeys to fly off. "Perhaps eating those eggs wasn't the best of ideas," Dante said to no one in particular. "However, those Pidgeys would make a good meal?if I didn't have a couple of them in me already." Dante saw his home - Celadon Mountain - coming up on the horizon. Dante scowled deeply at the Pidgey, and then, with great effort, turned, and broke into a stomach-churning dive that brought him to the top of Celadon Mountain. The unique flattop of the mountain seemed more alien to him than it ever had. Dante looked out into the skyline. Where once was a great river, there was now city, inhabited by the pink, soft-skinned primate race that Dante loathed. He dimly remembered the Tech Weaver fellow he had encountered in the old hunting ground. "He did not seem so bad," Dante thought. "But then, he was not exactly human, was he?" The clearing where the Shiro had grown their simple crops, mainly thick, tough roots that reminded them of hard meat, and tall trees that had huge acorns and berries, was now regrown in forest. Dante remembered once traveling there, as a Charmander, and liked scaling the huge trees for fun with his cousins. Not too far from there used to be a Pokémon quarry, for caught prey, and the school, where he learned his lessons among the awakeners. And out in the distance, next to mountain, the Shiro training and proving grounds were held. Dante remembered grimly on the battles that ensued there, that he watched or participated. The once lowered-ground, with thick rocks rolled there for boundaries, it was a training camp for the purger and stormer caste to train. There, they often dyed some of their scales red and black, from the berries. All these things, including every colony the Shiro ever possessed, was gone, taken by the Mentu. Dante tried to remember the day it happened, and only dimly, thought of that fateful day - the cave, and the battle. He was sealed just before the siege. For the better part of a thousand years, the Shiro reigned over Celadon and many colonies. Dante held his head in his talons and tried to remember. "I have some reading to do," Dante declared, and dropped down through the mountain-hole into his lair. TBC. (OOC: Zep, continue your Celia arc now >:o)