From: Dreadite <dreadite@tsoft.net> Subject: [PW!][NC] A legend's awakening. Date: Saturday, July 24, 1999 5:17 AM The Triforce. A golden symbol of power, three triangles together making one. Courage, Knowledge, Power, separate they hold great power. Together, they have the power to grant the deepest desire of their holder... for good or evil. And now the Triforce has appeared again. PokéWars!: A legend's awakening. ----- Angel Pierce flicked a finger through his hair thoughtfully, staring at the stars. Saffron's dull city glow was almost nonexistent, occasional lights flickering in the distance. Angel lay back on the grass around him, and sighed. "Astronomy is more fun than Pokémon training," he mused, flicking a Pokéball off his belt. He looked up at the sky, and paused. "I don't recognize that triangle shaped constellation.. what the..." He watched in amazement as the triangle shot past the hill he was lying on, and disappeared into the distance, a golden light trailing behind it like a river of fireflies. The look of amazement on his face was priceless. ----- Robert stopped dead in his tracks, and looked around puzzled. Rilli looked for what Robert seemed to confused about, but saw nothing. "Robert.. are you all right?" "I am the hero?" Robert repeated the message out loud. "I am the hero.." ----- Dreadite sat on the floor of the Diet Coke Bottle From Hell, meditating. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, falling out of his deep trance. "I am the hero." He stood up and drew his Katana, slashing towards the ground. The sword struck the floor with a sharp ping. "I am the hero." ----- Daylight struck. Pokémon noises reverberated through the wild lands, waking the populace. 14 people awoke with a feeling that something important was about to happen. Something each could not place. And the Triforce radiated a golden glow. The morning started like any other. (End intro) Hope ya' liked the beginning! There IS more coming.. from a few people. ^_^ Dreadite ------ "And here comes the question whether it is better to be loved rather than feared, or feared rather than loved. It might perhaps be answered that we should wish both; but since love and fear can hardly exist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved." --Machiavelli's 'The Prince'.