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Post by Silence on Feb 13, 2010 18:11:20 GMT -6
The world had reached the peak of it's existence. It bustled with the lives of billions of humans and pokemon, towering cities and ancient forests covering the landscape. No place was uncharted, unknown of. There were no more mysteries in the natural world to discover, and so the ever inquisitive humans took to creating mysteries in their shining labs while their young continued to tame the wild and to entrap the creatures of it into their own devices.
Like all things, however, the world came to an end.
It was not a plague or a meteorite or a sudden uprising amongst the domesticated pokemon of the world. It was not a war amongst the continents or an escaped creation of the scientists. It was simply the end of that current stage of the world. The legendary pokemon, from articuno to arceus, woke from their deep sleeps at long last Over the course of more than a thousand years they roamed the world freely, and their movements destroyed and rebuilt.
When the world calmed once more and the legendaries returned to their sleep, nothing was the same. The world had died...But it had been reborn.
The age of the humans had not ended, nor had the age of pokemon, but the technology of the old days had been lost. All that remained were legends and myths, warped beyond use.
Pokemon were no longer domesticated, and had returned to their ways from long before the humans had appeared. No longer were they be captured and trained on such a massive scale, nor were they friendly towards the humans. Ancient belief's kept the humans from regaining the technological superiority they had once had, and so the new world was one of balance. [/blockquote] |
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