A new story

It was a calm day. Not a single cloud was in the sky. The sun was shinning brightly as pokemon of various species and color. The shops were open, pokemon were trading and buying. The relaxed atmosphere allowed pokemon to let their guard down. It was calm and peaceful. In autumn is when the trees are truly at the peak of natural beauty. The leaves glowing in various shades of green, red, yellow and orange. Laughing of young pokemon, the chatting of shoppers and citizens alike filled the town in the vocal uproar. Today seemed like anyother day.

A primarily purple, feline Pokémon entered the town. Playing a melody softly as her hungry billy rumbles for apples. She hissed softly at her stomach, patting it lightly. The Purrloin continued to play her flute. Which seem to cause interest in the children. Young pokemon came up to her, and their parents as well. Once the Purrloin found out that she has company she stopped playing trawled in a elegant fashion. "Hello!" She stated in a purr, her voice sounding naturally seductive and slightly hypnotic to others. "Came to hearrrrr a sssstorrrrry frrrom a farrr away land?" She asked politely as she looked around the small crowd.

The children nodded and the Purrloin looked around. "Well, then, how can't I disappoint the childrrrren?" She asked herself out loud. "I'll tell my sssstorrrry in exchange forrr food." She simply said as she patted her stomach. "I've been wondeeerrrring without any meals forrrr a day now, can you feed a hungrrrry pokemon?" She asked in a polite tone of voice, giving off a soft purr from her chest. A Vulpix took an apple from her Ninetails mother and gave it to the Purrloin bard. "Thank you young one." She said petting the Vulpix. She devoured the apple with pleasure. When she was finished she looked to her patient audience. "Now. Let tell you of my story."

Kuro looked upon the calm sky and let out a short sigh "Boooring" She mumbled to herself and stretched out, falling down on the soft patch of grass. She stared at the sky with tired eyes, she had stayed up the night before despite returning from the mission. Kuro was excited. Excited at the idea of two new possible teammates. Dex and Crysel, both unique in their own ways. The Sneasel was broken out of her stupor by the most beautiful and seductive voice she had heard in a long while. She had to investigate.

She looked towards the Purrloin with the mysterious and charming voice "Wow.." She muttered in a stupor as she walked towards her, standing behind the bunch of children as she began her story "This ain't too bad of a day alright" She let out a slight chuckle

The Purrloin purred and smiled at her audience. She took her flute, on her hind legs. The feline pokemon began to play a song in mysterious tone. Which sets the mood for a land of old, where pokemon lived before the time of the mystery dungeon explorers and rescue teams. This song effected the pokemon to listen closely. The dancing Purrloin's movements flowed freely with the music. The young pokemon watched most closely of all, captivated by the bard's dance and song. "Oncce." She began. "In a land farrr frrrrom herrrre, about a thoussssand yearrrrssss ago. Therrrre once lived a Pokemon in thissss land by the name of Ninetalessss much like the motheeeerrrr of the kind Vulpix. Now, Ninetalessss had many tailssss, all of them imbued with pssssychic poweeerrr... It wasss sssssaid that anyone so foolisssh asss to touch a tail would be curssssed for a thousssand yearrrsss. But therrrre was sssssomeone so foolissssh as to grrrab a tail." The Purrloin played her flute and walked to the left of the crowd for dramatic effect.




"And it wassss a Gengarrrr."




A collective gasp came from the children in audience. While the parent pokemon were fickle about it. They haven't heard about this legend, yet and the adult pokemon choose to not believe it. The Purrloin expected the more mature members of her audience to react this way. "Asss one might expect, the Gengar that grrrrabbed the tail was subjected to a thoussssand-yearrrr currrrse. Howeverrr, jussst as the currrse was casssst, a Pokémon named Gardevoirrr shielded the Gengar... And sacrrrrificed heeerrrrsssself to abssssorrrb the currrsse. Taking pity on Gardevoirrr, Ninetalesss asssked the Gengar thiss... 'Do you wish to save yourrr parrrtnerrr Gardevoir?' It asked...But the Gengarr had alrrready abandoned Gardevoirrr and fled. Ninetalesss became dissillusssioned with the Gengarrr... And it made this prrrediction..." The feline bard sang, her tone seemed grim. This is supposed to be a sad story afterall. She played a sad sounding on her flute. She walked to the right as the pokemon watched her closely. "That Gengarrr will one day be reborn as a Rrralltsss... And when the Gengarr becomes that Raalltss..." The Purrloin took another pause for breath, breathing softly as she finished her story. "It sssshall feel the pain that the Gardevoirrr felt..." The Pokemon clapped as the Purrloin bowed. Her story finished. She smiled softly as the adult pokemon began to look in their pockets in order to pay the bard in poke.




The Purrloin giggled. "No, no, no thank you. I do not accept poke as payment." The feline pokemon said as she held her flute. "I am Marya, and you already paid by the apple. Have a nice day, and thank you for your attention. Have a nice day." The adult pokemon gathered there children and left. The children thrilled about the story, while there parents quickly dismissing the myth. She smiled and waved goodbye. Soon, she looked around. Wondering what to do next, she had a few poke left from her mother, but was worried she would have to pay for a place to rest rather then a meal. She sighed and counted her poke, then wondered what she could pay for food around. Since she was still hungry.

Kuro fixed her gaze on the Purrloin with joyful eyes. The same look all the children had. She herself was much like a big child such as she was entwined in the bard's story. She had never gotten stories read to her before, and this was a new experience to her. Hearing of this Ninetales amazed her, each of it's tails are magic. Even though she had seen one in the crowd who was with their child she wanted to find this magic Ninetales.

The Sneasel gasped in shock that the pokemon was a Gengar.  But not for the same reason the children had. She had met a rather nice Gengar once, and was surprised that a Gengar would do such a thing. The one pokemon she had not heard of through the story was a Gardevoir. It sounded as if this pokemon was quite majestic, a pokemon she wanted to meet one day.

She smiled softly at the end of the story and without noticing what the other adults were doing, took out 10 poke. Kuro waited for everyone else to leave before she approached the bard "Hey awesome story there" She opened her paw to reveal 10 poke "You deserve the poke! Also is that story real?"

Marya looked over to Kuro and smiled at her. The Purrloin nodded her head. "Of courrrrsssse it is!" Answered the Purrloin joyfully. "The ssstorrries I usssually tell are frrrom other pokemon themssselvesss, mosstly adventurreeerrrsss and eldeerrss." She stated in purr to the Sneasel. "Long ago, that ssstorrry wasss and iss fact." Marya said to Kuro as she gratefully took the poke. "All the sstorrries I tell we're rreal once. Now they arrre legendss." The Purrloin pointed out. By the look in Marya's eyes, she was telling the truth. The Purrloin would never joke about a story, especially as one as old as the one she just told. Her tail swayed from side to side as she scanned the Sneasel lightly. A female Sneasel, she thought. The Purrloin began to think it was interesting that a Sneasel was here in the first place. Marya blinked lightly. She forgot something. "Oh my! I forgot to introduce myself!" The bard giggled happily. "I am Marya, and you are?"

Kuro listened with amazement, usually these stories were just told as make believe yet Marya said that this one was true "Amazing" The sneasel mumbled in awe after the Purrloin spoke. She let out a small laugh, thinking to herself how astounding that such a thing happened and she had never even heard of it. To meet any of the pokemon involved in the story would be the experience of a lifetime.

"I'm Kuro. Nice to meet ya" She then started doing what she normally did passively, sharpening her claws. She attempted to do it softer than usual though, considering she was in a conversation "So are you here to join the guild? It's a pretty cool place to go to train up and make a team. I myself are co-leader of a team. Soon to be best team in the land if I do say so myself" Kuro stopped sharpening her claws, judging them to be well sharpened "Or are you a traveling minstrel? I've always wanted to do that"

"Everrry nice to meet you Kurrro." The Purrloin said as she listened to what she had to say. Marya smiled softly and shook her head. "A guild? I'm prrrtty surre no one would want me on a team. All though it doess sssound interrresssting." Marya noted placed a paw on her chin. Joining a team at a guild? It sounded a good idea to Marya, she liked the idea of having to go on adventures with team mates.  "I'll think about it." She noted. "I am a bard, Kuro. I travel around various lands, hearing stories then telling them again to others with my music." She explained holding on to her flute and the showing the Sneasel her instrument. "I have a vast knowledge of the past. It is fun, although it requires you to be able to defend yourself and often you need to live off others. In a guild, you have a permanent home."

Kuro let out a small chuckle "No no I'm sure there are many teams that would want you. Sadly as of yesterday we may just be filling up our slots. Although I do recommend ya going up to the guild and signing up. You'll get a home whether you have teammates or not."  She smiled at her own slightly cunning plan, despite it being neither cunning nor a plan.

"But I know how that feels, it was only a few days ago that I got a home for the first time. It's tough travelling on your own. I mean I was pretty darn crazy without any friends, and I could not socialise one bit, trust me.." She let out a slightly nervous giggle, rubbing the back of her head "So Marya, where did you learn to play the Flute?"

Marya placed a paw on her chin again. It was her thinking face, she liked to think. "Maybe, you did make a good point." Noted the Purrloin as she purred softly at the thought of having a nice warm bed to sleep on. "My motherrr of course." She told her. "I left home a few months ago sssince I wasss old enough to leave." The bard answered. "My mother would tell me stories and sing songs before bed, she may used to be an outlaw, but she was a kind one." Marya told Kuro as she sat down on her four legs, holding her flute on her right paw. "She would leave sorry notes to the pokemon she stole from." Marya giggled softly to herself. "All though, I am curious Kuro, what happened to you then?" The Purrloin asked in a curious tone. A home for the first time? It must seem that something happened to the Sneasel. Marya could use it for a new story, maybe. The Purrloin's ears perk up at the idea of may being able to hear a legend in the making. The Purrloin's attention fixed on the pokemon before her.

Kuro's smile dropped for a second, then returned as she begun telling her own tale "I'm not too sure, my first idea is that I was left as an egg, but where I was left I'm surprised I wasn't eat... and I don't know how I would fend for my self.. I only really remember parts of my later life. I think I wasn't left..." Kuro paused for slight emphasis "At least not alone. I think someone took care of me in my early life, would explain how I can at least talk kind of well. Maybe I have a brother or sister. Or my parents had to leave for some reason... They might still be out there.." Kuro let out a sigh after telling Marya of her theory, her smile didn't fade throughout it all "But then again I'm still not too sure. One day I'm going to go back to my home... I'm going to find out the true tale of what happened with my parents"

Marya listened attentively and nodded. "Yesss. I think you ssshould do that Kuro!" Marya stated encouraging the Sneasel. "All though, the jourrrney of finding yourr parrents maybe a bit rrrough. I do sssuggest trraining firrrsst before you do." Marya said in a tone of worry for the Sneasel. "When that day comess, may I come with you?" Marya asked in a slightly excited tone. Marya thought about it, maybe would be good to go. A new story awaits her! She was excited as a Bidoof in a all you can get apple forest.  The Purrloin's tail sways quickly as her ears twitch lightly. Holding her flute to her paw. "I think I can help sssomehow." The Purrloin said as she got up and stood on her hindlegs, holding her flute on her paws as she looked up at her.

"Ah of course some training, maybe wait for my teammate to evolve and we could both go, he'll probably evolve before me most likely" Kuro stopped her train of thought and pondered for a moment, it was quite in the future and she knew Jeremy would be coming along. She didn't want too many people coming along but she didn't mind this young bard to "Sure why not? It could be quite a fun little journey. And I'm sure it'll be a story that will go down in legend" She giggled slightly and imagined bards across the land telling of Kuro's story and her lackey the snivy

Marya nodded at her predictions. "Yesss! Yesss! It ssshall go down in legendsss!" She said happily as she spun in a circle like a ballerina. She smiled at the Sneasel. The Purrloin was excited for the journey in the near future. Marya had always liked stories about adventures, but now she gets to be in one? It sounds great to the bard. She played her flute in a happy and joyful song. A loud purr could be heard as she played. She must have ate too many apples. All though she was still hungry. She stopped, realizing she can not waste too much energy. "I can sssee you go down in legends! So, allow me time to prepare, where are we going to go?" She asked the Sneasel purring in a charming tone of voice.

"Hmm..." Kuro thought for a moment, where did she come from? Only two places came to mind "The Icy Lands of the mountains in the northeast.. I can't remember which one of them this is but.. I know it's one of em" She mumbled in thought to herself, pondering the idea of returning to her home with a slight smile on her face. She got out of that thought quickly though "So what other stories and legends have ya heard of? Anything quite recent?"

Marya's excited tone was quickly changed with the word 'icy'. Meaning, there would be ice? Marya hates ice! The feline shivered and blinked at her. "I-i-i-icy?!" She asked her full of fear. "I'm sorry but I thought you were be born in grasslands! I freeze up easy!" She said, stating that she's normally damaged by ice type pokemon. Her fear of water made her fear ice, since ice is a hardened form of water. Marya shakes her head. "I'm sorry but I can't go! I have a horrrrible fear of ice." She said as she begins to shake as if she was cold.