Story Notes:
The chapters in this story are in no way connected to each other, except for the fact that they are all inspired by song lyrics from "There's a river in the valley made of melting snow", by Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band, formerly The Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra and Tra-La-La Band, formerly A Silver Mt. Zion (ASMZ) and, at one point, The Silver Mountain Reveries. There will be 36 chapters, with none of them having more than 2000 words. Each will have its own topic, according to the individual titles. Each will have different characters and a different setting, in order to show just how many topics this song deals with. Speaking of which, in case you'd like to listen to it, you can find it on YouTube. I recommend this song; I've been listening to it for about three years now, and it just never gets old. There are so many things that come to my mind when listening to it, so now I'm trying to write them all down. Since the chapters are going to be really short, I think I'll be able to put a new one online every two days or so, depending on how much time I have. I know there are other projects I should be working on, but now I suddenly had this idea and I'd really like to see how it turns out. It's a bit hard to write stories that are so very short and still meaningful, but luckily they don't have to stand on their own, as they are mostly ways to interprete the song they are based on. Well, I hope I'll be able to update as often and as quickly as I am planning to, and I hope you'll enjoy reading and listening to "There's a river in the valley made of melting snow".
...and that battle staggered through three awful months there...
PLEASE NOTE: I do not own Pokémon, and I have to say that I'm kind of proud of it, because the idea of capturing animal-like creatures to make them fight each other is pretty sick, actually. Be this as it may, every species of Pokémon referred to in the following text and everything else that is a part of the Pokémon franchise is the property of their rightful owner, however, the actual story belongs to me. The title belongs to Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band/ The Silver Mountain Reveries. No copyright infringement is intended.
WARNING: This chapter contains the mentioning of one female Pokémon being raped by three male Pokémon. If this bothers you in some way, then you might not want to keep on reading. Also, it probably means you are a good person. In any way, I am not responsible for any kinds of mental damages that this story may or may not cause.
Thank you.
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Have you never heard that there's a river in the valley made of melting snow...?
...and that battle staggered through three awful months there...
There was a tree in the forest that was taller than all the others. As there were no flying types around these parts, it was Rico's personal hideout. When he was sitting on the highest branch, so very far above the ground that it sometimes seemed like he was actually closer to the clouds, he knew that he could be alone and that no one would be able to bother him. He needed this quiet, peaceful environment more than anything else in his life, as it was the perfect place to recover. Rico had to recover a lot, and from just about anything. However, he never regretted that he had chosen this particular way of life for himself. Whenever he did something, he could be absolutely certain that it was the right thing to do.
Even though he was technically too old for it, Rico was an Abra. He had never wanted to evolve, and thus it had simply never happened. Evolving meant becoming stronger and learning more powerful attacks, but he simply did not see the necessity. Rico neither wanted nor needed to attack anyone. There were other things he did, other things he had to fight against. Most Pokémon seemed to spend a lot of their time fighting against other Pokémon, but Rico fought against despair. He fought against sadness, he fought against hopelessness and he fought against fighting.
As he had grown up, he had quickly learned how to use his psychic abilities. When anyone was around, he could sense their presence, even if he did not see them. However, this had not been enough for Rico. There had been too many subtleties about the mental images he had been receiving, there had been too much he had just not been able to grasp. Thus, he had kept trying. Eventually, the Abra had managed to not only sense another Pokémon's presence, but its feelings as well. He was certain that, with a bit more training, he would be able to read their thoughts, too, but that seemed wrong to him; it was simply none of his business.
Rico had quickly noticed that, most of the time, most of the Pokémon around him had been feeling bad for unknown reasons. It had scared him at first, but as he had thought about it thoroughly, he had managed to find a way to deal with it. Thus, he had found his purpose in life.
Right now, Rico was sitting on a strong branch that was located at about the middle of his favorite tree. His eyes were closed, and his mind was examining the area around him very closely. He was taking his time. In his earlier years, Rico had made the mistake to simply let his mind expand without even trying to control it, and the results had been devastating. The sorrows and pains of hundreds of different Pokémon had flooded his thoughts all at once; it had felt as if he alone had to carry the sufferings of the entire world. Rico knew he had been lucky to have gotten out of that alive and sane. He was much more careful nowadays.
There was a Machoke beneath the thick canopy, about two hundred meters away. However, at the moment it simply seemed to be hungry and nothing else, so Rico kept on searching. After just a short while, he noticed something very familiar: deep, heartfelt pain. It was a young male Squirtle, and Rico instantly felt sorry for him. He always felt sorry for everyone who had to suffer.
The Abra teleported to the ground right under his tree. Teleportation was most probably the easiest technique he had ever learned; all he had to do was imagine himself to be somewhere else, and there he was. It did not take much effort, unless he tried to go a very big distance all at once; that made him feel pretty tired. However, the Squirtle did not seem to be very far away, 150 meters, maybe. Thus, Rico kept his eyes closed and teleported once more.
Of course he did not appear right next to the Squirtle, that would have scared him. When he opened his eyes, he was standing behind a tree. Rico looked around it and saw the small water type just a few steps away, ruffling through the bushes with his front paws. He was either searching for something to eat or just trying to distract himself. The Abra stepped towards him and smiled warmly.
"Excuse me?" The Squirtle quickly turned around to face him. He seemed a little worried at first, but quickly calmed down because of the way Rico was smiling at him.
"What is it?" he asked. Rico stepped closer, still smiling reassuringly.
"I'd like to help you," he replied. "You're not feeling well, are you?" The Squirtle blinked.
"That... That's right..." At first he seemed to try to find out how Rico had been able to see this, but then he just smiled back at him. Rico stretched out one of his front paws, and the Squirtle, after looking at it for a moment, grasped it. The Abra knew that everyone trusted him. He was not exactly sure why; maybe it was his warm, caring smile, or maybe his mind was open to others, so that everyone could see that he really did not mean any harm and just wanted to help. Regardless of what it was, it helped him a lot when he wanted to help others.
"Now, please tell me what happened," Rico spoke softly while holding on to the water type's paw. "You'll see, everything will be better soon." The Squirtle nodded. He then began telling Rico exactly what happened, not leaving out a single detail. It was nothing truly serious; apparently, his father had yelled at him for having done something wrong, and now the Squirtle was feeling angry, sad and guilty, all at once. None of these feelings were very strong, though, as Rico noticed with relief.
While the water type was talking, his smile grew broader, and the Abra's became smaller. Rico was taking deep breaths, keeping his gaze locked with the Squirtle's, who apparently did not notice the changes that were going on about the Abra.
"You know, I'm feeling much better already," he said after he was done telling his story. He slowly retracted his paw and looked over his shoulder. "I think I should really be going home now..."
The Abra and the Squirtle both said their goodbyes. Rico quickly teleported back to his tree and right onto one of the lower branches. He sighed deeply and shook his head. Not only was he disappointed of himself, he was also angry, and sad in general. If only I wasn't so useless..., he thought. It felt like no one loved him, and everyone just expected things from him that he did not want to do...
Rico did not take other Pokémon's memories. He just took their negative feelings and kept them inside of him, as he knew he was able to deal with them. No matter how terrible things seemed to be, he always managed to get over everything sooner or later. The stronger the negative emotions were, the longer it took him.
Just about half an hour later he was back to feeling the way he usually did. He nodded slightly and smiled. That Squirtle might not have had the most pressing of problems, but it always felt good to be of help. There had been much worse things Rico had had to deal with; strong feelings of being betrayed, of being lonely, of being entirely hopeless. The Abra had taken them away from others, so that they would not have to suffer anymore. What happened to him was less important. He knew he was there to help those in need. It felt like the only right thing to do.
As Rico had gotten over the Squirtle's sadness, he was ready to continue. Once again he closed his eyes, trying to spot someone who could use his help. All of a sudden, a shiver went through his body. Using his psychic abilities, he managed to find out where it had come from, and took a deep breath. He knew this was going to be very difficult, but he had no choice. He had to help as much as he could, no matter how hard it might be.
He teleported, and this time he appeared right next to the Pokémon he had wanted to get to. It was a female Meowth, probably just a few weeks away from reaching adulthood. She was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, shivering slightly. All over her body, Rico could see the remains of what had been done to her. Her fur was messy and seemed to be sticky in some places. Some of it was missing.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She seemed afraid at first. Rico wanted to smile at her, but could not.
"Don't worry," he spoke lowly. "I'm here. Things will be alright now." Very slowly, he offered her one of his front paws. The Meowth reached out with hers, and held on to it. "I know it's painful," he whispered, "but please tell me. You'll feel better afterwards."
The Meowth's voice was very low at first, but Rico was able to hear every single word. It had been a Wigglytuff, and two Raticates. They had held her down, and each of them had had his turn. Rico was not spared any of the excruciating details, and even though he was wincing in pain, he knew it was better this way. As she kept talking, the Meowth slowly rose to her hind paws, and eventually a small smile appeared on her face. She apparently wanted to thank him in some way, but the Abra simply could not take it anymore. He teleported instantly after she had told him everything. This time, he chose the highest branch of the tree, from which there was no other creature to be seen or heard.
As he had reached it, he broke out in tears. His fists hit the tree trunk over and over again, he cried and hollered, and he wished he could just die. Things could not possibly be any more terrible. His tears kept flowing and he screamed in pain, his short claws digging into the bark.
After a while the feeling lost its intensity a little, and Rico managed to stop crying. However, now there seemed to be a dull, dark emptiness inside of him, one that threatened to stay with him for the rest of his life. The Abra knew from experience that he could get over it, though. It would take him weeks, maybe even months, but he could defeat those awful emotions that seemed to be eating him from the inside.
The sun was beginning to set. Rico sighed deeply, as he knew that he would not be able to sleep this night. As soon as he closed his eyes, he became terrified that someone might attack him and do... unspeakable things. All that kept him going was the knowledge that this, too, would pass.
"The world suffers too much," he whispered, as he leaned backwards against the tree, watching the sun slowly going down. "And this is all I can do..."
His was a battle that would never end...
(1929 words)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter End Notes:Well, so much for the third chapter out of 36. If you have any kind of question concerning my stories, or if there's just something you'd like to talk about, please send an email to [email protected] . The next chapter will be called "...to stop for a minute, just to start up again..." I'm not entirely sure that I'll be able to put it online tomorrow, but I hope I will
WARNING: This chapter contains the mentioning of one female Pokémon being raped by three male Pokémon. If this bothers you in some way, then you might not want to keep on reading. Also, it probably means you are a good person. In any way, I am not responsible for any kinds of mental damages that this story may or may not cause.
Thank you.
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...and that battle staggered through three awful months there...
There was a tree in the forest that was taller than all the others. As there were no flying types around these parts, it was Rico's personal hideout. When he was sitting on the highest branch, so very far above the ground that it sometimes seemed like he was actually closer to the clouds, he knew that he could be alone and that no one would be able to bother him. He needed this quiet, peaceful environment more than anything else in his life, as it was the perfect place to recover. Rico had to recover a lot, and from just about anything. However, he never regretted that he had chosen this particular way of life for himself. Whenever he did something, he could be absolutely certain that it was the right thing to do.
Even though he was technically too old for it, Rico was an Abra. He had never wanted to evolve, and thus it had simply never happened. Evolving meant becoming stronger and learning more powerful attacks, but he simply did not see the necessity. Rico neither wanted nor needed to attack anyone. There were other things he did, other things he had to fight against. Most Pokémon seemed to spend a lot of their time fighting against other Pokémon, but Rico fought against despair. He fought against sadness, he fought against hopelessness and he fought against fighting.
As he had grown up, he had quickly learned how to use his psychic abilities. When anyone was around, he could sense their presence, even if he did not see them. However, this had not been enough for Rico. There had been too many subtleties about the mental images he had been receiving, there had been too much he had just not been able to grasp. Thus, he had kept trying. Eventually, the Abra had managed to not only sense another Pokémon's presence, but its feelings as well. He was certain that, with a bit more training, he would be able to read their thoughts, too, but that seemed wrong to him; it was simply none of his business.
Rico had quickly noticed that, most of the time, most of the Pokémon around him had been feeling bad for unknown reasons. It had scared him at first, but as he had thought about it thoroughly, he had managed to find a way to deal with it. Thus, he had found his purpose in life.
Right now, Rico was sitting on a strong branch that was located at about the middle of his favorite tree. His eyes were closed, and his mind was examining the area around him very closely. He was taking his time. In his earlier years, Rico had made the mistake to simply let his mind expand without even trying to control it, and the results had been devastating. The sorrows and pains of hundreds of different Pokémon had flooded his thoughts all at once; it had felt as if he alone had to carry the sufferings of the entire world. Rico knew he had been lucky to have gotten out of that alive and sane. He was much more careful nowadays.
There was a Machoke beneath the thick canopy, about two hundred meters away. However, at the moment it simply seemed to be hungry and nothing else, so Rico kept on searching. After just a short while, he noticed something very familiar: deep, heartfelt pain. It was a young male Squirtle, and Rico instantly felt sorry for him. He always felt sorry for everyone who had to suffer.
The Abra teleported to the ground right under his tree. Teleportation was most probably the easiest technique he had ever learned; all he had to do was imagine himself to be somewhere else, and there he was. It did not take much effort, unless he tried to go a very big distance all at once; that made him feel pretty tired. However, the Squirtle did not seem to be very far away, 150 meters, maybe. Thus, Rico kept his eyes closed and teleported once more.
Of course he did not appear right next to the Squirtle, that would have scared him. When he opened his eyes, he was standing behind a tree. Rico looked around it and saw the small water type just a few steps away, ruffling through the bushes with his front paws. He was either searching for something to eat or just trying to distract himself. The Abra stepped towards him and smiled warmly.
"Excuse me?" The Squirtle quickly turned around to face him. He seemed a little worried at first, but quickly calmed down because of the way Rico was smiling at him.
"What is it?" he asked. Rico stepped closer, still smiling reassuringly.
"I'd like to help you," he replied. "You're not feeling well, are you?" The Squirtle blinked.
"That... That's right..." At first he seemed to try to find out how Rico had been able to see this, but then he just smiled back at him. Rico stretched out one of his front paws, and the Squirtle, after looking at it for a moment, grasped it. The Abra knew that everyone trusted him. He was not exactly sure why; maybe it was his warm, caring smile, or maybe his mind was open to others, so that everyone could see that he really did not mean any harm and just wanted to help. Regardless of what it was, it helped him a lot when he wanted to help others.
"Now, please tell me what happened," Rico spoke softly while holding on to the water type's paw. "You'll see, everything will be better soon." The Squirtle nodded. He then began telling Rico exactly what happened, not leaving out a single detail. It was nothing truly serious; apparently, his father had yelled at him for having done something wrong, and now the Squirtle was feeling angry, sad and guilty, all at once. None of these feelings were very strong, though, as Rico noticed with relief.
While the water type was talking, his smile grew broader, and the Abra's became smaller. Rico was taking deep breaths, keeping his gaze locked with the Squirtle's, who apparently did not notice the changes that were going on about the Abra.
"You know, I'm feeling much better already," he said after he was done telling his story. He slowly retracted his paw and looked over his shoulder. "I think I should really be going home now..."
The Abra and the Squirtle both said their goodbyes. Rico quickly teleported back to his tree and right onto one of the lower branches. He sighed deeply and shook his head. Not only was he disappointed of himself, he was also angry, and sad in general. If only I wasn't so useless..., he thought. It felt like no one loved him, and everyone just expected things from him that he did not want to do...
Rico did not take other Pokémon's memories. He just took their negative feelings and kept them inside of him, as he knew he was able to deal with them. No matter how terrible things seemed to be, he always managed to get over everything sooner or later. The stronger the negative emotions were, the longer it took him.
Just about half an hour later he was back to feeling the way he usually did. He nodded slightly and smiled. That Squirtle might not have had the most pressing of problems, but it always felt good to be of help. There had been much worse things Rico had had to deal with; strong feelings of being betrayed, of being lonely, of being entirely hopeless. The Abra had taken them away from others, so that they would not have to suffer anymore. What happened to him was less important. He knew he was there to help those in need. It felt like the only right thing to do.
As Rico had gotten over the Squirtle's sadness, he was ready to continue. Once again he closed his eyes, trying to spot someone who could use his help. All of a sudden, a shiver went through his body. Using his psychic abilities, he managed to find out where it had come from, and took a deep breath. He knew this was going to be very difficult, but he had no choice. He had to help as much as he could, no matter how hard it might be.
He teleported, and this time he appeared right next to the Pokémon he had wanted to get to. It was a female Meowth, probably just a few weeks away from reaching adulthood. She was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, shivering slightly. All over her body, Rico could see the remains of what had been done to her. Her fur was messy and seemed to be sticky in some places. Some of it was missing.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She seemed afraid at first. Rico wanted to smile at her, but could not.
"Don't worry," he spoke lowly. "I'm here. Things will be alright now." Very slowly, he offered her one of his front paws. The Meowth reached out with hers, and held on to it. "I know it's painful," he whispered, "but please tell me. You'll feel better afterwards."
The Meowth's voice was very low at first, but Rico was able to hear every single word. It had been a Wigglytuff, and two Raticates. They had held her down, and each of them had had his turn. Rico was not spared any of the excruciating details, and even though he was wincing in pain, he knew it was better this way. As she kept talking, the Meowth slowly rose to her hind paws, and eventually a small smile appeared on her face. She apparently wanted to thank him in some way, but the Abra simply could not take it anymore. He teleported instantly after she had told him everything. This time, he chose the highest branch of the tree, from which there was no other creature to be seen or heard.
As he had reached it, he broke out in tears. His fists hit the tree trunk over and over again, he cried and hollered, and he wished he could just die. Things could not possibly be any more terrible. His tears kept flowing and he screamed in pain, his short claws digging into the bark.
After a while the feeling lost its intensity a little, and Rico managed to stop crying. However, now there seemed to be a dull, dark emptiness inside of him, one that threatened to stay with him for the rest of his life. The Abra knew from experience that he could get over it, though. It would take him weeks, maybe even months, but he could defeat those awful emotions that seemed to be eating him from the inside.
The sun was beginning to set. Rico sighed deeply, as he knew that he would not be able to sleep this night. As soon as he closed his eyes, he became terrified that someone might attack him and do... unspeakable things. All that kept him going was the knowledge that this, too, would pass.
"The world suffers too much," he whispered, as he leaned backwards against the tree, watching the sun slowly going down. "And this is all I can do..."
His was a battle that would never end...
(1929 words)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter End Notes:Well, so much for the third chapter out of 36. If you have any kind of question concerning my stories, or if there's just something you'd like to talk about, please send an email to [email protected] . The next chapter will be called "...to stop for a minute, just to start up again..." I'm not entirely sure that I'll be able to put it online tomorrow, but I hope I will