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 the river never made it to the lake...
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 rape and some other rather gruesome things. 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 the river never made it to the lake...
The Bellossom yawned deeply. The small group of Pokémon had been walking for hours now, seemingly without getting anywhere. There was a never ending stone wall to his right, and the deep forest began just a few steps to his left. It was certainly hard to reach a destination when one did not even know what to look for or where to go. He propped himself up against the steep mountain beginning at his right side and remained where he was with his head hung low, panting softly.
"What's the matter?" the Slowpoke asked as she nearly bumped into him. The Bellossom turned around to look at her.
"I don't think we should keep walking," he replied lowly. All the other Pokémon stopped and turned their heads to face them. There were a female Flaaffy, a female Chikorita, a male Drowzee and a female Pidgeot. All of them were smaller and seemed weaker than what was average for their species. The Pidgeot barely had the size of a Pidgeotto.
"I thought we had agreed on escaping?" she asked. The Bellossom nodded quickly.
"That's true, of course," he admitted. "However, we don't even know where we're going. We might as well just stay here, I don't see why we shouldn't." The six Pokémon all exchanged gazes for a moment.
"This place is as good as any other," the Flaaffy said. One after another, the others slowly nodded in agreement. They all sat down on the ground and, once again, just looked at each other.
"What are we going to do now?" the Slowpoke asked after a short while. The Bellossom and the Drowzee shrugged, but the Chikorita spoke in a timid tone:
"I'm feeling hungry... Could we please try to find something to eat?" It did not take long for everyone else to notice that it had been quite some time since they had last eaten, too, and so the decision was made. They all agreed on meeting back at the same spot in about an hour and then went off in different directions in order to search for food.
It had been at night when they had escaped from their pack, which encompassed more than two hundred Pokémon. These six had been among the very weakest of those. Unable to go hunting together with the others, they had always had to find their own food somewhere in the forest. It had happened very often that stronger members of the pack had taken it away from them, and their leader, a gigantic and very powerful Blastoise, had done nothing about it. Knowing that this was not the life they wanted to have, they had all agreed on running away together. The pack would sooner or later just move on without them, and they could be free.
When they returned to their starting point, each of the six Pokémon had been able to find quite a bit of food. There were fruits, edible plants, roots and mushrooms. They threw it all together on one big pile and sat down around it, sharing a delicious meal.
After a while of eating quietly, the Pidgeot raised her head.
"So... who's going to be the leader?" she asked. All the other Pokémon quickly looked somewhere else. It was apparent that no one thought they would be the right one for this role. The Pidgeot shook her head. "Come on, somebody has to do it!" The Flaaffy swallowed a few leaves.
"I don't see why," she said. Everyone else seemed to be surprised, but she simply shrugged. "It's just the six of us, right?" she continued. "We can all think for ourselves, and if there's anything anyone thinks we should do together, we can talk about it, can't we?"
"I agree," the Bellossom said quickly. "We managed to gather all this without a leader." He pointed towards the pile of food. "What more do we need?"
"I'm not completely sure about this," the Drowzee remarked. "Don't you remember what the big Blastoise always said? It doesn't end well when a pack doesn't have a strong leader." The Bellossom grinned slyly.
"Well, neither of us can be strong in the first place," he spoke, "so we either get a weak leader, or we just don't have one. What's the difference?"
The discussion was continued for a while, but in the end things were just as clear as they had been in the beginning. Not one of the six Pokémon felt like they could be a good leader, not one of them even wanted to be a leader, so they would just not have a leader. It had taken a bit of time until everyone truly agreed to this, and now the night was setting in. They decided to go to sleep, and since they did not have a cave or a den or anything that could keep the cold away from them, they all lay down in a big pile of fur, feathers and leaves and kept each other warm.
There was not very much ambition to be found within this small group of Pokémon. They simply wanted to have a quiet, peaceful life, without constantly being bullied by someone stronger than them. For now, they were spending their days gathering water and food, and when there was nothing to do they explored the area, so that they would not get lost anywhere later on. The mountain range seemed to be too dangerous for anyone who could not fly, as the Pidgeot told them, but the forest appeared to be peaceful and full of possible food sources. They did not even need a den, as they always slept closely to each other, which made each of them feel both warm and protected. Every evening they would sit and talk, trying to find out if there were any problems they might have to deal with in the near future.
"What if someone comes to take us back to the pack?" the Chikorita asked nervously. The Flaaffy, however, chuckled and made a dismissive gesture with one of her front paws.
"They don't want to have us back, we've never been of any use to them," she said. "Don't worry, we won't ever meet them again."
It only took two days for someone from the pack to arrive at their new home. It was a Raticate, who looked relatively young, but he seemed to be in bad shape. His fur was missing in some places, and he limped a bit when he walked.
"Don't worry," he said as he noticed the six Pokémon's fear of him, "I don't want to take you back. I want to join you." He then explained that he, too, was relatively weak and often got attacked by the other members of the pack whenever he failed at something they wanted him to do. Some Pokémon, who had been awake during the night in which the other six had escaped, had been able to tell him in which direction to walk. The Raticate had found some trails, and thus he had been able to meet up with the others. After they had gotten over their initial fear, the six Pokémon welcomed him friendly and none of them had anything against him staying.
The Raticate had been the first of many. As the days went by, more Pokémon from the pack came to the small community, and each of them was accepted into the group. The concept of not having a leader and just working together because it obviously benefited everyone seemed to appeal to them, and so it appeared like good times lay ahead. Within two weeks, the group had grown from six to about thirty Pokémon. As they were currently not having anything to do, the Bellossom and the Slowpoke were simply strolling through the forest, both of them in high spirits.
"It looks like everyone's really gotten sick of living with the pack," the Bellossom remarked. The Slowpoke chuckled lowly.
"Well, it's not too surprising, when you think about it," she spoke. "Everything's a lot better here. We all have enough to eat, everybody gets along well..." The Slowpoke stopped walking and looked up at the sky. "You know," she continued, "maybe it's going to stay this way from now on. Maybe more and more Pokémon will join us, until one day, everyone lives like that."
"In peace?" the Bellossom asked. The Slowpoke nodded.
"In peace and in friendship," she said.
"And without leaders," the Bellossom added. The pink female smiled.
"That would be great, wouldn't it? Right now, everybody seems to be happy. I just hope it'll stay that way forever." The grass type smiled back at her. They then continued walking, still talking about their hopes for a good, peaceful future.
"They have no guards," the Nidorina said lowly.
"No guards?" the Blastoise repeated in a surprised tone. He was flanked by two Mightyena, who were relentlessly staring at the Nidorina, who had been sent into the new community to spy for the pack leader. They had now met at a previously specified place in the forest, where no member of the group without a leader was around. "Are you absolutely sure?" The Nidorina nodded quickly.
"I am. I have watched them for days. They seem to believe that nothing bad can possibly happen to them. Nobody keeps watch at night, and even if somebody did, it would be useless. Not one of those weaklings knows how to fight." A broad grin appeared on the Blastoise's face.
"This'll be even easier than I thought," he said. "This is truly perfect. We can use them to show the other ones exactly what happens to everyone who opposes me. That'll serve them right for having taken so many of my subjects away." He turned towards one of the Mightyena, who looked up at him, expecting an order.
"Go gather our best fighters," he commanded. "Whatever it is they're trying to set up there, we'll destroy it tonight."
The Blastoise's troops were strong, and numerous, and merciless. Within just a few moments the entire group had been forced apart, and the six original founders were standing in the middle, frightened, and weak, and alone. Anyone who tried to say anything immediately got beaten to the ground. For a moment, nobody knew what was going to happen. When it happened, everyone wished it would stop.
The six founders of the small community were slaughtered. In a way, the Bellossom and the Drowzee still got relatively lucky, as the four females, as opposed to them, additionally got raped before being granted the salvation that was death. As soon as the six Pokémon were dead, the Blastoise's troops escorted the rest of the group to where their pack was waiting for them. Everyone was scared. Some were crying, others were just blankly staring at the ground. However, there was one thing that all of them had understood.
There was no escaping the Blastoise. He was their leader, and whatever the leader ordered had better be done quickly.
Death would be the only alternative.
(1896 words)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter End Notes:It seems that I've returned to my usual anarchist propaganda. Well, maybe that's what I do best. In any way, this was bound to happen sooner or later, as the song contains various lines that go in such a direction. Also, this story was not just inspired by "...and the river never made it to the lake...", I also got the idea from "No homeland for the gentle-hearted", which is another verse by ASMZ, from their song "Black Waters Blowed/ Engine Broke Blues". Of course there's no homeland for the gentle-hearted, because the strong, the violent, the cruel take it away from them. Be this as it may, I hope this chapter was a good read. If you'd like to comment, please write a review or send an email to [email protected] . And please, please be free...
-- Lion vom Silberwal
WARNING: This chapter contains the mentioning of rape and some other rather gruesome things. 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 the river never made it to the lake...
The Bellossom yawned deeply. The small group of Pokémon had been walking for hours now, seemingly without getting anywhere. There was a never ending stone wall to his right, and the deep forest began just a few steps to his left. It was certainly hard to reach a destination when one did not even know what to look for or where to go. He propped himself up against the steep mountain beginning at his right side and remained where he was with his head hung low, panting softly.
"What's the matter?" the Slowpoke asked as she nearly bumped into him. The Bellossom turned around to look at her.
"I don't think we should keep walking," he replied lowly. All the other Pokémon stopped and turned their heads to face them. There were a female Flaaffy, a female Chikorita, a male Drowzee and a female Pidgeot. All of them were smaller and seemed weaker than what was average for their species. The Pidgeot barely had the size of a Pidgeotto.
"I thought we had agreed on escaping?" she asked. The Bellossom nodded quickly.
"That's true, of course," he admitted. "However, we don't even know where we're going. We might as well just stay here, I don't see why we shouldn't." The six Pokémon all exchanged gazes for a moment.
"This place is as good as any other," the Flaaffy said. One after another, the others slowly nodded in agreement. They all sat down on the ground and, once again, just looked at each other.
"What are we going to do now?" the Slowpoke asked after a short while. The Bellossom and the Drowzee shrugged, but the Chikorita spoke in a timid tone:
"I'm feeling hungry... Could we please try to find something to eat?" It did not take long for everyone else to notice that it had been quite some time since they had last eaten, too, and so the decision was made. They all agreed on meeting back at the same spot in about an hour and then went off in different directions in order to search for food.
It had been at night when they had escaped from their pack, which encompassed more than two hundred Pokémon. These six had been among the very weakest of those. Unable to go hunting together with the others, they had always had to find their own food somewhere in the forest. It had happened very often that stronger members of the pack had taken it away from them, and their leader, a gigantic and very powerful Blastoise, had done nothing about it. Knowing that this was not the life they wanted to have, they had all agreed on running away together. The pack would sooner or later just move on without them, and they could be free.
When they returned to their starting point, each of the six Pokémon had been able to find quite a bit of food. There were fruits, edible plants, roots and mushrooms. They threw it all together on one big pile and sat down around it, sharing a delicious meal.
After a while of eating quietly, the Pidgeot raised her head.
"So... who's going to be the leader?" she asked. All the other Pokémon quickly looked somewhere else. It was apparent that no one thought they would be the right one for this role. The Pidgeot shook her head. "Come on, somebody has to do it!" The Flaaffy swallowed a few leaves.
"I don't see why," she said. Everyone else seemed to be surprised, but she simply shrugged. "It's just the six of us, right?" she continued. "We can all think for ourselves, and if there's anything anyone thinks we should do together, we can talk about it, can't we?"
"I agree," the Bellossom said quickly. "We managed to gather all this without a leader." He pointed towards the pile of food. "What more do we need?"
"I'm not completely sure about this," the Drowzee remarked. "Don't you remember what the big Blastoise always said? It doesn't end well when a pack doesn't have a strong leader." The Bellossom grinned slyly.
"Well, neither of us can be strong in the first place," he spoke, "so we either get a weak leader, or we just don't have one. What's the difference?"
The discussion was continued for a while, but in the end things were just as clear as they had been in the beginning. Not one of the six Pokémon felt like they could be a good leader, not one of them even wanted to be a leader, so they would just not have a leader. It had taken a bit of time until everyone truly agreed to this, and now the night was setting in. They decided to go to sleep, and since they did not have a cave or a den or anything that could keep the cold away from them, they all lay down in a big pile of fur, feathers and leaves and kept each other warm.
There was not very much ambition to be found within this small group of Pokémon. They simply wanted to have a quiet, peaceful life, without constantly being bullied by someone stronger than them. For now, they were spending their days gathering water and food, and when there was nothing to do they explored the area, so that they would not get lost anywhere later on. The mountain range seemed to be too dangerous for anyone who could not fly, as the Pidgeot told them, but the forest appeared to be peaceful and full of possible food sources. They did not even need a den, as they always slept closely to each other, which made each of them feel both warm and protected. Every evening they would sit and talk, trying to find out if there were any problems they might have to deal with in the near future.
"What if someone comes to take us back to the pack?" the Chikorita asked nervously. The Flaaffy, however, chuckled and made a dismissive gesture with one of her front paws.
"They don't want to have us back, we've never been of any use to them," she said. "Don't worry, we won't ever meet them again."
It only took two days for someone from the pack to arrive at their new home. It was a Raticate, who looked relatively young, but he seemed to be in bad shape. His fur was missing in some places, and he limped a bit when he walked.
"Don't worry," he said as he noticed the six Pokémon's fear of him, "I don't want to take you back. I want to join you." He then explained that he, too, was relatively weak and often got attacked by the other members of the pack whenever he failed at something they wanted him to do. Some Pokémon, who had been awake during the night in which the other six had escaped, had been able to tell him in which direction to walk. The Raticate had found some trails, and thus he had been able to meet up with the others. After they had gotten over their initial fear, the six Pokémon welcomed him friendly and none of them had anything against him staying.
The Raticate had been the first of many. As the days went by, more Pokémon from the pack came to the small community, and each of them was accepted into the group. The concept of not having a leader and just working together because it obviously benefited everyone seemed to appeal to them, and so it appeared like good times lay ahead. Within two weeks, the group had grown from six to about thirty Pokémon. As they were currently not having anything to do, the Bellossom and the Slowpoke were simply strolling through the forest, both of them in high spirits.
"It looks like everyone's really gotten sick of living with the pack," the Bellossom remarked. The Slowpoke chuckled lowly.
"Well, it's not too surprising, when you think about it," she spoke. "Everything's a lot better here. We all have enough to eat, everybody gets along well..." The Slowpoke stopped walking and looked up at the sky. "You know," she continued, "maybe it's going to stay this way from now on. Maybe more and more Pokémon will join us, until one day, everyone lives like that."
"In peace?" the Bellossom asked. The Slowpoke nodded.
"In peace and in friendship," she said.
"And without leaders," the Bellossom added. The pink female smiled.
"That would be great, wouldn't it? Right now, everybody seems to be happy. I just hope it'll stay that way forever." The grass type smiled back at her. They then continued walking, still talking about their hopes for a good, peaceful future.
"They have no guards," the Nidorina said lowly.
"No guards?" the Blastoise repeated in a surprised tone. He was flanked by two Mightyena, who were relentlessly staring at the Nidorina, who had been sent into the new community to spy for the pack leader. They had now met at a previously specified place in the forest, where no member of the group without a leader was around. "Are you absolutely sure?" The Nidorina nodded quickly.
"I am. I have watched them for days. They seem to believe that nothing bad can possibly happen to them. Nobody keeps watch at night, and even if somebody did, it would be useless. Not one of those weaklings knows how to fight." A broad grin appeared on the Blastoise's face.
"This'll be even easier than I thought," he said. "This is truly perfect. We can use them to show the other ones exactly what happens to everyone who opposes me. That'll serve them right for having taken so many of my subjects away." He turned towards one of the Mightyena, who looked up at him, expecting an order.
"Go gather our best fighters," he commanded. "Whatever it is they're trying to set up there, we'll destroy it tonight."
The Blastoise's troops were strong, and numerous, and merciless. Within just a few moments the entire group had been forced apart, and the six original founders were standing in the middle, frightened, and weak, and alone. Anyone who tried to say anything immediately got beaten to the ground. For a moment, nobody knew what was going to happen. When it happened, everyone wished it would stop.
The six founders of the small community were slaughtered. In a way, the Bellossom and the Drowzee still got relatively lucky, as the four females, as opposed to them, additionally got raped before being granted the salvation that was death. As soon as the six Pokémon were dead, the Blastoise's troops escorted the rest of the group to where their pack was waiting for them. Everyone was scared. Some were crying, others were just blankly staring at the ground. However, there was one thing that all of them had understood.
There was no escaping the Blastoise. He was their leader, and whatever the leader ordered had better be done quickly.
Death would be the only alternative.
(1896 words)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter End Notes:It seems that I've returned to my usual anarchist propaganda. Well, maybe that's what I do best. In any way, this was bound to happen sooner or later, as the song contains various lines that go in such a direction. Also, this story was not just inspired by "...and the river never made it to the lake...", I also got the idea from "No homeland for the gentle-hearted", which is another verse by ASMZ, from their song "Black Waters Blowed/ Engine Broke Blues". Of course there's no homeland for the gentle-hearted, because the strong, the violent, the cruel take it away from them. Be this as it may, I hope this chapter was a good read. If you'd like to comment, please write a review or send an email to [email protected] . And please, please be free...
-- Lion vom Silberwal