Starlight Aurate
Ad Jesum per Mariam | pfp by kintsugi
- Location
- Route 123
- Partners
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Hello all! Here are my drabbles for this year's anniversary drabble bingo! Big thanks to Windskull for making the bingo card for me! Here were the prompts:
I'm aiming to revisit this since there are a number of others I'd like to play with. For now, I chose ones that could fit in with canticles that I know. Bonus points if anyone knows where these are from :P I hope you enjoy!
Divine Birth
From this day all generations will call me blessed:
The Almighty has done great things for me,
And holy is his Name
“How can you give birth to a god, yet not be a god?”
Mew smiled and curtsied in response to the question. “It was the Lord’s wish. He said he wanted me to carry and birth His child. And so I did!”
“But-but-but... how?! Arceus is massive, with arms of gold! He can strike any of us down in an instant! You’re... you!”
Mew giggled and shrugged. “Yes, I’m less like Arceus than any other Pokemon. But! It’s the Creator. He can make anything possible. And that includes giving me the ability to bear His child!”
She smiled serenely at the humans staring at her, dumbfounded. Humans were so fun to talk to! They were easily confused and baffled by the simplest things.
“So... Let me get this straight. You gave birth to Arceus?”
“Yep!”
“And you got pregnant by...?”
“Arceus said I was pregnant, and then I was.”
“Wait, Arceus got you pregnant with Arceus?!?”
“Well, sort of. Arceus the Creator made me pregnant with Arceus the Messenger.”
“Huh?! There are two Arceus’s?”
“No, just one. But within one Arceus, there are three forms.”
“There’s a third one now?”
“Yep, Arceus the Spirit!”
The two humans shook their hairy brown heads. “Look... we were so excited to see you, the elusive, ‘legendary’ Mew, but... The things you’re saying now just can’t be real.”
“Oh? You like meeting legendary Pokemon? Well, how about Arceus? He’s much more impressive and legendary than I am!” Before the humans had a chance to protest, Mew spoke to the open air.
“Son, can you please come here? Some people would like to see you.”
A blazing golden light flooded the air. The humans shielded their eyes with their hands, but the fiery golden imprint of a giant deer was burned into their retinas. Their hairs stood on end. A presence so powerful that gave a magnetic hum filled the air. Shakily, the humans lowered their hands to see a god—to see Him—standing before them in all His glory.
Arceus lowered his brilliant head to Mew, a soft tenderness in his radiant eyes.
“Yes, Mama?”
A Fulfilled Prophecy
The dawn from on high shall break upon us,
To shine on those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death,
And to guide our feet into the way of peace
“No, our city won’t be destroyed... The Wishmaker promised us!”
Troas’s voice quavered. In spite of his words, Lydia saw terror shine behind his dark eyes. She looked up, trying to shield her eyes from the sun. But the sunlight was oppressive—more than oppressive. Her skin shone an ugly red and was sore to the touch. Her head throbbed and her throat was sore from sweating so much. She could never drink enough water to quench her thirst. Villagers around her lay on the ground, having succumbed to the terrible heat. Earth-shattering growls roared in her ears. She and her father, Troas, tried to keep their eyes on the war raging before them.
From their vantage point at the cliffs within the volcanic Sootopolis crater, Groudon stood. It swiped its massive claws at Kyogre, who roared as its underbelly was slashed. But just when Groudon seemed to gain the upper hand, Kyogre retaliated with a blast of water. The behemoth smashed into the lower volcanic terraces, sending sheets of shale and rock raining down. In a few minutes, it got back up, glaring back at its foe.
“This fighting has gone on for days,” Lydia murmured. “But nobody is getting anywhere!”
“Have faith, Lydia!” Troas panted. “I saw the Wishmaker at the sacred rock forty years ago. I feared wars and natural disasters. He promised we would make it... Promised we would live! He won’t leave us to die!”
Lydia sat down. Her strength was rapidly fading. She couldn’t trust her father’s words. The fighting would never end, and her village would be reduced to ruins.
As she closed her eyes, lost in a haze of heat, a gust of cold air swirled around her.
She leapt to her feet. Pale grey clouds covered the heavens; the intense sunlight was gone. And, from where Kyogre raged, the thunderstorms ceased. As she watched, a rift opened in the heavens. Bathed in golden light, an emerald-green serpent descended from the thunderheads. Kyogre and Groudon ceased fighting and gazed in mute reverence.
Inhaling deeply, the dragon roared. It was as music to Lydia’s ears: a commanding roar, filled with power and promise.
As the dragon’s cry died down, it shot back to the sky, disappearing beyond the clouds. Kyogre disappeared beneath the waves and Groudon departed through a rift in the earth. Around Lydia, the villagers stirred, awakening to a new morning.
The Afterlife
Now you let your servant go in peace;
Your word has been fulfilled:
My own eyes have seen the salvation
Which you have prepared in the sight of every people:
A light to reveal you to the nations
And the glory of your people
Darkrai opened his eyes weakly, watching dawn’s rays spill over the horizon. His strength slowly slipped away, ever fading with the rising sun.
A peaceful smile passed over his face. He no longer had the strength to slip back into the shadows, to chase Pokemon away from the sacred shrine where Arceus slumbered. No, the great Lord would have to find a new Pokemon to be His servant. Even Darkrai was not eternal.
Rays of light fell on Darkrai’s form, and he dissipated into smoky tendrils. As he dissolved in the last of night’s darkness, Darkrai closed his eyes. Beyond them was a great darkness, one much more peaceful and whole than any he had experienced in the present life. No, this was eternal: safe, comforting, restful. Darkrai knew it was where he belonged—this place was made for him.
And, in the midst of the darkness was a radiant golden face. And He spoke, his voice brimming with joy.
“Well done, my good and faithful servant.”
And one last drabble so that I get a bingo:
AZ's Ultimate Weapon
He could still make out the three large, triangular shapes amidst the rubble, overlaying three larger sheets of metal. The stigma was long gone, having collapsed on itself countless years ago. Even as Geosenge City expanded with an ever-increasing number of high-end hotels, restaurants, bullet trains, and an ever-growing population, the metallic structure was slowly being eaten away by time.
He raised his eyes. The Carnac stones were still visible, in the exact same spaces they were just over 3,000 years ago. His heart twisted with guilt.
It’s okay. They’re at peace, now.
“You think?”
He glanced at Floette. Her serene smile said it all.
AZ sighed. “I know it’s no use dwelling on the past. I did what I thought was best. And besides, we can rest knowing that this thing won’t be working again.”
He smiled at Floette. “Think the gods will have pity on us someday? Maybe let us rest eternally, too? Anyway, let’s get out of here.”
The duo walked away, leaving the ultimate weapon to rust beneath the gaze of the ancient Carnac stones.
| The creation of unown script | A fulfilled prophecy | Relic Castle |
| Darkest Day | AZ's ultimate weapon | The afterlife |
| Arceus' 1000 arms | Divine Birth | Blessings |
I'm aiming to revisit this since there are a number of others I'd like to play with. For now, I chose ones that could fit in with canticles that I know. Bonus points if anyone knows where these are from :P I hope you enjoy!
Divine Birth
From this day all generations will call me blessed:
The Almighty has done great things for me,
And holy is his Name
“How can you give birth to a god, yet not be a god?”
Mew smiled and curtsied in response to the question. “It was the Lord’s wish. He said he wanted me to carry and birth His child. And so I did!”
“But-but-but... how?! Arceus is massive, with arms of gold! He can strike any of us down in an instant! You’re... you!”
Mew giggled and shrugged. “Yes, I’m less like Arceus than any other Pokemon. But! It’s the Creator. He can make anything possible. And that includes giving me the ability to bear His child!”
She smiled serenely at the humans staring at her, dumbfounded. Humans were so fun to talk to! They were easily confused and baffled by the simplest things.
“So... Let me get this straight. You gave birth to Arceus?”
“Yep!”
“And you got pregnant by...?”
“Arceus said I was pregnant, and then I was.”
“Wait, Arceus got you pregnant with Arceus?!?”
“Well, sort of. Arceus the Creator made me pregnant with Arceus the Messenger.”
“Huh?! There are two Arceus’s?”
“No, just one. But within one Arceus, there are three forms.”
“There’s a third one now?”
“Yep, Arceus the Spirit!”
The two humans shook their hairy brown heads. “Look... we were so excited to see you, the elusive, ‘legendary’ Mew, but... The things you’re saying now just can’t be real.”
“Oh? You like meeting legendary Pokemon? Well, how about Arceus? He’s much more impressive and legendary than I am!” Before the humans had a chance to protest, Mew spoke to the open air.
“Son, can you please come here? Some people would like to see you.”
A blazing golden light flooded the air. The humans shielded their eyes with their hands, but the fiery golden imprint of a giant deer was burned into their retinas. Their hairs stood on end. A presence so powerful that gave a magnetic hum filled the air. Shakily, the humans lowered their hands to see a god—to see Him—standing before them in all His glory.
Arceus lowered his brilliant head to Mew, a soft tenderness in his radiant eyes.
“Yes, Mama?”
A Fulfilled Prophecy
The dawn from on high shall break upon us,
To shine on those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death,
And to guide our feet into the way of peace
“No, our city won’t be destroyed... The Wishmaker promised us!”
Troas’s voice quavered. In spite of his words, Lydia saw terror shine behind his dark eyes. She looked up, trying to shield her eyes from the sun. But the sunlight was oppressive—more than oppressive. Her skin shone an ugly red and was sore to the touch. Her head throbbed and her throat was sore from sweating so much. She could never drink enough water to quench her thirst. Villagers around her lay on the ground, having succumbed to the terrible heat. Earth-shattering growls roared in her ears. She and her father, Troas, tried to keep their eyes on the war raging before them.
From their vantage point at the cliffs within the volcanic Sootopolis crater, Groudon stood. It swiped its massive claws at Kyogre, who roared as its underbelly was slashed. But just when Groudon seemed to gain the upper hand, Kyogre retaliated with a blast of water. The behemoth smashed into the lower volcanic terraces, sending sheets of shale and rock raining down. In a few minutes, it got back up, glaring back at its foe.
“This fighting has gone on for days,” Lydia murmured. “But nobody is getting anywhere!”
“Have faith, Lydia!” Troas panted. “I saw the Wishmaker at the sacred rock forty years ago. I feared wars and natural disasters. He promised we would make it... Promised we would live! He won’t leave us to die!”
Lydia sat down. Her strength was rapidly fading. She couldn’t trust her father’s words. The fighting would never end, and her village would be reduced to ruins.
As she closed her eyes, lost in a haze of heat, a gust of cold air swirled around her.
She leapt to her feet. Pale grey clouds covered the heavens; the intense sunlight was gone. And, from where Kyogre raged, the thunderstorms ceased. As she watched, a rift opened in the heavens. Bathed in golden light, an emerald-green serpent descended from the thunderheads. Kyogre and Groudon ceased fighting and gazed in mute reverence.
Inhaling deeply, the dragon roared. It was as music to Lydia’s ears: a commanding roar, filled with power and promise.
As the dragon’s cry died down, it shot back to the sky, disappearing beyond the clouds. Kyogre disappeared beneath the waves and Groudon departed through a rift in the earth. Around Lydia, the villagers stirred, awakening to a new morning.
The Afterlife
Now you let your servant go in peace;
Your word has been fulfilled:
My own eyes have seen the salvation
Which you have prepared in the sight of every people:
A light to reveal you to the nations
And the glory of your people
Darkrai opened his eyes weakly, watching dawn’s rays spill over the horizon. His strength slowly slipped away, ever fading with the rising sun.
A peaceful smile passed over his face. He no longer had the strength to slip back into the shadows, to chase Pokemon away from the sacred shrine where Arceus slumbered. No, the great Lord would have to find a new Pokemon to be His servant. Even Darkrai was not eternal.
Rays of light fell on Darkrai’s form, and he dissipated into smoky tendrils. As he dissolved in the last of night’s darkness, Darkrai closed his eyes. Beyond them was a great darkness, one much more peaceful and whole than any he had experienced in the present life. No, this was eternal: safe, comforting, restful. Darkrai knew it was where he belonged—this place was made for him.
And, in the midst of the darkness was a radiant golden face. And He spoke, his voice brimming with joy.
“Well done, my good and faithful servant.”
And one last drabble so that I get a bingo:
AZ's Ultimate Weapon
He could still make out the three large, triangular shapes amidst the rubble, overlaying three larger sheets of metal. The stigma was long gone, having collapsed on itself countless years ago. Even as Geosenge City expanded with an ever-increasing number of high-end hotels, restaurants, bullet trains, and an ever-growing population, the metallic structure was slowly being eaten away by time.
He raised his eyes. The Carnac stones were still visible, in the exact same spaces they were just over 3,000 years ago. His heart twisted with guilt.
It’s okay. They’re at peace, now.
“You think?”
He glanced at Floette. Her serene smile said it all.
AZ sighed. “I know it’s no use dwelling on the past. I did what I thought was best. And besides, we can rest knowing that this thing won’t be working again.”
He smiled at Floette. “Think the gods will have pity on us someday? Maybe let us rest eternally, too? Anyway, let’s get out of here.”
The duo walked away, leaving the ultimate weapon to rust beneath the gaze of the ancient Carnac stones.
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