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Sixth Anniversary Ongoing Story

SparklingBlue

Pokémon Trainer
Location
Questing through the Pokeworld
Pronouns
She/Her
Welcome to the Ongoing Story game for the sixth anniversary!

Here's how the game works:

--I will start a story, and you must contribute at least a couple of paragraphs (plus or minus six to eight sentences total) to continue it all the way to the story's end, or until the event period ends.
--Keep in mind that all forum rules apply, and your contribution must make sense with what came before it. So if the characters are in a forest, don't start your contribution with them in the desert, unless you have an explanation as to how they got there from the forest.

That said, let's get the story going!

She'd heard the story plenty of times.

Whether it was her own mother telling it to her as the two of them sat by the fire, or a traveling minstrel telling it to the crowds of people during the Crystal Fair in the summertime; the tale was the same. In her eighteen years of hearing it told or telling it to the younger apprentices, she never got tired of telling it. Why she enjoyed the tale, she didn't know, but the familiar words of "Long ago, the world had not four crystals..." made her emerald eyes light up with anticipation and excitement. Her slender yet muscular body would tense up, as if she were one of the Light Warriors of old preparing to fight the evil Chaos. She would also close her eyes and imagine herself before the Crystals; watching their holy light play over her auburn hair.

Depending on the teller, what kinds of adventurers the Light Warriors were would change. Some said they were all physical fighters, others all mages, and still others had their own theories as to what classes they were. It was not like anyone knew exactly, as any written accounts of the quest were either lost or had yet to be found. Only the Goddess of Light knew for sure...


What happens next?
 

Negrek

Three of Cups
Staff
Premium
But that would change, if she had her way! She was old enough now to leave home, old enough to travel and to seek answers for herself. She'd learn the secrets of the Light Warriors, and at last set them down in a proper history, so the world could finally know the truth of their heroes and the lessons they had to teach.

Her dream was grander even than that, though. Weaving was another thing she'd learned from her mother, and she dreamed of setting the Light Warriors' history down in a grand tapestry, the sort of art that would draw people from hundreds of miles around to admire it. It was the best way she knew of to make what she learned available to all, and to do justice to the beauty of the story.

Now was finally the day to set off, if she was going to do it. The Crystal Fair had come around again, and if she was to apprentice to one of its storytellers, this would be her best chance...
 
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