Ten years ago, a dark army arose. The power they possessed was like the flames the sun held deep inside him. Dark clouds followed wherever they went, and the sound of the thunder roaring gave kids and adults goosebumps down their spines.A pokemon named wigglytuff saw this dark force, slowly walking to his village. He tried to plead with them, to rethink their intention. He gave them options, he gave them money, he would even sacrifice himself for his people, but they denied. The only words they said was, "We'll do it for our lord."The time came when Wigglytuff gave in, and said enough was enough. He called on all of his explorers, short and tall, ugly and pretty, and strong and weak. He told them about this unknown army that was walking this way, and ordered them to push them back, to protect their people who depend on them, to do what they were trained to do, to scare them into never coming back here again.When the time of war opened the door, the army proved to be difficult to overpower. Storms of blood and screams ran through the battlefield. Even the strongest of pokemon had felt their heart pumping fast.The village, the home of wigglytuff and his guild was destroyed. Houses turned into crumbs of ashes, dozens of innocent pokemon lost their life, and the trees were tackled to the ground. Fire and lightning rained upon the village's soil, turning it hard like the desert.Wigglytuff asked the leader of the army, "why do you keep fighting, who is your lord!"The leader didn't speak for a moment, but eventually, wigglytuff got his answer. "Mewtwo is my lord, he is our king."At the end, Wigglytuff won the war, but at what cost. Most of his explorers were dead, his guild was destroyed, and he was still haunted by a pokemon from the dark side's last words, "You think this is war, you have not seen war, be prepared for the coming of Armageddon, he said in a beaten up, raspy voice.Wigglytuff searched endlessly through books after books, research paper after research paper, but couldn't find a single being called, "Mewtwo." Until he found one piece of evidence, one light in the darkness, it was a pokemon called , "Mew." He was small, his legs looked strong compared to his arms, and his tail stretch beyond his head. Wigglytuff still wondered, why'd he say mewtwo, instead of just mew.After five years of extensive research, he gave up on that old bluff that fallen soldier said, and started focusing more on his guild. His guild was now a tent. Inside was a chair and a desk for wigglytuff, and a wall of the wanted list for his explorers, oh how the mighty have fallen.Five years later, a new generation of young explorers signed up for the adventure they crave, and wigglytuff couldn't be more proud of his people. But, in his wall of the wanted lists, he's been seeing the same pokemon from the that fateful year. The same scars, the same complextion, and that same emptiness in their eyes.(Looking for any cowriters)
Within the walls of a cage laid a man cursed with the soul of a beast. Behind bars stood a woman blessed with the powers of a witch. And under shame rested a boy with a mind like no other.
What happens when they had enough, what happens when they break loose, what happens when they meet, what happens when they see through their bruises, their anger, and their shame, and find the same pain that rests in all of them.
He was born in the time when soldiers grasped swords and shields. The time when houses were forged by wood and hay. And when the guillotine sweeped this land in fear. But his birth was not by a man and a woman, his wrath was not created so easily. It was by the innocence of a young witch, who's soul out shined the erupting stars and the rising sun. And the red skin of a demon who dragged the men and woman, who were rejected by God's grace. It was that demon, who looked at the woman with lurking eyes, and smiling mouth. It was her cries, and begging that fueled the demon with lust.
But nine months later, the witch's baby was born. His skin was as black as the abyss of outer space. His teeth, as sharp as the swiftest sword ever made. His white pupils pierced the braveness of any warrior. But the witch saw through his demonic looks. Her eyes entered deep into his soul to find that his soul shined just as much as hers.
But soon the woman found herself bent over, under the heavy blade of the guillotine.
After his mother died, the boy, helpless in a state of danger. The only thing that was safe was the dark soil, and the evil trees of the vast forest. But sit back, as I tell you a tale of revolution, evil, and payback.
This is a place where all the mightiest fighters brawl for glory, it might be gorey and the stage might have stains of blood, but it's in the brawling warriors's blood. Whether it's a mighty five foot tall dragon or a pink ball with arms and legs, they are all mighty and voilence swims in their veins. This is super smash bros and it's where all the baddest fighters go.
Even in a relatively tight-knit community like Penana, it's difficult to find good stories to read—not because there aren't any good ones, but because we just don't know where to start. We have taken it upon ourselves to review stories that have especially stood out to us, as an archive of sorts to refer to if anyone is looking for something specific.
We do plan on ranking stories every once in a while, but this is more for fun than anything else.
»A note from Aretice: It is not my intention to separate "good" works from "bad." I simply want to acknowledge stories that I think many others will enjoy, and I think Comrade will agree with me.«
Raven Lithrina would do anything to rid her once peaceful homeland from the Asmodeus clan, even if it meant risking her life in search of a place that only seemed to exist in folklore. She would throw her only chance at love away in search of a magic long forgotten, face any foe with bloodlust, even if they weren't the one she truly wanted revenge against. She follows the warrior's call, hoping to set her world right only to find the threat is bigger than anything she imagined. Friends become enemies, foes become friends, and in the end it came down to two choices:Win the war, or die trying.