Time and time again will the moon of a solid crimson rise above the Earth and the heavens, casting its blood red lights to mix with the gorgeous milky white of the light reflected by the sun. Wait for the right time of year and day, and only under the previously mentioned brilliance will a portal to another world open - Paradise. As its name suggests, this place is - well, paradise.
Maniacal and filled with greed was the collector’s mind at the time, thoughts plagued with stealing and keeping things for himself without a drop of remorse. Through his tent, under the shadowing canopy of a million trees did a shaft of the beautiful light fleck in and scatter around the tent in a display of light and the opening of a wide-rimmed portal. The key to Paradise, was the portal opening by a single path of light forged through leaves of pine trees.
The man found himself stunned. He stared into the portal, seeing only the lands of Paradise and whatever they could contain. A content smirk slipped onto his mouth and he quickly excited his tent to arouse some excitement in his friends. His friends' friends. Their friends. People in general would come flocking to this, curious and everything about the new land.
As the people gathered, the first man was the beginning person to step through the portal - to find a land so rich, soils so sweet and fertile, plants of exotic and beautiful species, animal life flourishing and peaceful. It had everything from white-sanded beaches to trees to shrubberies to gardens - it's namesake had been to good use, for it truly was the paradise of a lifetime. The landscape of unmatched beauty, everything about it would be his. His. Belonging to him and the humans. Everything would be made for him, the trees and the ferns and the rivers.
The other humans were not far behind him in the portal. They charged forward, killing animals, plants, everything they could get their hands on. It was practically their land, a sitting duck in the midst of nowhere just ready to be shot. The little respect of aesthetics anyone had vanished with the bang of weaponry ready to be used.
A new figure was there. At first appearing to be yet another sitting duck, just waiting to die under the new usurping from humankind. But it blurred by with unimaginable speed, attacked back with surprising power and began a protection sequence. The guardian of this place, Sacretario, would not allow this crazy takeover. No maniac would take the land of peace, love, and hope. No crazed man would disturb the namesake of this place - without the paradise of Paradise, what would they call it? Crazy human reign of distortion? The thoughts of such things caused the creature to even wince - a strange act for a foxlike animal such as itself.
On and on it went, killing humans one by one with shocking ease. Quickly did the portal's discoverers' eyes meet the creature of Sacretario, a scarring line creasing its forehead - almost the beginning of a slash. Worry clicked deep inside him - would he be next among these people, lying on the ground and falling like petals from a cherry tree? No - he would go down with a fight and that was more than certainly what he did. Before it attacked him, he carved a scar slicing the opposite way of the other on the creature's forehead, creating a firm 'X' shape there to remind the creature of this fight forever.
Yet unlike the humans, the creature kept a bit of remorse in its heart as the humans fled the place, skittering outside of the portal before Sacretario would shut it until a certain fateful day. He would hide in the stars and create several keys to stop humans from ever entering this place again, that's what he would do - keep himself hidden so no other hideous markings would be bestowed upon him in this horrible way. Quietly, he mouthed out the keys to himself in an almost silent fashion.
"The Wolfeon's blood of a boy nicknamed Black."
"The heart of a living Cyndaquil."
"A set of scales from the shiny Basculin living in the Lake of Rage."
"And a Star Key."
And the portal was shut, sealed until the crimson moon would rise again.
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Bunny groaned, a hefty sigh on her voice as her eyes rolled to the top of her head. For now, she was just stuffing whatever useful things she could find into her crimson suitcase - her swimsuit would go here, t-shirts and pants would go there, and of course a few other coats and jackets here and there. She didn't need much to survive, as it wasn’t too typical of a Pokemon Trainer to bring too many outfits along with them - yet she still enjoyed having a certain red scarf along for the ride. For some reason an odd comfort greeted her whenever it was wrapped loosely or tightly around her neck.
There was one thing missing among the packing, though - she just knew it, something wasn’t there - but what? Quickly, she scanned over the items in her head, reviewing them over to find that she was missing a pair of swimming goggles. She gave a harsh grunt before storming up the stairs to shuffle around where she put them - yes, there they were. She snatched them up and stuffed them in between a blue tank top and a pair of sweatpants, not really caring about what order they were in or how unorganized they were. She zipped the suitcase closed and lifted it, knowing she was done with the packing.
Typhlosion sat there, patiently fiddling with his bag. It was nice to have fur and not need clothes wherever you went.
"Leon!" called Bunny, "Are you packed yet?"
"We have to get to Mistveil City before dark" How do they find the Moons (lol I mean Team Lunar) now? Is it different or similar or what?)