Hundreds of years back, the island had been a lush paradise. Those who were sent to colonize it from the Johto Empire never came back, and were presumed dead. The exact opposite was true. It was the perfect spot for a small city. Soon, a medievel metropolis was on the island paradise, reffered to only as Chietheegan.
Of course, as time went on, the civilization expanded, first seeking military dominance. Using large Pokemon, such as Wailord, and Salamence, they ravenged the nearby islands. On the islands, they constructed incredible monuments and temples. One island was not so.
One island, was for the ever-expanding civilization to have an infinite source of knowledge. A grand library, with books that would be traded for, or stolen. This library was inredibly well guarded, and only elders were permitted inside the giant marble doors. It is legend that the area around it is laiden with traps, and guards of the undead.
Untill the unthinkable happened. Perhaps by divine wrath, a battle of legends, or a natural phenomenon, the civilization died. Every last person, young and old, rich and poor. Some think it to be a horrible plauge, while others insist it was for disturbing the balance of the islands. Shortly after all had died, a true phenomena happened. The planet changed. The elevation of the islands suddenly raised, leaving no water left around them. It was discovered then, that all the island were connected to one another, through a chain of undersea mountains, which were also raised with the islands. With the plant unable to support the altitude change, and animals dying because of the movement, all hope was soon lost for the islands.
They turned to desert. A massive desert, in the focal point of ocean trade routes. Do to it's position, it was rapidly made into a trading port when rediscovered. Only two of the island chain were touched. One to be made into the sea port, another an ocean resort, with impressive battle facilities. It has become a major tourist spot, whether it be to battle, vacation, or explore.
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"Right, I know Silver," Cody said to the Aipom upon his shoulder, "I hate boats just as much. We'll just have to deal with it." In the distance, the island chain could be seen. Apart from the seaport, the place looked dead.
With a backpack propped agaisnt his seat, and his sun bleached hair flapping away in the wind, Cody and Silver sat, waiting to arrive on the isle. Little did the two know, that upon arrival, their whole lives would be changed, forever. For now though, the two enjoyed their last hour aboard the cruise ship. It was a prize won in some tournament a few weeks back. It wasn't an exclusive cruise, hundreds of others were on board to explore the chain of islands.
"Passengers, within the next two hours, we will have arrived at the "Chieteeglen islands chain, in the sea port of Vanewato. Please enjoy the rest of your day." The voice on the ship's intercom was then repeated in several languages, presumably saying the same thing. Maybe not. Maybe the repeats were making fun of those who didn't speak the other languages.
Starting tommorow night, was a two week long festival. A festival, just to have one. It had become a tradition here at the sea port, and a great way to drag in more tourists. A battle tournament is usually held, and on wednesday night you can join a caravan and explore the desrt. It was monday evening right now.
The wind picked up suddenly, wipping the boat with mist from the sea.
A single piece of paper landed on the ship, blown in on the wind. It had the look of something that had been blowing on the Sea's breath for ages. Old, slightly damp and smelling of salt. It had one simple phrase on it, "kütüphane sonsuz beaneath belgili tanımlık kumtaşı."
"Temple eternal, beneath the sands"
Of course, as time went on, the civilization expanded, first seeking military dominance. Using large Pokemon, such as Wailord, and Salamence, they ravenged the nearby islands. On the islands, they constructed incredible monuments and temples. One island was not so.
One island, was for the ever-expanding civilization to have an infinite source of knowledge. A grand library, with books that would be traded for, or stolen. This library was inredibly well guarded, and only elders were permitted inside the giant marble doors. It is legend that the area around it is laiden with traps, and guards of the undead.
Untill the unthinkable happened. Perhaps by divine wrath, a battle of legends, or a natural phenomenon, the civilization died. Every last person, young and old, rich and poor. Some think it to be a horrible plauge, while others insist it was for disturbing the balance of the islands. Shortly after all had died, a true phenomena happened. The planet changed. The elevation of the islands suddenly raised, leaving no water left around them. It was discovered then, that all the island were connected to one another, through a chain of undersea mountains, which were also raised with the islands. With the plant unable to support the altitude change, and animals dying because of the movement, all hope was soon lost for the islands.
They turned to desert. A massive desert, in the focal point of ocean trade routes. Do to it's position, it was rapidly made into a trading port when rediscovered. Only two of the island chain were touched. One to be made into the sea port, another an ocean resort, with impressive battle facilities. It has become a major tourist spot, whether it be to battle, vacation, or explore.
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"Right, I know Silver," Cody said to the Aipom upon his shoulder, "I hate boats just as much. We'll just have to deal with it." In the distance, the island chain could be seen. Apart from the seaport, the place looked dead.
With a backpack propped agaisnt his seat, and his sun bleached hair flapping away in the wind, Cody and Silver sat, waiting to arrive on the isle. Little did the two know, that upon arrival, their whole lives would be changed, forever. For now though, the two enjoyed their last hour aboard the cruise ship. It was a prize won in some tournament a few weeks back. It wasn't an exclusive cruise, hundreds of others were on board to explore the chain of islands.
"Passengers, within the next two hours, we will have arrived at the "Chieteeglen islands chain, in the sea port of Vanewato. Please enjoy the rest of your day." The voice on the ship's intercom was then repeated in several languages, presumably saying the same thing. Maybe not. Maybe the repeats were making fun of those who didn't speak the other languages.
Starting tommorow night, was a two week long festival. A festival, just to have one. It had become a tradition here at the sea port, and a great way to drag in more tourists. A battle tournament is usually held, and on wednesday night you can join a caravan and explore the desrt. It was monday evening right now.
The wind picked up suddenly, wipping the boat with mist from the sea.
A single piece of paper landed on the ship, blown in on the wind. It had the look of something that had been blowing on the Sea's breath for ages. Old, slightly damp and smelling of salt. It had one simple phrase on it, "kütüphane sonsuz beaneath belgili tanımlık kumtaşı."
"Temple eternal, beneath the sands"