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A Virizon's Regret

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Mikazuki, a teddiursa baker woman dwelling within the village of Scorched Mountain, had no idea where to start looking when Tserin started to call for help to find those that he believed would help.  At first she felt as though she could do nothing, tinkering the days away and praying that all would remain safe, she had an idea.  With the help of her husband she wrote a letter to her sister, a ducklett in a distant city.  After all, Mikazuki’s true family was descended from samurai who worked under generals…perhaps they had heard stories she had not?  Especially Ahiru, who loved pouring over documents and maps.  Her sister received the letter, and at first was at a loss.  How could she know where to find any of these three when the world was so vast?

And then she remembered a story she had been told as a child.  Equipping her guardian sword, she went to the local headquarters that contained documents that reached back in ages and started a search.  A search for a guardian deer whom had been sealed away in a tower.  After all…it was the only lead she had.

The story turned out to be a true one.  Hundreds of years ago, there had been a group, and hundreds of years ago there had been a war (in truth, many wars that nobody could remember how they started or why they persisted).  This group, had tasked themselves with guarding one particular region…the region they had all grown up in, had families in, and couldn’t abandon.

Unfortunately they hadn’t been strong enough for whatever enemies they had faced.  All but the Virizion man fell, so many lives were lost…and there was a call for a scapegoat…somebody to blame for the loss of life.  They couldn’t point their swords at the enemy, for they had run or fallen, so they instead blamed the surviving Virizion.  The villagers demanded he be locked away for failing to do his duty.  He had not protested, instead quietly accepting the judgement.  It seemed that perhaps he had agreed with them, and felt that punishment was the only thing he could do to make up for the tragedy that occurred in those days.

They locked him in the tallest pagoda they had, chaining him to a Buddhist bell.  At first there were many guards, posted on the floors to make sure nobody tried to break him out.  Nobody ever made an attempt, and the Virizion hadn’t so much as moved a muscle, or spoken.  A hundred years passed, and the guards around him lessened.  Only half the numbers bothered to show up, and as time went on fewer and fewer bothered.  In the last fifty or so years, there were none that remained.  Not that anybody had killed them, just that…they couldn’t remember why they guarded him.  There was no true memory, and the stories had happened so long ago…they could only be stories.  At any rate, it was a ridiculous waste of resources.  The last guard had bowed, unsure what to call him, and said that the Virizion was free to go.  There was no reason to stay.

The Virizion said nothing and did nothing.

Ahiru found the location of the tower, left a note to her family and sent one to Mikazuki and Sohka saying she believed she had found him, but it would be a small bit before they saw the result.  When she landed, the room was dark, and dusty.  At first she almost didn’t see the man sitting on the floor, her eyes instead following the chains that surrounded the room in a haphazard manner.  They certainly hadn’t wanted him to escape when they constructed these chains, anyway.

It was his hair that finally caught her attention.  With hundreds of years of inattention it had sprawled out over the floor, and she had to be careful not to step on it.  He hadn’t acknowledged her, sitting silent and still…she could only imagine what this could have felt like for as long as he had been there.

Minutes went by, before she started to speak.  She told him of the troubles in the Sun Empire, how three important people had been taken.  Important and powerful, and once kind.  Now they were ravaging the landscape, being used for nefarious purposes that even she could not fathom.  They needed his help.

Not a muscle moved.  Not a word was spoken.

Frustrated with his prolonged silence, she went on to speak of the people who were looking for him.  The keldeo that Mikazuki had mentioned.  Of course it wasn’t the same person that he had known centuries ago, but did that really matter?  He couldn’t be such a coward that he would let others die, when that was what he was being punished for?

Not a muscle.  Not a word.

The ducklett’s wings were twice their normal size, and she finally threw a sword at his feet.  It had been kept outside his room.  She demanded that he stop wallowing in self pity and get back to work, he was useless here and the villagers who decided this fate were fools who had no right to imprison somebody who only tried to help!

A noise.  Not from the Virizion, but from somewhere else.  A chain in another area seemed to have snapped, finally succumbing to rust.  Something dawned on Ahiru then, and she started to back away.  Her eyes narrowed, as she stared at the muscles that had seemed dormant.  No…they weren’t.  They looked as though they might have been strained somehow.  About to cry out that she would help, chains suddenly went flying.  The Virizion's arms moved downward at a shocking rate, slamming into the wood floor below.

“Move.”

And so she did, flying out the window she had come from and high up into the air.  The next she saw the bell he had been chained to blasted through the wall she had been in front of, and the Virizion with it.  He had his swords, and as he rode the bell to the ground she could only make out a cascade of hair and debris, before  it all clashed at the ground below.  She flew down to see that he had made it down all right, but he was already standing, recovered, and staring at her.

“I never planned to leave them.  Hundreds of years of dormant strength takes a long time to build up.  I am sorry that you had to doubt me.  Tell me the way I need to go, and I will go.”

Ahiru stared in amazement, before she motioned towards the Sun Empire, where she knew the three main villages were kept.  He nodded, and started to walk off.

All Ahiru could think, besides that she had done something to help her sister and her friends was that she truly hoped he would cut that ridiculous hair off.

Pokimono Virizion - Murakumo Yagi by Tyncelu

Pokimono Ursaring - Mikazuki Watanabe by Tyncelu (In passing)

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Master-Kankuro's avatar
A really epic introduction and cool way how to incloude your other charas here too. =D