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Remnants 49 - A Voice from the Dust by DragonwolfRooke Remnants 49 - A Voice from the Dust by DragonwolfRooke
In the darkness, I heard a voice speaking to me.

It sounded like the voice of a little child.

I was different, once. I used to be strong and beautiful, and free.

Long ago, I was born from a fallen star.

I must have come from somewhere, but I knew not where. I woke in a place that was hot and unfamiliar, where the stone was broken around me. I was frightened. I knew I was alone, when I should not have been so. I was so afraid. I wept in fear. My crying caused a blizzard, and the cold was familiar, and I wasn't so afraid any more.

And then I found people. They ran away from me. They called me beast, monster, hid in their homes from me, screamed when they saw me. I couldn't understand it. I was the one who was afraid - why were they? But I soon came to understand that they feared my power, the snow my claws left. And so I ran from those people.

I ran very far. I ran to where the air was thin, the sky was close, and I was even more alone. I was so lonely.

There I watched the world turn for many seasons. I watched this world and learned to harness other powers from it. I watched storms, how the clouds would rumble and crash, and I learned to summon that lightning. I watched the heat and the burning as fires swept the land, and I learned to create that too. It was a lonely time, but I grew very strong.

I met the little creatures then, the ones who could summon the elements like I could. They did not fear me, like the little people did. I learned to speak the tongue of the little creatures. I played with them, and protected them, and they protected me. But I still longed for one who could speak with me as I truly spoke. A language from a place that was very far.

And then, one day, the prince came.

He wore a crest of spikes on his head and had wings that flapped and snapped in the wind. He said he was called Prince. He had climbed very high, to where I had hidden myself. When he looked on me, he was not afraid. And he spoke in a tongue that was familiar to me.

I called him friend.

It was a good time. Prince was my friend, in ways I could not express. We played together. I laughed. I taught him things that I knew, like how to sing, and how to cut the stones and use them, and how to watch the skies and see how the earth moved around him. Prince carried my teachings to the other little people. From where I watched, I saw them grow and change, spreading further, growing stronger, like I had. I was proud of my Prince.

But as the sun turned and turned, Prince grew old. He called himself King, then. And one day my friend came, with a little Prince with him. The little Prince became my friend too. And then a day came when the little Prince came, and the King did not.

And so this continued for many, many years. I met many Princes, and made many friends. I cherished my time with them. Sometimes, they asked for my help, and I would venture down my mountain in secret. I would fight to protect them, and I would help them rebuild. All in secret, where the other little people could not see me and fear me. I trusted my Princes, but I did not trust them.

I was happy, then. But then it came to an end.

One day my friend came, and he brought two little Princes. They were friends, and we became friends. But as the sun turned, the twin Princes grew old, and their friendship died between them. They started to fight with their words, and then with their swords, and I watched in dismay as the land beyond my mountain began to be broken. I saw different flags flying. I saw pain and hurt. I saw war and I knew that my Princes had turned against one another.

It broke my heart.

Then they came to me, my two friends, who I had once played with when they were very small. They came to me and demanded that I fight for them, to fight the other. Choose a side. Destroy one of my Princes and his people.

I knew I could not. But I loved my little Princes, and so, with great regret, I forged a weapon. A spear, with the power to rend, to split. Not to destroy, but to create anew, in pieces. And I gave it to them, and let them use it upon me.

They split from me, two.

One who bore my gift of flame, with wings of pure white. Inside him was my love of what was true, of the skies turning and the wind blowing as it ever would. Unchanging and forever. The good times I missed.

One who bore my gift of storm, with claws of jet black. In him was my honor and justice, the certainty that good must prevail. The desire to protect and to uplift. My ideals.

These two dragons were separated from me, whole and perfect, with minds and hearts of their own. They stood beside the Prince they favored. And I?

I was left alone again. I was naught but a shell. I was closer to what I was, so long ago, when I had woken in the crater of a fallen star, only now I was broken and ugly. The last gift I kept for myself was the cold and ice. My soul was broken, my sorrow the only thing remaining. But I held to it, because in that sorrow was the memory - the memory of little Princes whose hearts I had lost, of a past when I had played and sang and taught the sons of men. I kept inside of me, no hope of truth, and no courage of ideals. But I held to the love I still had for the little people and for my old friends.

I was left alone on the mountain, and I watched the world go to war all around me. I couldn't bear to watch anymore. And so I flew away, far away, back to the crater from whence I came. I crept into the darkest caves where I could not be found, where I could be alone with my memories. I knew I would never play with Princes and Kings again. I was to be alone.

The world moved on.

I don't know what happened to the twin dragons who came from me.

I slept, and slept, and slept, and the world turned ever on.

Until lightning and pain awoke me.

I fought them...why did they want to hurt me...why...

They put me in a tiny cave, they held me down, and made my whole body scream in agony. They forced me to use my power of ice. The little people had found me once again, but there were no Princes anymore. There were only cruel faces. They still feared me, and they hated me. And they still hated one another.

They made me...they made me...I had no choice...they forced me to fire my ice at that city. I watched it tear asunder. And I was weeping, and screaming, and no one could hear me.

I was born from a fallen star.

I loved my friends and was betrayed by them.

And now I am forced to bring about the end. Perhaps it is meant to be - perhaps I am meant to stand on this broken world, its destruction...perhaps I am meant to be completely alone on this world. Maybe I was sent here for this. To be alone, unloved and unheard.


Not unheard.

Because you can hear me, can't you?


Was I wrong?

I was wrong.

There's a little Prince after all. But are a little Princess.

Will you be my friend, little Princess?

Or will you let me destroy the world?

Remnants (c) me
Pokemon (c) Pokemon

(Featuring something similar to how I think Zekrom+Reshiram+Kyurem must have been like. Plus my story on the origin of the dragons and the rise of the Unovan kingdoms.

This was fun to write. :))
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Karakitsune8 Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2015
TvT now I have two Unova stories that make me sad and happy
WantItNeedItFearIt Featured By Owner May 16, 2014
I see what you did there with the title. ;)

Also, Kyurem is now best dragon. I want to see this as a movie or something... 
cps2012 Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
aww, poor Kyurem...
Sackuraba Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I teared up...
BossCandi Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
As far as I'm concerned, this is now official Pokemon canon. I will accept no other. :tears:
DragonwolfRooke Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
It's MY headcanon, at least. Kyurem's one of my favorite legendaries because of it.
laraanita Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2013
Aww gosh D: I had put off reading until I had played more of my own run - poor thing D:
icestarfalconfire Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
im crying and you didnt even lose anyone
Pastel--Puppy Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Clarapkmntrainer Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2013
T_T poor little darling, I LOVE YOU KYUREM! I HEAR YOU AND YOU SHALL NEVER BE AFAID !!! Your amazing rooke, you are inspiring... Thank you...
Four-EyedSoulReaper Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is a masterpiece. Love how you explained Kyurem. I feel bad he's the main antagonist of my Nuzlocke trilogy....
lumpking2 Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2013  Student Artist
T-T poor Kyurem
I feel so bad for him now
Very well written and thought out
Warrior-Heart127 Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
EPIC, epic picture :3
Seedlo Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I read this and I was like Kyrem, I love you... well written Rooke
SuperRabidWaffle Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
That'll do Rooke...that'll do. :iconblushplz:
MataTheSporeFanatic Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Hobbyist Filmographer
I'm gonna voiceact this and then animate it.
DragonwolfRooke Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
That would be beautiful.
MataTheSporeFanatic Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013  Hobbyist Filmographer
I tried to do it with my "amazing" fluttershy voice, but my microphone is so crappy...
Sorry ;-; I'll try again when my house is quiet
stolensoul12 Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
that was awesome and well written, I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!
Sevslover6195 Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Poor Kyurem!
Skittle-Chu Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Hobbyist
Woah, very well written!! I love your take on the three dragons :)
Sanhanian Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Wow. Just wow. You come up with such amazing original concepts. I hadn't ever thought of Kyurem being sorta the victimized hero of the story. You write such fun stories.
Snowbound-Becca Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Outstanding. Your take on Origin!Kyurem was well-written and enjoyable. And the picture complements it perfectly. Well done :)
xXFluffyGenocideXx Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
*applause* best story i've ever heard!
I swear this is my future children's bed time story.
Eeveestarluver Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Will you be my friend, little Princess?

The line totally gave me shivers!
Dalo2953 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013
....... Epic.
Hiryu-knight Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013
Amazing take on origin!Kyurems story! I wonder what will happen next...
RavenWolfie97 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I mean, wow. This was expressed so well and so clearly, I don't even know where to begin.
I almost felt as if I were Kyurem, reading this.
I know that sounds extremely cheesy, but it's true...
You did good, Rooke. You did good.
bubblesishot46853 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013 deep...poor Kyurem!!!!
Moonshard123 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013
Rooke, you've made some amazing pages for Remnants so far, but no other has been so well written, or left me with the want for more that this one has <3 Beautiful job, I can't wait for the next one!
DragonwolfRooke Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks. :)
Okibi-Wolf Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
The picture is absolutely amazing. I love your take on Original!Kyurem, it's a really good balance between the three creatures (is it an original take? I haven't finished my White 2 so I don't know if they show what Kyurem originally was...).
DragonwolfRooke Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
Yeah, it's an original take. :)
FrostClaw123 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
That was truely incredibly. Absolutely beautiful
WhiteDemonWolf0 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013
THE FEELS!!! THEY ACHE SO BAD!!! help him little princess BE HIS FRIEND!!!
bubblesishot46853 Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013
Wow, awesome concept of Perfect Kyurem!
iBeebs Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You are truly an amazing writer.
That...was beautiful. You've outdone yourself, Rooke. Completely outdone yourself.
DragonwolfRooke Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
:) Thank you.
Exotic-Supernova Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I cried. Not gonna lie to you.
rageofkyubii Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013
EchoSongs Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013
That....was AMAZINGG..... :iconsobeautifulplz:
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