Thread:Revival100/@comment-28412230-20161209033334

Original Writing by Revival100 Editing by Ham & Cheese Omen

Hope is born when despair is at it's finest. The July sun is harsh on the land, the berry supplies being at an all time low, and causing weakness amongst many. This also caused many fights for territory between the Lucario and the Zoroark tribes.

The leader Lucario sat with the blind, yet wise elder inside his tent. The Lucario - named Pax - asked the elder with great urgency, “Oracle? Any visions, Oracle?” The elderly who was titled “Oracle” hummed, answering, “I have leader Pax, in relation to not just this tribe's fate, but also the fate of this land.”

This significantly perked Pax’s interest, as he leaned forward, eager to know more of the vision the elder foresaw, “What is it that you saw?”

“A storm is coming,” the Oracle began as she rose from her spot, pacing around, “One that will not just bring the rain we have been waiting for so long, but it shall bring hope.” The elder sluggishly approached Pax, “As well as a great war that will make a final decision, and one great warrior shall rise above the rest. One that might bring victory to the tribe.”

The Lucario leader thinks on how this particular vision could be interpreted, until her thoughts were interrupted by a Lucario by the lookout tower, exclaiming, “Elite Omen’s team are approaching! Elite Omen’s team are approaching!”

Pax immediate rises, running out of the elder’s tent as she greeted the group that had returned from their duties; several Lucario gather around the group, tending to their wounds. The leader Lucario walked up to the group’s operator, talking to him, “Omen, what’s your report?” T

he elite Lucario dubbed Omen answered bitterly, “ We lost the northern outpost, we had no choice but to retreat.” he blinked his abnormally bicolored red and blue eyes, “ There were too many, I’m sorry Pax.”

Pax sighed at the defeat, but replied, “It’s alright, as long as you made it back alive, that's the main thing.” she grinned, “All we have left is the berry field near our camp.”

“And that's not a lot,” he crossed his arms, “especially seeing everyone's starving, we're forced to ration our food…” As Omen finished his sentence, a mother Lucario that has an held in a blanket tied to her approached him hastily, beginning to tend to his wounds.

“Amelia,” Omen spoke, a relieved grin stretched his face, “How are you two?” the mother nodded as she finished tending her beloved’s injuries, “We’re fine, but you’ve not come home…”

Omen’s grin faded to an empathetic expression, patting her shoulder as the pair entered their shelter, with Amelia cleaning the remainder of the elite’s wounds, “So, what happened back there?” 