The Inkweaver's Tales

[XD001]

In an old library, moonlight poors through a large window. Among these many books just as many people had found refuge from the cold and cruel world we inhabite. They went on quests with daring knights. They watched a murder mystery unfold. They felt all the emotions: pain, love, hate, happiness, sorrow and many more. Ah yes, the world of ink and paper is glorious. We can always close the book if the pain becomes too much, or flick a few pages ahead to see if our beloved character lives. But back to our main story...

The moonlight fell upon a table, crafted from the finest wood. It sat with two chairs, all three next to the fireplace, gaping wide like a beast's mouth. Now upon that table, lay a book. And a fine book I may add. It's stiff spine had endured many curious fingers gripping it, and it's rich blue cover caught the wandering eye so easily. Gold letters adorned the cover, enticing enough for us to open it wide and gaze in wonder at the stories it held. These fine letters spelled out a finer name, now which I run my fingers along.


"THE INKWEAVER'S TALES"



Ahh. Even now I still say the words gently, as though not to break them, treating them as fine china. And I shall share these written wonders with you.


But where are my manners? By now you wish to know my name. I have many. From Bookworm to The Human Library to Silvertongue. But out of all those words I chose one. A name that describes me perfectly, as I weave life into the words, making them dance and jump, or luring and strange. But again I am leading away from the point. So now I tell you my name.


My name is The Inkweaver, and I shall soon show you the beauty and perfection of the ink and paper worlds we will soon visit...

And with a flick of a hand, the blue book opens wide, revealing it's secrets to the world...

[cowmoo83]

This could be a huge coincidence, but isn't this a lot like Inkheart?

[XD001]

The book Inkdeath inspired me to write again. But I'm not copying it or Inkspell or Inkheart.

It's stories thought by myself. Some are sort, some are long. I'll try to post once a week. It's like a collection of stories really.

[cowmoo83]

so, you've read the inkheart series too! I haven't read inkdeath yet, but i'm guessing it's great! Good luck with your writing.

[Trombones13]

This could be a huge coincidence, but isn't this a lot like Inkheart?
I was thinking the same thing; ROFL. Good story, it was, so I'm interested to see how this one turns out! :-D

[XD001]

Inkdeath is amazing!

There I go again! Changing the point! Well the first story will come soon.

[XD001]

Ahh! You're back already. Just let me get comfortable...
With a click of fingers, the old logs resting in the fireplace burst into flames, casting high shadows on the library's sheves. The Inkweaver lifts the book off the table like you would with a precious newborn.
Let us begin with...ahh, yes! "The Honchkrow and the Weavile". One of my favourites. Are you ready? Then let us begin...



The Honchkrow and the Weavile


Part One: The Honchkrow



Long ago, in a distant land called Malum, there was a castle. A grand castle, it's towers almost touching the sky. Strong stones had held it for a thousand years, and would for another thousand. In the castle, a royal family had lived, ruling Malum from their beautiful foretress. Now the ruler was King Magnor, a generous king, loved dearly by his subjects and his only child. He'd opened the Castle Gardens to everyone -people and pokemon alike. Many rare Pokemon made it their home. He fed the poor by letting them take berries and plants from the Garden. He didn't even charge high taxes, so his subjects could have enough money to survive. Yes the king was loved by all.


Which made it so terrible when Magnor suddenly fell ill. His advisors kept him in his bed, fearing for his health. His daughter was the worst affected. She no longer smiled her loved smile, and sat by her father's bedside every night, praying. But of course the advisors saw another problem.


"Who shall take up the crown until the King heals?"


"His daughter of course! Violet is next in line for the throne. She's the only child of our King."


"But she's so sad. Burdening her with ruling Malum would surely break the poor girl's spirit."


"You're right. We have one option: check the royal library for any other kin."


So they checked. The old book which kept the names of the Royal family showed no alive relatives from the King's side, but the Queen had had a brother. The Queen herself had died when Violet was young, and the King hadn't got over her passing for a year. It was the reason he cared about Violet so much: she reminded him of her mother. The advisors sent a message to the brother, who had no name. Meanwhile, the King showed no signs of recovering soon.


The day the brother came had being cast with a thick mist, and no one saw him coming until he stormed through the doors himself, followed with several men. The first thing Violet thought as she watched her uncle enter was utter disgust. He was fat, and his ugly eyes were like slits peering out of his face. His nose was long and pointed. In fact he looked like the huge Honchkrow sitting on his bulky shoulder. The advisors greeted him, but the Honchkrow screeched and cawed so he shooed them away. They left down a corridor, followed by two of his men. Violet saw the rope in their hands. Her uncle grinned as he looked around the room. Violet knew something bad was coming. Indeed she was correct.


Within hours her uncle raised the taxes. Protestors came, but fled at the sight of armed men with a strange crest with a Honchkrow on it pointing their bows at them. The next day Violet discovered three men in the dungeon. She questioned her uncle but he simply ignored her. But Violet didn't give in. She freed the men, who came simply to question the changes. But her uncle then punished her by ordering her not to leave the upper floors of the castle. Armed guards were to ensure this. And as Violet left, tears streaming down her face, he grinned again. He was now in charge. And Malum lay unsuspecting...


Malum's new ruler soon earned the name "The Honchkrow". Not only because he looked like his spoiled pet, but acted like it too. He sat in his roost at the castle, while his men plundered the villages, accompanied by their bird Pokemon. His pet soon drove the other Pokemon in the Garden away, and claimed the area as it's nest. So The Hochkrow closed off the Garden, and families suffered more. The King was sick, Violet was prisoned like a bird in a cage, and The Honchkrow took what he wanted. Malum was in a nightmare, the nightmare that was The Honchkrow's greatest desire...

[cowmoo83]

I like it so far! Way to write something different!

[Amos]

Wow, i really like this! I'm not usually caught by a FanFic like this.
The tension of mystery is really well developed.
Only one point of contention, and that might be to spell check before you submit - Otherwise, really great! I love it. ^^

[XD001]

I just write it here.

[Amos]

As i can tell! It might be better to type it up into word, spellcheck and then paste it if you're having difficulty checking for spelling errors as a small doc. on Quick Reply.
Just a hint. ^^
Happy FanFicing!

[XD001]

The Honchkrow and The Weavile



Part Two: Violet's Wish



Almost a year had past since The Honchkrow had taken control of Malum. The king was still ill, Violet rarely left her chamber, and the people of Malum were suffering. The Honchkrow had made himself hated, but he seem to feed off the peoples' hatred. Many had taken residence in the dungeon of the castle, for the crime of refusing to pay debts they did not owe. And the harsh, ruthless winter was coming. Meanwhile, The Honchkrow threw banquets for his men, and drinking merry, and given his pet Honchkrow the most beautiful jewls. He laughed when asked about the people, he couldn't care less. A shadow of poverty, famine and sadness had passed over Malum. The Honchkrow's shadow.


Violet sighed. She sat in her chamber, in the highest tower. Beside her, an Eevee lay curled at her feet, silently dreaming. Violet rose and looked out of the only window. The view would have been beautiful...if only that ugly, horrible tower wasn't there, in the centre of the Garden. When Violet had first seen the stones being dragged in, she had asked her uncle. He had replied, with a hint of humor in his voice.


"I believe many call me The Honchkrow. A hated name, but I like it. And every Honchkrow needs a roost. One where his treasure can be kept high above peasant fingers. Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha...Why are you here girl?! Shoo! Go back to your room, or will Talon have to take your hand and lead you?!"


Talon. Violet hated him almost as much as her uncle. He was tall and thin, always with a smug look on his face. He earned his name from the skill his hands had, from stealing to knife throwing. He was devoted to her uncle, even though he could easily remove The Honchkrow. Talon was always there, with his Fearow by his side, standing behind The Honchkrow. Violet felt a tear run down her cheek. Why was this all happening? Why was her father ill? Why was her uncle so cruel? Why,why,why!? Violet turned and picked up her Eevee. She glanced up at the sky, ochre from the setting sun. She saw a star, a single star, shining brightly, unaware of the misery below. Violet drew a breath.


"I wish for someone to save Malum," she whispered. "Someone heroic and brave, someone who can rid us of my uncle."


She stepped back and drew the curtains. Above the star shone a bit brighter, before dimming to it's normal state.
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Talon kicked the table over. Cowering beneath, were a women with her two children. She placed her arms around them protectively. Talon enjoyed this. The family hadn't payed their taxes, as the father was in the dungeon. Talon twirled his knife, asking for the money. No response came, except for the older boy cursing under his breath. Talon frowned. That meant he had to take something of value back. Pots, spoons, toys. Value didn't seem to be something these people had. The son...Talon scratched his chin in thought. They needed small children in the mines. Talon grabbed the boy's arm and yanked him away. His mother pleaded, his sister cried, the boy tried to get away. He bit his captor's shin.


"You little!" Talon raised his hand to strike the boy...


And thudded against the wall. The boy looked up to see a tall figure, clad entirely in black. Except for the crown of red feathers around his forehead. The saviour smiled. A soldier aimed his crossbow, only for it to be destroyed by a Weavile. The Pokemon attacked his fellows, and they fled leaving Talon. Talon wiped his nose. Blood stained his hand. He flung his fist forward and missed. Red-Feathers struck him in the back knocking him to the floor. Talon crawled out, and was soon seen limping down the street. Back to his master. The family watched as their hero leapt onto the roof, and hopped from building to building, with his sidekick in tow.
He soon disappeared from veiw. The boy looked at his feet and picked up a red feather. A Weavile feather.

[cowmoo83]

Nice continuation! Keep it up!:)

[XD001]

The Honchkrow and The Weavile




Part Three: The Weavile Continues



"What!" the Honchkrow yelled. "You were stopped?!"
"Yes sire," Talon started, his ears ringing, "A figure in black intervened, and succeeded."
The Honchkrow looked thoughtful, then returned his stare to the bruised Talon. "If you value your life as many do, I'm sure you shall make sure this pest doesn't make a habit of this. Understand, Talon?"
"Of course sire." Talon stood up and left, his Fearow on his shoulder.
As soon as the door closed, the Honchkrow threw a berry to his Honchkrow, named Lucifer. The bird gulped the berry down, and flew to it's master.
"It seems we have an enemy my pet," the Honchkrow said, petting Lucifer. "An enemy which has no idea what they are facing." In his hand he studied the one thing Talon had brought back. A Weavile feather.
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The next few weeks, every raid was stopped. Men came back, black and blue from the attacks. Even when they split up, the human would stop one or two groups, and his Weavile would do the same. Each time, the price on his head rose. The Honchkrow soon realised he'd underestimated his new foe, who now seemed unstoppable. The hero of Malum was winning the battle, but the war had just begun...
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(Sorry it's short. I'll try to make the next one bigger.)

[cowmoo83]

I's just gonna' need this clarified... are the rulers humans who can talk to pokemon or are the rulers pokemon who have pokemon as pets... It seems weird for a honchkrow to have its own species as a pet...

Can't wait for the next part!

[XD001]

It's the Pokemon world a few years in the past. Medieval if you will. But The Honchkrow is a man, but has been given the name because he acts like one. To save confusion I decided his Honchkrow should be called Lucifer, a nickname.

[cowmoo83]

okay, thanks for the clarification!

[Psychic4Life]

Another great fanfic XD001, keep writing this one too please! lol :)
Stay cool :cool:
Psy

[Krispy]

Ooh, intriguing story so far! I really like the character development and the names. Very original. I am excited to read more!

[XD001]

Fine, I'll finish this story. But I really want to start a "Farm Origin" story.

[XD001]

The Honchkrow and The Weavile





Part Four: Visitor



Violet sighed. She was out in the garden, and her hopes of it lifting her spirit had been dashed. Her uncle's tower stood tall like an ugly, giant weed, stealing life from everything else around it. Her uncle at this moment was sleeping on the throne. Violet simply was disgusted when she crept past him to get outside.
"Princess Violet, I believe you're not allowed outside?" said a new voice suddenly.
Violet spun on her heels fearing one of the idiot guards had seen her. But instead she saw the Weavile.
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Again, short. Sorry.