Categories > Anime/Manga > Pokemon > Lucian, M.D.
Chapter 73
I woke up and yawned. I looked around. All the Floatzel were still asleep. I looked at Cynthia. “Hey Cynthers...,” I whispered.
“Hmm?” She opened one eye.
“Should we tell them that we’re ready to go find Jirachi?”
She stretched and groaned a little. “Good idea.” She smiled and nudged me.
“OK, think I’m awake now,” I said sarcastically. I got up.
“Ah... our good Leader is awake and so is his he-she,” Merick saw that we were awake.
“Umm... my name is Thekla, remember? I don’t deserve the name he-she...”
“And my name isn’t Leader, it’s Nicu...”
“OK! I’m sorry... forgot...,” he scratched his head. “Are you ready to go?” He asked.
“Yes!” We both said.
“I do have to take a piss...,” I hesitated.
“Yeah... me too... I’m also hungry... too,” she shrugged.
“Do you have any food?” I shrugged as well.
“Yes... let me get you some,” he walked off. I winked at Cynthia and kissed her deeply. She did the same to me back.
“Wow... that felt good,” she grinned. “If only we could go all the way,” she winked.
“With everyone watching? With you having... ahem? You know what I mean... I wish we could... but it would be a bit awkward...”
“I know... we’re all alone in the mountains... after we get our wish granted,” she winked. “We can go all the way,” she kissed me deeply.
“I can see where you are getting at...,” I winked. “Hmm... your breath smells vaguely of fish...”
“So does yours,” she winked back.
“Here you go!” Merick interrupted our reviere.
“Thank you!” We both said. The food appeared to be fish.
“Sushi?” I furrowed my brow. “I suppose it’s OK... I’ve never had it do to the risk of tapeworms and bacteria. But who says I couldn’t eat it?”
“I guess I’ll try it...,” she sighed and shrugged. I picked up the piece of the fish and ate it.
“Hey... tastes pretty good!” I grinned. She did the same thing.
“Hey... it does!” She nodded.
“I wouldn’t eat it everyday though,” I winked.
“Yeah,” she chuckled and we continued to eat more.
“Wow... I’m full...,” I gasped.
“Shall we go?” She got up slowly.
“Yes!” I nodded. “Where’s Cadeyrn per chance?”
“You called?” Cadeyrn came trotting up next to us. We looked at him and smiled. He both patted him. He grabbed our shirts and lifted us up. He neighed proudly.
“Shall I come along?” Merick asked.
“If you want to,” I smiled. “Hop on Merick!”
“Alright!” He jumped on to Cadeyrn. “Glassia, I want you to take care of my People, alright?” He asked the Glaceon.
“Yes sir!” Glassia replied and bowed.
“Goodbye!” All of us said in unison. We returned all of our Pokemon.
“He-ya!” I kicked his side and he began to gallop off and out of the cave. We just watched the scenery without saying much.
“Hey Cynthia, remember when we used to test each other by reciting poetry?” I said a few hours later.
“Yes! We have not done that in like 6 years or more!”
“I know! What poem would you like us to do?”
“The Road Not Taken?” She smiled.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth,” I smiled back.
“Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,” she recited.
“And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back,” I said and grinned.
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference,” she grinned back.
“Excellent!” Cadeyrn said. “So some more!”
“Cynthers, how about The Tyger?”
“Yes!” She nodded. “Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night :
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
“In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?”
“And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?”
“What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?” I winked.
“When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears :
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?” She winked back.
“Tyger, Tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night :
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?” I smiled.
“Well done!” Merick said sleepily.
“Want us to do another one?” I asked.
“If you want to,” Cadeyrn replied.
“How about The Eagle?” She asked.
“He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands,” I smiled and looked up at the sky.
“The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls,” she looked up, too.
“Oh! I know a good one!” Cadeyrn said. “The Raven is an amazing poem!”
“Hmm... I love that poem, but isn’t a bit too long?” I furrowed my brow and looked at him.
“Yeah... he’s right... it is...,” she looked at me.
“It’s eighteen paragraphs or whatever they’re called, I forgot,” I sighed.
“Stanzas?”
“Oh yes! Thank you Cynthers.”
“Hmm... Annabel Lee is an amazing poem,” Cadeyrn suggested.
“If I can remember how it goes...,” I had to think for a minute. “It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.”
“I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love —
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me,” she nudged me.
“Oh yes...,” I started to remember the whole thing. “And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.”
“The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me —
Yes! — that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee,” she looked at me.
“But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we —
Of many far wiser than we —
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:”
“For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea,” she sighed.
“Yes!! Amazing!” He neighed. “My previous trainer used to recite that all the time, became my favourite poem.”
“I love it... awesome poem...,” I sighed. “Reminds me of someone I love,” I winked.
“Hehe,” she giggled.
“Can we stop? Getting a little tired of walking,” he said.
“Go ahead,” she smiled.
“Be my guest,” I smiled. He stopped walking and we rested near a lake. Merick was sound asleep.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
A/N:
Allusions/references:
"Annabel Lee"/"The Raven" - Edgar Allan Poe
"The Eagle" - Alfred, Lord Tennyson
"The Road Not Taken" - Robert Frost
"The Tyger" - William Blake
I woke up and yawned. I looked around. All the Floatzel were still asleep. I looked at Cynthia. “Hey Cynthers...,” I whispered.
“Hmm?” She opened one eye.
“Should we tell them that we’re ready to go find Jirachi?”
She stretched and groaned a little. “Good idea.” She smiled and nudged me.
“OK, think I’m awake now,” I said sarcastically. I got up.
“Ah... our good Leader is awake and so is his he-she,” Merick saw that we were awake.
“Umm... my name is Thekla, remember? I don’t deserve the name he-she...”
“And my name isn’t Leader, it’s Nicu...”
“OK! I’m sorry... forgot...,” he scratched his head. “Are you ready to go?” He asked.
“Yes!” We both said.
“I do have to take a piss...,” I hesitated.
“Yeah... me too... I’m also hungry... too,” she shrugged.
“Do you have any food?” I shrugged as well.
“Yes... let me get you some,” he walked off. I winked at Cynthia and kissed her deeply. She did the same to me back.
“Wow... that felt good,” she grinned. “If only we could go all the way,” she winked.
“With everyone watching? With you having... ahem? You know what I mean... I wish we could... but it would be a bit awkward...”
“I know... we’re all alone in the mountains... after we get our wish granted,” she winked. “We can go all the way,” she kissed me deeply.
“I can see where you are getting at...,” I winked. “Hmm... your breath smells vaguely of fish...”
“So does yours,” she winked back.
“Here you go!” Merick interrupted our reviere.
“Thank you!” We both said. The food appeared to be fish.
“Sushi?” I furrowed my brow. “I suppose it’s OK... I’ve never had it do to the risk of tapeworms and bacteria. But who says I couldn’t eat it?”
“I guess I’ll try it...,” she sighed and shrugged. I picked up the piece of the fish and ate it.
“Hey... tastes pretty good!” I grinned. She did the same thing.
“Hey... it does!” She nodded.
“I wouldn’t eat it everyday though,” I winked.
“Yeah,” she chuckled and we continued to eat more.
“Wow... I’m full...,” I gasped.
“Shall we go?” She got up slowly.
“Yes!” I nodded. “Where’s Cadeyrn per chance?”
“You called?” Cadeyrn came trotting up next to us. We looked at him and smiled. He both patted him. He grabbed our shirts and lifted us up. He neighed proudly.
“Shall I come along?” Merick asked.
“If you want to,” I smiled. “Hop on Merick!”
“Alright!” He jumped on to Cadeyrn. “Glassia, I want you to take care of my People, alright?” He asked the Glaceon.
“Yes sir!” Glassia replied and bowed.
“Goodbye!” All of us said in unison. We returned all of our Pokemon.
“He-ya!” I kicked his side and he began to gallop off and out of the cave. We just watched the scenery without saying much.
“Hey Cynthia, remember when we used to test each other by reciting poetry?” I said a few hours later.
“Yes! We have not done that in like 6 years or more!”
“I know! What poem would you like us to do?”
“The Road Not Taken?” She smiled.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth,” I smiled back.
“Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,” she recited.
“And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back,” I said and grinned.
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference,” she grinned back.
“Excellent!” Cadeyrn said. “So some more!”
“Cynthers, how about The Tyger?”
“Yes!” She nodded. “Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night :
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
“In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?”
“And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?”
“What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?” I winked.
“When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears :
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?” She winked back.
“Tyger, Tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night :
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?” I smiled.
“Well done!” Merick said sleepily.
“Want us to do another one?” I asked.
“If you want to,” Cadeyrn replied.
“How about The Eagle?” She asked.
“He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands,” I smiled and looked up at the sky.
“The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls,” she looked up, too.
“Oh! I know a good one!” Cadeyrn said. “The Raven is an amazing poem!”
“Hmm... I love that poem, but isn’t a bit too long?” I furrowed my brow and looked at him.
“Yeah... he’s right... it is...,” she looked at me.
“It’s eighteen paragraphs or whatever they’re called, I forgot,” I sighed.
“Stanzas?”
“Oh yes! Thank you Cynthers.”
“Hmm... Annabel Lee is an amazing poem,” Cadeyrn suggested.
“If I can remember how it goes...,” I had to think for a minute. “It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.”
“I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love —
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me,” she nudged me.
“Oh yes...,” I started to remember the whole thing. “And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.”
“The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me —
Yes! — that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee,” she looked at me.
“But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we —
Of many far wiser than we —
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:”
“For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea,” she sighed.
“Yes!! Amazing!” He neighed. “My previous trainer used to recite that all the time, became my favourite poem.”
“I love it... awesome poem...,” I sighed. “Reminds me of someone I love,” I winked.
“Hehe,” she giggled.
“Can we stop? Getting a little tired of walking,” he said.
“Go ahead,” she smiled.
“Be my guest,” I smiled. He stopped walking and we rested near a lake. Merick was sound asleep.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
A/N:
Allusions/references:
"Annabel Lee"/"The Raven" - Edgar Allan Poe
"The Eagle" - Alfred, Lord Tennyson
"The Road Not Taken" - Robert Frost
"The Tyger" - William Blake
Sign up to rate and review this story