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Silence filled the empty home long after the intruders had gone. The window shutters flung open, the door caved in. The table and plates were shattered, the armchairs destroyed, blooming flowers of cotton from their ruptured fabric. From the door and past the living room, the floor was slick with fresh blood. 

Every so often, this horrid vision would play out before Marvin. 

Crying, someone he once loved was struck down and slammed. The children watched on in horror, frozen in place as their young eyes watch on. What else were children to do when their mother couldn't scream for them to run? Her mouth was held shut by a hand made from steel, her teary eyes trying to speak for her. Before their voice could be heard, the floor was already awash with blood. The terrified children stood paralyzed in place, not knowing what to do. Fate decided for them and sent a pair of blades to slit their throats. One and one, and then they stood no more.

She watched on as they fell, laughter came from all around. The iron hand around her mouth grew tighter as her assailant grew more wretched. She was up against the wall now, the force of a strong pair of hands forcing her against it. She knew what was to come next. She didn’t care. Nothing was worth living for now.

When he was done with her, he cast her to the next. Then another, then another, another, and another. Before she could be thrown to the next, she allowed herself to have the last laugh. Casting herself upon the blade of a Scyther, she allowed herself one last look at her fallen children and went to join them in paradise. It wasn’t as painful as she would have thought when the blade entered her abdomen and exited her back. She could hear the intruders moans of despair when their plaything escaped. 

Panting and covered in sweat, Marvin shot up from his bed made from reeds. He gasped and fell back down on his back, relieved that it was over. The visions he had experienced countless times, yet it still managed to hit him like a ton of bricks. He cringed, feeling a jolt of pain rush up from his wounded arm, which he now had in a splint. He turned his head and looked over at the little critter that had caused the ghastly wound.

The Totodile was asleep along with the Charmander, snoozing away on a bed of reeds by the fireplace. The Totodile  had collapsed instantly on the makeshift bed the moment Marvin had presented him before it. Lying by the warmth of the fireplace and comforted by their own bed of reeds, the two young ones seemed completely at peace. Marvin couldn’t get a word out of either of them before they fell asleep.

Rising from his bed and clutching his wounded arm, Marvin could only look upon them with a puzzled expression. These two children, whoever they were, evoked a feeling that simply refused to sit well with him. The well-aged Floatzel had come across many oddities in his long and adventurous life. He had ventured into chasms deep and caves eternal, he had reached the summits of the tallest mountains and braved the fiercest storms, but few things had ever unsettled Marvin this deeply.

The look that Totodile gave  him when it snapped at his arm, it seemed almost feral, like it had no understanding of the world. His emerald green eyes seemed awash with confusion, yet he tried desperately to conceal them behind the snapping of a lethal pair of jaws. Marvin had many questions; ones that he hoped would be answered when the two boys awoke.

Still fatigued from lack of sleep, Marvin waddled over to a nearby pool of water that was at the end of this underground cave he called a home. Marvin’s home was an interesting one, to be sure. A small underground cavern, situated near the bottom of the lake he had found the two children near. At one end of the cavern there was a deep pool of water which was actually part of a flooded cave system that lead out to the depths of the lake itself. His dear and long-time friend, Narda the Lanturn, was able to swim in freely in from the lake and poke her head up from the pool to say hello, or more likely drive Marvin up the wall with her endless banter.

On the other end of the cavern, a rocky set of stone steps lead up to a tunnel. One could use it to climb up to the surface on the land and find themselves close to the shore of the lake. It was rarely ever used. Narda had no use for it, Marvin had little use for it, and it was rare indeed that guests ever came calling.

But the cavern’s most astonishing feature, the feature that Marvin had come to admire and made him take it as his home, were the collations of glowing crystals that were embedded in the rock walls and ceiling of the cavern. Each one shone with the light of a star in the night sky and illuminated the cavern with a glowing splendour of colour.

The thought of even trying to extract one of them to be sold revolted Marvin. He always saw their beauty as being beyond currency. He also enjoyed not having to use flaming torches that would have smoked up the cavern and constantly need replacing and relighting. The smoke from the fireplace, however, always seemed to find ventilation to the surface. Marvin had never explored why that was, his exploration days were long gone. Now, he had but to sit and enjoy the remainder of his life.

Holding his injured arm above the water, Marvin slipped into the pool. The cold early-morning water of the lake bit at him, almost as hard as a certain Totodile. That was only for a split moment, and soon Marvin sighed in relief, feeling the cold water rejuvenate his aging body after a rough night’s sleep.

At that moment, a glowing yellow light began to appear beneath the surface of the pool. It continued to grow progressively brighter until the head of a Lanturn broke the surface of the pool’s waters just before Marvin. He back up a little, bringing his arms up around the edge of the pool to support him from sliding in.

“Morning to ya, Marvin.” Narda chimed, her ever-present smile making his heart warm against the chill of the water. “How’s ya arm doin’?”

The question seemed to irritate him. The pain in his arm reminded him of a time when he was in his prime, young and fit, and wounds like this would be almost healed by the following morning. Now he would be stumbling around like an old fool for a week. “Feck, woman!” he snapped. “It hurts like a son of a-”

“Oh, stop yer complanin’, yer big sook, you!” Narda never did like to hear the complaints of an old fellow. She was younger than him by at least five summers, or was it ten? He couldn’t seem to recall nowadays. But Marvin did know for a fact that he had been old enough to remember when she first hatched.

“Fecks sake, woman!” snapped Marvin. “That Totodile’s a freak, I tell ya. Freak! Ti’ took every ounce of strength in me just to calm him down.”

“Shh! You’ll wake them, ya dammed fool,” Narda hissed.

Both friends looked upon the children in silence.

Narda adjusted her head and used her bulbs to illuminate them better. “They still sleeping, eh’ she observed, “Look at the state of them, Marvin, they must have been traveling far. Tis no wonder why they were perishin’”

“Aye,” Marvin agreed, scratching the back of his head. He continued to observe the children while they slept. They looked so peaceful now, finally at rest. Like any other innocent child.

“How fare’s the Charmander?” Narda asked.

“Lashings better than what he wus doin' oyt dare in dat storm.” He turned to Narda, an anxious look in his eyes. ‘Narda, I tink dare is somethin' wrong wi' dees laddies.’

“How’d ya figure that?”

“What wud two laddies be doin' wanderin' raun in a storm loike dat? No parents, no family. Den they clobber me, de first person they meet.” He lifted his wounded arm before Narda.

Narda seemed just as perplexed as he was, something that she rarely ever was. “I have no idea. Where yer suppose they come from? 'Av yer seen dem raun town?”

“Naw. I ever seen their sort raun anywhere. They’re wearin' armbands de likes av which I 'av never seen.”

Narda nudged forward in her pool, squinting her eyes to get a better look at the Totodile’s band. Her eyes seemed to suddenly widen after a moment. Something must have clicked in that inspiring mind of hers. “Marivin, how far be Prismatic Jungle from ‘ere?”

Marvin took a moment to think. He had occasionally frequented the outskirts of the jungle, and even ventured in slightly. He had never gone in too deep, though. Prismatic Jungle had always had an ominous reputation about it; there were always outlaws, and the mentally deranged that hid within. But in the past decade or so, the jungle had become a place of sheer terror. Nowadays, no one who went in too deep ever came back out, and the ones that did, emerged half mad with fear, screaming stories of monsters in the shadows that tore apart entire exploration teams.

Most of the losses came from his former guild, The Prospectors Guild. It was the only local guild left in these parts of Oat and the old guild master, Carlos the Cinccino, was becoming desperate for some finds in that area. Marvin had always opposed his guild master in every decision that regarded that accursed jungle. As nasty as the thought was, Marvin hoped that Carlos’ age would eventually take him, and that the guild would come under new administration, one that would put its teams to better use and value their lives better.

“It’s ‘bout a full day’s walk, if yer fit enough,’ Marvin finally said to her, answering her question.  “’Ave yer ‘eard somethin’?”

Narda took a moment to ponder upon Marvin’s response. Narda may have only ever been confined to the waters of Oat lake where she had lived her entire life, but that had never stopped her from being the sociable kind. Marvin often wondered if Narda knew everyone there was to know. She was always off talking to couples that strolled by the lake, or convening with her circle of underwater friends to gossip and spread rumour, true or false.

Marvin never looked kindly on the notion of gossip and rumour spreading. But not even he could deny that Narda was a swimming encyclopaedia of knowledge when it came to knowing everything about anyone. The thing he had always found most bewildering was the fact that she was always right about what she knew.

“There’s rumours,” she began, “stories about folk living within the jungle. That there is a group, a small one, which wear strange armbands. Stories say that they are death incarnate, that they have carved out their own territory in the jungle and have slaughtered hundreds who have dared to intrude upon them,”

“Hundreds?” Marvin almost recoiled in shock. Could this have been where the lost teams had vanished to? He had met several of the survivors, not that there were that many to begin with, and he had always heard their maddened rambling of shadows and blaring red eyes. Most of the poor sods never did recover.

Marvin then turned to the two seemingly innocent children that slept on his forfeited bed by the fireplace. Neither of them looked like they could have come from the shadows that terrorised so many, and neither did they have the blaring red eyes that struck fear into the hearts of so many.

For once in his life, Marvin really hoped that Narda was wrong and that these rumours were simply what they were; rumours. Despite his doubts, a fear began to trickle into the back of his mind and he began to wonder what sort of terror he had just brought into his home. To his surprise, the visions of his nightmares came to mind. The last time he had brought terror to a place he once called home, it had cost him everything he held dear in this world.

Part 2 of the "This New Life" series. A sequel to the "That Other Life" series. 
An interlude to Tales of Elysium.   

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Following the destruction of their home and the gruesome death of their parents at the hands of a mysterious horror, Vagus the Totodile and his older brother, Mycaelis the Charmander, now find themselves alone, orphaned, and in a world they know nothing of. The two brothers must now confide within each other more than ever as they seek to find a purpose for their unnatural abilities in this new world...and challenge the evil that claimed the lives of their parents.

Sly: A charmander’s tail flame on a dry straw bed; if that logic is good enough for the games, its good enough for this story.

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My greatest desire is to feel loved. 
Despite this, my advances are shoved.
They desire another man, one that they follow,
who has naught but brawn and a mind that rings hollow.

What have I done to be put in this state?
Am I someone who inspires nothing but hate?
Or is it because they think me a bore,
finding no muse in the antics of a whore?

Perhaps my desires are something too much,
these women today seem so out of touch. 
Once creatures of virtue, they are all but dead,
instead now they are creatures of dread.

Forever harping and forever whoring,
not caring for who they are adoring.
Save long as their muscles are strong a ripped,
and their manhood lengthy to be licked and gripped.

Yet here I sit saying they are to blame,
when it is myself at fault for being so lame.
Most would say that I have no game,
tis true, I have none to my name.

For them, I have always tried hard to change,
but I become something so odd and strange.
I become a person I was never meant to be,
a person I dislike, and isn’t me.

They say I will find one who’s alike,
a soul mate in this world so perfect and right.
I’m better off looking for a needle in the ocean
than entertaining this silly notion.

And so I sit here wallowing in sadness,
alone, alone in this world of blackness.
This life for me is what I must endure.
For a romantic failure, there is no cure.

A Romantic Failure
Figured I'd give some poetry a go. Never have written much of the stuff. 

PMDe Birthday Collabortation

Journal Entry: Sun Feb 10, 2013, 2:50 AM

Hey, all. Please go to :iconhaychel:'s journal to see my announcement of our collaboration project with all you fine PMDe peeps.
Take a look at the info and do your best to contribute. Good luck!



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Chao11 Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2015
Heyo! Long time no see! X3

How are you?
slydragoon16 Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, well look what it is. Hello there, how are you? Its certainly been a while. I've been doing fine, just rather busy with life. How about you?
Chao11 Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2015
Hey hey hey~! X3

I'm good but really tired...I just started school today~

Life is always busy...<XD

I'm gonna work really hard this year so I can pass with flying colors~! X3

I've been playing pokemon a lot recently~X3
Riolulover20 Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2015  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Sly I have to you and Haychel are awesome!! I love your stories!!! You guys are great together!!
Krika1119 Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2015
Hey Sly, Haychel told me to come to you for information on the Laconians, also I wanted to ask if I can use the characters in your story in my PMD Stories on The events that take place during my stories will be in between the sort of transitions in your story. Also I was wondering on how you can tell if a Pokémon is a Laconian or not. For me I think it's the eyes since Vagus and Kareena have different eye colors from their species. If I'm wrong, you can correct me. Plus, what are the things that are hunting the Laconians? They definitely seem bloodthirsty.
Witolman Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2015
Your "tales of elysium" story is horrible. I was really positive when I first tried to read it.... WAY too predictable in the least fun to read way. Slydragoon16, you really failed with this. It's as if you tried way too hard to make something EPIC and BIG and COOL and you made something on kindergarten level. Fun parts weren't fun, plot twists weren't really twists beacuse how predictable it all was and epic/cool parts were simply childish in the dumb way. Only reason I read this comic is beacuse of the art. I don't wan't to insult you, but that story is horrible, not worst, but still very bad.

I don't wan't to insult you so how about not blocking me?
Zocario Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
I typically do not get on meddle of things like that but ... I think you've been a little rude ...
Of course, everyone has their tastes, and you have the freedom to not like the story, but come in a person's page and simply say that the story is awful is at least insensitive. And insult someone and then later say it was not an insult does not do what you said ... less rude.

There is something called constructive criticism, which is when the person comes with an open mind and points out the good and bad points, but what I read was you destroying completing an ongoing project ... and believe me, it is VERY demotivating for the person . No matter how many stories you already read and if you are an expert, you have no right to discourage someone with such words ... Don't liked the story? Than just not read the pages to come, that's all.

I did not want to comment on anything here because I'm just a person who reads the story and follows the art of Haychel, but when I saw your comment, I was really ... sad. Beware of words, this have a much greater force than you can imagine.
Haychel Featured By Owner Edited Jun 28, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I understand that everyone has their own opinion and I respect that.

Though, it is rather insulting to just say that a piece of art is downright a failure, don't you think? Not to mention, we're only like 30% through the first volume, possibly out of like 4-5 volumes? How can people already tell that it is predictable? 
Witolman Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2015
Because after seeing one page I know what will happen in the next one, thanks to one dimensional characters. (which is another flaw for me)
Also if 30% of first volume makes me think that way, doesn't it mean that it's a bad start? Who would want to read it after that? I'll try to continue reading it, to see if there's anything interesting later, but I don't think so.

(english is not my native language)
Haychel Featured By Owner Edited Jun 29, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
You probably should read more comics and manga, then. 

If a page doesn't relate to what happened to the previous page at all, that is called broken linkage. Should the story make sense and flow well, the next page should suggest so accordingly. Then again, if you're looking for surprise for every single page or pure shock value, I don't think our comic is for you.

I'm not sure what your definition of "bad start" is either. As I've said, this is like 30% of the first volume of possibly 5, which is like 6% of the whole series. ANY comic at this stage is backstory or laying out characters. If you think that you've seen the end of all the characters, you're more than wrong and extremely shortsighted.

Our dedicated audience might also beg to differ from your extra harsh opinions, as most of them are enjoying what we can offer. Not to mention, this is a free webcomic that we decide to share with all of you, made in our spare time.

Overall, I simply think you might just be looking for the wrong things from our comic. I at least thank you, to have read most of it so far.
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