Well here is my newest story, hope you like a peek into Mr. Hauntings class.

Enjoy!

Mr. Haunting @ me
Articians @ me
PCA @ PCA
Pokemon @ Nintendo

PCA: The Legend of the Articians

On a cold winter day in PCA, it was lucky that the students where in the classes where they were supposed to be. That would be if they didn’t cut class. Anyway it was time for Mr. Haunting’s Philosophy class. The Haunting waited patiently for most of his students to enter the room. Once the class was full, he opened his book and gained the class’ attention. “Good morning students. I hope you read Chapter 5 of your books last night. Now can anyone tell me what a legend is?”

A small Pachiristu raised his hand and said as Mr. Haunting called on him. “It is a story that has been passed down through multiple generations.”

Mr. Haunting smiles and nods. “Very good. Now today I am going to tell one of my favorite legends that date from thousands of years ago. Ahem... Well when our world was still….”

Unfortunately he was interrupted by a late student walking in as he sighed and sweat dropped. “Well thank for coming. You at least arrived before I began, so please take your seat quickly so I can begin.” The poor student nodded and quickly took his seat as Mr. Haunting marked the young mon down in his attendance book. “Anyway…..”

“A long time ago, when our world was still young, there was a group of mons who served Arceaus. They made sure that the world that he has created was prosperous and peaceful. They were called the Articians. Yet within the Articians, there a group of mon who envied Arceaus. They believed that he shouldn’t be the only one with that kind of power. In their lust for power they started looking into the dark arts to try to recreate the powers of Arceaus himself. But in their quest for power they have created something they cannot even hope to control…..”

Mr. Haunting paused in his story as he spotted a student texting on her phone during his class. He used Psychic to retrieve the phone from her and looked at her phone and texted “BRB Will see you after class.” Then he walked to his desk and put the phone into the drawer and continued with the lecture. “As I was saying…”

“They have created an entity that was even a creature, it was just pure darkness. It took control of the group’s leader whose heart was filled with wrath that he had to live his life serving Arceaus, envy of his power, lusting for that kind of power, gluttonous for even more, with tremendous greed, who was so proud that he didn’t believe that he had to serve anyone, but he was too sloth to actually try and earn it. The dark entity consumed him and became a monster that may look somewhat like Arceaus but was nothing like the original. It was a huge dark slithering monster that spread darkness everywhere it went. It spewed tentacles out of its back that stabbed other mons but instead of killing them it changed them into its likeness. It changed them into horrible demons that no longer reassembled their former selves. The monster was furthermore called Dark Arceaus. Dark Arceaus and its demons lay waste on the world. The Articians tried with all their might to try to stop Dark Arceaus but in the end they were either killed or turned into demons. The situation became so dire that Arceaus himself had to step in. A great battle took place between Arceaus and Dark Arceaus, but unfortunately Arceaus could not destroy Dark Arceaus. Instead he sealed away its powers into eight small statues carved into the likeness of eight legendary pokemon, Jurachi, Celebi, Manaphy, Mew, Entei, Regice, Lugia, and Hoho. Then he sealed away the weakened beast away, never to be freed again. After undoing the damages of Dark Arceaus, he commanded the Articians to build temples in order to house each statue otherwise known as relics, in eight separate locations of the world. Then he left him in charge of guarding those relics, to make sure that kind of power will never fall in the hands of a mortal again to ensure that Dark Arceaus is never released onto this world again. So the Articians would go on to guard these relics even up to this day.”

Just then the bell rang and class was over. “I believe class is over. But before you go I would like to give you today’s assignment. You are to research a legend and share it with the class in our next class. Now I don’t want any of those campfire stories or something that has been just copied down from a movie. Ok. You are dismissed.”