Antica poesia

The fieldlands rush by underhoof as Wyrdeer carries me astride— Companions of mine run with us and Pokémon dash alongside. We come to stand where wind had swept and old days play before my eyes... The memories come running through, linking this place to times gone by. Time and space here blend together and enfold my heart as I remember.

The flow of time never stops... The past, future, and present... Space is ever-expanding dimensions... Our spirits, too, are as space...

Once there was a god of field, and once there was a god of spring. Upon Hisui's winds it wheeled, brough life to every growing thing. 'Where go you when you are not here?' asked I one day the god of spring. No answer would it give me clear, but still did I have an inkling. There is no great dark truth untold— it simply does not like the cold.

When first this land was formed, man and 'mon lived happily, sharing all that they could see, by kind acts born and warmed. One Pokémon then proposed that they should always ready be to help humans should they need, and let their presence be disclosed. And that is why, to this day, not all Pokémon do flee when a human they do see— they leap out where tall grasses sway.

Once there were two. And one looked upon time's steady pace. And one looked upon the expanse of space. And the two set out: the fullness of the future they did seek, the world's far end would they greet. Two different paths— each walking alone a path their own, though they walk with almighty Sinnoh.

O you, who at the world's far-off end dwell, I know your wish—it is my wish as well. My own beloved is now gone from me, departed to a place I cannot reach. My old companions have left me behind, their faces faded into days gone by. Still to my breast I clutch this hopeless dream, a futile wish for us once more to meet. Oh you, who at the world's far-off end dwell I know your wish—it is my wish as well. But ours are cold and endless winter days, warmed only by memories locked away.

I set the bones of Pokémon adrift upon the river. I let my memories flow on, adrift upon the river. And to the ocean they will flow, perhaps around the world they go. How many bones in days now gone have I now set adrift from me? How many bones in days to come will I yet set adrift to sea? While every gift with which I part takes a sliver of my heart.

Sootfoot, humble root—harvest it, and peel it. Broiled, banked, or steamed will do, just let nobody steal it. Mash the root, then knead the mash, then once more heat it over— Grill it only till it browns— use Ember, not Flamethrower. Now harken well, and listen closely: the wise adore potato mochi. A day spent eating all in reach, is no day wasted, if you ask me.

No claws nor fangs, no strength to claim— no man could hope to hold his own to mighty Pokémon. But bolts of light rained down one day, ten times they fell, ten times struck true upon ten Pokémon. Then to weak man did these ten turn, his strength to be, and all were blessed by loyal Pokémon. Were not these bolts a gift to man? Were they not your almighty grace, great Sinnoh, paragon?

Ten Pokémon, the ancient hero's loyal retinue— though these companions now are gone, their noble duty passes on to generations new. The people thank the ten descendants for their gen'rous toil by lining vessels built to last with water clear and choice repast before the arenas' soil.

Long a longer yet ago, Celestica was here. But folk and town alike, both did disappear. In time, came new folk sailing, sailing 'cross the sea, called by their love for Sinnoh, great and almighty. But diff'rent were the Sinnoh that each folk did hold dear, And bitter strife and angry war were always at the near. 'Celestica' they called themselves, the name not theirs to take. Yet claim it from the past they did, for tragic quarrel's sake. So once again did our name live, though all our people gone. But even if the name endures, its heart does not live on.

Twas long ago he earned the name 'hero'... He led his retinue, ten Pokémon, against the almighty unknowable. In battle did his valiance proclaim at last the strength of humble humankind. The great unknowable approved this feat, and to its domain of no place returned.

Throughout Hisui, plates lie scattered— plates with powers all diverse. Forever lasting, each inscribred with eternal prayer's verse. Through space and time they will bear secret wishes for the universe.

'Let our wishes reach heaven's crown,' the people together vowed. So they and their Pokémon bore stone to the peak of heaven's mount. The people carved and gathered stones in shapes of Pokémon— the ten Pokémon that Sinnoh shone its almighty light upon.

Heaven's crown, nearest to almighty Sinnoh... Power of almighty Sinnoh, gather as stone at heaven's mount. Stone, let your power flow— distort and bend the world around you.

Offer only friendship to those around you. Angering ??? in turn confounds you. Sorrowing ??? will in woe drown you. A land, once riven, cannot become new. Let only peace and amity surround you.

When that Pokémon was born, intelligence bloomed among us, enriching all our morrows. When that Pokémon was born, emotions bloomed among us, giving us joy and sorrows. When that Pokémon was born, willpower bloomed among us to act and not to wallow.

O, lake in alabaster lands of ice, lake brimming o'er with rich acuity... How many seek the Pokémon that shows itself there, out to answer its words true and earn its boon through ingenuity? But should they fail to understand its words and let its questions meet with reply, their minds will be wiped clean of memory... O, lake in alabaster lands of ice, depths where rich acuity goes to sink.

Wintry... Austere... Brimming with strange power... Certainly the land of Hisui bears some resemblance to Sinjoh. Here, where the ancient Sinnoh people were born, I will spend an eternity... until the one with the mission appears.

Once it shone upon us all, with all the warmth of welcome sun. But now we weep, to grief we fall, starved of light now it has gone. And some they go, despair withal, in search of it they reel and run. They quit their hearths, abandoned hall, and leave our lands to be undone. And when they're gone beyond recall, this land will be a home to none. This land will only ever be a home to Pokémon.