By Little Raichu at bruins@home.com
Way, way back, lived Eltriqus, the young son of Pharoh. Whom Pharoh loved deeply. One day when Eltriqus’ servents, which were order by the Pharoh, were by the creek washing Eltriqus’ clothes, they were interupted by a loud crying sound. They tried to ignore it, but the more they did, the louder the cry became. “Come on now, Fupylggij, we must do something about it!” Uhcakip, one of the younger servants said. “We musn’t. The Pharoh still believes that the dramatic cries will stop once we get used to it.” Fupylggij said as she didn’t believe her words. “Yes, but we must tell Pharoh that the cries are getting louder and louder as we speak!” Uhcakip said dipping Eltriqus’ fine wash towel in the the clear water. “Yes, that is true, but Pharoh’s orders say leave him alone, he could be dangerous for Eltriqus to get into.” Fupyggij said as they heard the loudest cry ever. “I cannot live through this, though. I will soon grow deaf!” Uhcakip complained. “Just hang on! They will go away!” Later, when the all of the palace guards were off duty and Pharoh and all were asleep, the servants crept out of their place because of how annoyed they were of they cries. Well, every servent exept Fupylggij, who refused to go because of her loyalty to Pharoh. All of the servants followed the cries, but then Pohcam, one of the many servants stopped. “What is it?” Sertlom asked curiously. “It stopped!” Pohcam exclaimed. “What stopped?” Sertlom said drawing her face nearer with more couryosity. “The loud cries! They all stopped!” Pohcam said as she tipptoed to a laughing sound. “Now a laughing sound!” Aesroh said with astonishment. “Come, it’s ending here.” Sertlom said hurrying the servants into the large crack on the side of the hill which was quite unfamiliar to them. But Pohcam just sat there waiting on the ledge of the hill fearing that it was not safe. “Why aren’t you coming, Pohcam?” Sertlom asked. “Um...I will be on the look out for any palace guards or anyone which this is not for them to help with.” Pohcam said thinking that’ll do. “Thanks, we will be carful.” Sertlom said with a smile half way across her face. Soon, when Pohcam was tired of waiting, Pohcam heard another laugh come from inside the crack. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek.” Pohcam said to himself. But while Pohcam crept into the crack, a palace guard was awakened by the sound of laughter. He got up and followed his ears, which soon lead him to a nearby mountain. “They have seemed to stop!” The guard said furiously, but then his frown soon turned into a smile as he heard another sound, but this one seemed more sad. “Heh, heh, heh, heh! They sound comes from the crack in the hillside!” The guard said as he ran into the crack. Once Pohcam arrived at a rock in this long hill crack, he stopped to take a rest and take a drink. As Pohcam settled down, he startled by another loud sound of cries. “Why are the cries sadder?” Pohcam asked himself. “Because, the land that he walks is only walked on by himself.” A voice from the other end of the hill answered. “He is lonely? The only reason he has bothered us so is because he was lonely?” Pohcam said with disbelieve. “Why must you phrase it so?” “Who are you anyway?” Pohcam said as a body appeared out of the shadows. “I am Missingno. The sad “creature” that you tell me has bothered you with his loud cries.” Missingno said firmly. “But you cannot be him. For he is much larger!” “But how do you know if you have only seen him in you mind?” Missingno asked with a grin. “You could never make that sound. Anyway, if you could, I can tell you came in contact with someone before, for you speak my language so fine.” Pohcam said doubtfully. “Yes, you are right, but I have heard many speak, but only in anger and I have never really seen another before.” Missingno said as he made the crying sound that followed a lughing sound. “So it is you! Well, how did you get your name?” Pohcam said leaning back on the rock. “Well, I was born into a family but I was lost in a fire at the age of three so I was able to understand barely what was happening but not enough that I knew how dangerous the hot flame of fire was. Despite my careless father, I was lost but when my worried mother asked if I was missing he sadly suggested I was dead. I heard every word that man spoke! For he did not believe anything that was coming out of his dirty mouth! He did not care! He saw me and left me without my loving mother noticing. But when I heard my father speak to my mother I wanted to jumped up and tell them I was alive! But I decided I would rather stay alone on in this hill, than live my dredful, unloving father. I also do love my father, so I now carry the title that he last called me, Missingno. Pohcam did not speak, he only had room for tears.
