You bask in your majestic beauty. There is no other pokemon that can overthrow you. No one to tell you what to do. You were your own boss, and your word was law. You are a divine.
As you spend your first glorious day, you start to learn a thing or two about pokemon. For one, they did, in fact, communicate intelligently. Gosh, you never knew that. Second of all, they had their own kingdoms.
There was four land kingdoms, eight sky kingdoms, and five sea kingdoms. You, as it seemed, ruled all mountain realms.
And another thing you learned, some of these kingdoms weren't so friendly.
"My lord, I come with word from the Lake kingdom," a Sandslash said to you, somewhat in a panic "they want to extend their territory over this mountain range, particularly in the crater. They have given us one day to clear out and surrender before they press on with their plans!" The Sandslash looks at you fearfully, as if you would smash his skull in just for the mention.
But in order to be a good king, you must defend your kingdom. That said, you simply cannot allow others to meddle with the peace of your mountain range.
"Thank you...er..." you start. "...Kimble, my lord." he finishes for you. "Uh, yes, thank you Kimble" you say stupidly.
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