With Black in Her Hands (Pokemon Game-verse; Hilda)

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With Black in Her Hands
Pokemon Game-verse; Hilda

Notes: I normally don't write like this. I feel like I'm summarizing events I think should happen, but it doesn't work right and it runs on quite a while. No spoilers for BW2 because I haven't played those yet.

written for pokeprompts's July/August 2012 challenge, with Black (dominating, ashes, unreadable, 1+1=?, crows) as prompt.

-- With Black in Her Hands Pokemon Game-verse; Hilda -- Everyone says pokemon are magical. When Hilda first looks at her choice of Snivy, Tepig, and Oshawott, she feels underwhelmed. They look interesting enough, bright contrasts of green, red and blue, but they aren't magical. There's not much of a choice when she chooses Oshawott, because out of the three, water's her best element, and she knows strength when she sees it. Her friends give their pokemon nicknames. She doesn't, because names have power, and she's not trained enough to give a proper name to another. Her mother would want her to fit in, ignore the rules stated in the books she gave her, but Hilda knows her friends wouldn't be suspicious of this. They've known her too long to spot the oddities of her action, and others will know too less about her to judge. When she tells her mother she's leaving home, her mother gives her three feathers. Hilda touches them, and she feels the power, quiet and powerful like the evening twilight. Honchkrow feathers, her mother explains, describing the foreign species to Hilda. Similar to Mandibuzz feathers, but different, first because Honchkrows have more records of attacking humans and mainly because Honchkrows evolve from the power of the Dusk Stone. These feathers are even more different, because her mother gathered them herself, using the proper techniques after a Honchkrow willingly granted her the feathers. When she first meets N, she's almost excited at the traces of magic she feels. But a closer look and she's disappointed, because whatever magic it is, it's nothing real, nothing solid, and it's not what she set out on a journey to find. Then she wins her first gym badge and she thinks maybe, just maybe, she can understand why people think pokemon are magical. They aren't, but there's a different sort of excitement and energy involved in pokemon battles. She tries harnessing the power, charging it into another source, but it doesn't work, and the only thing that follows is her mother's warning. Her mother travels to her current location, leaving home for the first time in years, to warn her that others have been destroyed because they tried the same thing and failed. Traveling with Cheren and Bianca, she gets used to pokemon battles and Oshawott grows stronger, but it's not the sort of power she's searching for. When it gets cold at night and she can't find a place to stay, she finds Pidove feathers and holds them in her palm. It's not really enough, Tranquill feathers would have worked at least a little better, but without proper emblems and better options Hilda uses what she can gets her hands on. Bianca comments on it, wondering if she should buy Hilda a thicker jacket as a gift if Hilda insists on not carrying a sleeping bag, but nothing more comes out of it when Hilda remains well and healthy after more nights in the wild. N appears before her again, ranting about the world and saving pokemon, and she thinks he might be crazy. She finds herself annoyed because in this world where pokemon is the most magical thing most people will ever see, he might have been one of the few to look at more, but of course he talks about liberating pokemon because what are people but normal, boring creatures anyway. She challenges her second gym, and Dewott takes care of it, but Team Plasma intervenes and she finds herself running errands for gym leaders. At some point, she decides that she's ready for another team member, and she sets a circle of Sewaddle leaves she gathered, enforcing the importance of free will in the lines. A Venipede walks straight into the circle and taps against the pokeball she laid in the middle. Then Hilda arrives at Castelia City, and she hates it. There are criss-crossing signs all over, and she has to be mistaken when she sees magic in dirty dry gum and still-burning cigarette butts on the ground. There's too many people, and it's overwhelming her, covering her senses while overloading them at the same time, and she leaves the moment she wins the badge from Burgh. Out in the routes between Castelia and Nimbasa, she battles both Bianca and Cheren. Bianca's team is less trained, and Hilda leaves most of the fighting to Dewott, but Cheren talks about training seriously and actually plans strategies. Hilda shrugs it off and decides she doesn't mind losing for once if Cheren would stop talking about becoming stronger when he doesn't even know what he wants to get stronger at. She doesn't care about winning as much, but Whirlipede does, and she's surprised when Whirlipede sneaks in a Poison Tail, poisoning Cheren's Servine, and withstands enough hits until Servine tires out. She goes deep into the desert until she reaches Desert Resort. She feels power in the sand, and something more beyond that, concentrated and mysterious and old. She searches for the source, dumping sand out of her shoes and scratching sand off her skin. She feels sand clawing into her skin, nibbling against her until they draw blood, and that's when she sees the Relic Castle. She walks in, feeling like she has no choice at all, and the sand takes her. Before she notices, she's sinking into the sand, and she heard other travelers talking about this, she should be fine, just relax and she'll reach the bottom, but it doesn't come, she's dropping too far and when she finally slows, it's pitch black where she landed. There's sand everywhere and she crawls, but the sand surrounds her and there's no light, that means there's no way out, she can feel the tears in her eyes and, and. And this place has power. Old magic. She reaches into the left pocket of her shorts, into the inner layer she sewed on, and her fingers touch the edge of a feather. She pulls one out, carefully trying not to ruin its shape even though she can't see. It's not enough, magic isn't meant for acts like this, but no one knows she's here and she can't wait for rescue. Using her nails, she scratches her arm until she draws blood and she makes sure the feather touched at least a droplet. The feather's the destination, the remnants of magic in this place is the source, and her blood will be the conductor. She reaches within herself and lets go. Next thing she knows, she's seeing the back of the Relic Castle from outside, and it hurts. She disinfects her arm first, and the sting takes off some of the pain, but it still hurts. Nimbasa is full of lights just like Castelia, but it's cleaner, and she finally relaxes. She heals, as does her pokemon, and Bianca isn't in a hurry either so they spend some time together. There's an amusement park, but Bianca's more interested in the pokemon musicals, so Hilda visits it alone. She walks in, almost excited, but her smile's wiped away when she sees N again. He talks about his fundamental values as explained by the simplicity of ferris wheels, and she wonders why everyone around her keeps talking so much. Its the first time she's completely alone with him, though, so she takes a chance to really look at him, and she sees a confused young man who believes he's so much smarter than the rest of the world. It's not that different from most teenagers, but he looks too old to be an adolescence, so why is he talking about how he wants to change the world because his dreams are the truth for all living creatures? She also thinks she sees a hint of something else, she's not quite sure what, but she can't perform tests in front of N. The ride ends and N tells her he's the king of Team Plasma. She laughs because seriously, he's like a cliche come true, a complete nutjob evil villain who believes he's right. It's so absurd that all of a sudden Hilda thinks that maybe he is right, that his ideas are so out there that they must be truth. Dewott roars. The Sandile by N's side jumps into battle position, but Dewott just learned Water Pulse and isn't afraid to use it. N calls the Darumaka that leaps out next his friend, and Hilda realizes that the pokemon that follow him, they aren't his, not in the way Dewott and Whirlipede are hers because she has their pokeballs lined in her belt. Wild pokemon dash to defend him, and isn't that just splendid? Of course he thinks he's right, if all wild pokemon are on his side, but she sees Dewott struggling against a Sigilyph for her and N's theory makes no sense. Whirlipede is the one to defeat the Sigilyph, and Dewott might be too tired to battle but his paw presses comfortingly against her leg. The Nimbasa Gym is too much for her current team. She decides N's theory warrants an experiment, and goes back into the desert, not too deep into it, and politely asks a Sandile she meets if it would like to battle for her once. She doesn't understand what it says, but that's only natural, so she uses parts of Whirlipede's shedded shell to confirm the answer. She seals the deal with a promise for spare berries and leads her temporary party into the gym. Elesa's twin Emolgas prove to be troublesome, but Hilda finds the battle easier than she expected with Sandile on her side. Elesa introduces her to Alder, the Unova Champion, after the battle. Cheren greets her with another fight and Sandile continues to listen to her, follows her command for a few measly berries. Hilda feels the eyes of the Unova Champion watching her and she wonders if he knows, if her secret's no longer safe, but the Champion's more interested in a festival and Hilda watches the Driftveil Drawbridge come down undisturbed. When she bids Sandile farewell, she's confused, because she's not sad, not disappointed that a pokemon that fought alongside her is leaving. If a pokemon has no desire to train with a human, she sees no reason to force it, but it feels wrong somehow, like her win against Elesa is a fraud. Never again, then. Hilda decided that as she collects feathers on the Driftveil Drawbridge. She chases Team Plasma in Driftveil and battles the gym leader, all the while feeling out of sorts. She meets N again in Chargestone Cave and hears the threat in his voice. Professor Juniper asks her to observe the Klinks in the cave, and Hilda stares at a hoard of Klinks, chilling in a corner. Perhaps, if she tried catching pokemon the traditional way, things wouldn't be so complicated anymore. She picks a target at random, chipping away it's health, and when she knows it won't resist further she throws an ultra ball. Then she holds the ultra ball in her hand and it's so completely utterly wrong she almost throws up. It's going against her nature, feels man-made even though it's a pokemon, it can't be, maybe it's the pokeball that's giving her erratic signs and she can't look at it straight in the eyes (where are its eyes and why can't she see them?). There are tears in her eyes as she releases the Klink, and she's holding onto Dewott as her lifeline while Whirlipede lies reassuringly against her. Whirlipede rears up protectively when a Ferroseed rolls close. Carefully, she reaches out her hand, and eventually comes in contact with a spike. "Is this what you want?" she asks politely, properly, the right way. There's a dusk ball in her hands and it'll never happen, but she imagines that she hears the Ferroseed whisper, yes. It takes work to forge Ferroseed into her team, to get used to another battle pattern and incorporate it into her flow. Whirlipede evolves in the mean time, and Scolipede stand proudly before her, but the crowning moment comes when she looks on with pride as Ferroseed takes down a Team Plasma member with three pokemon without help from her other pokemon. She knows that she's found her belief when it comes to pokemon. It has little to do with what she set out on this journey for, and has even less to do with N's words. Before leaving Chargestone Cave, N comes to her once again, and she trashes his temporary team so easily she almost feels sorry. Professor Juniper approaches him and they start talking, but Hilda no longer has any interest and leaves. The Mistralton Gym isn't a challenge, either. There isn't anything magical in its residing city either, and she's frustrated, disgruntled because her mother always said magic wasn't dying, there's magic out in the world, but she sees and feels nothing. The stories tell of true power, of conjuration and summoning and, and flight, but none of that is within her reach while she keeps learning more about pokemon battling. Dejected and disillusioned, she reaches Celestial Tower, and everything changes, again. There are people mourning and praying, and then there are the psychics, and then there's the dead. She feels the dead prickling astutely against her, wrapping around her and yet, and yet. Yet it's so easy to shrug them all off. One of the oldest, strongest power sources in the world and they can't even reach her here, in a place for the dead. She looks upon a Lampent, lighting a fire in remembrance for the departed, and she finally names the feeling wrenching against her heart. Despair. She can't find power in this world. For all she knows, there's none. Her kind were meant to disappear, to fade against the vibrant new world and fail against new forms of power. She bites her lips until she draws blood. Then she makes a decision. Very well, fine. If that's the way it is, then she'll gain that power. Clutching Dewott's pokeball, she knows she can. It's a matter of if she wants it or not and oh, how she wants it now. When she walks out of Celestial Tower, it's Samurott's fur she feels between her fingers. Out on route 7, she sees Cheren, who was training in grass bushes as opposed to in the tower. He challenges her, once more, and she bests him again, simple and effectively. Unlikes trainers she meets on the roads, she knows Cheren's team, and although Cheren might know hers he's still far from defeating her. Cheren is confused, wondering why he seeks strength if it's his pokemon that's growing stronger and Hilda chuckles. It's so similar to her own questions but so different, and Cheren will have to find his own answers to the difficult questions their travels asked them of. She meets Brycen, the gym leader of Icirrus, and he tells her about Alder. The returning champion, they call him, and she wonders what he seeked when he left and whether he found it before chaos in Unova demanded his return. Bianca and Cheren finds her while she's toying with a newly gained Freeze Badge in her hands. The Shadow Triad--Team Plasma--do so as well, appearing in a much creepier way. Perhaps the way they conceal themselves isn't entirely just physical skill. They tell her to go to Dragonspiral Tower, but Cheren runs before she starts and Bianca places a hand on Hilda's shoulders, asks if she has to join when she's afraid she doesn't have the strength. Bianca's troubles are wildly different from her own, but Hilda tries to help anyway, telling her it's alright to stay and defend the city instead. There are fallen pillars in Dragonspiral Tower and Hilda knows who is to blame. She climbs the tower, jumping over ramps and using the broken pillars to get higher. The entire tower is a spiral, and she enters a circular room, wrapped around the center pillar. This is another place of power, and someone designed it, built it just right so that power gathers here. She wonders who the architects were, how much they needed to know about their art before building the tower. Tracing a finger against runes on the walls, she lingers, although she knows full well that she should chase after Team Plasma at full speed. She lingers, because a pokemon is watching her, and she greets the Golett. It melts against the tower walls and feels like the tower itself, the same type of power that she's so desperately curious about. It comes with her when she walks up the stairs and comes up with another Team Plasma grunt. She moves upwards until she sees him again. N, standing there pretending he's the king of the world, showing off the massive dragon beside him. "This is Reshiram," he says. "I'm the hero," he adds, like this is some comic book ending where he ends saving the day and Hilda doesn't get her happy ending. He talks like Alder is the only person standing before him, like she's dismissed for her incompetency, and Hilda feels herself burning silently. She watches him fly away on Reshiram, and she knows it's not time to give chase yet. She leaves the tower, and Bianca tells her where her next stop is. It just had to be Relic Castle, of course. Naturally, it had to be the place she was brought down once before, although Professor Juniper (the elder) assured her that workers at the site managed to clear it. And they couldn't have cleared it earlier, or did a better job warning tourists away? It was her own fault, but still. Just. Wonderful. She meets with Cheren, and starts traveling downwards, down and down and down until she feels the darkness grasping at her heart. She holds onto Golett's pokeball to anchor herself, then goes downward once more, until she sees Alder facing Ghetsis, the other...leader of Team Plasma. If N is the boy king of Team Plasma, then Ghetsis might be the shadow minister with all the strings. She doesn't know when she started measuring trainer strengths with her senses, but she looks at Ghetsis and it's worse than when she's facing off N, even Alder the Champion won't stand a chance against the dangerous man. She has neither the defence nor the raw strength to win and it hurts to admit it, hurts to listen to Ghetsis crooning about N and Reshiram and the lost symbol of Zekrom. In Nacrene City, she's entrusted the Dark Stone and the mythological parts of this tale. It's in her nature, and she wants it so bad she can almost believe that the Dark Stone is singing to her when she head back towards route 8, towards Opelucid City where the dragons lie. She comes across the first ace trainer inside the gym and loses spectacularly. She clutches her palm so tight there are pink half-moon marks when she finally lets go, and even Samurott's apologetic keening doesn't sooth her. She pushes Ferrothorn's defenses to the limit, and then even further than that. She mixes a batch that carries Scolipede deeper into battle and she tries to study Scolipede's poison, see if she can use it in other ways, too. Golett evolves unexpectedly and Golurk's punches pack a lot more weight, but even if she defeats another trainer, it's not enough for Iris. She has to be absolutely certain she can defeat Iris before challenging her, because even if she gets lucky, there's still N, standing above her like a predator watching its prey struggle for personal enjoyment. Finding her way into route 10, she trains there for a while, wondering how she will ever be ready the way she is. Her pokemon are wonderful, trustworthy companions no matter where she goes, but it's not enough. Her hands reach into the inner layer of her pockets and touches the remaining two gifts from her mother. Wanting power wouldn't be enough. She's wanted power for a long, long time, ever since she learned that long ago people flew without the help of technology or pokemon, but it's going to have to be more specific than that. A pokemon, then. A step closer to a full team, if there's a pokemon out there ready to answer her call. She unleashes herself and screams with all she has. The feather disappears within her fingers, perhaps blown away by the wind, and she can't have made any sound but she sees quite a few pokemon in the grass fields watching her every move. Beside her leg, a Deino is biting her shoelaces. "Do you want to get stronger, too?" she asks. She almost expects an attack, the pokemon still radiates wilderness, but it merely lays it head down against her leg. She shouldn't be surprised, given the way the pokemon found her, but she senses magic from the Deino and she almost cries. It's hard to imagine how she lonely she felt until now. Maybe it's because she's still sensitive, but she thinks she sees a Vullaby fly by. Something draws her in, and she finds what has to be a Mandibuzz feather. She touches it, and she knows her mother was wrong, it's nothing similar, and she won't be able to use it in anything more than the simplest tricks. Most people don't care about Honchkrows because they come from a different land and typing-wise, Mandibuzzes aren't that much different, but one touch and she knows that all the special qualities she feels in the one feather left in her pocket comes from what the Dusk Stone gave to Honchkrows when they evolve. The dusk itself grants magic, and she wonders about other pokemon that evolve from evolution stones, if they withhold magical qualities, too. Stroking Deino's fur to calm its urge to bite, she thinks, she has to make the last one count then. The newest addition to her team isn't ready for a gym battle, not yet, but she knows she can take down Iris now. The Legend Badge securely in her badge case, she heads towards route 10 once more and this time, heads straight towards Victory Road. She stays there for a week, grinding herself and her pokemon to the limits. Then she takes a rest, a vacation back in Icirrus, allowing her pokemon freedom to roam while she mediates in the Moor of Icirrus. She looks into Samurott's eyes, thinks of all she's been through to reach this point of her journey, and her hand tremors in anticipation. She stands before the gates to the Pokemon League and it isn't what she expected when she set out on her journey, it was more Cheren's dreams than hers, but she's here now and she's ready for it. Scolipede lays down traps and Ferrothorn sets more, holding through till her opponents fall for it. Golurk finds trouble against types effective against it, but it smashes through anything else. Samurott's strength is familiar, comforting to command, as steadfast in battle as the newly evolved Zweilous is new and exciting. It takes every inch of herself to win each battle. The Elite Four members surprise her again and again, and she only has split seconds to think of something to counter the strategies they've had years to accumulate, but she also has her instincts to rely on and it's glorious. Climbing up the stairs to the champion hall, she tries to remember if she ever saw hints of what Alder's team might contain. He flew away on a Druddigon once but it might not be on his final team, and she's pretty certain she didn't know anything else, but she rakes her mind anyway, just in case. She sees Alder, and this is it, the startling moment of truth, but instead of Alder waiting for his next challenger there's N beside him, proclaiming himself as the Champion of Unova. No, she thinks. This is not happening. She has trouble accepting the next few events that happen, a castle appearing from the sand and stairs going through the Pokemon League buildings, and oh, isn't this just magical? It's not even magic but it's so ridiculous and destructive at the same time, it may as well be from the eyes of an ordinary person. Like herself. But because it's not magic, she needs a way of stopping N. N, the one who just defeated Alder, the champion of the entire region. Except he's not Alder. And because he's not Alder, Hilda allows herself a little smile. He might have the dragon Reshiram by his side, but she knows how he battles. He's shown her again and again, when he couldn't help but show off before her, like he wanted someone to stop him. It's almost like he wanted her to stop him and, well, here she is, finally. The six sages of Team Plasma approach, but so do all the gym leaders, and honestly, they're going to leave the fate of the world to a teenage girl? "Maybe it's because they think you're magical," she says to herself, spitting the words out of her mouth. She travels through N's castle, and a Team Plasma grunt shows her to N's room, filled to the brim with toys old and new. No wonder the guy has issues, if he has that much of daddy's money to waste. She pokes at a toy train set and tries out the dartboard because why not? She touches a basketball and oh god, no, she snatches her hand in horror but she already knows what this room does. For a brief second her senses had been blocked from her, and now that she knows it's there she can see it, well placed items in the room to block her out. But this room isn't meant for her, it's N's room, and she needs to know exactly how much time he spends in this room, it's important, vital to everything. For the first time since she met him, she feels pity for N. Finally, at the final floor, she sees him swooping in on his dragon. He taunts her, laughing at how Reshiram chose him while Zekrom avoids her, and that's when the Dark Stone in her backpack starts reacting. Would you, she thinks, and she feels Zekrom answering, roaring in response. Yes, she thinks she hears, yes, for you, always. Zekrom, the deep black pokemon. One final member to her team. N looks at her in bewilderment, but he nods his consent, and they battle. Reshiram fights with its fire, and she lets Zekrom judge the situation by itself, so that it uses it's dragon attributes against its other half. His other pokemon are new, pokemon he's never used in battles against her before, but that much she expected. His Zoroark is the only surprise, shielding itself by illusion, but Scolipede isn't in the mood for jokes and when Zoroark gets hurt, for the first time, she sees regret in N's expression. She tears through his team, keeping her own team just healthy enough. She counts down, and only Samurott and Zekrom is ready for more, but he only has one pokemon left. With Samurott, Archeops is going to be an easy win. Beside N, Zoroark screeches high when N's last pokemon goes down. It continues howling, loud enough that everyone in the castle has to hear it now, and N looks accusingly at her, glowing with distaste. There's a glimmer in his eyes. Startled, she twitches away from him, and comes to the terrifying realization that he knows. She failed to keep the family trade secret. Looking up at N, his expression unreadable, she's suddenly furious. How dare he? She never wanted to go against him and his ridiculous charade to save all the pokemon in the world. She never wanted to challenge his ideals, although she had her own theories against him. But here he came anyway, barging into her journeys, and he destroyed the secret she should've kept with her life? What is he but a boy playing king, given the privilege to rule because he's a useful key to someone else's plans? A boy like him knows nothing about hiding, nothing about being called a witch, he knows nothing at all. "You need help," he says, "it'll kill you." "No, it's killing you," she grits out. "Don't lie, you can feel it too, I don't know how they learned to but they're holding you down." "No," he says, panic in his eyes, and Reshiram the fallen dragon roars into the sky. She feels his magic, thrashing against her, but she's the one who dominates in this domain. She holds him down, trying to pin his inner self back into his own body and that's when it all goes loose, when everything comes pouring out of him. "No!" he shouts, helpless to stop it, and this time he's physically attacking her, his magic still reaching towards her. "They've been using you," she says, forcing him down once more. "You've been holding yourself down more than they could hold down you. But now it's free, and you need to--" It gets harder to talk to him, because his powers are manifesting into physical air torrents blowing them apart (his natural element might be air, Hilda thinks hysterically) and he'll be gone soon if he doesn't learn fast enough. She can't help him if he turns into strands of magic. Grabbing his hand, she shouts, "--Control it!" and this time, she wills it as well, the last Honchkrow feather in her pocket burning into ashes. She takes his magic in, housing it temporarily. Two shares of magic in herself should be nothing, her own feeble magic and his dying one, they should mean nothing together but she feels it, real power, magic, and she flies. Briefly, she sees the scene from miles away into the sky. Back to her body on the ground, she reaches for N's hand, skin on skin, and his magic goes back to him willingly. She couldn't have taken it but oh, how it aches, and why is it that she has to find it here, where it shall never be? "Please," he whispers. He probably doesn't know what he's asking for, but she answers anyway. "Hide it," she says. "You're old enough to do that now. Get pokemon to help you, you're good at that. You'll have to learn how to control it, but if you need help, maybe..." There's no time for the rest of that sentence, because Ghetsis appears, and this is her true enemy, now. N is still confused but he helps her heal her pokemon, and he doesn't say a word when Ghetsis moves towards her aggressively. "Why?" she asks, because she wants to know, because this is important to her, now. It's part of her journey. "The boy had been perfect for my plans, good battle senses and talks to pokemon, imagine that, but he was distracted by toys and trinkets," Ghetsis says. "I had to research ways to stop a boy from looking at the sky for answers. After the first month, pokemon became his everything. Turned out useless in the end, but you, now you're interesting enough, you claim it was magic?" He's not going to try bending magic to use his own use. It's useless anyway, he doesn't have a speck of it in his blood, but she's going to end his dreams once and for all. N's truth, Ghetsis's dream, it all ends here. She's going to win this battle. She has the power to do it, now. The right kind of power. "Magic isn't real," she says. Then she attacks.

Comments

[azalee_calypso]

Oooh, I liked this. The premise and your construction of magic is really interesting; to be honest, there were more than a few clumsy sentences (some parts feeling too much like simple descriptions without bringing anything new) and I think a few grammatical errors, but all this means is that you have room to improve, you must keep writing even more! \O/ And woah, I just physically recoiled in horror at the basket ball thing. And this is because you did such a great job at depicting how important magic is to Hilda. The ending is appropriately epic, I loved the part where she finally unleashes the magic. Well done! :D

[digitalized]

Thanks so much for the detailed comment. ♥

I'm well aware of my limited understanding of the English language, and I'm...er, still working on that. xD It's wonderful to hear that you enjoyed the premise, and it's even better to hear some ways I can work on to improve. Thank you. :D

[rosehiptea]

I really like this -- the mystery of the nature of magic and Hilda being confused and yet determined. And original idea and well done.

[digitalized]

Oh, thank you! Glad to know you thought it was original. :D