Write a myth to explain why the leaves change color.

Write a myth to explain why it snows.

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“You thinking?” The older asked, flaxen eyes taking in the dual-champion’s posture. When the other shook, his head to say no, he traced Aleks’ gaze until he saw the silver haired male was watching a golden leaf slowly float to the ground.

“Remember that one story?” The older questioned as the champion shook his head no once more. “The one about Celebi and the leaves. Still no? Well I guess it was a long time ago…”

The great grass type growled as he watched the jolly, and quite round, Charizard barely fly out of the chamber, food in its maw. If it were not for the perfect sunny perfect weather that bastard, Fire-type would not be so…so…so soft!

“Lazy, idiotic…Bast—”

“Enough Sir Venusaur.” Another voice, much older, much superior, echoed through the chamber.

With great effort, the grass-type turned to see his superior, his lord. Celebi.

“Pardon me sire…I was just…” Sir Venusaur started only to see the small Legendary shake its head. Clearly, it had seen what had just occurred and was pardoning him.

“No, I understand and while your language is…vulgar, I agree. They’ve grown quite soft haven’t they? The Pokémon in our Kingdom.” They added with a heavy sigh. “They love the spring, the summer. They love the heat…But they take it for granted.” His Majesty, Celebi, added unknowing voicing out exactly what Sir Venusaur had been thinking.

“And what do you propose we do, your Majesty?” The grass type questioned, once again moving with great effort when his Majesty floated so easily to the window. “We can’t just take their profits…they’d rebel.”

“That I know, but…” King Celebi paused and thought. What could they do? What could they—idea. “Gather all the grass types, every healthy electric type, every healthy ice type, and meet me by the grand oak.” King Celebi calmly ordered, watching as Sir Venusaur moved towards the door with shocking speed. For such a large Pokémon he could sure move rapidly when needed.

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“They are here as ordered.” Sir Venusaur bowed and let his vines reveal a Raichu, the leader of the electric type in the kingdom.

“Zap zap, what’cha need? Heard ya a callin’ we came a runnin’.” Raichu squeaked, watching as the King chuckled.

“Mmm…Quaint…Yes…I need…Ah, but where is the ice type?”

“S-Sorry I’m late!” A young voice called out, dainty feet allowing her to travel through her group to the front. A young Glaceon bowed in front of the King and sat next to the Raichu. “I h-had…”

“No it’s perfectly fine, but…Allow me to ask for your assistance…I need your group to change the weather.”

“Zap zap, can do righteo!”

“Y-Yes your majesty!”

Therefore, King Celebi explained his plan.

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“Perhaps it worked a little too well.” Sir Venusaur commented as he brushed a burnt golden leaf from his forehead along with a small pile of snow that had built of from the Ice type’s blizzards.

“Yes, but…You can see how hard they’re working. Perhaps we should change the weather more often.”

“…Oh.”

“Oh so now you remember!”