Rated 14A (or PG-13) - Violence and gore, language, some mature themes, and sexual innuendo.
Genre- Action/Adventure, Drama, Suspense, Character Drama.
You probably already know this but I still have to say:
“Example” is for humans and pokemon speaking their native tongues.
“<Example>” is for Pokemon-speech translated into English.
“Example” is for people/pokemon in thought.
"---------" is a time skip transition.
"=======" is a flashback transition... I think. Usually.
Spoiler:- Awards 'n' stuff:
0.Prologue (1st Rewrite)
1.The Launch of a Journey (1st Rewrite)
2.The Roots of a Friendship (1st Rewrite)
3.Retributions (1st Rewrite)
4.The Revival of a Friendship (1st Rewrite)
5.To Leave the Nest (1st Rewrite)
6.And This is What You Get... (1st Rewrite)
7.On a Wing and a Prayer (1st Rewrite)
8.A Head as Hard as Rock (1st Rewrite)
9.The Breaking Point---(Continued)
10.Nobody Said it was Easy---(Continued)
11.Now Isn't Forever---(Continued)
12.Home is Where the Heart Is
15.Shock and Terror---(Continued)
16.Exile: Part 1
16. Exile: Part 2
17. Truth or Reconciliation
18.Cutting to the Chase
20.Shock of the Lightning
24.Lost and Found---(Continued)
27.The Meteor Stratagem
BladedScizor ; blaziken33 ; elyvorg ; Brumrha ; Last Disaster
MayfanXD ; Maze ; Air Dragon ; bobandbill ; Manaphyman
Luphinid Silnaek ; fishyfool ; SnoringFrog ; Ultimatallic ; Slipomatic
SamuraiDragon1 ; Kinger810 ; Lolitar ; Chimpchar ; lloyd094
Drippy Miltank ; BWfan ; Resident evil
Disclaimer/Author’s Notes Below (Don't bother reading them.)
The prologue is much, much shorter than my usual chapters, since it's only here to set the mood and anticipation for the story. Oh and I know I'm not supposed to call the Prologue "Prologue" but I wanted to put it there for formality. Once I post the first few chapters, the prologue will seem more in place.
Everything was a dark green and brown blur in my eyes. The colours moved around frantically; I was unable to focus while I sprinted. All that I focused on was running away. I ran through the eerie, misty forest, bounding over roots and branches. There were few beams of light trying to enter the forest, clearly seen in the haze.
I didn’t know what I was running from but I knew that I had to run. I knew I was being chased, I could sense it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see what appeared to be a moving shape- perhaps a figure- running beside me. It blended in with the forest but had a blur of red moving on it as it ran by my side, like there was a piece of the forest running with me. The red was the only way that I knew that it wasn’t part of the underbrush.
The underbrush that I dashed in became denser. I felt myself trip over a hard, unwavering root and fall face first into the bushes and grass. I lay in the ground, expecting the worst. When it didn’t arrive I tried to get up and move forward, but my legs wouldn’t let me. I used my right arm to try and crawl forward.
The dim figure in front of me extended its hand. I tried to reach it and grab it but I couldn’t reach. I looked up and saw a beautiful, almost angelic, shape of a girl I knew beside the figure. Behind them shined a blinding light. The girl had brown-red hair and smooth, natural skin. She smiled sweetly at me with an innocent yet beautiful face. I tried to grab for them but the two continued to be forever out of my reach. I tried to get up again but my legs were limp causing me to fall back to the ground. I moved forwards using only my hands to drag the rest of my body.
I heard whispers and high, raspy shrieks of the unknown creature echoing. They boomed through the forest… but I knew they were only getting closer to me. They gradually grew louder and I struggled, helpless.
I looked down at my left arm and saw a gigantic gash appear down my bicep. The flesh was completely ripped. I could see the grisly insides: still pumping veins and arteries, muscles which quivered in contraction, and exposed tissues. The arm stung with a cold numbness, but surprisingly no pain. I was horrified by the grizzly sight; I could feel every muscle in my chest constrict in fear.
“Oh, Arceus…my arm… its insides…" I thought in terror.
I felt as if I should vomit but I couldn’t. IT… did this! I was sure that the next strike would kill me.
The echoing of screeches all around flooded into my ears once more. I saw the glint of a metal blade in the very corner of my eye.
This is it.
Pain. A horrible, piercing pain was felt in my head. It was Not the dull pain of a headache, but more like someone… or something, slashed me in the head. All I then saw, seconds after, was a blinding light and a neutral sense of purgatory.
All I saw was white.