Evolution is a battle.
Something has to lose.
My name is elyvorg, and this is my first foray into the realms of fanfiction writing. I'm hoping that the concept for the plot of this fic is something quite original, but I'm not sure and I'm not one to judge. Anyway, feel free to review, and be as harsh as you want; if you don't like it, I'll get over it and improve.
This fic is rated PG13 for possible violence and possible mild language. To be honest though, it's just for safety as I don't know how much violence or how much language warrants a higher rating. Oh, and I don't own Pokemon, just in case anyone wanted to sue me or something.
[ Dragonfree ; Griff4815 ; Becoming ; Noheart ]
[ Darkfall ; Altissimo ; Glaceon2000 ]
Prologue (this post)
Chapter 1: Interruption
Chapter 2: Life Changing
Chapter 3: Friend or Foe?
Chapter 4: Intrusion
Chapter 5: Lost and Found
Chapter 6: Aftermath
Chapter 7: Fiery Passion
Chapter 8: Unrequited Rivalry
Chapter 9: Head in the Sand
Chapter 10: Greed
Chapter 11: Tarnished Bonds
Chapter 12: Turning Soft
Chapter 13: Separate Paths
Chapter 14: Choices
Chapter 15: Hope
Chapter 16: Rest and Recuperation
Chapter 17: Stalkers
Chapter 18: Confrontation
Chapter 19: Human Nature
Chapter 20: Finish Line
Chapter 21: Revelations
Chapter 22: Surrender
Chapter 23: Turnaround
Chapter 24: Resolution
Chapter 25: Pursuit
Chapter 26: Wildest Fantasies
Chapter 27: Trickster
Chapter 28: Hopeless Fight
Chapter 29: Prelude
Chapter 30: Another Perspective
Chapter 31: Escape
Chapter 32: Direction
Chapter 33: Inside
So without further ado, here's the prologue.
There was no hope. She was the last.
She felt the wind rushing through her wings as she soared high above the world. Below her was a rippling ocean, infinitely wide, infinitely deep. Glancing behind her, she saw the forested island which she had grown up on fading into the distance. She was safe. They could not pursue her now.
She could not remember a life before Them. Throughout her childhood and adolescence, They had struck fear into her. Each day she knew not whether she would wake up to find her parents dead, killed by a pointless act of hate. And one dreadful day, she had. They had spared her, for she was a child, so much like Their own children in so many ways. Yet she differed completely from Them now.
As she had grown up, she had noticed fewer and fewer others like her and far more like Them. It was only to be a matter of time before They wiped out her kind completely. She had become increasingly lonely as the years wore on, the number who shared her pain dwindling. Eventually, there came a point where she knew, she simply knew in her heart that she and her mate were the last pair. Then They had come and taken his life. She had recognised one of the killers; he had been her best friend during childhood. But he was one of Them now, as was his fate from the moment he was born.
With her mate, the penultimate one, dead, she was alone.
Bringing herself back from the painful memories, she surveyed the vast expanse of blue below her. None of her kind had ever flown this far out before; they would not have had enough stamina to reach anywhere, or to fly back. But she had no intention of reaching anywhere. She had no intention of flying back. She only wished to escape from the oppression she had been born into and savour her gift of flight one last time. And she knew she would die out here, drowning in the cavernous depths of the ocean. That was the way she wanted it: natural, not brutal and sudden like the death of her mate. Not at the hands of Them.
The great plain of water looked closer now. Her wings were tiring; she was losing height. For the last ever time in her life she marvelled at how exhilarating it was to fly, rushing through the air with no regard for gravity, no limits. The freedom, the incredible feeling of going anywhere she wished, of not being tethered to the ground.
She was so low that she could almost dip her head and taste the salt water. Her exhausted wings strained to beat more, to lift her up so she could fly for just a moment longer. But it was no use. Her power of flight was failing, a power gained upon evolution for her kind.
Evolution, she thought, laughing humourlessly. All of this is evolution’s fault.
With the last of her strength, she powered herself downwards through the water’s surface, sending up a spray of white frothing foam. For a moment that spot was stirred into a frenzy, the liquid bubbling and thrashing about. Then the ripples subsided, leaving the ocean calm, flat and empty once more.