Hello everyone, I'm back and with a new fic too! After a few months of not writing a single word of fanfiction, I've finally realized that writing fanfiction is what kept me so interested in Pokemon. I've written two fics before, but unfortunately, I never got to finishing either. But don't fret, because I guarantee that won't be the fate of my new piece (where have we heard that before?). Third time's the charm though, right? Now, before we get to the fic, there are some things you may want to know about my writing style:
"Text here" <-- These indicate that a person is talking (duh) OR someone is talking telepathically.
Italics <-- Thoughts will be written in italics, no quotes.
"<Text here>" <-- These indicates that a Pokemon is talking in their native tongue. Don't worry, there's an explanation (sort of) as to why humans can understand their language.
********** <-- These indicate a change in setting or that a good amount of time has passed.
Please note that this is not a trainer fic or PMD fic. I guess you could call some aspects of it a journey type, but that's probably the closest you'll get to fitting it in a single genre.
This fic is suitable for readers 13+. This fic may or may not contain the following: blood, descriptive violence, mild swearing, and/or death.
PM List: Lady Myuu;
Am I missing anything else... Oh right, the fic!
Prologue: Peace and Catastrophe
A word used so often, but in truth, is never attained.
However, many have come close. But no matter how close they get, it always ends with the same thing...
It all began in a small, secluded village. There wasn’t anything particularly special about the village; it had dished out maybe one or two decent Pokemon trainers, but nothing more. Nonetheless, this village was chosen to be the place to breaks that fragile thing we call ‘peace’.
A slight cough.
That was the first indication of the upcoming calamity. First a cough, then a sneeze, followed by other signs of a simple common cold. Although many of the villagers had been afflicted with this swift sickness, most dismissed it as something that was just ‘passing by’. Their ignorance would soon cost them their lives. Things began to get odd when the infected started dying in rapid succession. Doctors from across the region raced to solve this mystery while the silent killer spread with every passing second. Little did they know that this was an act of fate and wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. The only thing professionals noticed was the Pokemon seemed to have a complete immunity to the sickness.
A government ordered containment was placed upon the ill-fated village, but it was much too late for that. The virus had already traveled across borders and became a global threat. Scientists of the world pondered on this epidemic and why it didn’t affect any of the Pokemon species. As they worked to find this “immunity gene,” thousands were dying daily. The popular hobby of Pokemon training was seen as the main contributor to the spread of the virus and soon after that, the Leagues of the Pokemon world fell apart. People went wild with terror, some causing even more harm than the virus itself. As towns emptied out, the Pokemon took the opportunity to reclaim the land taken from them, and faced no remorse in defiling the mass graves. This plague continued for the next two and a half years and in that time, almost all of human civilization disappeared. Whoever was left had already abandoned scientific means of an explanation and was desperately praying to their gods for salvation. Unfortunately, for them, salvation never came.
But there was one town on the outskirts of a region once known as Kanto that was left standing. The virus had destroyed all civilization around them and was drawing closer. It soon became clear to many that their gods had no plan to stop this “human cleansing.” But one group still kept faith in their gods; the Pokemon gods. As this group’s religious beliefs grew in popularity among the town, something happened. The virus’ death count dropped and continued to drop until it claimed no more lives. The scientists were baffled by the sudden disappearance but for the townspeople, the answer was clear. It was an act of divine intervention.
The seven original leaders of the religious group were praised and treated like kings, as were their descendants, for bringing an end to the biological massacre. Civilization has slowly been rebuilding itself around the world, but even centuries later, the sacred town remains to be the center of activity. The world seemed to be in long era of peace and tranquility.
But this could not last.
There were others there that opposed the idea of humans worshiping Pokemon gods. In the beginning, they hid from society, fearing the strict rule of the religious leaders. But the time for hiding is over, and a small band of rebels have decided to do something. A band consisting of human and Pokemon alike, both hating the gods for even letting the virus last so long, among other reasons. And so this small band has taken it upon them to reveal the truth to Pokemon and humankind, even if it means taking on the retribution of the gods.
***** End of Prologue *****
A short Prologue as usual. Due to its size, I'll post the first chapter in a few days. Normally, the time between updates will be one to two weeks. And before I forget, this chapter was beta'd by diamondpearl876.