Some of you may remember my posting a thread of this same name a few months back. Well, after plenty of brainstorming, I thought of something to do with the story. This is based on the prologue I posted then, with much more thought as to the plot. I decided to write this in order to express two things I love: Medieval Times, and writing Suspense.
This won't seem like a Pokemon fic at first, but I assure you it will in time.
NOTE: This story is rated PG-13 for Violence and some Graphic Elements. You have been warned.
Pokemon and all related characters, locations and the like are copyright Game Freak and Nintendo, yaddah yaddah yaddah. I don't own it, though if I did I'd make a Gold and Silver remake... that is, if the latest clue is the biggest hoax ever.
*Cough* anyways, on with the story:
Prologue: One Lost
Twigs snapped under the boy’s feet as he ran with all the speed and determination his aching body could give. Branches clawed at his face and clothing, ruining the pale gray tunic he wore and snagging in his blond hair. Above his labored breathing he could hear the sounds of his pursuer.
It was getting closer.
His fear became augmented by the thoughts and memories of other victims; their faces would always be completely pale, with a look of sheer agony imprinted upon them. He thought of how they only seemed asleep and dreaming, yet never woke up.
To be Lost to The Faded was death within itself.
Lights flickered between the trees ahead. Hope awoke from its slumber and rose within his chest; he was almost free! The boy squeezed every ounce of energy he could into reaching those lights and the safety of the castle's plantation. The sounds of the Faded One behind him became fainter: he was escaping! Just a little more, that was all he needed—
He felt himself twitching uncontrollably as a wave of electricity swept over him. His body slumped to the ground, unable to move as the gold circlet on his head rolled away. He stared at the night sky through the treetops, his heart hammering against his ribs.
He knew it in his heart of hearts; the end had come for him. The Faded One crouched over him, growling. Beyond the black-and-red tinge the creature’s fur had taken, the boy could faintly make out what was once a splendid pale blue and yellow coat. He remembered how it had once sparkled with static electricity when it was happy, and gave a dull hum when it was angered. The red pupils of its black eyes hid the friendly joy his Manectric once held.
“L-Lester…” The boy barely gasped as a heavy paw pressed on his chest. “Lester, please look in my eyes! Wake up...” His partner gave no sign that it recognized the boy’s voice. It did not even seem to notice he’d said anything. It simply opened its mouth, inhaling with a ragged, foul breath.
Instantly pain racked the boy’s body. He screamed in agony, but his voice was cut short as he lost all control of his body. The last thing his fading vision saw was a red mist trickling from his mouth.
The blond-haired man raced through the castle corridors, his greaves and bracers clinking with each step as two Manectric flanked him, easily keeping pace. The trio turned a corner and jogged up a flight of stairs, bursting through a heavy wooden door into the entry hall.
A tall man with dark, neatly trimmed brown hair and a thin mustache looked up from the stretcher before him. “Captain Rahl,” he acknowledged the blond haired newcomer.
Rahl nodded in return. “Khysler, what news of the king’s…” His voice trailed off as he saw the pale body lying in the stretcher. He stepped forward warily, as though the still form could leap up at any time and strike him down. His eyes stared into the boy’s face, its former confidence and caring now replaced by a grimace of sheer agony.
“We found him just within the edges of the forest. Our trackers traced a path back through the underbrush until we found his escort. They all carried the same fate.” Khysler pointed to four more stretchers set against the far wall.
“Blast…” Rahl muttered. “What of his pet, that Manectric?”
“Wandering aimlessly in the forest. It'd become a Faded One.”
Rahl muttered a small number of curses against the creature. “Does the king know yet?”
Khysler shook his head gravely.
Rahl closed his eyes, fighting back the moisture that had been building in them since first seeing the body. “Very well, I will tell him.” As he turned to leave, he took once last glance at the boy. “Farewell, brother.”
A tear slid down his face.
The sound of the great oaken doors shutting echoed through the hall. King Rahl VII of Sinnoh looked up from the hands clasped in his lap, watching as his Captain of the Guard moved slowly and purposefully across the hall to him. His graying blond hair fell about his face as he looked down, building the courage to receive the inevitable news.
Captain Rahl stopped before the throne, looking into the king’s eyes. “Father… Noah has been…” The tears erupted, and Rahl collapsed before the king’s feet, both men weeping openly. King embraced Captain as the latter barely managed to utter the last of his sentence.