Well, here it is, my fanfic. We'll see if I can bear to make this last past the Prologue and first chapter, or if I'll quit and restart or never go on again. I'm aware of the cheesiness and clichéness, but.... I just don't know how to make it better. Please give me your advice, as I need it and will accept anything you tell me. And don't worry, the first chapter is much longer than the prologue. Well, I now present to you....
It was that scent. The scent that drove creatures to a panic and made his soft, white hair rise and his blood-red eyes open wide with terror. He thought he could distinctly make out, on about three mountains away, a dark shapeless mass. He turned his head around, only to see a small village where smoke rose from fires and people scurried about, fulfilling their daily needs. He turned his attention toward the shapeless mass of black again. It would not come for perhaps a few more weeks, but it would come in due time. He once more looked back at the tiny village as his mind was clouded with thoughts and uncertainty.
Humans, he thought disdainfully. They were the creatures that moved from place to place, chopping down trees and moving Pokemon out of their homes. They killed Pokemon in large numbers and dug up the earth of the mountains to re-shape them. They were not to be trusted, nor for any Pokemon to try and associate with. The Pokémon themselves would be all right without his warning, for they were more acutely tuned-in with nature than the humans were. No, the men would need someone to warn them, for they were hopeless on their own. The creature snorted. He looked back at the mass slowly creeping its way down the mountain, its scent gone now that the breeze had died down. Pity and fear crept into his heart as he decided that they should be spared, for no creature, no matter how terrible, could deserve a fate such as one that was about to come.
He picked his way down the peak of granite until only about three meters were left, then he dropped to the ground and sped at full flight underneath the trees and towards the human village. The heads of many Pokemon turned as he raced past them, almost stumbling over small plants and knocking into trees. Before long, the trees started to thin out and he caught glimpses of people. He sprang into the air, soaring over the treetops for a few seconds before he landed on a small wooden roof of a human home. The people below him had looks of astonishment and, to a small extent, fear on their stark-white faces.
He panted for about moment, but in a short time, two wolf-like creatures came running through the village until they stood directly below him, snarling as the jet-black hair on their backs bristled with their rage at the outsider. It struck him as somewhat odd to see Pokemon living in a human village, he but wasted no time in considering that matter.
His breath regained, he raised his head skyward to tell the people of the coming danger, of the horrific nightmare that had become a reality to kill and destroy them all, and their need to escape from the place to escape the dreaded monster that hungered for the flesh of all living things. He expected to see them running around, trying to flee from their homes, but they stood staring at him. Puzzled, he stared at the blank faces, not understanding why they didn't run.
He was jerked into attention as a stick came whizzing by, faster than any Pokemon could fly. He saw men raising curved pieces of wood with strings connecting the ends and firing dangerously sharp sticks at him. He had seen those before, it was what the human-creatures used to hunt and kill. He ran along the rooftop and leaped to the next one. Leaping from roof-to-roof, he escaped the human village, with the sharp-stick-weapons whizzing by him as he leaped from the last rooftop onto the ground, and into the forest, not stopping until the sounds of the village were far behind him. The great black-and-grey Pokemon had stopped at the edge of the woods and stood watching him run away, their lips curved into a feral snarl. They did not believe what he had said; he was an outsider, why should they believe him? Besides, what he had said was so ridiculous--no creature alone could eat all living things.
The Pokémon lay down by some small bushes, and took a moment to regain his breath. The humans would not listen to him, and had doomed their race to a demise even they didn't deserve. Standing up again, he walked down the mountain, the gurgles of a stream in early spring clear in his ears.
So be it, he thought. If they wouldn't listen to him, perhaps he could find some other creatures that would before they would find out themselves. His black tail sticking upright, he weaved through the trees, the pads of his soft, paws making no noise on the grassy forest floor.