Reverse Moon Trilogy Part 1
[ Table of Contents: ]
0. Prologue: Silhouette
1. The Reverse Moon
3. You Are Alone
5. The Infinite and Undisputable Power of Rotom
6. Maybe Committed
7. Pitch-black Copy
8. Operation Whatever
9. White Darkrai
10. Echoes To Come
[ Rating: ]
PG-13 for the occasional curse and action violence
[ Introduction/Boring Stuff: ]
This fic is gameverse (not that it's addressed) and contains 0 human characters. Part one, which this is, is ten chapters long not including a short prologue.
It stars Darkrai and features a host of other Legendaries, and centers around a mysterious shift of the moon and a diabolical plot and a race to save the world and whatnot.
It has action, adventure, sprinklings of mystery and suspense, healthy doses of humor. It's probably not everyone's cup of tea, but if you like it enough to stick with it I promise it will be worth the read. There are plenty of energy blasts and over-the-top shounen-style fights--yet tastefully done, I swear!
Beta reader for this story is/was Kyuuketski Fang of a certain naneless fanfic site, a highly awesome person. Special thanks go to her.
Ultra-short and unfortunately slow-paced prologue goooooo
A gentle wind rustled the trees, whispering secrets into the ears of anyone who knew to listen. It spoke of echoes—echoes of the past that were yet to come. It never lingered long, this wind, and left only cryptic silhouettes of the future in its wake.
The garden was old—very old. It spread as far as the eye could see, a grand ecosystem of quiet green. Nowhere to be found were the noises and concerns of civilization. Among the grassy hills and the aged tree trunks and their families of ever-reaching branches, across the still ponds and hushed streams, nothing artificial ever made its mark. Indeed, the lush garden was devoid of living souls...save one.
Darkrai stood atop a high ridge like a sentinel. Nebulous trails rose from his body like smoke, and a line of crimson spikes crested his wide chest, obscuring his face. All that was visible was one eye, hued solidly in a clear, bright blue and dotted with a white pupil. The other was hidden by a third smoke trail, this one pale as starlight, that wisped away from him yet grew substantial atop his head as if it was hair. His arms were crossed, and a sense of strained impatience radiated from him. Darkrai had returned to the garden recently after some time spent in distant lands. He had been searching for something, but his search had been fruitless and now all he could do was wait.
Darkrai hated waiting.
He whirled abruptly as he saw movement in the corner of his eye. Casting his gaze around the forest, after a moment he saw an indistinct silhouette among the trees. "Who are you?" Darkrai called in a tone that made it perfectly clear his only interest was to have a name to shout preceding get out. Cordiality was not Darkrai's strong suit; conversing with others not his favorite pastime. As he took a step closer, the figure melted into the ground and vanished without a trace.
Darkrai was still for a moment, frozen in his movement towards the now-empty patch of ground. Then he titled his head and gazed upwards into the night sky, where a new moon carved a hole in the stars. The Pokémon he had seen was nothing less a dusky mirror image of himself.