Hrrumph. Chapter One,Two, and Three are going to be short on both length and Shipping hints. Don't worry- Chappy Four is bound to chock full! Hang in there until then!
EDIT; Chapter has been edited. Feel free to leave a post review.
Part One- Clash
Shadows and Blood
With secrets, tension, shadows, and blood,
And still more on the way,
Who knows what is yet to bud?
Cilan Creeke, 14, looked up at the evening sky. The setting golden sun’s dying rays were a pale yellow against the darker violet. Already, small white stars dotted the gloomy heavens. It was light a painter had splashed a swirl of bright colours across the sky and had purposely left a few small spots on the pallid canvas blank.
The young green eyed teen smiled a little at this. The day had been long for him and his companions, a young 12 year old boy named Ash Ketchum and a 12 ˝ year old girl named Iris Dracoblossom. The sun had made the day scorching hot, and not to mention the heated argument between Ash and Iris over who-knows-what. After all of the excitement and fuss that day, Cilan needed to rest his troubled mind. Besides, something was worrying him, gnawing at the back of his mind since this morning…
Cilan turned to the younger raven-haired boy next to him, “It’s getting late, Ash. We should probably find somewhere to camp out for the night. “
Ash nodded in agreement, although somewhat distractedly, “Yeah…you’re right…” he muttered rather quietly, luckily loud enough for Cilan to hear.
The Gym Leader narrowed his eyes. It seemed unusual to him for the usually energetic boy to be so…remote. Maybe his argument with Iris is starting to get to him? Cilan wondered. It was possible, after all, because Iris had gotten rather upset and she wasn’t talking to him anymore, after everything he had said…
“Ash, are you okay?” Cilan asked, concerned. Ash looked up at the Connoisseur and nodded. “Yup…I’m just fine!” he lied, not willing to share with the older Trainer what he was feeling.
That night, all seemed still. They had set up camp and settled down for slumber…how many hours ago? Ash and Iris were in their own respective sleeping bags (the tree branches were too bunched up for Iris to sleep in, it seemed). The younger Trainers, despite sleeping alongside each other, were stubbornly facing the opposite direction of the other. They still hadn’t made up, despite the time that had passed.
Cilan was in his sleeping bag, but he couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, some unknown force would force them back open again. With a soft growl of dismay, he turned onto his side and closed his eyes in another attempt to sleep, which (unfortunately) failed.
Cilan’s eyes snapped open at the whisper. He sat up and turned in the direction of the noise. He saw two pairs of eyes staring at him. One red, one blue. Both figures were clad in black cloaks that hid the majority of their faces, and white wigs were tucked neatly under the hood, but a strand or two of hair was still sticking out. Despite the concealed faces of the twosome, Cilan knew precisely who they were; it couldn’t have been anyone else.
“Guys?!” the Connoisseur hissed incredulously, struggling to keep his voice low. His two brothers, Chili and Cress, nodded quickly. Cress gestured for Cilan to come closer. “It isn’t safe for us to discuss our topic here, it’s dangerous.”
Cilan felt a throb of foreboding in his heart as he slid out of his sleeping bag, quickly donned his shoes, and followed his two brothers through the greenery and into a small clearing awash with a faint light. Cilan looked up at the moon. It was a mere crescent, a white claw in the blackened sky.
Cilan turned to his two brothers, he green eyes glistening with confusion. “What’s with the secrets? I don’t like the aroma I’m getting…”
Cilan shifted rather uneasily from foot to foot as silence met his question. Finally, after what felt like hours, Chili broke the silence.
“The Shadow Triad has been called for again, Cilan. Lord N and Master Ghetsis need us.”
Cilan let out a small gasp in shock. Cress raised an eyebrow at his brother. “You do remember our promise, Cilan, correct?”
Cilan nodded slowly. “Y-yes, but-”, he began, but Chili interrupted him.
“Hey, I know how much you hate this sometimes, but Ci'…we don’t have a choice. We made a promise, think about it. If we went against what we said…”
Defeat overwhelmed Cilan as he replied dolefully, “I know, Chili…I know…”
She was dreaming. She was twisting and thrashing as the churning water swirled around her. Eyes shut tight to prevent the water form getting into her sight, she spluttered and coughed as the salty water went into her mouth, and she struggled to get even a single gulp of air.
She wasn’t sure how she had gotten into this sea of turmoil, but now that she had entered the tossing liquor, it seemed impossible to escape. She desperately searched her memory for a trace of why she was here, what this place was, but found nothing. Even more horrifying, she couldn’t remember anything; not her name, her home, her friends…she couldn’t even remember what she looked like.
The dismay at her discovery seemed to drown her worse then the water surrounding her, and she slowly opened her closed eyes, and made yet another startling finding; it wasn’t water at all she was swimming in-- it was blood, scarlet and brackish. She gasped in repulsion, accidentally swallowing the crimson liquor. Dread clouded her mind and she could barely see- only red was in her sight and the saline stench filled her senses. All of a sudden, she felt a hand strike out of nowhere and grab her, pulling her back on the land. She saw, through the cherry coloured haze, a pair of bright green eyes. At this point, in her exhaustion, she thought she was delusional, but the hand, the ground that was now beneath her, was so real…someone had saved her life. But who?
As she gazed deep into those green eyes, the rest of the face obscured by shadows, she saw her own reflection. She saw her face that she didn’t remember. She remembered everything, and the name of her rescuer became caught in her throat.
The young Connoisseuse Burgundy Lavender* awoke with a start, the word she had spoken in her dream escaping her mouth in the waking world. She sat up from her bed, and looked rather fearfully around her.
The was still in the Pokemon Center, safe, and not even a speck of blood on sight.
Burgundy let out a low sigh of relief at this. So it was a dream, after all…
Still, she pondered over the dream. Why was there blood everywhere? Why was there so much? And why, was the biggest of her questions, was Cilan there?
Burgundy was a Connoisseuse with a desire for revenge against Cilan. He had humiliated her beyond what a Gym Battle defeat could allow, and yet…in her dream, he was her savior? It made no sense.
She turned her head to look out the window of her room. The moon was shining brightly down, the silvery streaks of light casting misty grey shadows. It was like ribbons of grey silk were fluttering from outside. It was pretty to stare upon, and soon Burgundy was feeling sleepy again.
She groaned inwardly and lay back down and her last thought before she drifted into a dreamless sleep was: I really don’t understand…what does all this mean?
I hate how short this is.