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~Fredrick Von Dier 12:00pm Monday January 16, ----
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Crystal clear drops of water gracefully fell onto the leaf of a deep green forest plant, sliding off and hitting the muddy ground. Morning dew gathered on small blades of grass, reflecting the bright sunlight shining from the empty blue sky above Viridian forest.
The aroma of plants and flowers was evident, lingering over the forest greenery and drifting wherever the minuet gusts of wind took it. Viridian forest was indeed pretty in the morning, according to Vekta’s opinion. The 17-year-old girl lay sprawled out on a large tree stump as big as a Snorlax, gazing her two-colored eyes at the sky. One eye was as blue as the ocean, the other as golden as honey. People made fun of her because of that, but, nevertheless, Vekta pretty much ignored all those people now days. They get on her nerves too much and Vekta knew she was better than them anyway. What good does it do to fight back at them?
She yawned and drowsily pulled herself up to a sitting position. Every morning Vekta would come here, to this secret spot of hers inside the forest. Just to watch the sunrise. Her mom had said she was a true early bird, but Vekta tended to disagree. She couldn’t be anymore of a lazy bum. Sleeping in the morning classes at school, taking naps whenever possible at home. What else was there to do anyway? Training Pokemon sounds like a lot of fun, but after seeing all those poor little ten year olds get slashed up by a Scyther or getting run over by a Tauros, Vekta thought she’d play it safe and stay home for a while. Yeah, sure, everyone finds adventure exciting, but Vekta preferred her non-changing, everlasting, happy, way of life. Things just seemed to be better that way…
The sun rose ever slowly above the tree line, spilling light in between the gaps of leaves adorning the trees in the thick woods. Tying up her silver mass of hair (also sometimes mistaken for being albino) she checked her watch.
8:20.
Just enough time to get to school and slide into 1st period Physics class. She stood up and grabbed her blue backpack, swinging it over one shoulder.
“Pika?” The infamous voice of a Pikachu caught Vekta’s attention. “Pika? Pika Pii?” Vekta sighed.
“Look, I don’t have time for you now. Go away.” The small familiar yellow mouse gave a quiver of its nose, and tilted its lightning bolt tail. She rolled her eyes and began walking towards the exit of the forest.
“Pikaa!!” The Pikachu called after. It scrambled on all fours in front of her and threw its arms out defiantly.
“What do you want now…?” Vekta seemed displeased and a frown graced her normally stoic face. “I don’t have any food, if that’s what you’re after.” The Pikachu vigorously shook its head, still reluctant to let her pass.
“Well, then if you’ll excuse me..-“ Vekta tried walking past the rodent, only to be bitten square in the ankle by it. “-Youch! Ah! Stupid little rat-!” Hopping on one foot, she tried to inspect the damage. Blood pounded profusely out of her left ankle, staining her white sock. “…Great.” Vekta mustered the most hateful malice-laced glare she could, and shot it at the Pikachu, who was sitting innocently nearby. “You’ll pay for that…” The Pikachu didn’t respond, only continued to watch her with interest. “Argh, why’d you have to go and do that for anyway?” Still clutching her bleeding ankle, she hobbled over back to the stump to retrieve a band-aid from her backpack.
“Pikkaa…” The Pikachu slowly crawled to the strange girl, inching its way to Vekta’s ever-closer backpack. Vekta, meanwhile, took her shoe off and pulled her sock down. Dried blood was caked onto her ankle, some of it a deep red still.
“Wonderful…” She muttered, still occupied by her wound. The Pikachu crept into her backpack, half in and half out, shoving some stuff around and searching for something… Vekta reached for her backpack and pulled it up onto the stump so it was sitting next to her, noting the extra strength it took to pull it up. “Odd…” She wondered. She noticed the Pikachu must have had run away, considering it was no longer standing in its previous spot and there was no sign of a Pokemon anywhere. So, she resumed looking for her band-aid in the front compartments of her bag. Again noting the strange lump inside the mid-section, making her bag bulge. She pulled a brand-named band-aid out and peeled the translucent paper off of the sticky sides, placing it on her heel.
Her bag squirmed. Vekta stopped. It squirmed again, rocking from side to side. And this time, she stood up, one of her feet barefooted, and held her bag upside down, letting the contents fall out and onto the wet grass. Pikachu plummeted from within the bag onto the hard ground, shaking itself off.
“Ah-Ha.” Vekta eyeballed it suspiciously, and dropped the empty book bag. “…And here I thought you’d been a good little Pokemon and ran away.” She approached and stopped just a few feet from Pikachu’s tail.
The sun rose at a high point now above the trees, and the light caught something in Pikachu’s hands. Vekta felt her throat constrict. Pikachu was holding her prized necklace, the one her mother gave her for her tenth birthday. It was a bright silver cross with a snake intertwined around it, and a deep blue stone behind the cross with a few diamonds embedded on the silver to make it shine even in the smallest amount of light. Supposedly to be an ancient and valued possession of her ancestors, Vekta didn’t want it in the hands of a wild Pikachu who could discard it anywhere and leave it to rust.
“Alright you… Hand the necklace over to me.” She demanded. “It’s very important.” Pikachu, still clutching the necklace, rose onto its small feet and dashed to the other end of the forest. “Hey! Wait!” Vekta unwillingly gave chase, and left all of her belongings at the tree stump, even forgetting she had only one shoe on.
The Pikachu ran and ran for what seemed like hours. Or maybe it seemed that way because Vekta was a wee bit out of shape. Nevertheless, by the time it stopped, Vekta was out of breath and coughing.
“Pika! Pika Pii!” Vekta couldn’t stop her ragged breathing, but she had just enough strength to look up at their arrival place. A huge archway, leading into a pitch-black tunnel that led to God knows where. Already Vekta was getting bad vibes about this place, but turning around wasn’t an option; considering Pikachu still had her necklace. Not to mention Vekta has absolutely no sense of direction at all, and do you really think she was paying any attention to where they were going?
“Alright you little rascal. You’ve had your fun, now give it back to me!” Pikachu now had the chain in its mouth, and Vekta was beginning to worry about Pokemon slime being all over it.
“Come on…” She looked around and spotted some wild Pecha berries. Time to try a different tactic. If it was food he was after… One by one, she picked the berries and held them out. “Here… Try these.” Pikachu’s ear’s twitched, almost agreeing to her offer. Vekta pushed closer. “They’re really good…” She coaxed. Pikachu turned its head. It made a deal with the wise one. And it would keep it. Pikachu took off into the cave, without so much as a backward glance. “Damn it…”
Suddenly, a bright light erupted from inside the cave. “What the…?” Vekta had to shield her eyes from the intense light. Even with her eyes shut, she could still see white. It enveloped her with warmth, but yet filled her mind with fear. A cackling noise was heard, and a few rocks surrounding the wall of the cave came crashing down with a thunderous roar. The light seemed to have gone as quickly as it had come, and Vekta was soon able to open her eyes again. Small black splotches still dotted her vision though.
“Ah, so you’re the chosen one.” A voice said, matter-of-factly.
“W-what? Who’s there?” Vekta’s vision cleared up from its foggy state, and she made out the distinct form of a Banette. Erm, She was pretty sure that’s what they called them anyway…
“I’m Clarice, call me whatever you want. I really don’t care.” The white Banette crossed its arms over its chest.
“Wait. This doesn’t make sense… Pokemon don’t talk.” Vekta stared. “And I may be no Pokemon expert, but I thought Banettes were usually a darker color? What did you mean by ‘chosen one’? How- where did you come from?” Now her head was starting to hurt, this is too much for one day. Confused and utterly bewildered, she backed away.
“Whoa, whoa there young one, don’t have a melt down on me now. You’ll need all the sanity you have when this whole thing starts.” The Banette, Clarice, suggested. “Believe me, this is going to be one long bumpy ride. Now listen up; I have your necklace. But the necklace must stay with me. Understand?” Vekta tried to remain calm and composed, but it seemed so much simpler in the movies.
“Y-yes.” Clarice nodded.
“Good. Do you know your heritage?” Heritage? Vekta ran over what she knew of her family. Nothing too special… Maybe a few Good Samaritan acts here and there. Impatient, the Banette answered for her. “You don’t. Am I wrong?” Vekta silently shook her head. “Too bad I don’t have time to tell you. Give me your left hand. You’re right-handed correct?” Vekta shook her head again.
“No. Other way around.”
“Left-handed? My, you do come from my sister’s side. Alright then, give me your right hand.” Should I trust it? Vekta thought, I might as well be played a fool right now, never ever have I seen anything like this before… Her hand was still shaking when she reached out to Clarice. The white ghost then snatched her hand, and before Vekta could ask, a searing pain burned right through her hand.
“Ahh!”
“Don’t worry, it will only last a few more seconds.” Clarice stated calmly. A sky blue flame enveloped around Vekta’s hand, and the burning was already dying down a bit. “Done.” She released Vekta’s hand and let her collapse onto the ground. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Vekta was holding her throbbing hand like a lifeline. Was she kidding? It hurt like hell!
“Humph. Strong silent type, eh? Keep to yourself too much? Ah well. You’ll learn.” Vekta turned her palm up. A black symbol was burned into her hand. A crest with two slashes through it, and a word of some sort in a language she couldn’t understand.
“You’ll get it later.” Vekta had enough of this secretive Banette.
“What is it with these ‘later’ things anyway? Why can’t you tell them to me now?” She then noticed the Banette was disappearing… It was almost translucent compared to when it first appeared. “What?” Clarice winked.
“You’ll get it later.” Then the Banette dissipated into the sky, fragmented in pieces of white, floating to the clouds.
“I don’t think I’m getting any of this.” Vekta glanced at her hand again, wishing this was a dream and that she must’ve fallen asleep on the tree stump. “I don’t think I’m going to school today…”
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End of super-short chapter one. It’s only three pages, but it got the job done. Next chapter, we go into some exciting stuff. And a revelation is in store for Vekta also. Even a partner she wasn’t expecting decides to tag along for the ride…
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(PG-13 Due to Violence, Some Language, and gore. Rating prone to change for some chapters)
P.s.: I don't own Pokemon. (Just in case this is a requirement here...)
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“Down the family history of the Von Diers, a curse has been passed. A curse that even our supernatural ancestors couldn’t get rid of. Its origins belong with the beginning of darkness and evil itself, thanks to the work of a gray wizard who called himself of neither good nor evil.
“He made the curse as an insurance that the world we live in will survive, and that the curse would rid the world of all impurities.
“…But it came with a price. One, pure, healthy soul must be sacrificed to invoke the curse’s power. And it must be from the Von Dier bloodline, ‘less it not work at all. So for centuries, our family has made sure that the curse had stayed alive between us, and that the curse’s existence was unbeknownst to the outside world.
“Unfortunately, the house burnt down some time ago, collapsing on itself and falling into the tarn. Our family has separated, and now we do not know where the curse is, or who will receive it, since so many others have entered our lives from other branches of family.
“Now, all we can do is wait to see what happens. And pray that the darkness doesn’t diminish what hope and peace we have left. It will rise again; the book of the Elders said so. We can only wait patiently for that time, and wish the best for the one destined to receive the curse from our tragedy-ridden family.”
P.s.: I don't own Pokemon. (Just in case this is a requirement here...)
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“Down the family history of the Von Diers, a curse has been passed. A curse that even our supernatural ancestors couldn’t get rid of. Its origins belong with the beginning of darkness and evil itself, thanks to the work of a gray wizard who called himself of neither good nor evil.
“He made the curse as an insurance that the world we live in will survive, and that the curse would rid the world of all impurities.
“…But it came with a price. One, pure, healthy soul must be sacrificed to invoke the curse’s power. And it must be from the Von Dier bloodline, ‘less it not work at all. So for centuries, our family has made sure that the curse had stayed alive between us, and that the curse’s existence was unbeknownst to the outside world.
“Unfortunately, the house burnt down some time ago, collapsing on itself and falling into the tarn. Our family has separated, and now we do not know where the curse is, or who will receive it, since so many others have entered our lives from other branches of family.
“Now, all we can do is wait to see what happens. And pray that the darkness doesn’t diminish what hope and peace we have left. It will rise again; the book of the Elders said so. We can only wait patiently for that time, and wish the best for the one destined to receive the curse from our tragedy-ridden family.”
~Fredrick Von Dier 12:00pm Monday January 16, ----
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I: Book of the Fallen
I: Book of the Fallen
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Crystal clear drops of water gracefully fell onto the leaf of a deep green forest plant, sliding off and hitting the muddy ground. Morning dew gathered on small blades of grass, reflecting the bright sunlight shining from the empty blue sky above Viridian forest.
The aroma of plants and flowers was evident, lingering over the forest greenery and drifting wherever the minuet gusts of wind took it. Viridian forest was indeed pretty in the morning, according to Vekta’s opinion. The 17-year-old girl lay sprawled out on a large tree stump as big as a Snorlax, gazing her two-colored eyes at the sky. One eye was as blue as the ocean, the other as golden as honey. People made fun of her because of that, but, nevertheless, Vekta pretty much ignored all those people now days. They get on her nerves too much and Vekta knew she was better than them anyway. What good does it do to fight back at them?
She yawned and drowsily pulled herself up to a sitting position. Every morning Vekta would come here, to this secret spot of hers inside the forest. Just to watch the sunrise. Her mom had said she was a true early bird, but Vekta tended to disagree. She couldn’t be anymore of a lazy bum. Sleeping in the morning classes at school, taking naps whenever possible at home. What else was there to do anyway? Training Pokemon sounds like a lot of fun, but after seeing all those poor little ten year olds get slashed up by a Scyther or getting run over by a Tauros, Vekta thought she’d play it safe and stay home for a while. Yeah, sure, everyone finds adventure exciting, but Vekta preferred her non-changing, everlasting, happy, way of life. Things just seemed to be better that way…
The sun rose ever slowly above the tree line, spilling light in between the gaps of leaves adorning the trees in the thick woods. Tying up her silver mass of hair (also sometimes mistaken for being albino) she checked her watch.
8:20.
Just enough time to get to school and slide into 1st period Physics class. She stood up and grabbed her blue backpack, swinging it over one shoulder.
“Pika?” The infamous voice of a Pikachu caught Vekta’s attention. “Pika? Pika Pii?” Vekta sighed.
“Look, I don’t have time for you now. Go away.” The small familiar yellow mouse gave a quiver of its nose, and tilted its lightning bolt tail. She rolled her eyes and began walking towards the exit of the forest.
“Pikaa!!” The Pikachu called after. It scrambled on all fours in front of her and threw its arms out defiantly.
“What do you want now…?” Vekta seemed displeased and a frown graced her normally stoic face. “I don’t have any food, if that’s what you’re after.” The Pikachu vigorously shook its head, still reluctant to let her pass.
“Well, then if you’ll excuse me..-“ Vekta tried walking past the rodent, only to be bitten square in the ankle by it. “-Youch! Ah! Stupid little rat-!” Hopping on one foot, she tried to inspect the damage. Blood pounded profusely out of her left ankle, staining her white sock. “…Great.” Vekta mustered the most hateful malice-laced glare she could, and shot it at the Pikachu, who was sitting innocently nearby. “You’ll pay for that…” The Pikachu didn’t respond, only continued to watch her with interest. “Argh, why’d you have to go and do that for anyway?” Still clutching her bleeding ankle, she hobbled over back to the stump to retrieve a band-aid from her backpack.
“Pikkaa…” The Pikachu slowly crawled to the strange girl, inching its way to Vekta’s ever-closer backpack. Vekta, meanwhile, took her shoe off and pulled her sock down. Dried blood was caked onto her ankle, some of it a deep red still.
“Wonderful…” She muttered, still occupied by her wound. The Pikachu crept into her backpack, half in and half out, shoving some stuff around and searching for something… Vekta reached for her backpack and pulled it up onto the stump so it was sitting next to her, noting the extra strength it took to pull it up. “Odd…” She wondered. She noticed the Pikachu must have had run away, considering it was no longer standing in its previous spot and there was no sign of a Pokemon anywhere. So, she resumed looking for her band-aid in the front compartments of her bag. Again noting the strange lump inside the mid-section, making her bag bulge. She pulled a brand-named band-aid out and peeled the translucent paper off of the sticky sides, placing it on her heel.
Her bag squirmed. Vekta stopped. It squirmed again, rocking from side to side. And this time, she stood up, one of her feet barefooted, and held her bag upside down, letting the contents fall out and onto the wet grass. Pikachu plummeted from within the bag onto the hard ground, shaking itself off.
“Ah-Ha.” Vekta eyeballed it suspiciously, and dropped the empty book bag. “…And here I thought you’d been a good little Pokemon and ran away.” She approached and stopped just a few feet from Pikachu’s tail.
The sun rose at a high point now above the trees, and the light caught something in Pikachu’s hands. Vekta felt her throat constrict. Pikachu was holding her prized necklace, the one her mother gave her for her tenth birthday. It was a bright silver cross with a snake intertwined around it, and a deep blue stone behind the cross with a few diamonds embedded on the silver to make it shine even in the smallest amount of light. Supposedly to be an ancient and valued possession of her ancestors, Vekta didn’t want it in the hands of a wild Pikachu who could discard it anywhere and leave it to rust.
“Alright you… Hand the necklace over to me.” She demanded. “It’s very important.” Pikachu, still clutching the necklace, rose onto its small feet and dashed to the other end of the forest. “Hey! Wait!” Vekta unwillingly gave chase, and left all of her belongings at the tree stump, even forgetting she had only one shoe on.
The Pikachu ran and ran for what seemed like hours. Or maybe it seemed that way because Vekta was a wee bit out of shape. Nevertheless, by the time it stopped, Vekta was out of breath and coughing.
“Pika! Pika Pii!” Vekta couldn’t stop her ragged breathing, but she had just enough strength to look up at their arrival place. A huge archway, leading into a pitch-black tunnel that led to God knows where. Already Vekta was getting bad vibes about this place, but turning around wasn’t an option; considering Pikachu still had her necklace. Not to mention Vekta has absolutely no sense of direction at all, and do you really think she was paying any attention to where they were going?
“Alright you little rascal. You’ve had your fun, now give it back to me!” Pikachu now had the chain in its mouth, and Vekta was beginning to worry about Pokemon slime being all over it.
“Come on…” She looked around and spotted some wild Pecha berries. Time to try a different tactic. If it was food he was after… One by one, she picked the berries and held them out. “Here… Try these.” Pikachu’s ear’s twitched, almost agreeing to her offer. Vekta pushed closer. “They’re really good…” She coaxed. Pikachu turned its head. It made a deal with the wise one. And it would keep it. Pikachu took off into the cave, without so much as a backward glance. “Damn it…”
Suddenly, a bright light erupted from inside the cave. “What the…?” Vekta had to shield her eyes from the intense light. Even with her eyes shut, she could still see white. It enveloped her with warmth, but yet filled her mind with fear. A cackling noise was heard, and a few rocks surrounding the wall of the cave came crashing down with a thunderous roar. The light seemed to have gone as quickly as it had come, and Vekta was soon able to open her eyes again. Small black splotches still dotted her vision though.
“Ah, so you’re the chosen one.” A voice said, matter-of-factly.
“W-what? Who’s there?” Vekta’s vision cleared up from its foggy state, and she made out the distinct form of a Banette. Erm, She was pretty sure that’s what they called them anyway…
“I’m Clarice, call me whatever you want. I really don’t care.” The white Banette crossed its arms over its chest.
“Wait. This doesn’t make sense… Pokemon don’t talk.” Vekta stared. “And I may be no Pokemon expert, but I thought Banettes were usually a darker color? What did you mean by ‘chosen one’? How- where did you come from?” Now her head was starting to hurt, this is too much for one day. Confused and utterly bewildered, she backed away.
“Whoa, whoa there young one, don’t have a melt down on me now. You’ll need all the sanity you have when this whole thing starts.” The Banette, Clarice, suggested. “Believe me, this is going to be one long bumpy ride. Now listen up; I have your necklace. But the necklace must stay with me. Understand?” Vekta tried to remain calm and composed, but it seemed so much simpler in the movies.
“Y-yes.” Clarice nodded.
“Good. Do you know your heritage?” Heritage? Vekta ran over what she knew of her family. Nothing too special… Maybe a few Good Samaritan acts here and there. Impatient, the Banette answered for her. “You don’t. Am I wrong?” Vekta silently shook her head. “Too bad I don’t have time to tell you. Give me your left hand. You’re right-handed correct?” Vekta shook her head again.
“No. Other way around.”
“Left-handed? My, you do come from my sister’s side. Alright then, give me your right hand.” Should I trust it? Vekta thought, I might as well be played a fool right now, never ever have I seen anything like this before… Her hand was still shaking when she reached out to Clarice. The white ghost then snatched her hand, and before Vekta could ask, a searing pain burned right through her hand.
“Ahh!”
“Don’t worry, it will only last a few more seconds.” Clarice stated calmly. A sky blue flame enveloped around Vekta’s hand, and the burning was already dying down a bit. “Done.” She released Vekta’s hand and let her collapse onto the ground. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Vekta was holding her throbbing hand like a lifeline. Was she kidding? It hurt like hell!
“Humph. Strong silent type, eh? Keep to yourself too much? Ah well. You’ll learn.” Vekta turned her palm up. A black symbol was burned into her hand. A crest with two slashes through it, and a word of some sort in a language she couldn’t understand.
“You’ll get it later.” Vekta had enough of this secretive Banette.
“What is it with these ‘later’ things anyway? Why can’t you tell them to me now?” She then noticed the Banette was disappearing… It was almost translucent compared to when it first appeared. “What?” Clarice winked.
“You’ll get it later.” Then the Banette dissipated into the sky, fragmented in pieces of white, floating to the clouds.
“I don’t think I’m getting any of this.” Vekta glanced at her hand again, wishing this was a dream and that she must’ve fallen asleep on the tree stump. “I don’t think I’m going to school today…”
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End of super-short chapter one. It’s only three pages, but it got the job done. Next chapter, we go into some exciting stuff. And a revelation is in store for Vekta also. Even a partner she wasn’t expecting decides to tag along for the ride…
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