Prologue.
The silence was the first thing he noticed. It was almost as if someone had died. In fact someone had. He glanced up at the faces, every single one of them staring at him, each with a mixture of emotions, some with fear, some with disgust, and others with tears in their eyes. But they didn't know the reason for it none of them did. He had probably just saved many lives at the cost of this one man’s life. He could hear that the police were on their way but at the moment he didn't care, his fist clenched even tighter around the black, cold Katana he had used to kill the man who lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood. He knew he didn't have much time to act and so he darted into action.
He raised the sword up over his head and returned it to the black sheath on his back, and then in the same movement he pulled the black hood of his long black cloak like coat over his head, covering an untidy mop of long black hair. His cold black eyes, one of which was normally covered by his fringe, were now hidden from view. He turned around the black coat billowing around his black jeans in the wind, making his appearance all the more sinister.
He had two minutes at best before the police arrived and about thirty seconds before his 'friends' would arrive and then he would have to fight for his life. He glanced down at his Pokéballs, only three were clipped onto his belt clear white belt, his three most trusted Pokémon, Tyranitar, Lucario and Umbreon, they might be able to last out against one of his potential pursuers but all of them had the strength of elite trainers. Some brave members of the crowd tried to stop him but he silenced them simply by holding out his hand and letting the dark energy gifted to him course through his body and flash out of his palm startling many of them and causing them to jump back. With that exit he turned and ran down a dark alley.
Twenty seconds left. Barely enough time for him to activate the amulet, and activate it he did. Cleansing his mind of all the thoughts that were weighing him down he allowed the amulet around his neck to slowly split into two forms of energy, the first flying along his skin and onto his right hand, forming a black glove and the second flying along his skin and onto his left hand also forming a glove.
“Five seconds.” He muttered in a mysterious voice that seemed to be full of unknown pain and suffering that seemed out of place in such a dark looking person.
Two seconds later and he realized that his prediction had been wrong, by two seconds. The air suddenly seemed to drop to below freezing point and his breath left condensation in the air; he immediately knew who it was.
“Figures, they'd send you first.” he called, turning around to face his pursuer. “Eira.”
“They seemed to think I could make you think about what you've done.” Eira replied, despite her best attempts to stay cool and cold her emotions shone through.
Eira was a woman of around nineteen, with waist length pure blonde hair that swayed with help from the wind that whistled through the alley, she had a pair of innocent sapphire blue eyes that were concentrated solely on his own black ones, her clothing consisted of a long sleeved ice blue shirt that only covered her left arm leaving her right arm open to the elements. On her bottom half she wore a pair of dark blue Lycra trousers that were tucked into a pair of black boots, her skin was pale and a pair of light blue gloves adorned her hands.
“I take it that they will be here within the next two minutes?” He asked taking a careful step forward that caused Eira to step back, her hand cautiously moved towards her hip where her crystalline rapier was sheathed, her hand was shaking as she placed it above the rapier.
“Yes, unless you choose the easier of the two ways that this could end.” Eira replied, her usual coldness creeping into her voice but still not masking the emotion that she was giving off, something that he unhappily knew he was the cause of.
“Eira, we both know how this will end, it’s the night, my element and lets not forget that you couldn't kill me.” he replied, falling back on patronization to fight her, he didn't want to have this turn physical, because just as much as she couldn't kill him, he couldn't kill her in fact it would tear at his conscience to even hurt her.
“You want to make a bet on that. Kearn” Eira asked drawing her rapier and in that same movement stepping forward and slashing.
She seemed to have forgotten that it was well into the middle of the night which meant the darkness aided him, increasing both his speed and power. The only thing that held him back was the small shred of humanity that this group of people had installed into him, and so rather than finish Eira right there, all he could do was block her attack with a powerful attack of his own that almost sent the rapier spinning out of her hand, luckily she kept hold of it and used the momentum to spin around and bring the sword slashing down towards his neck. But Kearn was fully into the first stage of the darkness and he easily blocked the attack, stopping Eira's momentum and increasing his own. The darkness within him mixed with the darkness of his power and slowly began to corrode his mind causing him to attack, focusing all of his power into the next blow, a quick flash of darkness shooting through his blade.
A slight alteration in the position of her body saved Eira from death, as she saw the dark energy shoot up the blade she focused her power and pushed herself into the second stage of her power, the air around them freezing even more and her gloves pushing up until they covered her whole arm as the change was completed she leant back and brought her sword crashing into his, the clang of steel upon steel was resounding but once the sound had died down both humans were still standing there each with their sword against the others, it seemed to be a battle of wills.
This ended however when Kearn adjusted his powers matching up with Eira's and going into his second stage, his eyes darkening even more and his skin going to an even paler colour, his gloves also shot up his arms, but the few seconds it took him to adjust his power was enough for Eira and she adjusted her blade and brought the edge of her rapier arcing down across Kearn's face sending a splatter of blood across the wall behind them as her sword came off of his face, a long cut running diagonally was bleeding purposefully, the cut running the length of his face, starting in between his eyes and running across the bride of his nose and then coming to a stop at the end of his chin.
As fast as the blood had appeared it quickly disappeared. The wound clearing itself of blood and then sealing itself within a few seconds a powerful wave of dark energy shooting across his whole body and then disappearing leaving no trace of the wound but a scar, this one attack was enough to push his powers over the edge and into stage three, the darkness surrounding him completely as his eyes and hair became surrounded in a pure black aura, his skin turning a deathly pale as he surveyed Eria, then with an almost inhuman burst of speed he was upon the female his sword flashing through the air and crashing straight into her rapier almost tearing it from her grasp and sending her hurtling towards the wall.
For a few seconds she flew with the sword but eventually it fell from her grasp and she landed hard on the stone floor the breath knocked from her lungs.
Still using the momentum from his earlier attack, Kearn spun around and with his eyes completely bathed in darkness he plunged his sword towards the downed Eira.
“Kearn stop.” A loud voice boomed through the street, the voice belonged to a tall man of about eighteen, he had short spiked brown hair that poked in all directions like a pin cushion a single strand off it fell into hazel coloured eyes, on his person he wore a dark brown trench coat that was unbuttoned revealing a dark blue shirt underneath that was tucked into a pair of black jeans, in his hand he wielded a large sword that was resting on the ground, his name was Cephas.
The shout from his friend was enough to snap Kearn out of the trance his powers had put him in. He looked from Eira to Cephas, the odds had just gotten worse and the point of this hadn't been to fight them but to escape before they could attack him. He made the decision, choosing to leave before he had done anything else he turned towards the alley way but was stopped as a small burst of sludge flew through the air and then erupted at his feet, vaporising the steel drain that was on the floor.
“You’re surrounded.” A small voice, full of emotion stated, the speaker soon showed herself, before him stood a fourteen year old girl, shoulder length light purple hair was swaying in the wind, vivid violet eyes were staring at him, her whole body was obstructed by a long black cloak with a purple sash tied around her waist, it would seem that she was the only one taking him seriously.
“Afra...”he murmured as Eira slowly got up, Cephas had joined her and now Kearn was surrounded, his three closest friends all staring at him. A deathly silence almost deafening to the four humans who stood in the darkened alleyway.
“Why did you do it?” The silence was interrupted by Eira who had retracted her powers back into the ice blue bracelet that she wore around her wrist.
“He was going to end the world.” Kearn replied simply, his cold black eyes were unfocused.
Afra knew that look however and fixed him with a scowl. “Don't even try it, Calder and Rai are here as well and they unlike us have their Pokémon trained on you so please Kearn just don't.”
“She's right Kearn, we're your friends.” Cephas added his eyes still fixed on his friend who seemed tense, something they were all alert to.
“I did what was right, if it weren't for me, the organisation would be finished by now, you'd all be dead and what I did today was no different.” Kearn replied coldly his eyes searching around the tops of the buildings and quickly surveying two glints in the darkness, Afra was right, he would die if he tried anything.
“By killing people!? By letting yourself get immersed in the darkness!? You idiot! You haven't helped anyone!” Eira yelled, her anger and pain echoing in her tone as she took a few steps forward bringing herself close enough to Kearn giving her the distance to slap him before the tears began running down her face, her barely concealed sobs echoing through the alleyway.
After almost two minutes of silence bar the sobs Kearn finally made his move, with his fists clenched and a single tear rolling down his cheek he addressed everyone around him.
“You may keep the organization going but know one thing.” He called firmly his fingernails digging into his palms. “When you are weak and need me the most, I won't be fighting on your side.”
And with that he put on a burst of speed and shot past Afra. A second later and a Hydro Pump and a Thunderbolt struck the ground where he'd been standing not one second before. Another second passed and a beam of ice froze the ground where the two attacks had hit. A further four seconds were lost and then two males landed on the ground, both dressed in black cloaks, with hoods pulled up over their heads.
“We'll find him, don't worry there are twenty of us and one of him.” This comment was directed at Eira whose sobs had stopped and instead she was staring at where Kearn had previously been standing, her eyes glazed over and her fists clenched.
“Not if he doesn't want to be found.” Cephas's replied, his voice echoing everyone's thoughts.
So there's the Prologue, now for some definitions.
The boy's name Kearn \ke(a)-rn\ is pronounced kern. It is of Irish origin, and its meaning is "dark".
The boy's name Cephas \ce-phas\ is of Hebrew origin, and its meaning is "rock".
The girl's name Afra \a-fra, af-ra\ is of Hebrew and Arabic origin, and its meaning is "young"
The girl's name Eira \e(i)-ra\ is of Welsh origin, and its meaning is "snow"
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