Chaotic Pink
Let the zephyr blow.
End of world: Enter Medaria
This will be my first Pokemon one shot. If I write it. Heres some of it.
It was at that part that it seemed to be the end of the world. It had come, then passed over. In its wake chaos and destruction had come; never ending it seemed. The creature, Areseus, had brought on the death, destruction and fear. It was as if he had something against all creation.
A dark shadow had been cast across the Southern part of the world. Depression and fear had come, leaving kindness and everything that was good knocking at the door of the Northern hemisphere. While the North was unaffected, the South was becoming uninhabitable and becoming
Death had come, by the bucket load. Casting a spell over all that lived, breathed or walked making them shells of their former selves. Pokemon centres overflowed with ill Pokemon. Caterpies became near extinct, and the survivors of the race were now pink with moth wings; and Corosola were left in fleeting numbers, their dazzling smiles never to be seen again. Now, there was not only one Nurse Joy in each PokeCentre, but 7. It was made compulsary, yet, in time they left. Overworked and tired they went, leaving their pink hair and smile behind them. Locked away far North.
Death was paramount.
*
Medaria looked up.
She blinked, letting her eyelids be covered with water.
She was wearing a black ensomble, with grey around the shoulders; the sleeves came all the way down to he thumb, and frayed out slightly at the ends. With the neckline, it came down to a semi-circle that came down to the height of her skinny shoulders. It flattered her skinny, yet tall frame.
She opened her eyes again. Glancing up at the overcast sky she realised thats how she felt.
Her hair was left long, down to her waist. It was the same colour as her dress was, only it had streaks of light blonde. She loathed and detested everything else about the world other than her own appearance, and her team.
She closed her eyes. Thinking about the mess the world was in.
Around her eyes were 3 black circles, getting darker and darker as they got further away from her eyes. The first represented her starter, Oddish (now Vileplume), the second her Corosola - the Pokemon she first caught by herself, and last her Kingler.
She opened her eyes and walked towards the a statue of a past legendary.
Three black Pokeballs hung around her skinny waist. One the colour of slate, on the texture of coal and one the taste of lead. Medaria had made them long ago, with her very own hands, she had lovingly carved them until they were perfect Pokeball shapes, then she glossed one in slate, one in coal and one in lead to finish them off.
The rain stopped, the overcast sky darkened and hail stones began to fall roughly to the ground. Best make tracks...She thought to herself.
*
"Medaria! Get up, you have a call!" A woman with candy floss pink hair and a forlorn expression appeared at the bottom of the stairs. The woman, Joy, had once been the Nurse of the local PokeCentre.
Medaria, in baby plue pyjamas came down the stairs, holding her head as she went. She walked into the pale yellow, and rather cluttered kitchen and picked up the receiver on the phone.
She started to talk in a mumble "Yes, who's speaking?"
Playing with her hair she listened intently. Her eyes grew wide like saucers as she placed a hand covered in black nail polish over the part of the phone where you talk into.
"Its Nan, she wants be to visit her. Far North in furthermost city. She 'says'," Grinning, they both knew what Nan 'says' hardly ever comes true, "that she has a Pokemon for me that can only be picked up in person."
Title:End of world: Enter Medaria
Type:Pokemon
Rating:Probably PG as theres death and violence later on
Length:From at least 10 to max 15 chapters.
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