I've wanted to write an OT fic for God knows how long now, and I needed to write something so I did. I've been planning this fic for about a month now, and I still haven't reached a point where I can begin to post the fic, so I've written the prologue for now, and I'll treat it as a preview.
So what I'm doing here is placing this fic in a region, making it OT, and magnifying the reality of Pokemon. The usual - I've been meaning to do something like this for YONKS now, but I haven't...probably because I find it so damn difficult to plan something.
But I am planning this one, so I won't leave it hanging after the first chapter, like a certain...other fic.
But yeah, this is just a preview, the fic won't come until a long way away. Unless I have a planning-spurt o.o that would be cool. OK, here then.
Oh yeah, it doesn't even have a title yet...
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All was obscured from view, cast in contrasting darkness to the golden-red sunset that slowly descended to the north. Silhouettes were all that inhabited the wide expanses of golden grass, the crops of the season thriving and blessed by the sunlight’s persisting presence. Trees were distinguishable to both the east and the west, evergreen giants of the abundant forestry towering above the corn fields and tickling the wispy clouds that lingered within the gentle evening sky; they dominated the horizon, thick and endlessly stretching into the distance. Very little else could be seen, save the quaint, picturesque little farmhouses that dotted the landscape, each one as pretty and as serene as the last. From the chimneys thin trails of soft smoke gradually ascended to the skies above, dissipating within seconds of touching the horizon, and the magnificent golden sun that scrutinized the land below with its vibrant evening rays.
Long, lingering shadows were cast from every present entity that inhabited the vast, serene countryside, shadows lining and bordering the forest edge, dotting the fields in unison with the cottages, miniscule shadows even cast from the living beasts that were present within the fields, concealed by the tall, swaying crops, yet present nonetheless – scuttling and moving unseen and unheard from one point to another. Yet these beasts were not alone in being the only living creatures out there, as shadows, long thin, and of humanoid build, were cast from two perceptible figures masked by the darkness that shadowed the south.
Little could be heard among the fields, other than the gentle whistle of the breeze, rustling the trees in the distance and stroking the corn fields, or the distant, quiet echoes that were two human voices, resounding from the figures that moved slowly through the tall, golden fields. The voices were strong, loud, incoherent of the world around them, immersed in their own conversation and their own situation.
It was one voice in particular, one of the voices that seemed overcome the other in terms of what was spoken,
“If you take you final tests now, rid yourself of academic burdens and free the chains that bind you from your destiny, not only will you finally become able to face this scarce opportunity, but you’ll be able to face it…with your best friend. Come on, doesn’t this mean anything to you?” The first voice, strong and slightly irritated, slightly pleading resonated across the fields, desperately attempting to make a point, desperately attempting to persuade. But the reply, the second voice, returned an answer that confirmed failure to those words.
“No, Wolfe. I can’t, it’s just impossible for me to forget about my dreams like that. I can’t do it, and I can’t believe you expect me to do it. I adore training, I really do, but its just second best in comparison to my real dreams, you know? It’s ok for you, you’ve always wanted this, but for me…well…I just want something different, something better.”
Silence ensued. A shrill silence, an unwelcome silence that signified the end; the end of a friendship, of a bond that had been believed to be unbreakable for so long.
The boy turned to face the other, adding pace to his footsteps in order to overtake him, and then confront him. His face, now subjected to the full beam of the golden sunlight that swept the north, was mournful, saddened and weak, exposing a vulnerability that rarely overcame Wolfe Severino and his fierce features. His defenses, the argument that he’d struggled to keep and to uphold over the past few months, had finally collapsed to reveal the anguish he intended to prevent. What he was witnessing and experiencing was harsh, hard-hitting. He could do nothing but watch the boy he’d grown up with over the years remain behind, to face the perils of academic life while he departed on the adventure of a lifetime, to fulfill a desire that burned with passion within his very essence. He had to leave him; he had to depart from his best friend.
“I hate this. I hate what dreams and goals have done to us, Kori. There was a point when we were free, free from those linear paths that dominate us now, free from the restraints that bind us forevermore.” They both stood, as quiet as the breeze, Wolfe’s dark, defined eyes furrowed in the fervor that overcame him, lip quivering, fists clenched.
“But we grew.” His voice became a whisper, succumbing to the sorrow of the moment, though his eyes, in their intensity, were like stone to any trickle of water that dared to test his emotional strength.
“We grew,” he continued, “And we found ourselves, we created our own dreams, dreams we swore to pursue, no matter how great the obstacle.” He looked to the ground. Kori, the second boy remained silent, still concealed by southern shadows, possibly struggling to contain the emotion that flowed through the both of them.
“Ironic then, that the greatest obstacle has become our friendship.” Wolfe’s voice grew back to its previous strength, and his emotions appeared to subside for the moment – as the reminiscing had come to a halt. “Okay, Kori, there’s nothing I can do now. You’ve made your choice, and I’ve settled on mine. We both have to accept that this is it; this is where we take our leave of each other. Our past together…now it’s merely a childhood memory, nothing more. It’s what becomes of every friendship; it was inevitable from the beginning, when neither of us knew what we wanted. We could never have predicted this and now…well, now we have to endure it. That’s life, right?” Wolfe had done it; he’d managed to finally accept. The truth in his words was never more apparent to the both of them.
“Thanks, Wolfe.” Kori croaked, obviously weaker to the forces of reminiscence and sorrow than his lifetime friend.
The evening had darkened. It was now reaching twilight, and the forests, the farmhouses and the fields were immersed in the shadow that grew from the south. The golden sun had set; the shimmering rays had all but disappeared. The day was over, as was something beautiful. A friendship.
The figures remained, both enveloped in the oncoming darkness, and no more was said. They merely embraced.
No, he's not trying to act all philosophical. Wolfe does actually speak like that. And Wolfe is his actual name. How wierd is he? *Pokes Wolfe*
Anyway, what I was trying to achieve in this prologue was intertiwining between the characters, their situation and the scenery. We know that half of the field is enveloped in darkness, as the sun is setting slowly over a hill, which represents indecision (one half dark, one half light). And that theme basically continues, the characters are seperated by their dreams (Wolfe is light, Kori's in darkness), and once they end their friendship it all plunges into darkness. Kori was in darkness beforehand because ending the friendship was oin his agenda anyway, if you couldn't tell.
Thats my attempt at imagery right there. Or whatever you call it, is it montage? Or is that only in film?
Ok then, if you read it, or if I've begged you, please do leave an opinion or two, harsh critisism, whatever, all is appreciated once I know its been read.
THANKS YOUS!
So what I'm doing here is placing this fic in a region, making it OT, and magnifying the reality of Pokemon. The usual - I've been meaning to do something like this for YONKS now, but I haven't...probably because I find it so damn difficult to plan something.
But I am planning this one, so I won't leave it hanging after the first chapter, like a certain...other fic.
But yeah, this is just a preview, the fic won't come until a long way away. Unless I have a planning-spurt o.o that would be cool. OK, here then.
Oh yeah, it doesn't even have a title yet...
...
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Prologue: Memories
All was obscured from view, cast in contrasting darkness to the golden-red sunset that slowly descended to the north. Silhouettes were all that inhabited the wide expanses of golden grass, the crops of the season thriving and blessed by the sunlight’s persisting presence. Trees were distinguishable to both the east and the west, evergreen giants of the abundant forestry towering above the corn fields and tickling the wispy clouds that lingered within the gentle evening sky; they dominated the horizon, thick and endlessly stretching into the distance. Very little else could be seen, save the quaint, picturesque little farmhouses that dotted the landscape, each one as pretty and as serene as the last. From the chimneys thin trails of soft smoke gradually ascended to the skies above, dissipating within seconds of touching the horizon, and the magnificent golden sun that scrutinized the land below with its vibrant evening rays.
Long, lingering shadows were cast from every present entity that inhabited the vast, serene countryside, shadows lining and bordering the forest edge, dotting the fields in unison with the cottages, miniscule shadows even cast from the living beasts that were present within the fields, concealed by the tall, swaying crops, yet present nonetheless – scuttling and moving unseen and unheard from one point to another. Yet these beasts were not alone in being the only living creatures out there, as shadows, long thin, and of humanoid build, were cast from two perceptible figures masked by the darkness that shadowed the south.
Little could be heard among the fields, other than the gentle whistle of the breeze, rustling the trees in the distance and stroking the corn fields, or the distant, quiet echoes that were two human voices, resounding from the figures that moved slowly through the tall, golden fields. The voices were strong, loud, incoherent of the world around them, immersed in their own conversation and their own situation.
It was one voice in particular, one of the voices that seemed overcome the other in terms of what was spoken,
“If you take you final tests now, rid yourself of academic burdens and free the chains that bind you from your destiny, not only will you finally become able to face this scarce opportunity, but you’ll be able to face it…with your best friend. Come on, doesn’t this mean anything to you?” The first voice, strong and slightly irritated, slightly pleading resonated across the fields, desperately attempting to make a point, desperately attempting to persuade. But the reply, the second voice, returned an answer that confirmed failure to those words.
“No, Wolfe. I can’t, it’s just impossible for me to forget about my dreams like that. I can’t do it, and I can’t believe you expect me to do it. I adore training, I really do, but its just second best in comparison to my real dreams, you know? It’s ok for you, you’ve always wanted this, but for me…well…I just want something different, something better.”
Silence ensued. A shrill silence, an unwelcome silence that signified the end; the end of a friendship, of a bond that had been believed to be unbreakable for so long.
The boy turned to face the other, adding pace to his footsteps in order to overtake him, and then confront him. His face, now subjected to the full beam of the golden sunlight that swept the north, was mournful, saddened and weak, exposing a vulnerability that rarely overcame Wolfe Severino and his fierce features. His defenses, the argument that he’d struggled to keep and to uphold over the past few months, had finally collapsed to reveal the anguish he intended to prevent. What he was witnessing and experiencing was harsh, hard-hitting. He could do nothing but watch the boy he’d grown up with over the years remain behind, to face the perils of academic life while he departed on the adventure of a lifetime, to fulfill a desire that burned with passion within his very essence. He had to leave him; he had to depart from his best friend.
“I hate this. I hate what dreams and goals have done to us, Kori. There was a point when we were free, free from those linear paths that dominate us now, free from the restraints that bind us forevermore.” They both stood, as quiet as the breeze, Wolfe’s dark, defined eyes furrowed in the fervor that overcame him, lip quivering, fists clenched.
“But we grew.” His voice became a whisper, succumbing to the sorrow of the moment, though his eyes, in their intensity, were like stone to any trickle of water that dared to test his emotional strength.
“We grew,” he continued, “And we found ourselves, we created our own dreams, dreams we swore to pursue, no matter how great the obstacle.” He looked to the ground. Kori, the second boy remained silent, still concealed by southern shadows, possibly struggling to contain the emotion that flowed through the both of them.
“Ironic then, that the greatest obstacle has become our friendship.” Wolfe’s voice grew back to its previous strength, and his emotions appeared to subside for the moment – as the reminiscing had come to a halt. “Okay, Kori, there’s nothing I can do now. You’ve made your choice, and I’ve settled on mine. We both have to accept that this is it; this is where we take our leave of each other. Our past together…now it’s merely a childhood memory, nothing more. It’s what becomes of every friendship; it was inevitable from the beginning, when neither of us knew what we wanted. We could never have predicted this and now…well, now we have to endure it. That’s life, right?” Wolfe had done it; he’d managed to finally accept. The truth in his words was never more apparent to the both of them.
“Thanks, Wolfe.” Kori croaked, obviously weaker to the forces of reminiscence and sorrow than his lifetime friend.
The evening had darkened. It was now reaching twilight, and the forests, the farmhouses and the fields were immersed in the shadow that grew from the south. The golden sun had set; the shimmering rays had all but disappeared. The day was over, as was something beautiful. A friendship.
The figures remained, both enveloped in the oncoming darkness, and no more was said. They merely embraced.
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No, he's not trying to act all philosophical. Wolfe does actually speak like that. And Wolfe is his actual name. How wierd is he? *Pokes Wolfe*
Anyway, what I was trying to achieve in this prologue was intertiwining between the characters, their situation and the scenery. We know that half of the field is enveloped in darkness, as the sun is setting slowly over a hill, which represents indecision (one half dark, one half light). And that theme basically continues, the characters are seperated by their dreams (Wolfe is light, Kori's in darkness), and once they end their friendship it all plunges into darkness. Kori was in darkness beforehand because ending the friendship was oin his agenda anyway, if you couldn't tell.
Thats my attempt at imagery right there. Or whatever you call it, is it montage? Or is that only in film?
Ok then, if you read it, or if I've begged you, please do leave an opinion or two, harsh critisism, whatever, all is appreciated once I know its been read.
THANKS YOUS!
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