^^; Well, I was digging through my trash of WordDocs, and I found SO many beginnings of story ideas n'such... and RPG drafts... until I came upon two folders. One titled, "Exploit of the End" and my other folder, "Mayla La Umbre". Both are fics which I started and actually continued. Mayla La Umbre is finished, but grammer isn't too up to par and I believe one whole part is done in first person, while the others all are in 3rd. ^^; So I am putting up this fic first, even though it isn't finished but it has 8 chapters heee? I'll finish it too! I SWEAAAAARSSS BY THE PREEEECIOUUUUS!

Heh... and this fic will actually have pokemon in it too. OMG!

Well, enough talk... read it! ^^;

Exploit of the End

Chapter 1
Can you feel the darkness that surrounds you?
Can’t you feel it churn with in your heart?
Can there be more to what meets the eye?
Will the one destined part?
As the darkness grows,
So does the fire in his soul,
When the darkness rages,
He will pay the hardest toll


My soul ached from the pain that had swept over the deep valley only hours ago, but to my sore heart if felt like years. I stared blankly in the blazing fire in our fireplace, as the flames seem to tentatively lick at the wood. The smell of campfire smoke filled my nostrils as the glow of the fire reflected from my light skin tone, but I did not feel the warmth. The room I sat in was cold to me, and it only stabbed at my heart with each glance at every object the room was equipped with, pictures, candles, furniture, and more house-hold things. Despite the ever burning flames of the fire, the room was relatively dark and shadows seemed to dance around as I sat in the cold, hard oak chair staring around with nothing to do but weep.

I gazed out the frost bitten window, for me it was a misty lens to look through to see how the pain that nibbled at my soul caused others to rejoice. I saw the outside world, the snow covered the earth, the tree’s branches heaved and sighed by the weight of the last blizzard, and I felt the bitterness of the cold from outside. I then turned my liquid, icy blue eyes to the sky, and saw the stars twinkle with a mysterious glow, as if they were hiding a secret I perhaps did not know about. The moon’s vibrant rays hit the surface of the snow, which lit up the scene I despised so much that occurred now outside the valley.

People of all shapes, sizes, genders and heritage were standing around a tremendous bon fire, their faces filled with many different expressions. Some men were talking heatedly, laughing and smiling, adding more fuel to the fire, while some others had solemn faces, as if thinking hard about what important even occurred. Women were also talking, their faces almost as readable as the men, they were probably happy that the great danger, that was only a few hours ago going to eat them alive, was gone. Only a couple, a few close friends of mine were actually crying. I despised all of them, they would never experience the pain I am now, they will never.

I then turned my attention to the great bon fire, which they all were gathered around closely, despite its dangerous flames that could easily reach out to them and burn them alive. My outraged heart some times wished that would happen, but deep inside I knew I was only thinking in anger, pain and frustration. The fire again, was huge; the flames seemed to reach to the clear night sky, as if wanting to touch the stars. Bright, vibrant colors of red, oranges, yellows and light blues danced around and were reflected from the snow’s icy white surface. The “fuel” that the men were tossing into the arms of the fire were actually weapons of all shapes and sizes. Wooden and metal guns, knives, daggers, swords, sickles and many other various weapons, used to harm other people or as tools of war, were tossed in. Only that act of understanding that everyone did seemed to satisfy my hungry heart, only that. As I looked at the fire, I understood that the whole world, the whole human race, at this time was doing the same as the village I lived in now was doing. I could only imagine huge, blazing fires all over the earth because of my pain, my loss and my suffering. It angered me so, but yet I knew that my pain was only the slight and small cost to what would have happened if my son did not do what he did.

“Knock, knock, knock.” The door was banged upon, and it startled me, breaking the silence in the room and shattering my private thoughts. Reluctantly, I slowly got up from the wooden chair and stumbled over to the door by the fireplace. Grabbing the brass handle, I slowly opened the door and saw an old man standing there, his face wrinkled with deep concern.
“…Hello Mrs. Velxu… I’m am sorry to bother you at this hour… I…I just came by because I stumbled across something I think will be worth a lot to you.” Mr. Crimson said, and I nodded, though it was almost impossible to not show how angry I was with such a disruption. He was an old man, his light gray hair almost gone and his deep brown eyes surrounded with wrinkles from frowning and age. His suit was made of soft wool cloth of tan color along with his pants that matched. His shoes were brown and worn, along with his over all body appearance.

“Thank you Mr. Crimson, I am sorry if I seemed angered, but I am merely tired.” I said, clenching my fists behind my back, as my skirt swayed a bit with my moving hips across my dark wooden floor. He nodded and handed me a small box, and then nodding he quickly moved away from the door and trudged across the snowy ground. I whispered silently, as if my voice had suddenly vanished…“thank you…” I gazed at the small, black wooden box and slowly stroked it gently while moving back to my creaky old chair.

Sitting down, I gently opened the box, almost afraid of what I might find. Inside the small square container, was small cotton fuzz to cushion whatever may be inside. I gently peeled away the cotton, letting it fall lightly to the floor and inside was the most memorable object I will ever have. Inside, was a small glossy-looking marble, which seemed to glow with magic that was trapped inside. Swirls of red, blue, purple and many other colors of the rainbow moved inside it, and immediately I recognized it. My eyes began to moisten as warm, salty tears started to gently trickle down my soft cheek, and I did not bother to wipe it away. My throat burned and my lungs started to heave, and I tried to force back down the horrible feelings I had inside. For a moment, I had to set the marble back down and cover my face with my cold hands to stop myself from howling in sadness and pain. Stifling my cries, I drew a deep breath with in my lungs and turned my attention back to the enchanted marble.

The marble belonged to my son, my beautiful, loyal and courageous son. He had this marble since he first began to learn the arts of magic and nature powers, ever since he was only a bit older then a toddler. I could still picture his soft light brown hair waving about as he ran into the house that day and cried to me,
“Mommy! Mommy! Look I got this from grandpa!” I could still remember how his icy blue eyes sparkled when he showed me the magical marble, glowing with intensity that even I was mystified by it as well.

I could still remember that day and it only seemed like a few days ago when he left… and now it seemed like ages when he left me, forever.
“At least… at least I can now see how he lived, what adventures he found and what… what it was like to reach the end.” I said out loud, even though I didn’t know if I was ready to face what he did so long ago. I looked at the marble, and then suddenly remembering I looked to the dark corner to the right side of the room. There, laying down all curled up in misery, more misery then I probably, was my son’s most beloved traveling partner… Revero.

His midnight black fur was still a bit wet, and it seemed to droop with misery as Revero’s flaming red eyes seemed to be dull as they shifted their saddened gaze from the fire to me. His fur was coal-like black, except for his under belly which was a dull white and his muzzle which was a rich and deep brown. Revero’s paws were huge, and the claws still seemed to be stretched out, as if ready for an attack while his devil-like black tail was curled around his large bulging hind legs. His muzzle was huge but the fangs remained hidden as his head rested upon his front black paws. The bone rib-looking things on his back glistened from the fire’s happy glow along with the bone circles around his upper paws and the pair of large white horns on his head. Looking at my son’s creature he befriended along his journey made me feel guilty, here I was angered at everyone that existed in this entire age but yet poor Revero was sitting all alone in the corner with his own guilty thoughts.

“Come here Revero, you poor little Houndoom.” I said, and patted my knee, a friendly gesture from him to come over. Her slowly strained to get to his feet, and when he did he staggered a bit, still tired and a bit pained to walk. His tail dropped and his head hung low as he strode over to me, his head easily reaching to the height of my chest. I patted his soft, silky feeling fur and looked into his deep reddened eyes. A long, moon shaped scar curved over his right eye, and I immediately wondered how this creature got that, but yet I knew I might be able to find out.

“Here Revero, your master’s marble. With it, I may able to see what you and my son have lived through. Do you care to look with me? If not, it is okay, for I know you will recall each memory with a wincing heart.” I gently showed the gleaming marble to Revero, the fireplace’s glow illuminating it. Revero’s eyes twinkled with wonder as he stared at it for a while, and then sat down close to me, as if to wait.
“All right, we shall see together.” I said and held the marble tight with in my left hand, the hand closest to the Houndoom. I knew that this marble was a Sorcerer’s marble, a special marble made for those who are only destined to become a keeper of magic. The enchanted marble recorded what the owner of the marble saw and heard, and basically lived through. I knew that if one were to find another’s marble, they may be able to open the sort of virtual “diary” and relive through what the Sorcerer did. Of course, you must know the “password” or words to open the marble, but this being my son’s marble; I knew what they would be.

Holding the enchanted sphere into the air gently, I began to say the words to open it. As I began to say them, the marble began to glow a dark and eerie blue.

Open your wisdom onto thee,
Show me what he had seen,
Unlock the unknown life inside,
Let me see the moments of pride,

With these words, the marble began to swirl around madly, flashing brilliantly of all the colors known to man and a rainbow aura began to spread around my body and then to Revero… I continued to chant.

I want to know what he had done,
I want to know who really won,
I will listen intent with thy ears,
If you will only speak the years…