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Why... why would most creatures of this realm rely on violence to resolve the world's problems? From what I had seen, something sinister should befall the world... I feared it, the ultimate destruction of the land. I dreaded that day... the ultimate demise of sentient life. The end is nigh.
And there I was, a world cleared of the presence of humans but torn apart by the madness of the local Pokémon; a region that was previously tranquil, but had plunged into devastation. From across the lands, Pokémon had been mysteriously undergoing a transformation. This strange new turn in evolution seemed to be caused by an ominous force known as Shadow Energy. This strange phenomenon gave rise to Shadow Alakazam, who commanded an entire swarm of Shadow Pokémon in which his goal was to assimilate the world into darkness. He was once a wise and peaceful psi, but no more. Of all the characters I came across, why was it him who transformed? Could it be a hidden personal ambition? To make things worse, a legion of proud Dragon Pokémon, calling themselves the Blackclaw Dragoons, opposed his rule but they would not do so for benevolent reasons. Their desires were to seize ALL territory and control the residents to do their bidding. Why had these creatures been insisting on unwanted carnage, when there was already so much grief?
Those who survived and escaped the darkness were the Peacekeepers. As a response to the upcoming war, they formed an army of valiant Pokémon who were willing to give their lives to protect their homelands and families. The Sol Council controlled the decisions of the Peacekeepers... however, they blamed me; for it was I who represented misfortune and disaster to all; for I was an Absol, unloved by all and scorned from battle. I was dubbed as the Oracle of Disaster, the Dark Angel of the Apocalypse. I wished to fight for the sake of ending the conflict, but they saw me as bad luck to their cause. And so, I had been wandering across the unknown, searching for a niche in this ashen world. No longer should I rely on the aid of others for my own goals.
Each day grew darker. The forces of nature were brought into a chaotic state, due to the rise of Shadow Pokémon and so the weather became another powerful enemy. Somewhere in this land, a storm was tearing away the flesh of the innocent. Rain shot down like blades, the winds ripped away the earth, the thunder's force was tremendous enough to even make the electric Pokémon shudder in fright. Close by, a blizzard should have struck. I had pitied the foolish souls that dared to venture through it, for none should escape the retribution of the dark ones. And likewise, I had pitied the Dragoons martyring themselves against the Shadow Pokémon in the name of their so-called pride. Destructive and weak-minded they were, in the sense that they were wasting the natural resources they burned, and suffocating their own race. Why should it end like this, because someone had the audacity to imbalance the natural state?
The way to salvation is sealed away. The sun's light had failed its duty to repel the darkness, moonlight vanished in the fog of war; the seas raged, their wrath unbound... the balance of Order and Chaos was faltering... something was amiss. There was another force causing this, there must be. I must destroy it... I must find it... I must... kill it... unveil yourself, demon! I must find it... even if my own end was nigh.
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If you wish to read more of "Stray", it is stored at http://pkmnstray.com. I am also in search of new writers willing to participate. If you haven't guessed yet, the whole story is split into parts written by multiple authors. Each story part takes the point-of-view of a "main character", hence the roleplaying aspect. I am always in search for new people willing to try out and I hope we will see some help from you later on.
Last edited by Neoshadowwolf; 5th July 2011 at 10:15 PM.
Current Narrator: Absol Written By: Shadowwolf Time: A gray morning Location: Unknown fields, near the border of a desolate forest
**WARNING: Strong language and gore
Another quiet morning... why am I not surprised? I scoffed to myself. The self-induced sarcasm amused me. Why would I be surprised, knowing that this miserable world was stuck in the eye of peril for quite a while? Before me, the decrepit woods lied silently in their former glory; there was no sound except for the ones made by brown gnarled leaves blowing away. I gazed at the blackened morning sky, the sun's beauty corrupted by diabolical storm clouds. A bolt of lightning penetrated the darkness with a mild flash, followed by a tremendous explosion of thunder. Through the heavy wind, I listened carefully to my surroundings. Sadly, the woods offered me no assurance of life; no shrieks of terror in response to the thunder, no muttering in angst, not a single peep. True to my intuition, there was no one here and what was left here would die away completely soon.
'Twas a typical overgrown forest with leaves and vines blocking my path, or at least that might have been what an older timer would say. Walking through this place somehow made me feel nostalgic, but I couldn't honestly say why. I had once lived a sheltered life at a village under Peacekeeper jurisdiction and I had no memory prior to that, and then I spent the rest of my few living years in the wild. Every ally I had known eventually came to betray me, some of them turning to the very creatures I hated to this day: the Shadow Pokémon. I spent my time now pursuing a particularly powerful Shadow, a mage known as Shadow Alakazam. I felt that his existence in this world was the main reason I lived this way now, for it was he who had fed the war paranoia by sending his legions of mindless and abominable monsters to ravage homes. Not only would I do the world a favor by defeating him, vengeance would be mine. This forest shouldn't even be so much a reminder to me, and yet this deep yearning inside me seemed to grow in size.
I inspected the area, expecting at least one creature to be around. In a grand forest such as this, I would have hoped to see one insect... The other thing I noticed something awry here was that I had yet to even see a body, but this rotting scent was fixed. When I turned to walk over to an empty path, I noticed something on the road. It was a sickly green object shaped like a crescent moon. By then, I realized this odor was being emitted from this thing. It held a rather thick but flaky texture, there were holes on the sides as if they designated where eyes were supposed to be, there were claw marks around it peeling off part of the skin and there was a big gaping hole in the middle. It was a Metapod. The hole held some thick, sludge-like fluids inside, suggesting to me that someone had plucked the poor thing off clear from its shell... and not too long ago too. I scratched the surface of it with my claws, finding that it was as hard as stone. "You must have been desperate to live," I whispered into thin air. "No one was here to move you to someplace safe and you were at the mercy of the one who did this to you... Sleep now." Feeling uncomfortable and disgusted, I left it behind and continued my serene walk across the forest.
The trees seemed to be getting darker with the leaves curling up more acutely as I traveled. I suspected that it was only a matter of time before everything, including the trees here, would dissolve away. What does it matter anyway? I thought to myself. It is inevitable for this place to be annihilated by disaster. Even the Blackclaw Dragoons don't give two flying shits about it and will just burn down this place for fun. After a disturbing trek, I finally found an exit to this place. I followed where dim rays of the sun were shining and came across another dead field. The grass itself was a sludge-like brown color and emanated a disgusting scent. Ugh... this place REEKS of death. I scanned the empty fields of brown plain, hoping to find some directive. Suddenly, I heard a moan from a distance. I walked over to the source and spotted an injured Pokémon: round body covered in vanilla-colored fur, sets of two hands and two feet, and a snout on its face that seemed to be out of place. A Mankey. I advanced in closely.
Absol: "Speak to me. What did this to you?"
I seemed to have startled him, judging by his light gasp.
Mankey: "R-run... away..."
He gestured his hand as if he didn't want me to come any closer. At a short inspection, I noticed that his open, bloody wounds were emitting some light dark fog.
Mankey: "Y-yes... but you must go... now!" Absol: "I'm afraid I cannot do that. I'm not leaving you here to become one of them. I'm taking you elsewhere myself." Mankey: "But... my h-h-home..."
He started to sob lightly but I paid little mind to it.
Absol: "Your home is destroyed. Get up." Mankey: "No..." Absol: "Get up or I will end your pain here." Mankey: "No...! Leave me alone!" Absol: "Not unless you let go of your worry. There is no one here besides the two of us, but I can guarantee you that moving away from here will save your life." Mankey: "It's too late... leave me... go... before... AGH!"
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Black smoke suddenly shot out of his wounds. A black aura devoured the warrior and raged like an inferno. Mankey's cries were agonizing to the ears and traumatizing to the heart. The area seemed to distort around me. In the depths of my mind, I could hear a child's scream synchronizing with his and then I found myself screaming as well. Damn it, make it stop... When the screaming did stop, he stood up and glared at me. His wounds just vanished and left behind visible scars. The creature cackled madly and grunted dully.
Mankey: "G-go... away!
He zipped towards me and smashed his open hand against my ribs. I yelped out, but soon he prepared another Karate Chop with his other hand. I backed away quickly to dodge it, resulting in the Mankey sinking into a tantrum. Another innocent life consumed by the tainted darkness, I thought. He had his chance. I'll end his misery. I watched carefully as he circled me with his hands seemingly to be grasping nothing but air.
Mankey: "Y-you... must DIE!"
He swiped at me again, this time with his claws, but I blocked the attack with my horn. He flinched and screamed like a lunatic, holding out his bleeding hand. He roared at me, seething in pain.
Mankey: "I WILL KILL YOU!" Absol: "Heh. You're making a big mistake, friend. I fought your kind countless times and frankly, I'm not impressed. A Shadow will not take my life easily. The corrupt darkness can only do so much to a demon like me. Sorry, but I say you have overstayed your welcome in this world." Mankey: "T-tough t-talk... w-weakling..."
He shook his hand and splattered blood all over the ground.
Absol: "Hahaha... look at you. You can barely form a sentence. You've lost your mind." Mankey: "Grah... GRAH!" Absol: "I had enough of this. I live to see another day to see this war through, and today you are destined to be among the innocent casualties."
As his body was flinching erratically, I took the opportunity to attack. I slashed at his belly area, leaving a deep gash behind, and backed away quickly in anticipation of a counterattack. He just took the attack head on, and laughed insanely.
Absol: "What the hell is so damn funny?" Mankey: "Hehehe... hahaha! T-that is a lur... lame excusssse of an at-tah-hah-ack!"
He trembled violently with a crazed look in his eyes, all bloodshot and twitchy. I was getting annoyed. Fine. That's enough screwing around.
Absol: "Not good enough for you, huh? You asked for it. Swords Dance."
I circled my neck around and concentrated stored energy into my horn, which began to expel a faint glow. A burning sensation reached through my head, and just like that I felt ready to deliver the finishing blow.
Mankey: "O-oh-ho-ho no you d-don't!"
He crossed his arms together and took speed towards me, babbling incoherently. I grinded my teeth and gave an assuring grin to my target. Then, I moved back as he diverged his arms in a cross-like pattern, hitting nothing but air.
Absol: "Begone!!!"
I showed him no mercy. I rammed straight into him and delivered a Megahorn attack, a clean hit straight through the gut. "Urgh..." He groaned and shook violently, his body feeling stiffer. I held my breath, suppressing the thought of letting him live... but I knew I couldn't. I then pulled the blade out from his body. He collapsed to the ground as his black blood poured out from the hole in his stomach...
Mankey: "AGGGGHH!!! OWAAAGH!!!"
Mankey's body flailed about as his dark aura grew in size. Slowly, his fingers turned into gray ash and flickered off his body. Slowly, his whole body was changing into pale gray and waned. His screams died out into a faint echo as the dark aura reached its climax, the ashes scattering about followed by a sound of an air rush. Finally, there was nothing but blood stains on the grass... the only proof of his existence. Farewell.
It was a pitiful moment. I should be rejoicing to be doing such a favor to cleanse the world, but the Mankey simply looked too young to face such an end. Many like him didn't deserve such a fate. The victims of this "Shadow Energy"... they were bound to madness and evil. When defeated as a Shadow Pokémon, they would reach the end of their existence. Their own darkness would tear away at their carcasses, leaving dust flowing in the wind. Such a cruel demise, but it was all necessary. Fairness, in general, had abandoned this dying world. Why should we live to suffer in this forsaken land, where violence was the answer?
All this thinking made me feel nauseous. The fiery pain on my ribs burned freshly, so I settled myself into a lying position. I slowly rolled over to the other side of my body, waiting for the storm to begin. The sun was finally obscured and rain poured down in light drops. Even the rain felt as if it was lifeless, so chilling. Another morning of the search ended... another life ended... another day of my life became drenched in darkness. I couldn't take anymore for today. I stared at the lifeless plains, which quickly began to form small puddles. I was at a loss; would staying alive at this point eventually bear fruit? I could only hope that there was no other monster out there to finish me while I was at rest. As I lied there, the migraine settled in and my vision grew weaker. A sudden darkness blinded me... blurring my sight, supported by the heavy rain... the field started to distort... The last thing I remembered... a loud thunder sounded, and the world faded away... at that moment I was dead to the world.
Last edited by Neoshadowwolf; 25th October 2011 at 09:11 AM.
Prologue: The end always seems to be nigh, as long as we have the means to destroy...
I'm curious as to what happened to Humanity. Did it destroy itself, did it fall victim to some terrible disease or event... or did they simply vanish?
Where did the Shadow Energy come from? Why make itself manifest in an Alakazam known to be peaceful? Evidently it wasn't entirely peaceful, else there'd be nothing there to corrupt.
Two evils battling one another. May the best one lose.
Apparently it isn't just Humanity that saw Absols as bringers of disaster, but Pokémon, as well.
Is the world completely devoid of sunlight and moonlight, now? It certainly sounds like it - an entire world plunged into darkness. So what hope is left? And how can Absol go about its mission to take this world back for the few left who want peace?
Chapter 1: Evidently the sun hasn't entirely vanished from view. Might be encouraging were it not for Absol's miserable demeanor. But seeing there's nobody and nothing in a wooded area that should be teeming with life, I suppose I would be miserable, too.
I see Absol harbors little else but hatred for Shadow Alakazam. In spite of being repeatedly betrayed, there must have been something or someone in Absol's life that it cared about for that amount of contempt to fester.
I'm also surprised to see Absol still has compassion in it. First for the Metapod, and then for the fallen Mankey. Maybe it recognizes kindness is needed for a saved world?
I went ahead and listened to the music while reading - I was waiting to read an epic battle sequence, and to hear strains of epic music, but... well, in honesty, I didn't get either of those. They both postured and bloviated, but never really put much heart into fighting.
But reading below that segment, I understand why. Absol doesn't like doing what it has to do, and knows better than to enthuse in it.
Is there more? You noted in the Prologue you'd be posting one part per day, but as this hasn't been updated in a while, I'm left to think that you might either have nothing else, or perhaps felt discouraged by lack of reviews. (Now you know at least one of your readers!)
Hehehe, I guess you could say I got caught up in even more work and I decided I have to put off with posting stories for a while. True, it is disappointing to not be able to acquire a fair number of reviews but even a larger site for such a project such as fanfiction.net has little to offer in terms of high quality reviews.
I am actually really glad that you have a lot of questions and observations. I will do what I can to address each of them.
I'm curious as to what happened to Humanity. Did it destroy itself, did it fall victim to some terrible disease or event... or did they simply vanish?
I actually had a discussion over this matter with another of the writers regarding what happened to the humans. In Stray, it becomes very clear that the Pokémon around the lands were impacted by humans by forming large communities and even borrowing some of the old technology left behind. Even though humans are not meant to have an active role in the story, you can definitely detect their presence somehow. What happened to them was to be left unmentioned for a while until an appropriate moment comes. However, since I haven't contacted the other writer for a while, there is a possibility I may have to scrap part of the explanation.
Where did the Shadow Energy come from? Why make itself manifest in an Alakazam known to be peaceful? Evidently it wasn't entirely peaceful, else there'd be nothing there to corrupt.
The origin to Shadow Energy is meant to be revealed towards the end closing in to the final climax. Throughout Stray, Alakazam has been spoken of from time to time; he was mainly known to be this infamous god-like demon bent on destruction. Despite that, very little is known about him throughout. Part of the plot is to explore his psychology and understand his true motives.
Is the world completely devoid of sunlight and moonlight, now? It certainly sounds like it - an entire world plunged into darkness. So what hope is left? And how can Absol go about its mission to take this world back for the few left who want peace?
Figuratively, and sometimes literally. Abnormalities in nature and in the climate tend to appear at random which indicate the presence of Shadow Energy. As for the Absol, you could say his goal is leaning towards "wishful thinking" than actual certainty. He is hoping that the death of Alakazam will stop the war, but in reality he sees no other way and simply becomes among the believers of the rumors surrounding the psi.
I see Absol harbors little else but hatred for Shadow Alakazam. In spite of being repeatedly betrayed, there must have been something or someone in Absol's life that it cared about for that amount of contempt to fester.
And this can only be interpreted through his psychology. It is evident enough that he holds a tragic past and belittles the world, but he still follows a slim belief that it could all be changed.
There is still a lot to talk about but most of the single answers to certain questions are to be answered progressively. In other cases, certain situations and traits are meant to allow the reader to be curious and think of the possibilities of what might have happened. And yes, there are even more stories. They are stored at http://pkmnstray.com/ if you want to take a look. It is a tough project and there may be some inconsistency in the stories from time to time, but that is why I really need reviews. To address the flaws, the plot holes, the cliffhangers and the such. I know this response came up a bit late but I appreciate the time you took to look over these. If you have more questions, let me know.
If anyone cares to continue reading, I decided to stop by and add the next part. Heh.
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I was born one week ago. I hardly came to meet this world, because I was already burdened with a mission. The Elder had a vision of me, for I was the one who would stop this all, bring peace back to the world. Yes, I was "the Chosen." Dialga himself arrived in a vision of the Elder, giving him this news… or so they had said. I had believed he was just an old fool, taking away my freedom, only because of a stupid dream.
Since my birth they'd been trying to train me, reach into my hidden powers, but I laughed at their attempts. I would just teleport away once they found me, and I was much faster than they were. I would rather spend time exploring this whole new world; there was just so much beauty in it, which no one seemed to realize. They just lived their lives, blind to the overwhelming beauty, covering their eyes because the light of the sunlight was too harsh for them. And they're supposed to be the smartest Pokémon of all. I often asked them why we even participated in this war. The Peacekeepers didn't want us, they're biased as they believed this dark plague had begun at our kind. So why should we still help those fools? Let them rot in their own stupidity.
Today, yet another day. I found something interesting yesterday, which I wanted to study. I'd been woken up again to continue my training, but screw them. I just teleported. This thing I found yesterday was a tree. Others would laugh at me for finding a tree so interesting, but they were blind to this beauty. Unlike the other trees in this forest, this one seemed special. It looked special, it felt special. Like I had a connection to it, he's talking to me, describing things that he had learned in all the thousands of years that he'd been here. No words or telepathic communication, no, he spoke with true words: emotions. Another day of enjoying the beauty of this world. The feelings of beauty and perfection brought me into a state of trance. I sat here all day, in meditation, enjoying the life that I'd been gifted by our dear Arceus.
Hours passed in this deep meditation. I was one with the world, one with life itself, until my trance was violently broken by a huge roar that startled me. My heart was bouncing quickly, as I focused my senses to discover where the sound came from. I could hear wings, growls, and an explosive burst of flames, coming from… the village! My eyes instantly went wide open. I teleported to a platform on the big cliff above our village, from here I could see what was going on. I saw flames, a big Light Screen covering our village, and Psybeams targeted on two flying creatures: a Salamence and an Aerodactyl, sent by the Blackclaw Dragoons, to rampage our village.
I saw several Kadabra defending our village. One part focused on holding up the Light Screen, successfully stopping the incoming Hyper Beams, Fire Blasts and Dragonbreaths; the other part tried to bring the two rampaging dragons down with Psybeams. But all the attacks missed, the two dragons had become too fast using their Agility. If only we had some stronger Pokémon in our village, but the only real powerful one seemed to be our Elder Alakazam. Thinking of him, I tried to spot him somewhere in this chaos of attacks. I spotted him, but what was he doing? He just sat there, in a deep meditation, doing absolutely nothing! I told you he's a fool!
I was now looking at the two dragons again, trying to see if any Psybeam could hit them. But they stopped their beams and attacks… what are they up to? Suddenly, they turned in a full-speed dive, an orange/purple glowing surrounding them. They broke right through the Light Screen and made a full Giga Impact on two of the defending Kadabras. That's our weak spot. They're always saying the mind's stronger than the body; and well, see the result. With the two main defending Kadabras down and the others out of their focus because of the sudden attack, the Light Screen fell. What now?
I looked at the Elder, seeing what he was doing. Still in meditation, but now something was happening. His whole body had a purple aura surrounding it. This was not only noticed by me, but apparently the Salamence had seen it too and took the opportunity now the Light Screen was down: He charged a heavy Hyper Beam and fired it at the Elder. A huge explosion erupted, smoke and dust everywhere. Yet the Elder seemed to have not even moved, and his body was glowing in the same blinding light as the Hyper Beam that hit him. The light seemed to focus to the front, firing back a Hyper Beam twice the size of the first. Mirror Coat. I?d heard of this move. Salamence, still recharging from his last attack, got fully hit by the beam and crashed down on the earth. Aerodactyl, being distracted by this sudden turn of action, got hit by a Psybeam. There was no chance of winning left for the two dragons. The devastated Aerodactyl flew to the Salamence, grabbed his neck and tail with both claws, and fled. Victory!
I decided to teleport back to the village, now that it's safe again. The wounded were being healed, the damage to the village recovered. The Elder called me. I must follow him inside his house. I seemed to be not the only one he called. Next to me were my training masters; one of the most powerful Kadabra in this village, and two other Kadabra which I had known to be very strong.
Elder: "This cannot continue this way. The time for training and preparing is over, we must act now! I summoned you all here to finish this for once and for all. You two!"
He pointed at the other two Kadabra.
Elder: "You are the strongest attacker, and you the strongest defender of our village. You will find out the lair of the Blackclaw Dragoons and stop this madness."
He then pointed at me.
Elder: "And you… you will do what Dialga has foretold you to do. Your master shall guide you in the journey to meet our once great leader, who has fallen to the will of the Shadows. You are the only one able to defeat him. Now go."
And here, this day, started my journey. For some this would be the only light in the darkness, but for me this was the beginning of my end. I would never be able to come out of this alive, and the world would have fallen anyway. I was the Chosen? No, absolutely not. False hope, that's what I was.
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