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Rise of Avalon
By:
CrystalPinkTorchic



Chapter Two- Sigils and Meteors



There were no words that could best sum up the fear flowing through the mind and body of the young boy. Five pursuers had been dogging him through the forest for the last hour, when the sun had just been setting in the sky. Now, the sky was a dark blanket of velver dotted with stars and his pursuers were still on his tail, though he had tried every trick in the book. He had tried calling attention to himself and then hiding when those who chased him came to investigate. Hiding in the bushes, he had expected that trick to work as the hunters appeared to be confounded by his diversion. That was, of course, until one of them had got a flash of inspiration to use his Pokemon in the search. He had summoned forth from the Pokeball a Pokemon called Noctowl. It was a tall and majestic bird, heavy and brown-feathered. A design of upended black triangles dotted its chest, with what looked to be a great white brow of hair atop its eyes.
Those eyes were a light red colour.

The wings were short, yet they proved to be able to support Noctowl in flight when it took to the skies, hovering above its trainers. It descended onto its master's shoulders. The face of all five pursuers were obscured by the shadows of the night and the absence of light in the clearing. The Noctowl's master, dressed in what looked to be a black uniform sporting an unidentifiable symbol like his other four companions, gave commands to the avian Pokemon.

" Noctowl, use Foresight! Target the bushes and anyone in them! " ordered his trainer in a deep, scratchy voice.

Noctowl complied, fixing its stern red eyes on the clumps of grass that were the bushes of the forest. Those red eyes began to glow with a gold color, indicating that the Flying-type Pokemon had found someone or something with its golden sight. The Foresight technique allowed the creature to get what seemed like a psychic lock on their opponent, affording them actually no chance to evade the avian's scratching claws and beating wings. In this case, Noctowl's trainer was planning on using the Foresight technique to discern if the young one they were chasing was hiding in the bushes. If so, they would try and discern just which bush he was hiding in before surprising him and taking him together. Why they were after him was a mystery even they did not know. Their bosses had just ordered them to pursue this person, on the grounds that he was important to their plans. It was all a big mystery, but they were just low-rung grunts who knew little of their superiors and their machinations.
For the handsome pay they recieved, they would have even hunted down the legendary and elusive Legendary Pokemon.

Anyhow, Noctowl was easily able to pinpoint the young boy with little effort. Its golden eyes affixed themselves on his exact location. Truly this creature's powers of psychic and mental perception were of a high excellence. Noctowl gave out a loud cry, indicating that it had found someone in the bushes. The young boy had just figured out the danger of Noctowl's Foresight technique. His mind had been clouded with fear that they would find him and capture him, and now they actually had found him! Fear continued to plague his mind as he rose from the bushes, his shirt and shorts scratched by the bush's thorns. He did a prompt about-face, turning and running away promptly. There was a brief moment of shock and surprise between the five mysterious people, then a moment of realization. Within moments, they wre running full-speed and back on his tail, bounding through the grass and trees.

That had been one of the many tricks tried by the boy in an attempt to divert attention from himself and ultimately escape his pursuers, chasing him with an almost rabid fervor. On and on they plunged through the forest, green leaves and trees rushing by them as if they were on a treadmill. As their chase continued, time passed in the night. It had been late in the night when the chase had led into the forest, and it was already well past midnight. The boy, thin and weak, was by now extremely tired. However, only his fear of those who pursued him kept him on the run. Despite that fear lending energy to his body and speed to his legs, he was still very tired. As such, he was still keen on using his tricks to stay one step ahead of those who pursued him. For example, he had tried a trick of those who were on his tail. Calling forth the Eevee that he owned, he called for the creature to use Sand-Attack. Kicking up what little dirt that lay in the grass, the creature sent it flying into the eyes of the trainers.

However, that soon came to a stop when Noctowl, all the while out of its Pokeball and flying high out of range, dove down to unleash a brutal Fly attack. The Noctowl's powerful flying tackle was enough to knock Eevee over on its side, sending it a couple of feet away. It landed on its side, out cold and easily defeated. Having sustained a brutal injury to its side by the powerful Noctowl's beak and weight, the Eevee was in pain and out cold. Meanwhile, Noctowl's trainer and his friends were only now shaking the sand out of their eyes. By the time their sight had cleared, the young boy was running away again, having recalled Eevee to his Pokeball and making full out for the woods. The boy now needed to make it to a town, any town. In addition to having to find sanctuary from these who were chasing him, he also needed to find medical attention for his Eevee. Both goals were of equal importance, but he would need to accomplish one to get the other one done.

And so he continued on, rushing through the bushes. On and on he ran, his feet tiring out as he pushed his frail body to its limits.
His ever-tireless pursuers closed in behind him, Noctowl acting as their eyes in the sky, if you will. With the Flying-type still in the sky, the five were easily able to keep up the chase. Finally, after hours and hours of the chase and multiple tricks, all of them were tired behind belief as the sun began to rise in the sky. The boy was far too tired to continue. Even his adrenaline and fear did not provide enough steam for him to continue on. However, his luck kicked in for him. He darted out of the forest to come upon a cliff overlooking a small town, a tiny little forest town. Happiness filled his very being. At long last, sanctuary and healing for his Eevee lay before him. However, the downwards path was very steep and rock-filled. Nonetheless, he was still desperate. He was prepared to start down the path when the five trainers from before burst onto the scene. The symbol on their uniforms was a large letter F.

One of them, a black-haired female with blue eyes that twinkled with mischief, laughed as she hurled a Pokeball forward to the ground. " Croconaw, go! " The Pokeball burst open, revealing a heavyset humanoid blue Pokemon with an odd blue-yellow pattern over its body. A shock of red scales covered the back of its head, as it also had a tail. " Croconaw, use the Hydro Pump attack! "

Croconaw complied, opening its mouth to unleash a very powerful high-pressure blast of water that soaked the boy's clothes. The blast was also enough to knock him backwards and down the path. Instead of tumbling down the rocky earth, however, he was tumbling into a dark and endless abyss. The five trainers above him vanished from sight as the laws of physics were bent and broken. He was tumbling forever and ever into the black abyss....

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Golden sunlight streamed into the window as Feyan sprung awake. His brown, bright eyes expressed fear and shock all in emotion. All of that coursed through his mind and soul, leaving him an extremely scared person and being. That dream of his had been haunting him for the last few days, increasing in intensity each and every day. Originally, it had been disjointed flickers of that memory, but gradually it had slowly begun to piece itself together into a recognizable sequence of events. It was as if those scenes were reels of film shown out of order, and his brain was slowly putting them together in the correct order. Originally, the visions were out of order and a bit hazy in certain areas. However, they soon were put into place and cleared up as time passed. The intensity of the visions grew and grew, until it finally became clear as it was now. Now, they had been the most clear. Now, Feyan was certain of his conclusion that these dreams were his memories of the few moments before he had lost his memory.

There were a few questions that the dream had left him with, however. Who were those five on his tail and why exactly where they chasing him? Where had the chase begun? Why was he even running towards the forest, towards the place he knew to be the town that he now rested in? All of these questions were ones that would require a lot of thought to answer. For now, all he could do is get up from this bed and go take a shower. Then, after an energizing breakfast, it would be off for a day of fun. Fayen had got a job at the town's PokeMart to pay back the Samejima family for housing him and to buy Pokemon food for his Eevee. Today was a Sunday, however. It was a day where he could relax and cavort about the town for two days, as the town store had someone else to man the counter on the weekends. That left him with a day of fun, to relax about the house reading the book " Legend of Avalon " and maybe engage in a friendly Pokemon battle with the denizens of the town. The best part was that he would have the house to himself for the day. The Samejimas would be visiting one of Masato's friends in town, another retired trainer. The two would be sharing stories the whole day, leaving him with the house to himself.

With a half-smirk on his face, Fayen rose his thin body from the bed, clad in the clothes from the night before. So tired had he been after a day of work and running around that he had just fallen asleep on the bed, pulling the covers over his body as he faded into dreamland. He was just about to pull the sheets back when a searing and terrible pain overtook his right hand. It was pulsating, feeling like a horrible and everlasting burn. On instinct, he grasped his right hand in hopes of quelling the pain. That failed, however, as the pain continued on and on. In his head, a voice echoed suddenly, coming out of nowhere and echoing within his brain. The key lies in your hand... It is your guide.... Follow it.... The meaning of the voice's statement was enigmatic, lost to him. However, he decided to go along with it and take it literally. Unclenching his left hand from his right hand, he gazed at the outer palm. Upon it was a symbol that surprised him. It was a full outline of the Legendary Pokemon Celebi, a fairy-like creature rumored to live on the Johto lands.

The pain had subsided by now, but the shock of the voice still left him confused. What exactly had just happened left him confused. This strange symbol had suddenly appeared on his outer palm, leaving him utterly confused as to what had happened. There had been a brief moment of pain, a voice echoing in his head, and then nothing. But there was still a mark on his hand. A strange mark at that, that had arrived with a burning pain. Even now that throbbing pain was still there, though at a much lesser degree than just a few minutes ago. As he rose from his bed, pulling back the covers, he gazed at his hand and tried to ponder the mystery of the mysterious burn mark, even though it was slowly starting to look more like a tattoo than a burn. Fayen pondered this mystery as he showered in the bathroom, threw his old clothes from last night in the hamper for a wash later, and then put on a new pair of clothes. They were a pair of grey shorts and an old shirt with a strange picture on it. Namely, it was of a creature that looked to be a cross between a fairy-like Pokemon and a Meowth. It was a shirt that he whole-heartedly liked wearing, even if people said things about it.

Fayen exited the room, walked out of it, and entered the living room. It had a wooden table of pine in the middle, a sofa, and a T.V against the wall. A door lay against the far side opening to the outside, with a section to the side that was considered the kitchen. Within that lay a fridge, a sink, and several other assorted items. Entering the kitchen, he promptly seized a glass and a container of milk from the fridge, along with a clear straw. Pouring the milk into the glass and putting the straw in, he strode into the living room and sat down on the couch. Using the remote left on the couch, the 18-year old boy flipped on the television, left on the news channel. Fayen was going to watch it for a few minutes, but something on the news caught his interest and he left it on.

He had caught the program just as it was on a segment about an odd object found on Mt. Silver. The backdrop was of a mountainous area, upon which a large object had smashed into. The whole thing was helter-skelter, but the object could easily be seen. It was a large object, with a symbol that looked familiar. Actually, it was large enough to be seen from there. That happened to be a symbol of a Celebi; the same symbol on his palm! He was shocked, completely shocked, enough that he only heard a fraction of the female reporter's speech. Even then, he would not be able to call it to memory, so great was his shock. Fayen shut off the T.V. in confusion, shaking his head. What was going on here? Something had crashed into the mountain, something like what lay on his hand. At this time, the voice resounded through his head again. The key lies... In your hand... The confusion was annoying, so he figured he would settle this whole thing by thinking about it outside of town.
Running back to his room, he seized Eevee's Pokeball and ran out of the house to go to that area where he could think...

END Chapter Two

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