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[Pokémon] Pokémon: The Thieves of Time

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Yusshin

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Title: Pokémon: The Thieves of Time
Author: Yusshin
Rating: PG (view individual chapter ratings as well)
Genre: Adventure; Fantasy; Random Romantic Themes; Medieval-Themed
Total Words: 18,572
Status: Abandoned
Disclaimer: Story and characters © Yusshin 2010-2011; Pokemon names and themes © Game Freak & Nintendo 1995-2011. The use and redistribution rights of this fanfiction is reserved by Yusshin. All rights reserved.

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Index:

Chapter I (PG)
Chapter II (G)
Chapter III (G)
Chapter IV (G)
Chapter V (G)
Chapter VI (G)

Setting: The Kingdom of Iris - 450 Years before the birth of Red
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Synopsis:
* Caution; the synopsis contains spoilers
** The synopsis may become outdated at some points, due to slight changes in plot development

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Character Details
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Chapter One​

Tomorrow would mark the tenth year since I had joined the Espion involuntarily, and somehow, it seemed like only yesterday I had heard the screams of my parents as they were slain by this heinous group of individuals. The event of that day had placed itself on repeat in my head that entire week: the Espion had infiltrated my home town of Acacia, murdered the townsfolk, destroyed the surrounding environment completely, and pillaged for every valuable item that hadn't been damaged during the raid. The leader of the Espion, who I have now come to know as Lumina, had ordered her crew to set the ruins ablaze and move out – that is, until a young child was brought to her attention. Somehow this child had escaped the entire incident unscathed, and instead of annihilating him as she had done with the others, she decided to recruit him as the youngest member of their infamous group.

That young child was me.

For the last decade, I have been jogging my memory in an attempt to figure out why I was spared, why this terrifying group had taken me in after slaughtering my family and friends. Ideas overwhelmed my mind, but none ever made sense. The Espion had used me for infiltration; I guessed that due to my innocent nature, no one would expect that I would be part of such a notorious group. Due to this, I could easily sneak around and collect information as to the location of the richest settlers, escape alleys, and other similar things. Although this is what the team had charged me to do, I was still left to ask why. Why me? I could never find the answer, and because of that, I was left to contemplate what unknown secret, perhaps even desire, was buried in the back of their cruel, dark minds. I felt like a caterpie surrounded by an angry, hungry flock of spearow – stunned, confused, and left to be haunted with whatever unthinkable injustices crept into my mind.

I looked down beside the chair where a black pokémon lay sleeping. It was the poochyena I received from Lumina when I was fifteen. Referred to as Khail, the poochyena seemed warm and content on the hard, clay floor.

"Shin."

It was Alari, Lumina's younger sister. I looked up at her and immediately noticed her concerned facial expression. Although she, too, was part of the Espion, she shared the same views as me in regards to the group's activities. Since the age of five, she participated in raids and ruthless pillaging of innocent settlements. Only recently, at the age of fifteen, was Alari permitted to raise and own a pokémon of her choice; the pokémon she chose was a rather small skitty of which most considered the runt of the litter. As her friend, I supported her decision, regardless of the fact that it would never grow past half the normal size of a normal, adult skitty. That was two years ago, and although the skitty never did mature to a normal size, Alari trained it in such a way that it became a dependable ally specializing in trickery and speed instead of power and defence. As she stood before me now with her runt skitty, named Nami, tight in her hug-light grasp, a grin was forced onto my face.

"Shin, are you all right?" she asked, studying my face. "All you've done today is sit in that chair; I'm starting to become worried."

"No, no, everything is fine," I replied promptly. I refused to show any hesitance, as to not raise suspicion. "I was just thinking about yesterday's raid, that's all."

Alari pulled up a chair from the table and sat in front of me. She placed skitty on her lap, it purring softly as it tucked itself into a sleeping position. It yawned, stretched a bit, and seemingly began to doze off. Alari petted the small, kitten pokémon before returning her gaze to me, a frown now sprawled across her face.

"You never think about raids," she said bluntly, inching her chair towards me. "You prefer to forget about them than to review them." She took my hand in hers and squeezed a little, staring me deep in the eyes. "What are you really thinking about? After all these years, you should know better than to try and hide things from me."

I removed my hand and slouched into the brown armchair. My two arms hung down from either side of the armrests as I relaxed my head on my shoulder. "It's the middle of autumn," my voice was rather hoarse as I spoke, "and I still haven't paid my respects to my parents. It's been nearly a decade and I haven't even gone to visit their grave."

"Oh, Shin, you need to stop thinking about tha-"

"I can't. I've already tried." I sighed heavily, depression creeping up on me. "Whenever I think about it, only one thing comes to mind. Do you know what that is?"

"What is it?"

"That the only reason I wasn't killed along with them was because I had an argument with my mother that morning, and I told her I was running away and never coming back." This caught Alari off-guard, it appeared, for her head flinched and her eyes widened. "But you know what, Alari? I did come back. I forgave my mother, and I came back home, but what did I find when I returned?" There was silence, for both of us knew the answer.

The adolescent gently placed Nami on the floor beside her chair and stood up, walked over behind me, and began massaging my shoulders. Khail awoke now, aware of the kitten pokémon that had been placed in its grasp. The pokémon snarled menacingly.

"Shin, Shin, Shin." She pronounced my name in a tone similar to that of a teacher giving a lesson. "You need to put that behind you; you can't change what happened, and you can't go back in time. You should live for the present and not dote on the past."

I leaned forward slightly and brought myself to my feet. Alari hesitantly placed her hands at her sides, fiddling with the bottom of her grey, ragged shirt. I stared hatefully into the fire that flickered not too far from where I was standing. That fire, so calm yet so violent, was the cause of this. It engulfed my past and left only ashes and remnants of what used to exist. The only vivid image left of Acacia was the one I saw everyday in my memory.

Placing Alari's chair back into its position at the table, I said firmly, "I can't just erase my past. Maybe you've erased yours, but I won't erase mine." I looked at Alari with an icy gaze, one that screamed with apathy. "It's all I have left."

With that, I picked up Khail and swiftly departed the room, closing the old, wooden door behind me carelessly. The force used to slam the door had shook the bookshelves enough to topple a few dusty, old books onto the hard, concrete floor. I could have cared less at that point; I just needed to get away.

Yes, away. Far away.

I stopped at a window in the corridor and looked out towards the South. I couldn't see anything, for the entire Espion fortress was covered in a thick fog. If you weren't familiar with the area, you would easily become lost within it, especially if a storm were to arise. The only recognizable sound in the area was that of the relentless crashing of the sea waves against the harbour and the jagged rocks surrounding the hide-out. On a small strip of sand in front of a stone staircase lay rocks, shells, and occasionally, a random pokémon, such as krabby or corphish. A stone dock breached the fog and led out to sea; tied to it, the Espion's ship, named the Eclipse, could be left safely unmonitored. The monstrous boat with the tall, white masts and the lapras-shaped figure carved into the bow was a gorgeous sight to behold, until you noticed the white flag with the image of a shadowed kecleon fluttering in the wind ever so silently. The black kecleon was the trademark of the Espion and represented the technique they were most famous for: camouflage. Although it wasn't the most creative of signatures, its symbolization definitely had depth.

As for the fortress itself, it was rather plain. No trees grew here due to lack of sunlight; the absence of greenery made the site depressing and cold. The fortress was large and occupied most of the island's mass. The entire thing was made of cold, grey clay instead of lumber due to an absence of supplies. With flat roofs and glassless windows, the entire building itself seemed to be better fit in a museum as a historical artifact, and not serving as a fortress for a pack of thieves and pillagers. When I enquired about its construction, I was told by Lumina's right-hand man, Dast'n, that Lumina's great-great grandfather had kidnapped people from all over the kingdom of Iris to labour and toil at its creation. Even children were forced to extract clay from the surrounding areas day and night to provide the necessary material to create the walls, floors and roof. He told me it took a total of three years to complete and by that time, most of the labourers had become sick from malnutrition or had contracted gangrene from kneeling in a wet environment for so long. He seemed amused by this, for as he recounted it to me, his eyes were sparkling sadistically. I was forced to excuse myself due to an intolerance for such inhumanity.

A grim expression suddenly came across my face. Escape had always been a thought that had crossed my mind, but I always ruled it out, for it would be impossible to swim the length of the sea without drowning. I didn't have a boat nor a water pokémon, and stealing the ship would cause an alarm. Escape always seemed like such a hopeless thought, and even now it's still a hopeless thought, yet I constantly reflect back to it, as if it's somehow possible, but I'm not seeing it.

"I think I can help." It was Alari. Skitty mewed softly in her arms.

"What are you talking about?" I growled at her, then spat. Khail began to snarl as well. "You don't even know what I'm thinking."

Alari was stubborn, however. The reply that came was both intriguing and bewildering.

"Come with me."

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We were outside now; the cold, brisk, northern wind brushed against my face and sent a chill running down my spine. Khail, too, didn't seem to appreciate the sudden change in temperature. Alari, who was dressed in the Espion's female costume, didn't seem at all bothered by the chilly weather. Instead, she was cheerful, but alert. Her skitty was also very aware of its environment, for at the slightest sound, its ears would perk up and it'd look around hesitantly. Its muscles would tense up until it reassured itself that nothing posed a threat. At that point, it would relax, and continue to walk on Alari's heels as she strolled casually along. The fog posed an advantage for us, for our navy-blue and grey uniforms camouflaged well with it. As I sidled alongside the rocky cliff of the island, I caught a glance at myself in the water and felt sick. Here I was at the Espion's hide-out wearing their costume. The feelings of shame, embarrassment, and disgust hit me all at once and I suddenly had a compelling urge to vomit.

The costume itself wasn't hideous, however. Male team members wore a pair of grey slacks sporting the group's signature kecleon at its heel and each had their own individual, navy-blue shirt with the black kecleon on its back. They also wore black boots most of the time and, under regulation, anyone with long hair was required to tie it in a ponytail. As for females, they were given a pair of grey caprices to wear, as well as a navy-blue skirt to go over it. Their shirts were grey and long-sleeved; it, too, sported the black pokémon logo on the back. For shoes, females generally wore black boots which rose a bit further up the leg than those of the males, and they also appeared less bulky and more slim. All costumes were done by hand by Lumina's mother, Raëlle, and everyone took great care of it as to not upset both Lumina and her mother. The costumes were simple and identical, but everyone feared the sight of them.

Along with their pokémon, members of the Espion are required to always have their sword on-hand, and if necessary, a light shield tempered from iron strapped to their back. The males and the females of the Espion both wore their thin, sharp swords in sheaths on their backs. The sheaths were of a variety of colours; some were black, others were blue, and some were even white. The colour of the sheath didn't really matter; the colour of the hilt did, however, for all Espion-related swords have silver, black, and navy blue hilts. For not only did pokémon battle pokémon in this era, but swords were mandatory to battle other people. One could not solely rely on their pokémon to deal with both the human enemies and the pokémon foes. Regardless of the fact that the Espion is considered an evil operation, team work is very important and recognized as one of the key factors of winning during a mission. If one is not in sync with their pokémon, one will fail. That's one of the valuable lessons you're taught the first day on the field.

"Shh! Stay still!" Alari hissed at me, pressing her back against the wall of the cliff and staring up. I, too, gazed towards the sky and noticed a member of the Espion patrolling the area on top of the rocks. I petted my poochyena on the head a bit to keep it from howling. He didn't seem to notice us, yet we waited. Finally, the man walked away, unaware of our presence down below.

"Phew..." The young adolescent let out a sigh of relief. "I thought he'd never leave."

Hesitantly, I glanced back towards where the man had been, and then levelled my view. Alari had already started to advance in front of me and I quickly, but quietly, followed suit. The ground beneath soon became overlapped with harmless waves which licked at my feet. To prevent Nami from crying out, Alari picked it up and carried it in her arms, petting it to help it understand that it's safe from harm. As the water soon approached my knees, I found it difficult to keep Khail still. Alari also seemed to have a problem with her skitty, although it was definitely more severe than with poochyena. Luckily, there wasn't much farther to go. As the water edged towards my waist, a black form appeared against the fog. It didn't seem very inviting, yet that's exactly where Alari was headed.

As we approached, the form of a small rowboat became more and more recognizable. I looked at Alari with a startled expression before saying:

"Where did you get this?"

"A while ago, I found it drifting at sea," she explained excitedly. "There was no one in it; I just assumed that it got detached from the mainland harbour and floated over here." She was grinning like a child who had just received an unexpected gift from someone.

"That seems highly unlikely."

"Who cares? We have it, don't we?"

I frowned. Technically she was right, but I still wasn't too convinced on the matter.

Alari, however, was more than reassured. She was confident. Before I could object, she had already climbed into the boat and was seated in it with skitty. Skitty began to meow in fear; the girl quickly silenced it, though, with pets that stroked from her nose to her back.

"See? It's stable, too. I'm sure you can use it, Shin."

I frowned before reluctantly placing Khail into the boat. It sat up on one of the benches and stared into the water. It then whimpered, as if its own reflection had frightened it, and began to cower beneath the bench. I hoisted myself up, drenched from waist down, into the boat and sat on the bench opposite Alari, almost capsizing the boat in the process. As I looked around and tested the boat's buoyancy, Alari addressed me.

"Well?" was the impatient word that followed.

"It seems stable," I admitted, fiddling with one of the paddles, "but I don't know. I'd love to be able to row to shore and escape this heathen place, but the onshore surveillance is hefty during this time. If we ever were to have any chance whatsoever of escaping successfully, we would have to..." I paused and shook my head, my black hair glistening from the collection of moisture due to fog. "We'd have to depart at night, and that's too dangerous. I wouldn't make it to shore."

"I have faith in you, Shin."

"Sometimes faith isn't enough."

"Well, it should be. In a situation like this, faith is all you have." She placed Nami on the floor and stood up, water dripping off her clothing and into the boat. She then looked at me with mournful eyes. "Shin..." she began to say, but I cut her off.

"I'll try," I stated stiffly. "I'd rather risk my life for freedom than live my life in chains." I looked up at her and smirked. "Anyplace is better than here after all."

Alari smiled joyfully. "Great! I'm so glad!" she exclaimed, clutching her hands together. "I was worried a bit that you would reject, but I knew you would come around. Now we just need to get you ready and wait for nightfall. You'll need food, supplies, pokéfood..."

"But wait! Aren't you coming with me?" I enquired abruptly, noticing her selflessness.

To my dismay, Alari shook her head. "I can't go; that would be too peculiar." She sat back down in the boat, as to stop the endless tilting that plagued the boat while she stood. "I sleep near my sister's bedroom after all. She'll be waiting for me to come to bed, and if I don't show up, she'll search the entire fortress from head to toe looking for me."

I thought about this for a moment, and then concurred. Lumina was cruel and vile with everyone else in the Espion, but when it came to her mother or her sister Alari, Lumina was as loyal as one could possibly be. When I first learnt of this a few years ago, I didn't believe it until Alari went swimming and Lumina thought she had become the victim of a gyarados or another hazard, such as a whirlpool. Until Alari was found, Lumina was the most distraught human being I had ever seen – and it makes me wonder how she can live with herself knowing she separates children from their parents permanently at least once a month.

Poochyena's stomach suddenly growled. It crawled out from beneath the bench and pulled itself onto my lap, nudging me for a something delightfully tasty. Alari noticed this and got out of the boat nimbly. She then grabbed her skitty and held it tightly, wincing as the terrified kitten penetrated its claws into her skin. I attempted to follow her, but Alari stopped me.

"Stay here, Shin," she told me with a firm tone, forcefully re-seating me with one hand. "I'll come back soon."

"But..."

"No 'buts'," Alari told me strictly, glaring into my eyes. "Just trust me."

I relaxed, convinced, for Alari's glare was both menacing and serious simultaneously. I cast her a soft gaze as she backed away slowly, and then turned completely as to be able to see where she was going. Khail laid down on my lap and sighed, snorting temperamentally.

"Just trust me." I contemplated these words as Alari disappeared from sight and left me in a state of unawareness. I didn't know how long she would be or what she was planning on doing. She just said to trust her.

So I would.

End Chapter

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Yusshin

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Yup :] Proof-reading is always great; I changed the title to "Thieves of Time" because now that I reflect on the storyline, it makes more sense than "Eternity" :s but the forum still shows it as being the "Thieves of Eternity".

Ticks me off.

Reviews are nice o; (*says this for later when I have more chapters obviously*)
 
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"my voice was a bit hoarse from having not drank anything the entire day"

Shouldn't it be "drinking"?

Other than that little bit I noticed, the story is interesting.
 

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Zet said:
"my voice was a bit hoarse from having not drank anything the entire day"
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It's a past sentence, due to having a present participle before it. "having not drinking" wouldn't make sense, and if it did, it would relate to the present, when the sentence is meant to refer to having not consumed liquid all day.

Shin said:
The storyline is pretty good but.... YOU NAMED YOUR CHARACTER SHIN!
Shin? As in the pubic region?
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Shin as in:

Yusshin

Originally, I had another name for the character, but I cancelled that name at the last moment :s because when the story turned into the main character being part of an evil organization, a plot turn I wasn't expecting initially when I chose the character's name, it looked racist. Thus, instead of using my fiance's name, I used his screen-name from an MMORPG - Shin - which makes up the last syllable of my username. "Shin" means between Heaven and Hell, and is not the part of the body you're referring to lolol it's actually a well-known name, especially if you're familiar with Hokuto no Ken.

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Zet said:
Other than that little bit I noticed, the story is interesting.
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Thanks Zettuuuu *.*
 
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Chapter Two

Before-Chapter Notes: Sorry my chapters are so short; I want to expand on them, but 5-10 pages in Open Office takes a while to write. Apologies for that.

Chapter Two​

I must have fallen asleep, for when I awoke, it was already night. My reflection no longer mirrored my image as I leaned over the side of the boat; instead, I stared into a black, sombre liquid that moved so rarely that one could mistake it for ice. Poochyena was fast asleep on my lap, pawing at my slacks in its slumber as it dreamt peacefully.

Looking around, I noticed just how insanely dark it was in the middle of the sea at night. Before, I hadn't paid much attention to such minor details; however, now that I planned to voyage at sea, the idea of being alone in the dark while traversing the sea with a small, measly rowboat was really not tempting at all.

Maybe this isn't such a good idea, I thought to myself, observing the sea with fearful intrigue. All alone out in the middle of the sea... What if a storm arises, or a pokémon capsizes the boat? I'd be done for.

I bit my lip, causing it to bleed slightly. I ignored it. My eyes shifted as I searched hastily for any sign of Alari. There was none. The silence and the wait combined was enough to drive me mad, and yet, I was voluntarily preparing myself to cross a dark, ominous sea at night.

Something poked me from behind.

I froze and slowly turned my head in its direction.

"I'm back." Alari's voice never sounded more comforting.

I relaxed and scratched my head nervously. "Finally! I waited for hours!" I said crossly, the young girl climbing into the boat. In her arms were two loaves of bread, a cup of vegetable soup, and a bag full of coins. The loaves of bread were a bit stale-looking but remained edible; the vegetable soup appeared to be newly prepared from dinner; and the coins, called pokécent, were the currency of the kingdom of Iris and came in silver, bronze, and gold. Bronze signified one pokécent; silver signified ten pokécent, and gold signified one hundred pokécent. She handed it to me and watched as poochyena, with its phenomenal sense of smell, instantly awoke and panted for food. I handed it a piece of bread and watching as the small, dark-type pokémon inhaled its food. I took a drink from the cup of vegetable stew and bit into the bread.

"I assume you ate already then?" It wasn't a question exactly, since I knew the answer and my tone of voice reflected that.

Alari nodded. "Nami's back in my room eating as well; I figured it'd be wiser to leave it there, since I had so much stuff to carry."

I wiped some crumbs off my chest and gave some more bread to the hungry pokémon at my feet. There was a sudden gust of wind that rocked the boat slightly, causing the alarmed dark pokémon to raise its head. It looked around, listening to the sound of the wind as it danced around the rocks. I scratched it behind the ears and took another gulp of my soup.

The girl, however, seemed a little uneasy. Her eyes were continuously flashing from one side to the other, silently monitoring the area.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her, becoming nervous myself.

She frowned. "No, I'm just wary, that's all," came the soft reply. "I want to make sure that everything's absolutely perfect before you depart."

I nodded once in confirmation. "The sun is down, though; before you came, had the rest of the team already eaten?"

"They were just finishing up, yes." Alari shivered a bit, the combination of the night and the chilled wind finally affecting her. She picked up poochyena, who had recently finished consuming its bread, and cuddled it a bit. "I do hope you and Khail won't get cold. I should have brought a sweater or something along with me."

"It's all right; I'm content with having at least a full stomach."

"Right..." She set Khail on her lap and began stroking it fondly. I could tell she was concerned, so I leaned forward in the rocking, unsteady boat and looked her in the eyes.

"I'll be fine." I tried to comfort her with my words, but when I noticed that it wasn't working, I took her by the shoulders and gave her a friendly shake. By this time, I had finished my soup and the cup lay empty on the bottom of the boat. "You don't have to worry about me. I know it's dangerous out there, but trust me, all right? I'll make it."

Her sapphire eyes were empty and it was obvious she was thinking deeply about something. I held my stern gaze for a while before sighing and returning to the bench, disappointed. I watched as Khail playfully pawed at the water, licked its fur, and coughed due to not expecting the salty flavour.

"It's just..." My eyes raised although hers remained staring at the floorboards. "Well, after knowing you for ten years, Shin... We've done everything together since then, and as I sit here imagining what sailing, raiding, and pillaging would be without you there... It may sound silly, but it makes me feel empty, as if I'm trapped in an endless dimension where walking gets you nowhere, and turning around doesn't return you to where you started." She sighed, her voice quivering. She placed poochyena on the floor and gazed up at me, watching my hair be pushed sideways roughly by the wind. I could feel her examining my body; my brown eyes, my lightly tanned skin due to constant sun exposure, and my abundant, black hair which took ten minutes to groom properly everyday were engraving themselves into her photographic memory. "When I found this boat drifting ashore the other day, I thought to myself 'With this, Shin can finally leave this treacherous place', but at the same time, my heart sank. If you leave, Shin, I'll be so lonely, but if you don't take advantage of this opportunity, you may never have another, and you'll always be miserable."

I could understand Alari's selfish desires, and on the other hand, I admired her selflessness for having shown me the boat anyway, regardless of her initial sentiments about it. Alari may have her mother and her older sister around to talk to, but the rest of the team were ignorant prudes who preferred to sit around and chuck books into the fireplace rather than read them. Alari, on the other hand, was educated and charming. When she wasn't with the Espion terrorizing towns and villages, she was often in the library (a place the rest of the crew referred to as the "fire supply room") of the fortress reading or practising her cursive writing. I was frequently with her. The novels that stocked the shelves of the library were the only bit of freedom I had, and reading them lightened my heart.

Lumina encouraged her sister's linguistic abilities and was supportive of her desire to read and to write. Alari viewed her sister's enthusiasm as an example of the true personality of her sister; I, on the other hand, perceived it as Lumina trying to take advantage of her younger sibling. Lumina wasn't the best writer, and she certainly didn't enjoy reading, thus her sister's ability to tolerate books and to write so well were highly appreciated, especially when writing ransom notes or when wondering about the geography of the next target settlement. Because of the difference in interests in comparison to the rest of the team, Alari often felt alienated, and came to either her skitty, Nami, for company, or to me when I was available. Leaving would leave Alari with only her pokémon to comfort her loneliness.

The boat rocked a bit as a stray wave disturbed the water's surface. In the distance, a pokémon of an indeterminable species emerged from the water rapidly and created a misty arc as it plunged back in.

"I guess you should be going," Alari said quietly, climbing out of the boat. She stared at the water that climbed just below her breasts, darkening her costume.

"Alari..."

Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Oh! I almost forgot..." She exclaimed, reaching into her pocket. I wasn't sure what she was searching for, but I recognized it when her hand emerged from the black abyss. It was a soft, sphere-like gemstone known as iolite; attached to a chain, the blue-stoned necklace was a family heirloom of mine, and the only remaining, physical memory of my life before the Espion. She handed it to me and closed my hand firmly around it. "I know you gave this to me, Shin, but I want you to have it back. It's precious to you, and I know you'll regret not having it with you when you visit your mother's tomb."

I looked at her and slowly tightened my grasp on the object. Poochyena cocked its head, bewildered, and stared at the ball-like stone that I held firmly in my hand. Removing my hand from hers, I placed the necklace around my neck where it hung perfectly. I tucked it into my shirt, tears burning the sides of my eyes as I remembered my mother's joyous expression when she gave the stone to me for my eighth birthday. She had invited all of my friends from school and all of our neighbours to celebrate my special day; she had even baked a wondrous vanilla cake with chocolate icing for the event. Although everyone was only served a small piece, the event had been successful and full of smiles and laughs. Holding it now, appreciating the generosity and kindness of this young woman for having returned it to me, I felt stronger than ever.

I embraced Alari abruptly, feeling compelled to do so. The boat rocked slightly and tipped a bit as all my weight was focused onto the port. Alari was stunned for a moment, but hugged me back in return without contemplation. Both of us avoided the sheaths of our swords during the embrace as to prevent any possible injuries, for the sheaths weren't of the best quality.

I stroked her dark blonde hair and released her from the hug. I looked at her solemnly, the words "I'll miss you" creeping out of my mouth.

"I'll miss you, too," was the equally solemn reply I received.

I watched as Alari began to detach the rope from the rock that posed as an anchor. Poochyena whined a bit as the boat became more unstable than ever. Gentle waves lapped against the side of the rowboat, beckoning us out to sea. I grabbed the paddle and set it on my lap, poochyena cowering beneath the bench opposite to me.

Tightly holding the back of the boat, the young woman said softly, "I'll help push you out. From then on, you'll need to use the paddle. You know the way, don't you?"

I nodded. "After all those trips in the ship, I've come to memorize it," I responded, looking out at the sea. I reverted my view back to her pale, shadowed face. "Thank-you, Alari, for everything you've done for me."

She raised one of her hands and waved it back and forth in a negative, nervous fashion. "No, no, it was my pleasure," she laughed, blushing a little. It was obvious that she was still uneasy. She placed her hand back on the boat. "I just want you to be happy, Shin," Alari murmured quietly.

I paused, and took a gentle hold of her chin. "I'll come back for you," I promised her, giving her a very serious gaze. She stared at me. "I promise I'll come back for you, so wait for me."

She nodded and, after I removed my hand, Alari began to push the boat out into sea. The water slowly rose up her body as the sand began to give way beneath her. As it crept up her neck, she gave a forceful push, gliding the boat into the sea beyond her reach. I dropped the paddle into the water and began to displace the salty liquid with rhythmical, powerful thrusts. Water splashed into the boat and poochyena yelped and shook itself off. I grinned at him, and then looked back at Alari who was looking out at me. I waved to her. The urge to yell "Goodbye" enveloped me, but I repressed it into a whisper that only I could hear.

Alari waved back to me. She never turned away. She just watched as the fog swallowed me up.

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Before now, I had never really used a rowboat, and I only came to realize how difficult it was to keep it steady and to actually navigate it. I understood the basic gesture – stroke to the starboard side, then stroke to the port side – but it was a lot harder to accomplish than one would imagine, especially since the sea's waves were brushing against the rowboat roughly and pushing it in various directions. Water frequently infiltrated the boat, and my poochyena, obviously not pleased at the sight of it, began to growl ferociously.

"Shh, Khail," I hissed at the frightened pokémon harshly. Poochyena quieted down after locking with my intense glare. "Good boy." I looked around at the surroundings; water was all I could see. The fog blinded my view beyond a few meters and I squinted my eyes, trying to see as far as possible. I sighed and relaxed my eyes. The fog was particularly thick tonight. Navigating would be more difficult than I had imagined.

Frowning, I advanced slowly and cautiously through the waters. The fog caused my hair to become drenched; however, it also hid the fact I was sweating. Using the paddle was exercise for my muscles, and although I enjoyed a good work-out, the environment wasn't too comfortable. I winced at every stroke of the paddle, my arms becoming tired to the point where I placed the paddle in the boat and handed my fate temporarily to the sea. As it rocked me out to sea, I rested my arms, tired from exerting so much energy on the small, paddle handle. With my head thrown back, I closed my eyes and listened to the sea and its sounds; the splashes of the wild pokémon at play rang in my ears, the crisp wind of autumn threatened to freeze my hair, and the gentle laps of the water created a soothing lullaby that could have lulled me to sleep.

After a few minutes of rest, I decided to use the paddles again. I had been out at sea for at least thirty minutes already, and it wasn't as terrible as I had first imagined. The only thing that really bothered me was the eerie darkness. Glancing back and forth, I searched desperately for the Cave of Echos, a cavern located on its own island that made a creepy sound when the wind blew from the West. This cavern was important to navigating the sea, for it marked the turning point in direction. At the moment, I was travelling towards the South; at the Cave of Echos, however, I would need to shift your direction towards the East or I would enter the Sailor's Graveyard. It was the cemetary of the sea; many had lost their lives and ships due to collision with the rocks in that area.

Suddenly, poochyena began to growl and snap its jaw. I gestured for it to stop, but it refused, and kept snarling in the direction behind me. I frowned and turned my body around, noticing nothing peculiar. All I saw was fog; yet this tiny pokémon was overzealous for something located behind us.

Then it emerged.

A sharpedo – but not just any sharpedo. Its bizarre, unique colouring of purple gills suggested it belonged to a certain villain. Its teeth were sharp like tiny saws, prepared to rip my fragile, little boat apart. Sharpness wasn't exclusive to its teeth, however; its gills, mocking the colour of amethyst, were also incredibly jagged, and contact with the wooden boat would instantly put an end to my voyage.

"Lumina." I certainly wasn't expecting her to know of my disappearance so soon, or at least, that she would come looking for me at such a rapid pace. I quickly flipped my body around to face forward and began to paddle fiercely, exerting as much energy as I could on the paddle as to progress as fast as possible. I could hear Lumina laughing behind me hysterically, amused at this modified version of the game "cat and mouse".

"So you thought you could escape?" she cackled, her soaked, brown hair tied in a striped bandana. Behind her and her sharpedo came two rowboats, probably lowered from the main ship, filled with members of the Espion. Alari was not present.

I continued to paddle as fast as I could, but I could feel Lumina and her gang catching up. Khail began to yelp and snarl at the advancing sharpedo, trying in vain to intimidate it. A bright light suddenly appeared behind us and I watched my shadow crawl across the bottom of the boat. Poochyena howled and I looked behind me. My jaw dropped.

"No one betrays the Espion!" Lumina yelled. "Sharpedo! Hyper Beam!"

The light that had built up in the pokémon's mouth was released. I grabbed the dark pokémon in my arms and threw myself overboard into the sea. Above, the rowboat was obliterated into sawdust. Lumina's laughter slowly faded away, and so did I.
 
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Okay, okay. I understand. :)
There are some pretty good chapters you are creating. Shin's (duh!) character is great.
 

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I just finished Chapter One and yes, I have some reviews for you:

-Great Story, I love it. The descriptions and the storyline...I feel as if this could be made into a real book, not considering copyright or something. By the way, it's not corfish, it's Corphish.
Post this at the end of your story to get more views:

-Sdsoplasma's Fanfiction Award to Pokemon, Thieves of Time.

The award is in the attachments. It's a bit sketchy, I'm not good at Paint, but it'll work. Plus, I only give this award to the best of the best. I'm a developing writer, but my stories aren't so hot so far(See Pokemon: The Return Chapter One). I promise Chapter Two will be better.
 

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Thanks, The Silver Prince. I really enjoy comments and feedback, positive or negative :]

And darkpokeball, I fixed the Corphish error. Thanks for pointing it out. As for the reward, I appreciate it. Thanks a lot.

I'm just over 1/3 done Chapter Three, so expect it in a few hours (approximately three; it's a chapter with a lot of details, so :s)
 
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Hey look, it's that review you asked me to do. ;D

Before I get into the technical aspects of writing, characterization and general plot stuff, I have a few grammar notes that I made. Because you know, even the best of writer's can't catch every single mistake. :O
Poochyena awoke now, aware of the kitten pokémon that had been placed in its grasp. Khail snarled menacingly.
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In this sentence, you should name Khail first then Poochyena. It makes your readers stumble slightly because usually the subject is referred to with a proper noun before the author refers to it with a common noun to avoid redundancy.

For instance, I would say, "Delia bought some eggs. She then proceeded to throw them at her neighbor." as opposed to, "She bought some eggs. Delia began to throw them at her neigbour."

I believe you already know this, but maybe you made a mistake since you mentioned Khail somewhere at the beginning. Since you did that, and had a few paragraphs before mentioning him again, it would be okay to use 'Khail' again. Unless of course, they were mentioned in sentences adjacent to each other.
I leaned forward slightly and brought myself to my feet. Rinslet hesitantly placed her hands at her sides, fiddling with the bottom of her grey, ragged shirt. I stared heinously into the fire that flickered not too far from where I was standing. That fire, so calm yet so violent, was the cause of this. It engulfed my past and left only ashes and remnants of what used to exist. The only vivid image left of Acacia was the one I saw everyday in my memory.
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I don't get how heinously can be an adverb for staring.

And now to the rest of it:

Plot Notes
While I'm not particularly a fan of fiction set in medieval times, neither liking nor disliking it –being a more contemporary and or science-fiction person myself, I found myself reading your fic for your writing style that's kind of rare to see with new writers on PC. Indeed, most who write like this soon find the FFL afterwards and then you know, they settle in and generally get regarded as veterans or such, but I'm rambling here. Anyway, for the first chapter, your exposition was excellent, having captured the moment perfectly. I like how you described most things in detail while not getting carried away with describing non-essential elements of the story. Right now, I'm not sure where the plot is going though I do have a few inklings and I also might be wrong. Nothing much happened in chapter 2 except for some sentimental scene of which I'm amazed at how well you pulled it off. Kudos to you. :D

An excellent twist at the end of chapter 2 with Lumina finding out about the escape attempt. At this point, I'm hoping for some sort of betrayal from Rinslet though that's just my sadistic side speaking. The way you write almost emulates the style of published writers, but I guess it's expected after having written two novels huh. Anyway, as I said, the plot's flowing smoothly and I have no complaints. You haven't abused any clichés, only the occasional trope(which is acceptable) and the story is original.

Characterization
While the characters aren't the epitome of originality (I don't blame you for that though since one hundred percent originality is almost impossible these days due to the fact that almost every archetype has been used at least five times in mainstream media.) I do like how you portray them. The tragic protagonist bit was handled nicely and Rinslet (Do you watch Black Cat?) seems like the type of character that fits the Onee-Sama/Cool Big Sis trope. It's an unlikely pairing, hopefully non-romantic-- but I won't discourage you, and you exposed their relationship perfectly. The protagonist, Shin, seems a bit too serious for his age, but I guess that's to be expected with what he's been through. As I've said, I'm not exactly sure of how you're going to do your plot, but I can say that I'm curious of how Shin fits into all this. I'm expecting something nice what with your intriguing title(which you can ask Astinus to change by the way.).

That last part seemed too coincidental so again, I'm wondering on whether Rinslet's involved, but that's just me being paranoid.


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Anyway, nice chapter and I look forward to more. You don't have that many problems so I'm sure you'll fare well. Good luck.
 

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Yay *.* A review.

I'll fix that Poochyena bit, sure. As for the heinously, it's a fancy word for "hatefully". Since the fire was the cause of Acacia, his hometown, being burned to the ground, he despises it, and stares hatefully / heinously at it.

Does that make more sense?

Also, I don't know what "Black Cat" is xD I took my nickname "Rin" and added something to the end :s to make it not one syllable.

I'm glad you enjoyed *.* I'm 1/2 way done Chapter Three. I hope you'll read it, too.
 
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Yusshin said:
I'll fix that Poochyena bit, sure. As for the heinously, it's a fancy word for "hatefully". Since the fire was the cause of Acacia, his hometown, being burned to the ground, he despises it, and stares hatefully / heinously at it.
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Oh, I knew what heinous meant, it's just that I don't think it fits in the context since Heinous isn't usually used to described looking at something. Here, it seems like the act of staring was heinous which really makes no sense. What I suggest is to use hatefully since hate can be directed as opposed to heinous which is really just an adjective.
Also, I don't know what "Black Cat" is xD I took my nickname "Rin" and added something to the end :s to make it not one syllable.
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Rinslet Walker, from Black Cat (Anime/Manga).
 

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I'll change it to hatefully or scornfully, if that makes better sense for the reader :]

And lol @ Rinslet; I didn't know that. And how ironic that she's a thief, too :s

Thanks for the comments :3
 

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Chapter Three

Before-Chapter Notes: This is my longest chapter with almost 5000 words! That's almost double the length of my normal chapters; I hope you enjoy. Even at 5000 words, though, I feel it's short :s

And yes, the spoon wasn't invented yet.

Chapter Three​

A sandshrew prodded at the door gently with its sharp, white claw. Behind it, a mature couple were putting on their coats and preparing to take their mouse pokémon out for a midnight stroll. Knowing how much the pokémon enjoyed the sand, the couple, around the age of fifty, had decided to treat it to a night escapade beside the sea.

"Ho, ho, look at Asmar," chuckled the man, his face scrunching up to reveal wrinkles.

"It always did enjoy its walks," replied the woman, smiling. She doused the fire, silently crackling away in the fireplace, with a bucket of water and watched as the ghostly fumes rose up the flue and escaped into the open air.

Asmar's ears perked at the sound of its name. It hobbled over to the woman and looked up at her, following her every movement. She patted its head twice before walking over to her husband and handing him a black scarf. She wrapped a white one around her own neck and put on her shoes, the man following suit.

As soon as they were fully dressed, they opened the door and were enveloped by the cool, sea breeze. The difference in temperature compared to indoors was evident, and the couple were glad that they had dressed themselves appropriately. Asmar bolted outside on all fours in anticipation. Excited, it began to run around aimlessly in the tall, dry grass. It glanced frequently over at its owners who were walking on the stone path leading towards the beach, the small cabin built from maple wood gradually shrinking into the distance as they progressed. Sandshrew followed them, an eager aura emitting from it as its eyes sparkled in the brume. In the distance stood a tall lighthouse which brightened the shore, causing the mist to brighten up and form silhouettes of objects located on the beach. The light was said to be the bright glow of a magmar's skin.

At the bottom of the rocky cliff lay the sand and the sea. The waves were giant, white sheets on a dark, blue mattress. The cliff, acting as a durable headboard, was pummelled constantly by its force, causing erosion to occur over time. Below, emerging from the dark water, were giant, sharp rocks that posed as a threat to any ships in the area. Built on top of that cliff was their house. Although technically part of the small town Vicinia, it was far enough away to have deemed it a rural residence. The couple referred to the area as their "little piece of paradise", for the lack of ships, the heavenly sea breeze, and the exclusiveness in general enticed them so.

Happily digging holes in the sand was Asmar. The ground pokémon was enjoying itself thoroughly, tossing sand in the air and chasing the tide. The pokémon appeared to be amusing itself greatly with the tide; as it came in, it would jump away quickly. It continuously giggled to itself, as if mocking the sea for being incapable of trapping him in its aquatic grasp.

The woman smiled gently and tightened her grasp on the man's hand. She looked at him and lay her head on his shoulder, the man releasing his hand from her grip as to wrap it around her waist and pull her closer. With every breath, a white puff of vapour escaped their mouths and joined the mist hanging in the autumn air.

The sound of the waves was melodious, and at that moment, the woman felt like she was in a dream. She glanced up at the man and admired his attractive details; his greyed, blonde hair extending down his back and tied in place with a long piece of grass, his stern, facial expression that allowed people around him to know he was thinking hard about something, and, of course, his jade eyes which had softened over the years were just some of his visible features. Her husband, Murrey, was raised to be a proud, hard-working man, and his behaviour and comportment definitely reflected it. Even now, in the presence of no one but his wife, he held his head high.

Her eyes trailed over to where Asmar was examining a stone. It promptly threw it away, chattering to itself in disdain. As another wave crashed against the sand, its ears perked up, and it scampered away into the thick fog.

"Asmar!" The woman lifted her head from Murrey's shoulder and stalled. She looked up at her husband who was frowning.

"I wonder what that little guy is doing.." he thought to himself, his hand beneath his chin as he watched curiously.

With a worried expression on her face, his wife stated impatiently, "Come on, Murrey. We need to go find him; it's dangerous in the fog."

The man nodded and took his wife's hand before beginning to walk deeper into the blinding fog. With damp clothes and concerned hearts, the couple searched for their precious ground pokémon frantically, calling its name often and waiting for a response. Nothing. The sandshrew's chattering never reached their ears.

"Oh, Murrey, what if in this fog, it got dragged into the sea and we can't hear it?" she wailed, imagining the ground pokémon suffering as it drowned beneath the unforgiving waves of the sea.

"Now, now, Ella," said Murrey gently, grasping her hand tighter. "I'm sure Asmar is fine. He probably just smelled something of interest and decided to investigate."

"But what if it injured itself?"

"I'm sure it's just fine, dear; after all, there's no one else out here and..."

Murrey's voice trailed off as he stopped abruptly.

"What is it?" Ella looked at him, confused. "We don't have-"

"Shh!"

Startled, the woman dropped her gaze and looked around. Noticing nothing out of the ordinary, she looked back at her husband, whose facial expression had changed from grim to relief.

"Is something the matter?" She asked hastily, obviously puzzled.

There was a pause before Murrey said quietly, "Do you hear that?"

The woman stopped for a moment and then looked in front of her. She began to concentrate, focusing her hearing on any remote sound that emitted from the darkness. Her eyes gleamed and her frown turned into a smile as the sound of chattering reached her ears. The two rushed forward and slowly, the silhouette belonging to their beloved sandshrew created an opaque image against the fog. It looked up at its owners rushing towards it and continued to chatter.

The woman, finally reaching her pokémon, bent down and picked it up. Holding it in front of her, she exclaimed in joy, "Asmar, you rascal! Mommy was worried about you!" The pokémon stared at its female owner. Ella wrapped the pokémon in her arms and turned to her husband. "I suppose it's time we returned home," she said, turning her body to the direction of which they came.

Suddenly, the sanshrew began to struggle violently in her arms and then curled itself into a round ball, escaping her grasp and falling to the sand. It rushed in front of its male trainer and chattered at him, pointing its claw into the fog. The woman tried again to pick up the pokémon, but it jumped ahead relentlessly, as to escape her grasp. Unhappily, Murrey's wife glanced at her husband, and then at where Asmar was pointing. The brown, stubborn critter grabbed the man's leg with its paw and motioned it to advance.

Understanding the gesture, the couple advanced forward cautiously, unsure of what their curious pokémon was trying to show them. As they progressed a bit further into the fog, another silhouette was brought to their attention. The couple looked at each other and then back to the silhouette, whose identity quickly became recognizable as they approached.

It was a poochyena.

Ella rushed forward and knelt down beside it. She checked for respiration and any injuries that the small, dark pokémon might have sustained before confirming, "Why, the poor thing is half-drowned!"

Murrey looked down at Asmar who seemed to have relaxed, now that the pokémon had been found. "So this is what you wanted to show us..." he murmured, proud of his pokémon's courage and compassion. He scooped the sandshrew up in his arms and scratched its head. The pokémon seemed pleased with the attention.

His wife picked up the dark pokémon and held it close. Noticing its low body temperature, she quickly began rubbing the poochyena all over, as to reactive the body's vascular flow. Murrey positioned himself beside her, the sandshrew looking down on the wet puffball its owner held with concern.

"We'll have to take it back with us; the poor thing is cold to the bone," the woman said to her husband while continuing to rub the poochyena down with her hands. "If we don't, it'll surely die."

Her husband nodded, understanding the situation at hand. The sandshrew's ears suddenly perked up again and it shifted its view towards the beach. Chattering, it began to squirm in Murrey's soft, cold hands. He, too, adjusted his view to where the pokémon was looking, then frowned.

Hesitantly, he said, "Something else is there."

The woman looked up. Although nothing could be see in the fog, the sound of footsteps in the wet sand was audible. The couple waited a few minutes, watching for something to emerge from the mist, but nothing came. They looked at each other.

"Do you think it's gone?" the woman asked her husband nervously.

"It seems like it," was his reply, although it was apparent that even he was unsure.

Their sandshrew was not convinced, though. It kept chattering to itself and squirming in its owner's arms. It looked up at Murrey in wonder, its big eyes demanding that it be believed.

Murrey stroked Asmar slowly and set him down. "I'll go see what's there," he told his wife in a brave tone of voice. "Stay here, all right?"

His wife was startled, but she submitted. "Be careful."

He kissed his wife on the lips before turning around and leaving her and the two pokémon stranded in the cold fog. His form faded gradually from sight. Ella, looking around in fear of the dark, waited patiently for her husband's return. Petting the black pokémon in her arms, she stared fiercely at the fog before her. Asmar stood beside its female trainer and watched as well, although its stare was not as intense. The poochyena in her arms, as motionless as ever, coughed at one point, but its eyes stayed firmly shut.

A few minutes later, Murrey returned. Ella raced forward at a pace that wouldn't disturb the sleeping poochyena in her arms, their bipedal sandshrew following her. "Oh, Murrey!" she cried in delight. "I'm glad that didn't take too lon-"

Ella cut her own sentence short at the sight before her. She stopped. As Murrey approached closer, she noticed another figure was with him. A brief examination from the distance proved that the figure was a young man with his arms around the neck of her grunting husband. Murrey was bent over, as to support the extra weight of the stranger, and his face showed a stressed expression as he barely managed to carry him on his back.

"Is he..."

"He's alive." Murrey finished her sentence through hard breaths. "I think he was involved in a wreck nearby; it wouldn't be the first time a survivor wound up on the beach." He stopped for a moment, breathing heavily. "Ella, can you do me a favour? Take that sword and sheath from his back. It's adding unnecessary extra weight."

Ella nodded and took the sword from the stranger's back. She held it carefully in her hands. Murrey grunted again and continued in the direction of their home. His wife followed suit.

For a man in his fifties, Murrey was muscular, mostly due to participating in tough activities such as chopping down trees and building houses, forming foundations, and lifting tall, cut tree trunks. The carpenter of Vicinia, Murrey was still strong for his age, although carrying a full-grown man to the house from the beach would be no easy task, even for him.

His wife, a farmer of minor sorts, followed behind him with a hastened pace. Their sandshrew ran ahead of them eagerly. The stranger and Murrey, both damp for different reasons, proceeded with care, for the water on their skins caused the young man to slip if the veteran moved at certain angles. The woman helped level her husband with one hand while keeping the poochyena in a firm grip in the other.

After approximately ten minutes of walking, their house reappeared on top of the cliff; Murrey grinned at the sight of it. They were almost there.

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When I awoke, the first thing I noticed was the throbbing migraine I had; the second thing I noticed was that I was lying on a comfortable couch, and I was warm and dry. Puzzled, I sat up and looked around me in a daze. In the corner, a few candles flickered on top of an old table. The wood floors and walls created a cozy room with a lovely decor. On the floor was a carpet made from long grass dyed red; positioned neatly upon it was a low table, seemingly made from maple wood as well. Directly across from the couch was another chair of a similar brown colour. Above, hanging on the wall, was a painting of an orchard that was appropriately framed. Two glassless windows allowed light to penetrate into the room. Not far from the couch, an old door was closed. Where it led to, I wasn't sure. To the right of the couch were farming tools of all sorts – rakes, shovels, hoes – leaning against the wall. Seeds were bunched up in brown bags that could have possibly been the bladders of a pokémon.

I rubbed my head and looked at my hands, then my clothes. Someone had changed them; no longer did I wear the dull uniform of the Espion. Instead, I was clothed in dark blue overalls and a rather large, white shirt that contrasted well with my hair. My shoes had been removed and were nowhere to be found. As I moved around a bit more, an embarrassing matter came to my attention, for someone had changed my underwear as well.

Where am I? I glanced around and stood up, the heavy covers falling to the ground. I placed it neatly back on the couch and readjusted the pillow seemingly made from quality farfetch'd feathers. I held my head, trying to soothe the intense throbbing. What the heck happened to me? Where am I? I felt like my eyes were gushing blood from my skull. I squinted my eyes and suppressed the pain before inevitably sitting back down. My balance was altered; standing up had never been so difficult.

How did I get here?

The scent of food overwhelmed me and I tried not to drool. I followed it cautiously, still wary of my environment, and silently, I opened the door that lead to the kitchen. My eyes still a bit hazy, I managed to make out some details of the room immediately. As with the house itself, the counters were made of wood as well as the cupboards suspended above them. The counter was decorated with candles and fresh flowers in vases, as well as glass containers containing various spices. On the corners of the cupboard doors was the design of a butterfree and a weedle; they were coloured delicately with what appeared to be berry juice. To the right of the counter was the fireplace. Its warm, welcoming glow brought a charming ambiance to the small room as it heated the contents of an iron pot inside its wake. In the middle of the room was a wood table where an elderly man was seated. He, too, was dressed in overalls, only his were black and not blue like mine. His grey shirt was ripped in several places to expose his tanned arms and chest. Long, platinum-hair cascaded his back, while tied neatly in a ponytail. On his face, small hairs of the same colour enjoyed their time on the surface. Worn, brown boots collided with the bottom of his overalls as they covered his feet. From his proportions, it appeared he was rather tall. I estimated him to be around 5'8", or approximately an inch taller than myself. His legs were crossed as he chewed on a long piece of grass and read a small book.

A woman around the same age took a few more pieces of bark from a pile beneath the counter and tossed it into the fire. I observed as the light of the fire caused her brown eyes to light up and frizzed her short, brown hair. Her white skin was covered in freckles from head to toe, although it was most obvious on her face and her arms. She wore a simple, brown dress with a white apron, decorated with the design of different types of berries and apricorns, tied around her waist. The woman wore simple, brown clogs on her feet while on her head she wore a white bandana with several, cute frills. I watched as she began cutting up some fresh carrots that she had washed in a bucket of water. She then gently tossed them into the pot which accepted it gratefully.

The door across the room opened. In marched a peculiar pokémon that resembled a mouse, only with hard, sand-coloured skin and a short, thick tail. Noticing a bowl of food placed for it on the ground, it seemed content and walked towards it, picked a chunk of it up, and consumed it. It happily chattered and beckoned at the door, waving a piece of food in front of it. Carefully, a black pokémon walked into the house and glanced around. The woman chuckled as the pokémon hesitantly took the piece of food from the other being.

"Khail."

My voice was soft, but Khail's acute hearing picked it up. Its ears perked as it glanced over towards me. Shoving the rest of the food into its mouth, the poochyena darted across the room, catching the older man's attention. Khail jumped into my open arms with glee and immediately began to nuzzle beneath my chin. I hugged it tightly, my mind soothed at the sight of it.

"Well, it seems you're fine." The man seemed apathetic, but his face was soft. "I was concerned; for a while there, I was convinced the sea had taken another life."

I looked up at him, and then at the woman who was also looking my way. She hurried over to me and took my arm. "No need to be shy!" she told me happily, taking my arm. "Come, come! I was just about finished making lunch."

Gently, she pulled me across the room and seated me in a chair. She then turned back to her counter and reached into the cupboards to retrieve three wooden bowls. As she was dividing the stew into the three bowls, I couldn't help feel alienated and uncomfortable. Neither the man, the woman, or their pokémon were paying me direct attention, but the awkwardness of the situation made me shake a bit. I glanced at the pokémon nearby who was stuffing its face with the provided pokéfood. I watched it closely, relatively intrigued at this specimen that I had never seen before. As it finished, it looked up at me. At first, I thought it wanted to play with Khail, but then I realized it was just interested in the bowl of stew that the woman had placed on the table beside me. After all bowls were correctly placed on the table, the woman seated herself beside the man and lifted the bowl to her mouth with her wrinkled hands. The man placed his book on his lap before taking his bowl into his hands and drinking its contents. I watched them, trying no to stare. Khail put its paws on the table and began to sniff the stew, obviously enjoying its smell. Quickly, but gently, I removed its paws from the table, as not to be disrespectful.

"Do you not like stew?"

I looked up at the woman and stammered, "I.. I do like stew, yes."

The man scoffed. "Leave the lad alone, Ella; he's probably traumatized enough as it is, having almost drowned and all." He took another gulp of his stew as his wife replied.

"I'm just concerned, Murrey. He hasn't eaten in three days."

"I'm sure he'll eat when you leave him alone," came the gruff response. The man stood up and cleaned his mouth off with a cloth from on the counter. He placed his bowl in a lowered compartment of the counter that was filled with water.

His wife frowned, and by doing so, she revealed wrinkles around her mouth and beneath her eyes. "Are you going back out already?" she asked, setting her bowl on the table.

"I still need some materials to build that house in Vicinia."

Vicinia?

"But you've only just ate! You should relax a bit."

The man shook his head. "I'll be back before sundown, Ella. For now, tend to the lad; you're better at talking with people than I am." With that, he opened the door and shut it briskly, the ground pokémon scampering out after him and almost getting crushed between the door and its frame.

The woman sighed and drank the rest of her stew. She then put her bowl in the sink and took a red cloth from a drawer in the cupboard. As she had her back turned towards me, I picked the bowl of stew up and examined it. The dark brown liquid was filled with vegetables, but no meat. Even then, it looked absolutely delicious, and my growling stomach urged me to eat it contrary to my awkward sentiments. Regardless, my stomach won, and I hastily consumed the stew while being careful not to spill it.

"My, my, I knew you were hungry." The woman was looking at me now with a smile on her face. She set the two bowls back into the cupboard, fully clean and ready for reuse. I looked at her, my mouth still on the bowl, and hesitantly set it on the table. I was handed a cloth to wipe my mouth with, and I did so promptly before returning it to her.

Khail looked up at me and began to nuzzle me again. Ella took my bowl and placed it in the sink to be washed later. After seating herself again, she looked at me with dancing eyes.

"So, boy, tell me! What's your name?"

I looked at her, startled by the sudden question. "Uh," I began, before stating, "Shin."

The woman seemed rather pleased. "Well, Shin! You're quite lucky to be alive." She leaned closer to me, her elbows planted on the table. "If we hadn't gone for that midnight walk the other day, you and your little wolf pup there would have surely died. What were you doing out there?"

I thought about what to say for a moment. I can't mention the Espion to this kind, old woman; she would have a heart attack. Then I realized she most likely already knew, for one of them had changed my clothing, of which the shirt has the infamous symbol of the Espion stitched into its back. The sword they had removed also had the infamous kecleon painted on the hilt.

I inhaled deeply. "I got lost," I started to explain; the woman sat back and listened attentively. "I was in a rowboat escaping from the Espion, but their leader... She came after me."

The woman nodded. "I saw the uniform; I personally haven't had any experiences with them, but I've heard stories." She chuckled. "You don't seem very much like an Espion member, though. Just look at how much your pokémon adores you."

I looked down at my poochyena and smiled, before returned my gaze to the woman. "Well, Khail here has been my friend and ally for the past five years. I've always treated him well." I smiled, and then continued hastily. "I never killed anybody, though. I hope you believe me."

"I do," she told me firmly. "You don't look like the kind of person who would murder others. You actually remind me of my son when he was a lad." My eyes widened a bit. The woman smiled warmly at me. "I'm glad you two are all right, though. Like I said earlier, you were really worrying me for a while."

I blinked. The last time someone had said that to me, it was ten years ago when I had fallen ill. My mother had paid special attention to me that entire week, giving me extra blankets and making her esteemed farfetch'd soup. The flavour had been so rich that at the time, I hoped not to recover quickly, as to be able to eat it as often as I was.

Khail yawned, which made both Ella and I smile.

Murrey's wife tilted her head sideways. "So, tell me, Shin. What are you planning to do? Do you have family you can return to?"

I bit my lip. I guessed that my face, once portraying contentedness, had suddenly changed to a grieving expression, for Ella quickly suggested:

"If you've nowhere to go, we could sure use you here."

My eyes lit up at this opportunity. She continued.

"My husband is becoming old; he needs a strapping young lad to help him with his work. He's a carpenter, you see? Recently, our scyther passed away, and his work has become twice as hard. It's not much, but if you decide to stay here with us, we'll allow you to sleep in the living room. Your pokémon can stay, too, of course, and we'll feed you and clothe you during your stay."

I didn't want to sound too eager, but as I thought about it, the entire offer was too heavenly to pass up. I realized that carpentry wouldn't be easy; I was willing to learn, though, and after all those years of pillaging, I had built a decent muscle mass within my body anyway. I studied the woman, searching for any deception that may be hidden within her gestures and facial expression, but I found none.

I smiled broadly, and replied, "If it's not too much of a bother, I'd love to." I tried to suppress the joy and excitement that had arisen inside of me.

"Good, good." She seemed pleased, and then added, "Stay here. I'll come back in a minute."

The woman rose to her feet and left the room. As instructed, I waited for her to come back. A few moments later, she returned carrying a pair of brown boots and an axe.

"Put these on," she told me in a firm voice, "and go outside and help Murrey chop wood."

She handed me the boots and the axe; at first, I hesitated, but her gaze made me rush into compliance. I set the axe on the table, put the brown boots on my feet and fastened the grey buckle to a comfortable tightness. Placing the black pokémon on the ground, I rose to my feet and took hold of the axe, its wood handle uneven and threatening to give me splinters. I looked back at the woman before opening the door and stepping outside, my poochyena loyally following. As I gazed out into the afternoon horizon, taking in every detail of this rural, charming land, only one thought came to mind.

I'm home.
 
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As promised, a review. =)

Overall this seems rather good - I like the setting of the story and the main character is an interesting one - I liked the character interactions between him and Alari, and I do wonder what happened to the latter considering the events at the end of the 2nd chapter. Although there is a lot of thinking and reflection going on you're keeping it interesting throughout, and the pacing is slow (which fits that so it's a good thing =P) and more importantly steady as well.

The backstory of Shin is handled well I thought - the beginning of the story was quite strong in introducing that and being interesting in general. I'm liking the story itself as well, and wonder how Shin shall go about with his new life (and indeed how long it'll last this way as well). I like the Pokemon as well - Poochyena acts rather like a dog which is nice to see (haven't seen it in a fic for a while), and the Sandshrew is pretty cool too. =)

Third chapter was pretty interesting there - the two new characters (plus Sandshrew) were well-established I thought, and you've described their home and surroundings well - easy enough to imagine them myself and all. I do feel Shin thinking about him having nearly drowned and being rescued missing somewhat from the latter part of the chapter though - seems a thing that I would have dwelled on a bit after waking up and seemingly having teleported to somewhere safe. =P
I could never find the answer, however, and because of that, I was left to contemplate what unknown secret, perhaps even desire, was buried in the back of their cruel, dark minds. I felt like a caterpie surrounded by an angry, hungry flock of spearow. I was stunned, confused, and left to be haunted with whatever unthinkable injustices crept into my mind, just as the caterpie would imagine its death before finding itself in the stomach of that predator bird.

I looked down beside the chair where a black pokémon lay sleeping.
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On occasion you tend to start sentences with the same word too often - not much but on occasion it happens - such as here with 'I'. Try mixing it up some more.
As her friend, I supported her decision, regardless of the fact that it would never grow past half the normal size of a normal, adult skitty.
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I'd add that 'of' in there, and I so wonder if skitty are considered adult or Delcatty. =P But seeing they evolve from moon stones which may be rare, it's up to debate, and more just random musing here.
As she stood before me now, her runt skitty, named Nami, tight in her hug-light grasp, a grin was forced onto my face.
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That comma alone in the sentence makes things sound a bit odd when I read - it kinda works but I feel it's not the best way with this sentence. Maybe 'As she stood before me now with her runt skitty, named...' for instance?
This caught Alari off-guard, it appeared, and I firmly closed my hand into tight fists.
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Nitpick - might have been slightly better to show us Alari being off-guard... but fine as is - more thinking that a hand cannot make fists - use 'hands' I suggest.
If you weren't familiar with the area, you would easily become lost within it, and perhaps never see light again, especially if a storm were to arise.
The only recognizable sound was that of the relentless crashing of the salty sea waves against the harbour and the jagged rocks surrounding the hide-out.
On a small strip of sand in front of a stone staircase lay rocks, shells, and occasionally, a random pokémon, such as krabby or corphish.
It was because of the stone dock that extended from the sand that the main ship, the Eclipse, could be reliably tied into place and left unmonitored.
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Here's another thing to watch out for - at times you slip into making a row of sentences be similar in length such as here (separated to show more clearly that fact). That affects the pacing and makes it sound more like a detailed list than part of a paragraph, so watch that you don't fall into this trap too much and mix it up more. Note this isn't often at all, but nonetheless. =P
The feelings of shame, embarrassment, and disgust hit me all at once and I suddenly had a compelling urge to vomit.

The costume itself wasn't hideous, however. The males wore a pair of grey slacks sporting the group's signature pokéball at its heel and each had their own individual, navy blue shirt with the black pokéball on its back. The men wore black boots most of the time and under regulation, anyone with long hair is required to tie it in a ponytail.
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Another instance of starting multiple sentences with the same word/structure frequently, so watch out for that.
Regardless of the fact that the Espion is considered an evil operation, team work is very important and recognized as one of the key factors of winning during a mission.
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Add in that 'of' there.
Alari smiled joyfully. "Great! I'm so glad!" is what she exclaimed, clutching her hands together
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Sounds a bit unnecessary to tell us this is what she exclaimed - 'she exclaimed' would work just fine.
It may sound silly, but it makes me feel empty, as if I'm trapped in an endless dimension where walking gets you no where,
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no where should be one word (unless it's another American-English thing, doubt it though).
Water frequently infiltrated the boat, and poochyena, obviously not pleased, began to growl at it ferociously.
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Not 100% what poochyena is growling at - the water, or the rowboat? Maybe establish this a touch more.
At the moment, I was travelling towards the South; at the Cave of Echos, however, you need to shift your direction towards the East or you would enter the Sailor's Graveyard, a place where many ships which had lost their way had collided with the jagged rocks.[/QUOTE]Needs some rewording, that - seems maybe you rewrote the ending of the sentence twice maybe?
"So you thought you could escape?" She cackled, her soaked, brown hair tied in a striped bandana.
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It actually can work as-is but anyways maybe consider un-capitalising that 'She' if you want to treat the dialogue and the following part as one sentence.
Lumina's laughter slowly faded away, and as did I.
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Consider replacing with 'so'.
As soon as they were fully dressed, they opened the door and were bombarded with the cool, sea breeze.
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'by' works better I feel. Also not 100% sure that comma before 'sea' is needed... =/ (tired =p)
"Do you think it's gone?" The woman asked her husband nervously.
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Should be a small 't' as the dialogue and the part following it ought to be treated as one sentence.
The wood floors and walls created a cozy room with a lovely decor.
On the floor was a carpet made from long grass dyed red.
Positioned neatly upon it was a low table made from pine wood.
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The room sported two, glassless windows and a sturdy door that lead to another, unknown room.
To the right of the couch were farming tools of all sorts – rakes, shovels, hoes – leaning agains tthe wall.
Seeds were bunched up in brown bags that could have possibly been the bladders of a pokémon.
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Again watch for slipping into too many similarly-length sentences - here it makes the description feel more listy (especially as you opted to describe everything in the same few paragraphs for the most part) - try to keep from that and keep the flow of the story moving as you describe the surroundings. Maybe hence also consider shifting a few details later or making something happen with that, but that's more optional - more focus on changing up sentence lengths. (Also, 'against the' there =P).
My shoes had been removed and were no where to be found.
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"If you've no where to go, we could sure use you here."
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nowhere rather than no where.
His grey shirt was ripped in several places to expose his tanned arms and chest. His long, platinum blonde hair was tied in a ponytail and spanned half the length of his back. His short, curly beard was also platinum blonde. Worn, brown boots collided with the bottom of his overalls as they covered his feet. From his proportions, it appeared he was rather tall. I estimated him to be around 5'8", or approximately an inch taller than myself. His legs were crossed as he chewed on a long piece of grass and read a small book.
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Out of the 7 sentences here 4 started with 'his' (and more importantly three were in a row). Change one of those I suggest though and it'll be fine (say the 2nd sentence). Also it ought to be platinum-blonde I believe, and I'd remove/reword one of those as one right after the other is a touch repetitive.
I disfigured the woman, searching for any deception that may be hidden within her gestures and facial expression, but I found none.
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I'm not sure if disfigured is really the best option - maybe 'scrutinised' or 'examined' may be better options?

I really liked this - quite good overall. Be sure to watch for those sentence structure/length problems as they seem to be the biggest problem, but generally this is pretty solid and well-written. Keep it up! Hope this was of help to you. =)
 

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Thanks a lot, bobandbill. I'll fix what you mentioned before posting chapter four (which should be in 18h, by the way; so, later tonight) and fix up some of those sentences. I tried to start sentences with different words everytime, but I guess I messed up a bit.

No one's perfect, I suppose xD but I hope my efforts to start it with something different was evident!

I might go back and expand on Shin's feelings in chapter three, after he wakes up from his unconscious state.

I'm glad you enjoyed :] The story is slow-paced, but I find it allows for better development and it's not like... too perfectly done. I did a novel before that was too much like:

Start Here. Went Here. Got This. Went Back. Beat the Bad Guy.

It was too... hrm, the events were too straight-forward. The characters talked, but they weren't developed well. I tried to take a different approach this time - a better approach - as to catch the feelings and personalities of the characters I want to portray better *.* I hope it worked.

As said, new chapter later today; at latest, tomorrow afternoon :]

Thanks for all the positive feedback in VM / replies / reviews, guys.
 
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Well, I'll just go through and pull out parts I liked/didn't like first, then come back at the end with overall impressions, mmkay?

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Hooooly damn that was a long review. (Well, I've done longer, but not for a while.) Anyway, here you go. A good, long review for a new friend, to mark my return to reviewing on PC! :D I always feel alive after doing a huge one like that. :3

EDIT: There you go, spoiler'd it for you. I do see your point, and I'll do this in future.
 
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It's a bit on the shortside, but here goes.

Yusshin said:
"Ho, ho, look at Asmar," chuckled the man, his face scrunching up to reveal wrinkles.
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Since I'm also an amateur psychologist/psychoanalyst, I like to touch on certain aspects of dialogue and what mistakes were made in characterization and how the characters talk. This part here, you have Murrey saying, "ho, ho," Now tell me, who, do you know, really says ho, ho, ho, in real life? If you ask me, you can rephrase it better to make it sound more realistic, something like,

The man chuckled heartily to himself. "Look at Asmar," he said, his face scrunching up to reveal wrinkles.
"It always did enjoy its walks," replied the woman, smiling.
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'Did' here, seems kind of awkward to me like she's implying that he's now dead or something. Maybe change it to present-tense? Also, since the woman has a certain bond towards the Sandshrew, as in she loves it, I doubt she'd refer to him as it. Maybe him or her would suit the woman better.

So now the sentence might read:
"He always does enjoy his walks," replied the woman, smiling.

With every breath, a white puff of vapour escaped their mouths and joined the mist hanging in the autumn air.
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Smoke is the visible carbon byproduct of the impure combustion of hydrocarbons. Vapour is the word you're looking for here.
"I wonder what that little guy is doing..?" He was pondering to himself, his hand beneath his chin stroking the curly strands of hair that grew there, forming his beard.
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This makes for quite an awkward sentence because you give him dialogue then you say he was pondering to himself in past-tense. This makes it feel like the previous statement was a 'thought element', but you don't have a dialogue tag to modify the thought. Something along the lines of,

"I wonder what that little guy is doing?" he thought to himself.
Or
"I wonder what that little guy is doing…" said the man. Then, he pondered on the fact for a while.

Actually, the pondering part really makes it awkward because his wife drags him along to find the sandshrew soon after. Also, can you really use ellipses and a question mark at the same time?


Comprehending, the couple advanced forward cautiously, unsure of what their curious pokémon was trying to show them. As they progressed a bit further into the fog, another silhouette was brought to their attention.
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Comprehending isn't really a standard word to use in situations like this. It makes the sentence seem a bit awkward. Try using a different word and sentence structure because this one snaps me out of the narrative as I read it.
"We'll have to take it back with us; the poor thing has hypothermia," the woman said to her husband while continuing to rub the poochyena down with her hands. "If we don't, it'll surely die."
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I'm a bit apprehensive of the technological achievements of the world in ToT. I don't know when hypothermia was diagnosed as a proper disease, but it seems a bit weird that they're referring to it as such. If you'd use a simpler term, considering they are farm folk or something like that, I might understand.



When I awoke, the first thing I noticed was the throbbing migraine I had; the second thing I noticed was that I was lying on a comfortable couch, and I was warm and dry. Puzzled, I sat up and looked around me in a daze. In the corner, a few candles flickered on top of an old table. The wood floors and walls created a cozy room with a lovely decor. On the floor was a carpet made from long grass dyed red. Positioned neatly upon it was a low table made from pine wood. Directly across from the couch was another chair of a similar brown colour; above, hanging on the wall, was a painting of an orchard that was appropriately framed. The room sported two, glassless windows and a sturdy door that lead to another, unknown room. To the right of the couch were farming tools of all sorts – rakes, shovels, hoes – leaning against the wall. Seeds were bunched up in brown bags that could have possibly been the bladders of a pokémon.
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I've never really seen any fiction which switch POV's like this so I'm unsure. It's your fic so it's up to you really.
Gently, she pulled me across the room and seated me in a chair. She then turned back to her counter and reached into the cupboards to retrieve three wooden bowls. As she was dividing the stew into the three bowls, I couldn't help feel alienated and uncomfortable. Neither the man, the woman, or their pokémon were paying me direct attention, but the awkwardness of the situation made me shake a bit.
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Plural's before the 'was' change it into were. Other than that, I don't think an awkward situation would make anyone shake. It just seems a bit unnatural to me. Nervous yes, shakes no.


Overall, I'm liking where the story is going, but I'm not so sure on the end where the woman told Shin if he could stay. It seems a bit too planned actually. Kind of like she knew that he didn't have a family or anywhere to go. The fact that she mentioned building an extension gave it away. All in all, the fic is good, but you could stand to fix that part with Shin being invited to stay. It just seems a bit rushed to me.
 

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Thanks a lot guys.

And wth o-o I fixed that "heinously". Maybe I didn't fix it in OpenOffice, so when I repasted, it came back to haunt us @-@ *puts back "hatefully"*

I'll fix the "disfigured', too. It's not meant literally to impair beauty; it's meant to mean examining every detail or studying. The non-literal sense, I guess.

Thanks a lot guys :D I'll fix these up a.s.a.p.

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Whisper, I went by Serebii's classification for Sandshrew xD

http://serebii.net/pokedex-dp/027.shtml

I'm going to fix up some developing issues now; I've set chapter four aside. Chapter four is basically an extensive character development of Murrey, but you'll see why Ella was so eager to have Shin stay with them (there's a second reason).

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All done!
 
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