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My name is Aerow. I am, as of current, a trainer like many others. This was not always the case. To understand my story, the story of my team, and the story that describes the greatest and most daunting threat the world of Pokemon has ever faced, I need to start from the beginning. The very beginning.
Prologue: There was light
A pulse of consciousness jolted me awake. My head pounded as I pulled myself from the cold stone I lied upon. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out subtle details of the environment around me. I was in an ancient temple of sorts, on a triangular dais, with intricate etchings engraved into every part of it's almost flawless surface. Darkened pillars lined the walls, and a row of decrepit statues led to a archway, where snow gently drifted in from the outside. I wracked my mind for an answer as to why I was here, but the search bore no fruit. Confused, cold, and concerned, I got to my feet, and exited the temple.
As I got to the arch, I heard a faint whispering behind me, and turned to face whatever was trailing. Nothing. turning back to the snow, I ventured out into the freezing cold. I was in a mountainous area, no civilization in sight, save a small log cabin in the distance, alight with the color of a well-tended fire. I trudged my way closer, and as I did, the whispers returned. They were all around me now, growing in volume, and intensity. The snow pelting against my face made it feel as if the voices themselves were assaulting me, trying to drag me beneath the blanket of white.
I pushed on with all my strength, what little I had, and as the voices reached their peak, I managed to clench a fist, and let loose a single pound on the wooden door of the cabin. It wasn't long before it was opened, but by whom I could not discern. The snowfall and flurry of what were now screams overtook me, and I collapsed in the door frame, scared, shivering, and unsure of where I was, and why I was there. Before I drifted into the darkness of sleep, I heard two voices, one of a woman, saying something I couldn't make out, and one of an ethereal pitch, telling me to rest.
This time, my awakening was much calmer, as I was settled into a bed, wrapped up in quilts. I slowly sat up, taking care to not strain myself. As I blinked my eyes to adjust, the door creaked open, and a familiar person walked in, the woman from the cabin. She had blonde hair, tied up at the sides by four small black tear-shaped stones, and a blue shirt and khaki pants. She walked over with a cup of something, and placed it in my hands. "Drink it. You'll feel better." I did so, and she was right. The concoction seemed to revitalize me a little bit, giving me the strength to speak.
"Who are you? What was that place, where I woke up?"
She nodded, closing her eyes, then spoke. "My name is Cynthia. I'm a Pokemon Trainer. That place I found you at was an archaeological site known as Sinjoh Ruins. It's situated in a frozen mountain pass, almost impossible to get to on foot. How did you get there in the first place?"
I shook my head slightly. "I don't know. All I remember is waking up there. Before that..." I paused mid-sentence, a scrap of memory resurfacing. "A flash of light, white and gold in color. That's it."
She placed here hand on her chin, pondering over it. "Well, do you know your name?"
I thought for a second. "Aerow. My name is Aerow." Cynthia smiled.
"Nice to meet you, Aerow. Sit back and keep recovering, you had severe hypothermia when I found you. I'm making some hot soup right now, and I'll bring you a bowl when it's ready."
I thanked her for her hospitality, and was about to lie back down, when one more shard of my memory returned. "Cynthia?" She turned to face me with an inquisitive look.
"Who is Arceus? I recognize the name, but I'm not sure who it belongs to."
Her eyes widened just a fraction, before she turned back to the door, and spoke with a slightly surprised tone. "Someone important. Very important... I'm going to check on the soup." She exited the room, leaving me to wonder why she was surprised by my speaking that name, who it belonged to, why I was here, and where exactly here was. This list of queries tired me, and I lied back down, closing my eyes, and drifting off to sleep. It was in my dreams that the first of my questions would be answered.
Prologue: There was light
A pulse of consciousness jolted me awake. My head pounded as I pulled myself from the cold stone I lied upon. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out subtle details of the environment around me. I was in an ancient temple of sorts, on a triangular dais, with intricate etchings engraved into every part of it's almost flawless surface. Darkened pillars lined the walls, and a row of decrepit statues led to a archway, where snow gently drifted in from the outside. I wracked my mind for an answer as to why I was here, but the search bore no fruit. Confused, cold, and concerned, I got to my feet, and exited the temple.
As I got to the arch, I heard a faint whispering behind me, and turned to face whatever was trailing. Nothing. turning back to the snow, I ventured out into the freezing cold. I was in a mountainous area, no civilization in sight, save a small log cabin in the distance, alight with the color of a well-tended fire. I trudged my way closer, and as I did, the whispers returned. They were all around me now, growing in volume, and intensity. The snow pelting against my face made it feel as if the voices themselves were assaulting me, trying to drag me beneath the blanket of white.
I pushed on with all my strength, what little I had, and as the voices reached their peak, I managed to clench a fist, and let loose a single pound on the wooden door of the cabin. It wasn't long before it was opened, but by whom I could not discern. The snowfall and flurry of what were now screams overtook me, and I collapsed in the door frame, scared, shivering, and unsure of where I was, and why I was there. Before I drifted into the darkness of sleep, I heard two voices, one of a woman, saying something I couldn't make out, and one of an ethereal pitch, telling me to rest.
This time, my awakening was much calmer, as I was settled into a bed, wrapped up in quilts. I slowly sat up, taking care to not strain myself. As I blinked my eyes to adjust, the door creaked open, and a familiar person walked in, the woman from the cabin. She had blonde hair, tied up at the sides by four small black tear-shaped stones, and a blue shirt and khaki pants. She walked over with a cup of something, and placed it in my hands. "Drink it. You'll feel better." I did so, and she was right. The concoction seemed to revitalize me a little bit, giving me the strength to speak.
"Who are you? What was that place, where I woke up?"
She nodded, closing her eyes, then spoke. "My name is Cynthia. I'm a Pokemon Trainer. That place I found you at was an archaeological site known as Sinjoh Ruins. It's situated in a frozen mountain pass, almost impossible to get to on foot. How did you get there in the first place?"
I shook my head slightly. "I don't know. All I remember is waking up there. Before that..." I paused mid-sentence, a scrap of memory resurfacing. "A flash of light, white and gold in color. That's it."
She placed here hand on her chin, pondering over it. "Well, do you know your name?"
I thought for a second. "Aerow. My name is Aerow." Cynthia smiled.
"Nice to meet you, Aerow. Sit back and keep recovering, you had severe hypothermia when I found you. I'm making some hot soup right now, and I'll bring you a bowl when it's ready."
I thanked her for her hospitality, and was about to lie back down, when one more shard of my memory returned. "Cynthia?" She turned to face me with an inquisitive look.
"Who is Arceus? I recognize the name, but I'm not sure who it belongs to."
Her eyes widened just a fraction, before she turned back to the door, and spoke with a slightly surprised tone. "Someone important. Very important... I'm going to check on the soup." She exited the room, leaving me to wonder why she was surprised by my speaking that name, who it belonged to, why I was here, and where exactly here was. This list of queries tired me, and I lied back down, closing my eyes, and drifting off to sleep. It was in my dreams that the first of my questions would be answered.
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