Prologue
A father. A boy. A mystery. How did he die? Who died? When did he die?…. Your about to find out. Who is the culprit, you ask? Could it be Team Rocket? No….. They have been gone way too long…. Almost five years to be exact. Could it really be? Or is it something totally different?
One boy. One mystery. One answer. This is, Shadows of the Past.
Chapter 1 : Nightmares from the Past
Telltop Village sat on top of a small mountain, Mount Staven. It was a peaceful village, with a few wooden houses scattered here and there. Powder white snow floated down from the sky, forming a thick layer of white on the gound. Rooftops were often covered too, scaled with pointy icicles.
A lonely cave entrance was drilled out on the western side of the village. The cave acted as a connecting point to the rest of Kanto: it winded through Mount Staven, then opened out onto a scraggly path, which eventually ended up in eastern Pallet Town.
To the north and east of Telltop, a sheer cliff dropped straight down from the snowy mountain top, kept apart from the village by a wooden fence. This fence was built because five years ago, when Telltop began forming into a village, a woman was thrown off of the cliff, never to be found. So they named the cliff on her behalf: Mosey Cliff.
All these scenery type things are important, of course, but the main reason why Telltop was formed was because of the Laboratory. You see, Professor Hawthorne moved to Telltop from a far away land to help his studies in Pokemon breeding. So he made his Laboratory on top of Mount Staven (weird place for a Lab, I know). He eventually decided to establish his new area to be made into a village, called Telltop.
And in this particular Laboratory, a boy slept. He dreamed of past engagements, of fears, of nightmares. He dreamnt of evil things. He dreamnt....
....They were walking through a cave (which must have been Mount Staven). They just visited Professor Oak in Pallet Town. A flashlight in hand, Aaron's dad cut through the pitch black cave with the beam of light. He was of average height, and an average weight kind'a guy. His eyes searched through the darkness as he scratched his black beard with his left hand. His gruff voice split the eerie silence.
"Son, let's hurry home. We want to get there as soon as possible." He looked around, worried. Aaron trudged along next to his dad. He was only five years old then, and didn't understand what was going on.
"But why, daddy? Why must we hurry home. Can't I get a pokemon?"
Aaron's dad glanced at his son in a saddened expression. He stopped suddenly, Aaron halting too. Grasping his son's shoulders with his hands, he glanced around, rushing his speech.
"Son....I have something to tell you. You see, these men; they are not good men. They may say they are, but they're not." He looked back towards where they came from. "I fear they have caught up with us. I didn't want them to hurt anyone else...."
Aaron's father reached into his pocket, grabbing a hand written note.
"Here, take this." He handed him the flashlight and the note.
"Quickly....run home as fast as you can. And don't look back."
Aaron didn't understand. "But why, daddy? Why?" His father looked down shamefully. "I can't tell you that, son. Just get that note to your mother, okay?"
Aaron looked down, disheartened and pouting.
"Yes, father."
A moment passed as the two embraced one another. The moment ended when footsteps echoed faintly, only a hundred or so feet away.
So Aaron hugged his father for the last time and ran as fast as he could. He heard a faint "I love you" from a distance behind him. His curiosity and fear ate at him until he circled around and found about a six foot tall boulder. Crouching behind it, he clicked off the flashlight, then cupped his left hand to his ear so he could listen in. The footsteps grew louder and louder until they stopped. A tension building and freightening silence took place; until he could hear his dad speak in a trembled voice.
"Who's th-there?" The silence continued until a deep and eerie voice cut through the blackness.
"You know who I am, Kyle. You've known for a long time now. But the real question is: how did you figure out I am the imposter....and more importantly....how did you infiltrate our ranks?"
Aaron shifted uncomfortably as fear and nausia began to knot up his stomach.
"I-I don't know w-what you're talking about."
Aaron could picture the creepy man smiling wickedly and enjoying the interrigation.
"Hold'em" By the sound of shuffling footsteps, Aaron estimated that two other men came forward and held his father's arms.
"If you want to play that way....hmm....Maybe your family will be more convincing-"
"Noooo! I will not allow you to harm them!"
The man shouted with extreme authority and harshness.
"THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW!!!"
Aaron's dad whispered just loud enough for Aaron to hear. "I will never tell you."
The man snickered loudly.
"Always the hero. Always the brave and noble man."
His voice got deeper.
"We'll see who's noble after your dead." The eerie man continued in a calm and commanding voice.
"Kill him."
Aaron's dad let out a shocking gasp.
"But....wait....I have a family. Please! I have a son! Please don't-"
Three flashes of light lit up the cave as three gun shots rang out and echoed loudly throughout the mountain. Aaron's jaw dropped with shock and disbelief. Tears dribbled down his cheek and onto his lap. He waited until the men were long gone; then he slowly stood up, peaking over the rock. What he saw freightened him: His father lay dieing on the ground.
Running up to him, Aaron cradled him in his arms.
"Daddy? Why were those guys hurting you?"
Aaron's father layed there, smiling at his son. He grew paler and paler by the second, his body limp and useless. As he spoke in a weak voice, his son listened.
"Remember, son, get that note to your mother. It's very important." He coughed hoarsely then continued. "I love you, Aaron."
The man's face grew paper white....his eyes rolled up to the ceiling lifelessly: He was dead....
....Blinking his eyes, Aaron gradually sat up and looked out the window. It was snowing, as usual, but it looked to be a bright and nice day. Glancing away from the window and at the floor, Aaron bent down, grabbing a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt. As he got dressed, Growlithe, Professor Hawthorne's pet, walked silently into the room. As he wagged his tail, he tilted his head upwards, licking Aaron's hands.
"Well, hello their, Growly! How's my boy doing?"
Growlithe responded by snuggling up to Aaron's leg. Aaron reached down and rubbed its side. Glancing at the clock on the wall, the young boy walked out of his room. The Growlithe sat there, listening. A moment passed, until: "Breakfast time, Growly. You hungry, boy?!" The Growlithe responded by sprinting out of the room. The cream colored puffs on top of its head pulling backwards.
The room was silent then, the soft sound of snow flakes hitting the ground. The boy's room was normal for the age of sixteen. It had a bed crammed in the corner, a dresser to its opposite, a closet, and a window next to the bed.
A few more moments passed, and then the boy returned. Stopping in the middle of the room, he brushed back his long, shaggy hair. His eyes matched his hair, a deep, mysterious brown.
Aaron found what he was searching for, his green backpack and his baseball cap. He picked them up, holding them with his left hand. As he walked towards his closet, he placed the cap backwards on his head, while tripping over a heap of laundry thrown on the floor. He cursed himself for being a lazy teenager.
Searching through his closet, Aaron grabbed a few more t-shirts and another pair of blue jeans. Shoving the clothes into his bag, he walked over to the dresser. He grabbed: five pokeballs, a couple potions, and his toothbrush and toothpaste. Looking around his room, Aaron made sure he had everything. When he was satisfied, he zipped up his backpack, and walked out of the room.
Walking through a hallway and passing another room, Aaron trudged down the stairs and entered the Laboratory. Growlithe was busy chowing down his food, while Professor Hawthorne sat at the table, reading the Kanto News. The Professor put down the newspaper and looked up.
"Thanks for doing this errand for me, Aaron. I really appreciate it."
Aaron responded as he walked past the table and into the small kitchen.
"No problem, Uncle Dan. As long as I get to bring your Growlithe with me, I'm happy." He opened the cupboards and took an assortment of food out, placing it in his backpack. Professor Hawthorne stood up, stretching.
"Well, today I'm studying and analyzing the facts I found about the egg. I don't need the egg anymore, that's why I'm having you take it back to Professor Oak."
Zipping up his backpack, Aaron walked over to his Uncle.
"You can count on me."
They smiled at one another, until Professor Hawthorne remembered something. Walking to the kitchen, he opened a lower cupboard. When he reappeared in front of Aaron, he held a clear bag filled with small brown balls, a map, a pot and pan, some cooking utensils, spices, and an oval egg.
"Here, put these things in your bag. I know you won't be gone long, but just in case."
Aaron rolled his eyes while he grabbed the items.
"Thanks, Uncle." Aaron inspected them as he placed them in the bag. "Cooking utensils....pokemon food....a map, and the pokemon egg."
Aaron zipped his bag and snatched his blue coat from the hook by the door. He made sure he had his blue and red cap on, then hugged Professor Hawthorne.
The young boy waved goodbye to his Uncle as he called out to Growlithe.
"Come on, Growly. Time to go to Pallet Town."
TO BE CONTINUED....
Chapter 2 : When the Past Speaks
Coming Soon....
Spoiler:
Prologue
Shadows of the Past
Shadows of the Past
A father. A boy. A mystery. How did he die? Who died? When did he die?…. Your about to find out. Who is the culprit, you ask? Could it be Team Rocket? No….. They have been gone way too long…. Almost five years to be exact. Could it really be? Or is it something totally different?
One boy. One mystery. One answer. This is, Shadows of the Past.
Chapter 1 : Nightmares from the Past
Spoiler:
Chapter 1
Nightmares from the Past
Nightmares from the Past
Telltop Village sat on top of a small mountain, Mount Staven. It was a peaceful village, with a few wooden houses scattered here and there. Powder white snow floated down from the sky, forming a thick layer of white on the gound. Rooftops were often covered too, scaled with pointy icicles.
A lonely cave entrance was drilled out on the western side of the village. The cave acted as a connecting point to the rest of Kanto: it winded through Mount Staven, then opened out onto a scraggly path, which eventually ended up in eastern Pallet Town.
To the north and east of Telltop, a sheer cliff dropped straight down from the snowy mountain top, kept apart from the village by a wooden fence. This fence was built because five years ago, when Telltop began forming into a village, a woman was thrown off of the cliff, never to be found. So they named the cliff on her behalf: Mosey Cliff.
All these scenery type things are important, of course, but the main reason why Telltop was formed was because of the Laboratory. You see, Professor Hawthorne moved to Telltop from a far away land to help his studies in Pokemon breeding. So he made his Laboratory on top of Mount Staven (weird place for a Lab, I know). He eventually decided to establish his new area to be made into a village, called Telltop.
And in this particular Laboratory, a boy slept. He dreamed of past engagements, of fears, of nightmares. He dreamnt of evil things. He dreamnt....
....They were walking through a cave (which must have been Mount Staven). They just visited Professor Oak in Pallet Town. A flashlight in hand, Aaron's dad cut through the pitch black cave with the beam of light. He was of average height, and an average weight kind'a guy. His eyes searched through the darkness as he scratched his black beard with his left hand. His gruff voice split the eerie silence.
"Son, let's hurry home. We want to get there as soon as possible." He looked around, worried. Aaron trudged along next to his dad. He was only five years old then, and didn't understand what was going on.
"But why, daddy? Why must we hurry home. Can't I get a pokemon?"
Aaron's dad glanced at his son in a saddened expression. He stopped suddenly, Aaron halting too. Grasping his son's shoulders with his hands, he glanced around, rushing his speech.
"Son....I have something to tell you. You see, these men; they are not good men. They may say they are, but they're not." He looked back towards where they came from. "I fear they have caught up with us. I didn't want them to hurt anyone else...."
Aaron's father reached into his pocket, grabbing a hand written note.
"Here, take this." He handed him the flashlight and the note.
"Quickly....run home as fast as you can. And don't look back."
Aaron didn't understand. "But why, daddy? Why?" His father looked down shamefully. "I can't tell you that, son. Just get that note to your mother, okay?"
Aaron looked down, disheartened and pouting.
"Yes, father."
A moment passed as the two embraced one another. The moment ended when footsteps echoed faintly, only a hundred or so feet away.
So Aaron hugged his father for the last time and ran as fast as he could. He heard a faint "I love you" from a distance behind him. His curiosity and fear ate at him until he circled around and found about a six foot tall boulder. Crouching behind it, he clicked off the flashlight, then cupped his left hand to his ear so he could listen in. The footsteps grew louder and louder until they stopped. A tension building and freightening silence took place; until he could hear his dad speak in a trembled voice.
"Who's th-there?" The silence continued until a deep and eerie voice cut through the blackness.
"You know who I am, Kyle. You've known for a long time now. But the real question is: how did you figure out I am the imposter....and more importantly....how did you infiltrate our ranks?"
Aaron shifted uncomfortably as fear and nausia began to knot up his stomach.
"I-I don't know w-what you're talking about."
Aaron could picture the creepy man smiling wickedly and enjoying the interrigation.
"Hold'em" By the sound of shuffling footsteps, Aaron estimated that two other men came forward and held his father's arms.
"If you want to play that way....hmm....Maybe your family will be more convincing-"
"Noooo! I will not allow you to harm them!"
The man shouted with extreme authority and harshness.
"THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW!!!"
Aaron's dad whispered just loud enough for Aaron to hear. "I will never tell you."
The man snickered loudly.
"Always the hero. Always the brave and noble man."
His voice got deeper.
"We'll see who's noble after your dead." The eerie man continued in a calm and commanding voice.
"Kill him."
Aaron's dad let out a shocking gasp.
"But....wait....I have a family. Please! I have a son! Please don't-"
Three flashes of light lit up the cave as three gun shots rang out and echoed loudly throughout the mountain. Aaron's jaw dropped with shock and disbelief. Tears dribbled down his cheek and onto his lap. He waited until the men were long gone; then he slowly stood up, peaking over the rock. What he saw freightened him: His father lay dieing on the ground.
Running up to him, Aaron cradled him in his arms.
"Daddy? Why were those guys hurting you?"
Aaron's father layed there, smiling at his son. He grew paler and paler by the second, his body limp and useless. As he spoke in a weak voice, his son listened.
"Remember, son, get that note to your mother. It's very important." He coughed hoarsely then continued. "I love you, Aaron."
The man's face grew paper white....his eyes rolled up to the ceiling lifelessly: He was dead....
....Blinking his eyes, Aaron gradually sat up and looked out the window. It was snowing, as usual, but it looked to be a bright and nice day. Glancing away from the window and at the floor, Aaron bent down, grabbing a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt. As he got dressed, Growlithe, Professor Hawthorne's pet, walked silently into the room. As he wagged his tail, he tilted his head upwards, licking Aaron's hands.
"Well, hello their, Growly! How's my boy doing?"
Growlithe responded by snuggling up to Aaron's leg. Aaron reached down and rubbed its side. Glancing at the clock on the wall, the young boy walked out of his room. The Growlithe sat there, listening. A moment passed, until: "Breakfast time, Growly. You hungry, boy?!" The Growlithe responded by sprinting out of the room. The cream colored puffs on top of its head pulling backwards.
The room was silent then, the soft sound of snow flakes hitting the ground. The boy's room was normal for the age of sixteen. It had a bed crammed in the corner, a dresser to its opposite, a closet, and a window next to the bed.
A few more moments passed, and then the boy returned. Stopping in the middle of the room, he brushed back his long, shaggy hair. His eyes matched his hair, a deep, mysterious brown.
Aaron found what he was searching for, his green backpack and his baseball cap. He picked them up, holding them with his left hand. As he walked towards his closet, he placed the cap backwards on his head, while tripping over a heap of laundry thrown on the floor. He cursed himself for being a lazy teenager.
Searching through his closet, Aaron grabbed a few more t-shirts and another pair of blue jeans. Shoving the clothes into his bag, he walked over to the dresser. He grabbed: five pokeballs, a couple potions, and his toothbrush and toothpaste. Looking around his room, Aaron made sure he had everything. When he was satisfied, he zipped up his backpack, and walked out of the room.
Walking through a hallway and passing another room, Aaron trudged down the stairs and entered the Laboratory. Growlithe was busy chowing down his food, while Professor Hawthorne sat at the table, reading the Kanto News. The Professor put down the newspaper and looked up.
"Thanks for doing this errand for me, Aaron. I really appreciate it."
Aaron responded as he walked past the table and into the small kitchen.
"No problem, Uncle Dan. As long as I get to bring your Growlithe with me, I'm happy." He opened the cupboards and took an assortment of food out, placing it in his backpack. Professor Hawthorne stood up, stretching.
"Well, today I'm studying and analyzing the facts I found about the egg. I don't need the egg anymore, that's why I'm having you take it back to Professor Oak."
Zipping up his backpack, Aaron walked over to his Uncle.
"You can count on me."
They smiled at one another, until Professor Hawthorne remembered something. Walking to the kitchen, he opened a lower cupboard. When he reappeared in front of Aaron, he held a clear bag filled with small brown balls, a map, a pot and pan, some cooking utensils, spices, and an oval egg.
"Here, put these things in your bag. I know you won't be gone long, but just in case."
Aaron rolled his eyes while he grabbed the items.
"Thanks, Uncle." Aaron inspected them as he placed them in the bag. "Cooking utensils....pokemon food....a map, and the pokemon egg."
Aaron zipped his bag and snatched his blue coat from the hook by the door. He made sure he had his blue and red cap on, then hugged Professor Hawthorne.
The young boy waved goodbye to his Uncle as he called out to Growlithe.
"Come on, Growly. Time to go to Pallet Town."
TO BE CONTINUED....
Chapter 2 : When the Past Speaks
Spoiler:
Coming Soon....
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