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AN: This story takes place hundreds of years before the events of SuMo. I will be taking liberties in renaming places in the region which I don't think have existed during this period (which is basically almost everything.) I will also be taking liberties in human-pokemon interaction (including, but not limited to, telepathy).
Prologue:
There was strength in the wind, a strength not felt before. One of the tribe's luahine looked up from the tapestry she was weaving. Her brows furrowed with fear and worry as she saw dark clouds gathering, far from land and out on the sea. Just beyond the reef, a few boats with the more able-bodied fishermen were gathering their nets up, with lots of sea Pokemon tangled in it. They felt the storm brewing too and they were starting to get afraid. Only the local children could not feel anything different from every day. They kicked up sand as they were running around, splashing seawater into each other's faces, as slowly, the darkness grew more intensely in the distant waters.
Then lightning cracked in the distance, followed by a muffled roar of thunder. The kids stopped in their playing and looked out into the distance and watched the cloud grow and grow. The luahine started to wobble from her seat, dropping the image she was working on, and ushered the kids away from the sea and into land, into safety. A Rockruff, which was silently dozing in the sand, woke up from the commotion, as the luahine started shouting for the children. It barked and barked and fell silent as another thunder roared. It quickly went into the covers of the trees, shivering from fright of the loud sounds.
The men started rowing their boats towards the shore, with their haul neatly tied together. The sea was starting to get larger and rougher waves. "Ika!Ika!" the men shouted, their arms moving in unison as their boat slowly closed the distance between them and shore. The luahine looked at the men in concern. Another thunder roared and, this time, it was stronger. A lot stronger. The boats finally skidded to a halt as the sea was no longer deep enough for them to row further. All of them disembarked and started pulling the boats into the sand, tying them with knots on nearby trees and wood posts, protecting their precious boats from being thrown about by strong winds. They carried their catch and stored it inside a stone silo.
The luahine counted the kids she ushered inside her home and was relieved to see that all of them were accounted for. Four of them, in fact. All of them seemed to be calm, even with the oncoming storm, threatening their small village. Their mothers, thankfully, was not in the area, and was away, trading the goods they gathered the previous days with other tribes on the island. It would be better for the tribe, the luahine thought. It wouldn't help with the situation with a bunch of Trumbeaks clucking around, panicking for no reason.
The men of the tribe then started securing all the other stuff in place. Every individual has an assignment and they move with such precision and agility as if they had been doing it for every day of their little lives. Meanwhile, the four children and the luahine closely watched the men doing everything.
The clouds started to roll in, with lightning and thunder accompanying it. The wind bellowed even harder, bending the coconut trees lining up the seashore. The ropes tying each thing down creaked, the tension rising. Everything was threatening to snap but, thankfully, everything was holding on. Mysteriously, while thunder roared above and the winds whistled, the weather was very dry. There was no rain, not even a slight drizzle amidst the supposedly strong storm buffeting the small tribe. It was only the wind.
The storm came to pass and sunlight once again filled up the sky. There were a few broken trees on the shore. The men counted that at least one of their boats is beyond repair but the others could still work perfectly fine. They confirmed that their catch was safe and sound in the silo. The four kids and the luahine came out of their hiding place. The kids seemed unperturbed by the storm that just passed through them and resumed their activity.
The luahine casted their eyes upward to soak in the sunlight and was surprised by what she saw.
There were several creatures floating in the air and it seemed like nobody but her noticed what they were. She couldn't understand what she was looking at but she was so mystified by the creatures that she couldn't look away from them. The Rockruff from before started barking again but the luahine could not hear it.
Aside from the creatures, there was also a hole in the sky, as if the very essence of space itself is being ripped. The old woman squinted and looked at the gash in the sky. It seemed to appear and disappear, preventing her tired eyes to look into the hole and see what was beyond it. The air around it seemed to be rippling or shimmering with whatever dust is coming out from it. One of the creatures, only a white figure in the distance, approached the hole in the sky and disappeared into it. The other creatures started to follow it. The luahine started shouting, getting the men's attention, and pointed at the rip in the sky. One by one, each of the creatures disappeared into the hole and then, with a blink, the hole suddenly disappeared as if it was never there in the first place. The luahine's heart suddenly was filled with terror. The men approached the shoreline and looked up, trying to see if the mysterious hole was still in the sky.
The luahine heard mentions of demons and angels, of endings, from the men. She, however, was sure that a great big terror was plaguing her heart, filling her thoughts with images of destruction. Whatever those creatures were, she knew that they weren't friendly or peaceful. She looked at the children once again but they were too busy playing around to notice the anomaly in the sky that had just disappeared. The luahine feared for their safety. She knew those creatures were harbinger of awful days to come.
She didn't know how right she was.
*luahine means old woman.
Prologue:
There was strength in the wind, a strength not felt before. One of the tribe's luahine looked up from the tapestry she was weaving. Her brows furrowed with fear and worry as she saw dark clouds gathering, far from land and out on the sea. Just beyond the reef, a few boats with the more able-bodied fishermen were gathering their nets up, with lots of sea Pokemon tangled in it. They felt the storm brewing too and they were starting to get afraid. Only the local children could not feel anything different from every day. They kicked up sand as they were running around, splashing seawater into each other's faces, as slowly, the darkness grew more intensely in the distant waters.
Then lightning cracked in the distance, followed by a muffled roar of thunder. The kids stopped in their playing and looked out into the distance and watched the cloud grow and grow. The luahine started to wobble from her seat, dropping the image she was working on, and ushered the kids away from the sea and into land, into safety. A Rockruff, which was silently dozing in the sand, woke up from the commotion, as the luahine started shouting for the children. It barked and barked and fell silent as another thunder roared. It quickly went into the covers of the trees, shivering from fright of the loud sounds.
The men started rowing their boats towards the shore, with their haul neatly tied together. The sea was starting to get larger and rougher waves. "Ika!Ika!" the men shouted, their arms moving in unison as their boat slowly closed the distance between them and shore. The luahine looked at the men in concern. Another thunder roared and, this time, it was stronger. A lot stronger. The boats finally skidded to a halt as the sea was no longer deep enough for them to row further. All of them disembarked and started pulling the boats into the sand, tying them with knots on nearby trees and wood posts, protecting their precious boats from being thrown about by strong winds. They carried their catch and stored it inside a stone silo.
The luahine counted the kids she ushered inside her home and was relieved to see that all of them were accounted for. Four of them, in fact. All of them seemed to be calm, even with the oncoming storm, threatening their small village. Their mothers, thankfully, was not in the area, and was away, trading the goods they gathered the previous days with other tribes on the island. It would be better for the tribe, the luahine thought. It wouldn't help with the situation with a bunch of Trumbeaks clucking around, panicking for no reason.
The men of the tribe then started securing all the other stuff in place. Every individual has an assignment and they move with such precision and agility as if they had been doing it for every day of their little lives. Meanwhile, the four children and the luahine closely watched the men doing everything.
The clouds started to roll in, with lightning and thunder accompanying it. The wind bellowed even harder, bending the coconut trees lining up the seashore. The ropes tying each thing down creaked, the tension rising. Everything was threatening to snap but, thankfully, everything was holding on. Mysteriously, while thunder roared above and the winds whistled, the weather was very dry. There was no rain, not even a slight drizzle amidst the supposedly strong storm buffeting the small tribe. It was only the wind.
The storm came to pass and sunlight once again filled up the sky. There were a few broken trees on the shore. The men counted that at least one of their boats is beyond repair but the others could still work perfectly fine. They confirmed that their catch was safe and sound in the silo. The four kids and the luahine came out of their hiding place. The kids seemed unperturbed by the storm that just passed through them and resumed their activity.
The luahine casted their eyes upward to soak in the sunlight and was surprised by what she saw.
There were several creatures floating in the air and it seemed like nobody but her noticed what they were. She couldn't understand what she was looking at but she was so mystified by the creatures that she couldn't look away from them. The Rockruff from before started barking again but the luahine could not hear it.
Aside from the creatures, there was also a hole in the sky, as if the very essence of space itself is being ripped. The old woman squinted and looked at the gash in the sky. It seemed to appear and disappear, preventing her tired eyes to look into the hole and see what was beyond it. The air around it seemed to be rippling or shimmering with whatever dust is coming out from it. One of the creatures, only a white figure in the distance, approached the hole in the sky and disappeared into it. The other creatures started to follow it. The luahine started shouting, getting the men's attention, and pointed at the rip in the sky. One by one, each of the creatures disappeared into the hole and then, with a blink, the hole suddenly disappeared as if it was never there in the first place. The luahine's heart suddenly was filled with terror. The men approached the shoreline and looked up, trying to see if the mysterious hole was still in the sky.
The luahine heard mentions of demons and angels, of endings, from the men. She, however, was sure that a great big terror was plaguing her heart, filling her thoughts with images of destruction. Whatever those creatures were, she knew that they weren't friendly or peaceful. She looked at the children once again but they were too busy playing around to notice the anomaly in the sky that had just disappeared. The luahine feared for their safety. She knew those creatures were harbinger of awful days to come.
She didn't know how right she was.
*luahine means old woman.
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