-A loud metalic pang sounded loud in the mansion as a copper pellet rebounded off of a metal target, denting it and falling harmlessly on the floor. A silver haired boy, looking about 16 stood a few meters away, pointing his weapon at the dead center of the target. Seeing as the gun was spend, he jerked the revolver to one side, releasing the empty cylinder , and then aiming it vertically so that the empty shells fell out of the gun. He reached around, and out of a medium sized pouch at his waist, pulled out eight pellets, and placed them, each in their own slot. He pushed the cylinder back into place with his free thumb, then in a fluent motion, twisted, swinging his weapon arm, and pulling the trigger mid-swing, unleashing the pellet from the barrel.
From a slow motion point of view, one would see that the bullets path had been altered by its form of release, making it so that it curved around one of the pillars in his room and hit the manikin behind the pillar, causing it to fall to the ground on its back. Sky then dropped the revolver into his other hand, which he swung vertically and shot, causing the bullet to curve so that it hit the target behind him, dead in the center. He released the weapon, allowing it to fall before he snatched it from the air, and pointed it at the head of another manikin, shooting it directly in the back of its head. Smirking, Skylar looked around,and then swung the weapon around his finger twice, before placing it back into its holster at his waist. In his mind, those weren't just targets he had hit, those were people, and he had just killed them all, and he almost swore that he heard the "awesome" Texas guitar cord, that sounded in the old cowboy movies right after the hero had killed the villain in a standoff.
Smirking, he shook his head at the weak joke, and started towards the steps that led to the 3rd floor, his other room. This room, was a complete mural, depicting a world he often saw in his dreams. This world seemed to be filled with millions of strange creatures, none of which he knew the name of. The floor showed the grasslands, badlands, as well as the endless sea. The walls showed the vast forests and thundering volcanoes, who's smoke drifted into the skies about. The ceiling, which were the skies, was a blend of blue and purple, with few clouds dotting the skies.
He walked over to his work desk and grabbed his sketchpad from a drawer, before sharpening his pencil, and heading towards one of the windows that led out onto the roof. Stepping outside he expected to be welcomed with a cool night's breeze, and instead felt a snowflake flutter down and melt on his arm, leaving a drop of water in its place. The weird thing was that the temperature was about 85 degrees, the average of a summers day. He dusted off a small area, and sad down on the roof, looking up at the sky, his theory once again came back to bother him, and he began to feel a bit lonely, a side affect of his little theory that really couldn't be explained. What else was really out there, and what was he missing?
A sound resembling that of a sonic boom, and then a twinkle of light caught his attention, and he turned his head to look at it. As it got closer, it seemed to resemble a meteor... no not one, two, two of them heading towards him. He snatched his sketchpad from where it lay beside him and took a mental reference picture in his mind, preparing to draw. His hand in the pencil became a blur, flying across the limited space of the paper, catching every single detail that he could with his limited amount of time. Skylar frowned, seeing that he had drawn the first two meteors too big, and he looked up to get a better reference.
As he looked up, his eyes grew wide, and he dodge rolled forward, both the smartest and most stupid thing he had ever done in his life. Half a second later, the two meteor smashed into the spot he had been sitting, and landed in the art room, while Sky free fell towards the snow white grown, which he guessed was soon to be painted red. As he took one last look at the sky, he snickered lightly to himself. "What a waste" he thought, "I never got to see that place..."which was the last thing he thought before he closed his eyes. At the last second, two figures emerged from the hole in the roof, and sped towards him at an unreal speed.
When he opened his eyes, he was laying in his bed in the art room, staring at his depiction of two creatures, one red, and one blue on the ceiling. He looked over to his work desk and saw that his sketchpad was still in the spot he had grabbed it from only a few minutes before, and so he began to think it was only a bad dream... that is until he began to hear voices.-
"When is he going to wake up? Or his he dead or something?" One said, a feminine voice, filled with concern. "Nah, there's no way, since we caught him before he hit that weird dwarf thing in his yard, stop worrying too much..." This different voice sounded masculine, and a bit hesitant, as if he was trying to reassure himself.
-Sky swung his legs over, and stood up, a bit shakily at first, but he eventually steadied. His vision was also a bit blurry, but it was gradually coming back. He arched a brow as he beheld the two floating creatures before him, looking back up at his painting, then at them. The red one laughed slightly pointing at the painting of the blue one.-
"Latios, he made you look kinda fat, haha." The blue one growled slightly, before uttering a retort, "Yeah well, he made you skinny, but forget that. There is a reason we are here." This caused the red one to pout, grumbling under her breath. "Your no fun brother... but it is true." She then floated over and handed a letter to Sky, which he took slowly, expecting it to blow up in his face. He eventually began to read.
"I write these letters... in hopes that anyone can answer my plea. My world... it is dying. The sky has forgotten sunrise. The inhabitants are falling, falling to this strange song and slipping into the most bloodstained of madness. My world is tearing itself apart. If this goes on... both our worlds will die. I can not stop her any longer. By the time you read this I am certain she will have captured or killed me. The creature who carried this to you is a Pokemon. In that egg with it is also a Pokemon. Please, with these two, please fight to protect our worlds. Please... end my sister's life before the Gods raise her up to immortality.
Child of Wishes, Aiko"
"Egg? What.... oh, didn't see that there." He walked over and picked it up, examining its blue and black design. He then walked over to his bead and was about to put it down before he remembered something. "That letter said... letters... how many other people are there?
-The two pokemon looked at each other and shrugged, causing Sky to close his eyes and shake his head slightly. But still he couldn't be annoyed, what he had been waiting for had finally happened! "Perhaps... perhaps I won't be alone anymore..." he thought, looking at the two bickering siblings-
((Jeebus Krust! It's finally done!!!))
