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- The Sky with Diamonds.
- Seen Sep 15, 2013
So I was bored and wanted to write something demon-ey. I couldn't think of any plot in particular, so just started writing. Then, as it does a lot, the plot ran and hit me in the face, so I started writing. Hopefully I'll keep up with this, no? :3
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Prologue - Thursday
Thursday. Typical Thursday.
The strange creature, with only one word of mythic tales could possibly describe – 'werewolf' – sat munching happily, the remains of a poor creature scattering from its mouth in rips of flesh. The orangey coloured skin was also scarred with blood and cuts, so it was clear enough it had put up a fight. This was sort of a half-surprise, as most accepted their fate; it saddened me I had not met this creature beforehand, so I could ask him to help me.
My blade gripped tightly I leapt, Guanaug at my side. She was a fine Girafarig, that was sure, and the only one that had stayed with me during my whole battle. A battle I fought for the most part alone. Friends were nothing anymore. We didn't have them. Nobody did.
Spinning my arms in dramatic circles as I yelled a war-cry to confuse the beast – succeeding at that, as it raised its head, blind eyes scanning, listening for the slightest detail – I began to throw the rocks I had prepared at the trees of the forests around it. Its keen ears twitched repeatedly and it howled, presumably with pain. I spun the sword once, driving it forwards through fur and flesh, guiding the metal towards the heart.
Ever since the Fourth War it had all changed. Arceus, tired of our endless fighting in, split. Not once, not twice, but into four separate beings. For a moment, a sheer split second, everybody went silent. Weapons dropped and all beings – humans and all 492 of the creatures we had befriended – watched. For that one second, everything was how it should have been, like in the Old World. But after that split second, all hell broke loose.
People were angry at Arceus. The four new beings were intimidating and unfriendly to those that looked at them, as they spoke not a word. One was brighter than the sun itself, the other dark as black. The other two were half and half, yin and yang; the point that light cannot exist without darkness. And it didn't; two of the beings, the sole black and sole white, erupted, creating two rifts in our universe. Arceus had led us here to save us, and now it seemed it was killing us all.
The beast howled with pain as I pushed my sword further and further, claws lashing out randomly at where I might be. Needless to say it missed. I dropped to my knees to avoid one of the long claws, clearly sharpened, and the blade slid out a margin. Enough for the beast to get an edge, anyway, flinging me and – luckily, that is – my sword further back. Guanaug growled, her normally blue eyes going misty, and the beast, which had been coming towards me with intensions to kill, was flung backwards, the strange purple 'shield' surrounding it disappearing as her eyes returned to normal.
However, whilst they had imploded, they had not. All four of these strange new creations were everywhere yet here all at once, watching over everything but still watching us grouped around it. They could be sensing a raindrop falling across the world yet feel us touch them with curious fingers. And whilst they seemed hostile at first, it took mere hours before they were cherished as gods. And yet again, the planet split.
I scooped up my sword, grasping the emerald-embedded handle and darting to the left, bounding off a tree, at the same time throwing the stone I had in my other hand. It hit the ground next to the creature, which attacked it furiously, believing it to be me. I almost, just almost, felt a pang of pity as the metal slid between its pointless eyes, driving deep between its brain. But the thought of the cause came back to me and all traces of pity feelings were lost in fury.
The quarters of the planet, for a few days, seemed fine. Yet as it had been seen before, twice in fact, wars and outrages broke out, and soon everyone was at each other's necks if they weren't a part of the quarter they lived in. Strange attempts at creating diseases went wrong as the four gods grew angry, driving deep into the planet, creating dangerous volcanoes and releasing hordes of demonic-like foes to mix with the creatures we had once called friends, the Pokémon. It's an all-against-all, with only few friends at your side. Nobody is safe anymore. Nobody's protected.
And then, slap-bang in the middle there's me: Danny Horton, fiend-hunter extraordinaire.
I hate Thursdays.
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Prologue - Thursday
Thursday. Typical Thursday.
The strange creature, with only one word of mythic tales could possibly describe – 'werewolf' – sat munching happily, the remains of a poor creature scattering from its mouth in rips of flesh. The orangey coloured skin was also scarred with blood and cuts, so it was clear enough it had put up a fight. This was sort of a half-surprise, as most accepted their fate; it saddened me I had not met this creature beforehand, so I could ask him to help me.
My blade gripped tightly I leapt, Guanaug at my side. She was a fine Girafarig, that was sure, and the only one that had stayed with me during my whole battle. A battle I fought for the most part alone. Friends were nothing anymore. We didn't have them. Nobody did.
Spinning my arms in dramatic circles as I yelled a war-cry to confuse the beast – succeeding at that, as it raised its head, blind eyes scanning, listening for the slightest detail – I began to throw the rocks I had prepared at the trees of the forests around it. Its keen ears twitched repeatedly and it howled, presumably with pain. I spun the sword once, driving it forwards through fur and flesh, guiding the metal towards the heart.
Ever since the Fourth War it had all changed. Arceus, tired of our endless fighting in, split. Not once, not twice, but into four separate beings. For a moment, a sheer split second, everybody went silent. Weapons dropped and all beings – humans and all 492 of the creatures we had befriended – watched. For that one second, everything was how it should have been, like in the Old World. But after that split second, all hell broke loose.
People were angry at Arceus. The four new beings were intimidating and unfriendly to those that looked at them, as they spoke not a word. One was brighter than the sun itself, the other dark as black. The other two were half and half, yin and yang; the point that light cannot exist without darkness. And it didn't; two of the beings, the sole black and sole white, erupted, creating two rifts in our universe. Arceus had led us here to save us, and now it seemed it was killing us all.
The beast howled with pain as I pushed my sword further and further, claws lashing out randomly at where I might be. Needless to say it missed. I dropped to my knees to avoid one of the long claws, clearly sharpened, and the blade slid out a margin. Enough for the beast to get an edge, anyway, flinging me and – luckily, that is – my sword further back. Guanaug growled, her normally blue eyes going misty, and the beast, which had been coming towards me with intensions to kill, was flung backwards, the strange purple 'shield' surrounding it disappearing as her eyes returned to normal.
However, whilst they had imploded, they had not. All four of these strange new creations were everywhere yet here all at once, watching over everything but still watching us grouped around it. They could be sensing a raindrop falling across the world yet feel us touch them with curious fingers. And whilst they seemed hostile at first, it took mere hours before they were cherished as gods. And yet again, the planet split.
I scooped up my sword, grasping the emerald-embedded handle and darting to the left, bounding off a tree, at the same time throwing the stone I had in my other hand. It hit the ground next to the creature, which attacked it furiously, believing it to be me. I almost, just almost, felt a pang of pity as the metal slid between its pointless eyes, driving deep between its brain. But the thought of the cause came back to me and all traces of pity feelings were lost in fury.
The quarters of the planet, for a few days, seemed fine. Yet as it had been seen before, twice in fact, wars and outrages broke out, and soon everyone was at each other's necks if they weren't a part of the quarter they lived in. Strange attempts at creating diseases went wrong as the four gods grew angry, driving deep into the planet, creating dangerous volcanoes and releasing hordes of demonic-like foes to mix with the creatures we had once called friends, the Pokémon. It's an all-against-all, with only few friends at your side. Nobody is safe anymore. Nobody's protected.
And then, slap-bang in the middle there's me: Danny Horton, fiend-hunter extraordinaire.
I hate Thursdays.