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Silent Waves.
Praise the sea; on shore remain.
- John Florio
Praise the sea; on shore remain.
- John Florio
Table of Contents
-: Prologue: Last Words, No Words
-: Chapter One: Paths Cross
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Prologue:
Last Words, No Words
Last Words, No Words
User ID: Hastings.A
Password: **********
One moment . . .
Welcome, Professor Hastings!
Arthur Hastings smiled. Now it was time to add the daily observations into his Egg Watch. While his computer booted up, he went to the glass cylinder that contained the Manaphy Egg. It was a clear blue with yellow markings around one end; inside was a red orb (presumably the embryo) that very slowly floated up and down. Hastings eyed it carefully. The speed of the embryo's floating hadn't changed at all in the past two weeks, and so far no other motion had been recorded. The egg had simply sat there, suspended in the watery chamber and mocking Hastings with its untold secrets.
Ah, the computer's loaded. Hastings began to type.
October 2nd: Day 16
The Egg is sublimely beautiful; it is a clear blue jelly at this point. On close observation, it can be seen shivering ever so subtly. The signs of life that stir in the Egg fill me with unexpected emotions.
It was the same thing that he had typed every day, he realized. Nothing had changed, nothing had happened, nothing had evolved. Perhaps it was time he transported the Egg to Sinnoh. He had spoken to a young colleague, a man named Elm, who called New Bark City of Johto his hometown. Elm was a tad scatterbrained, but very intelligent and knowledgeable, especially regard Pokémon hatching and breeding. According to Elm, Hastings would be wise to send the Manaphy egg to Sinnoh; Sandgem Town, more specifically. Another colleague, Professor Rowan, had recently returned from his journeys abroad and was now back in Sandgem; Hastings took this opportunity as the perfect chance to give the professor his 'coming home' present.
Hastings opened up his wireless transfer program and began to type a message that would electronically safely disassemble the Egg's particles and reassemble them in Rowan's lab. He quickly typed up the following message to send to the professor:
To: William Rowan
From: Arthur Hastings
I have a Manaphy Egg in my care. I am sending it to Sinnoh in the hopes that you will find a trainer worthy to raise it. If you are unwilling to give the Egg away, you may keep it and study it. I have no other choice than to send the Egg; the conditions here in Fiore are not ideal for Egg hatching (in fact, to the best of my knowledge, a Pokémon egg hasn't hatched here for centuries).
I wish you the best of luck in raising this Egg. The scholar in me wants you to study the Pokémon when it hatches, but the ranger in me merely wishes for Manaphy's safety. Either way, I implore you to keep the egg out of harm's way.
Suddenly there was an enormous crash from behind Hastings; he spun around and saw that the door had been flung open, clearly with great force. Standing in the doorway was a muscular man wearing a striped black and white shirt with a long blue overcoat and a blue bandana that was embroidered with a faded white logo that Hastings could see spelled out the letter A. He was bent over double and Hastings could tell he was out of breath.
"Alright, Hastings," he said, panting. "I'm tired and I don't want to hurt you. So just hand over that egg and you'll be fine."
"Do you honestly think I'll just hand over a rare Manaphy Egg like that?" Hastings asked disdainfully. "And I thought the Go-Rock Squad was bad…"
"Yeah, whatever," the man said, clueless, "but I guess it's time you learned how truly terrible Team Aqua can be!"
"Team…Aqua?"
"Go, Buizel and Sneasel!" The Poké Balls flew through the air as the man called them; one released an orange otter-like creature that had a yellow inflation sac around its neck, and the second revealed was a small black humanoid creature with sharp claws. The beast's teeth were bared and it looked ready to fight.
"Sneasel, get that egg!"
"Snee!" Moving so fast it was almost a blur, Sneasel ran to the egg's confinement chamber and began slashing at the glass with its claws. Hastings quickly pressed the SEND button on his computer to begin transporting the egg, and the lights around the chamber glowed as electricity pumped the transportation process.
"Buizel!" A jet of water shot from Buizel's mouth, hitting the computer and short-circuiting it; fortunately, the egg was already being transported as the water hit. The machine short-circuited for a moment and the lights flickered, but the egg did eventually fade away as the machine transported it. However, Hastings realized that, due to the momentary malfunction, there was a chance that the egg wouldn't end up in Sandgem at all…
"Damn it!" the Aqua member growled. "Where did you send that egg? Tell me!" He marched over to Hastings, grabbing the old man roughly by his shirt and lifting him fully off the floor. Sneasel and Buizel came over, leering threateningly at the professor as well.
"That, sir, will be a mystery for me to know and for you to never find out."
"I'm not playing, Hastings. Give me the egg!" Slowly and deliberately, the Aqua grunt pulled a gun from his pocket and held it to the old man's head. "Tell me…or I'll blow your brains out."
Hastings merely stared the Aqua member calmly in the face. "I'm prepared to carry my secret to the grave, sir."
The man smirked. "Famous last words, old man."
And he pulled the trigger.
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On October 2nd at 7:22 PM , approximately four miles offshore the Sandgem Beach, a blue Pokémon egg materialized inches above the surface of the water. It hit the ocean and began to float with the tide lazily. A school of Chinchou led by three Lanturns swam over to examine this odd occurrence for a few moments before returning to their nightly routine.
A Finneon observed it curiously. A pair of Luvdisc leaped over the indigo waves, eyeing the egg as they sailed through the air in an affectionate embrace.
Tossed and turned by the sea's gentle current, the crimson embryo's movement slowly began to gain speed.
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The next morning, Noah Parrish slowly wandered down the desolate edge of Sandgem Beach, his large brown eyes wandering across the ocean's azure horizon that was dappled with pinks and reds from the rising sun. He let out a sigh and sat down on a large boulder, picking up a soaked stick of driftwood and pulling it through the damp sand. Slowly he began to draw the outline of a mountain, perhaps…or maybe it was a castle.
Noah glanced down at the edge of the water and his eyes followed the rhythmic ebb and flow of the tide. His eyes moved back and forth as the hypnotic motions calmed him, the whispering water barely making it onto the land before running back to its zone of comfort with the rest of its aquatic brethren.
Above him, a flock of Wingull cawed in unison as they soared above Sandgem and out over the sea, probably to mate. Noah remembered reading somewhere that Wingull mated at sea and then came back to lay their eggs. The cacophony was soothing to Noah's ears, somehow. This part of the day was his favorite. No people, no noises, just the ocean, the Pokémon, and him. After all, it was the closest Noah ever got to Pokémon, excluding Barney, Mama's spoiled pet Snubbull whom Noah found completely impossible to be around.
He always wondered why Dad had gotten Mama a Snubbull as a wedding present. The pink dog was not only spoiled and short-tempered, but Mama fawned over him nonstop and usually put him as her top priority after the family. So whenever Dad had to leave on a trip, Mama never went with him, claiming Barney was seasick and he "would absolutely die without his mummy!" And Mama never let Noah out of her sight, so no Mama meant no Noah. It was always fine, though. Noah didn't mind staying at home. He was perfectly happy at home with Mama; Dad always sent postcards by carrier Pidgey or would call them whenever his ship made port.
Currently, Dad was at home, probably sleeping. Noah had always had a bad habit of waking up early. Currently, according to his Pokétch, it was 6:11. His blue Pokétch was his most prized possession, a tenth birthday present from his dad. "Since you can't be a trainer," Dad had said, "I've giving you the next best thing. I'm sure Barney wouldn't mind pretending to be your Pokémon for a bit."
Noah would only smile at the thought of Barney actually getting off his custom-made bed and getting himself dirty.
During these quiet morning hours, Noah often wondered what it would be like to be a Pokémon trainer. Even though he was the required age of ten, Noah had never received a trainer license and wasn't ever allowed to become a trainer. He went to Professor Rowan's lab often and watched the perky new trainers choose their starters and walk away with a Pokédex and either a Piplup, Chimchar, or Turtwig. He wanted to be a trainer quite badly, actually, but his mother was mostly responsible for keeping him at home. She was a kind woman, but a tad overbearing at times (a fact most evident in Barney)…hence why she wouldn't let Noah leave Sandgem without her: she was scared her little boy would get lost and end up in some sort of danger.
Noah would have been happier if there were at least some people his age to hang out with. But everyone was either busy on their Pokémon journey or too young to play with him. They eyed him curiously as he read books or wandered the beach by himself and didn't answer when they called out to him.
As his thoughts faded and he found himself back in the sand, he saw that he had been drawing while thinking about something completely different. Now the subject of his sand art was clear to him: it was a palace. He was about to start admiring all the details he had unknowingly drawn when a large wave rushed in, erased his artwork, and retreated, its cruel roaring laughter echoing in Noah's ears. Frowning, Noah stood and stared out at the sea, preparing to leave.
Another wave washed upon the beach, and when it pulled back, there was something left behind in the sand that caught Noah's eye.
Noah wasn't sure what it was exactly, but its appearance was quite remarkable. It was large and blue and oval-shaped, kind of like an egg. The thing was kind of clear but muddled, like Noah was staring into a filter. The blue oval had yellow marks surrounding it, and inside the blue oval itself was a fluid like water; inside this fluid, a tiny red sphere about the size of a ping-pong ball slowly bobbed up and down.
Curious, Noah crouched down and poked the item; it felt almost like stiff jelly. He was afraid he would put a dent in it if he pushed too hard, so he pulled his finger back and lifted the object. It was rather light and firm once it held it in his arms, and it was moist. Obviously from the ocean, Noah thought. As he stared at the object, Noah felt himself overcome by a sense of peace and well-being, as if nothing in the world could upset him right now. It washed over his body like a cool wave, refreshing and invigorating him and still keeping him calm. The sounds of the world faded away; even the waves were silent.
For the first time in his life, holding this alien object, Noah didn't feel afraid, lonely, or sad. He actually felt…happy.
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