Hey, I've started a Pokemon Fan Fiction. I decided to put it here, as it seems there's only like... one member... and what's the point of making an entirely new thread if no one will read it. >_>
You know, it's weird, a few weeks and this club has no activity. Contrary to Shayla's. Shayla, it was a big mistake to make me a fan club. TT_TT I'm not valued. ;_; T_T :( TT_TT :'(
Laska just observed the small community as his brother Trai played and laughed with a few of his friends.
Laska's friends, Maloa and Mentiri, were studying. A pity that he would soon leave them all... but what must be done must be done.
"Hi, Laska!" Trai shouted, bounding up to him.
Laska just smiled slightly, nodded, and started back toward the nest. (house. XD) He had to finish the book he was reading.
As if he read his mind, Trai said, "Are you reading that book again? No one undestands it, so why are you so interested?"
But I know what it says. I can read it... thought Laska. "It is interesting to read the launguage of the great Moltres, brother."
Trai looked confused at this, but left to play with his friends again.
I will have to get him out of the way... Laska thought. "Trai!"
His brother turned. "What?"
"I'd like to show you something."
"What is it, brother?"
"I can't tell you just yet. Around nightfall, go to that field where I practice my attacks. I'll meet you there."
"Can I bring my friends?"
"No." said Laska, rather sharply. "Only you."
Trai nodded, excited, and raced off.
Laska poured over the book again.
Those who seek the most powerful of Flareon abilities, the Fire of Moltres, must first face many trials at the peak of Mt Blaze. The first trial involves carrying the power concentrated from the mark on his forehead up toward the top of the peak (this begins after the peak is obscured by cloud cover). It becomes heavyer the more he shall climb.
If he manages to reached the second ring of cloud cover, the second trial begins. It involves facing your fears, the most common of which involves carrying the body of a loved one to the third and final trial. Note that the body is only an illusion, and the loved one is probably safe. In the third trial he must place his power on the sacred Altar of Moltres, where it sinks into liquid fire and the pit of fire which Moltres is said to live shall judge it. If Moltres accepts his power, he shall be given his power back along with the Fire of Moltres. Then, an event will occer depending on the heart, soul, and mind of he who faces the trials. However, if Moltres denies his power, he shall lose it forever.
Laska blinked. It will be worth taking the risk. It is something I must risk. For the pride of the Flareon species. For unimaginable power.
Laska looked around to make sure no one was following, and he started on the trail toward Mt Blaze.
***
Laska stopped and looked down. He could see the clan below him, and he could see his brother far from the volcano's range. He was about to enter Trial One, he could see the magic barrier that he would have to walk through.
He mentally shook himself and stepped through the barrier.
The effect was instantanious, the symbol on his forehead started to glow, and produced a stream of light that quickly solified into a gem, small and glowing like magma. Laska picked it up with his mouth, and started the climb.
He was fine until about halfway to Trial Two, and he had his head dragged down by the weight of the gem. This wouldn't be much of a problem if he had his powers, but of course, he didn't, it was all in the tiny rock he held in his mouth.
He let go of the gem, and sat down to think. He couldn't use his fire strength to carry it up, as his power was inside the gem. He couldn't push it up, it was too small. He glanced up at the peak of the volcano, and his undivided intrest in the Fire of Moltres rose within him again. He must obtain that power. He wanted it more than anything.
He picked up the gem and pressed forward, forcing his screaming muscles to comply. He eventually had to stop again, and then somehow got the gem onto his back.
At this point, any normal pokemon would give up, or at least crawl to the top. But Laska didn't consider himself one of the 'normal' pokemon, he was stronger, he was fiercer, more intelligent. He was proud of his heratage, but he disliked his clan's way of depending on eachother. Depending on others were for weaker, inferior pokemon.
He saw the barrier ahead, and he was suddenly struck by an idea. He launched the gem through it by kicking his back legs into the air like a Ponyta. He ran forward.
He heard screams the moment he stepped through the magical wall, but, as he was unaffected by such things, he only slightly flinched. The gem grew, shifted, changed shape, as if it were a horrifying parody of Ditto.
The gem became his brother, covered in bruses and scrapes, and blood was dripping from his mouth. He looked up at Laska.
"Laska... I have... failed..." and he fell over and moved no more.
Laska was expecting this of course, but a single tear escaped his eye at the image of his brother dead at his feet. Trai was the only one who understood him, who ever even considered him as a friend. True, Laska was respected by the clan, as he was one of the most powerful Flareon, but he was cold and distant. He only ever opened up to Trai.
Laska cleared his head of these thoughts, and grabbed his 'brother' by the scruff, and started to drag him up the mountain.
He reached the peak, and, panting in exhaustion, placed Trai's body on the altar. It morphed, and then it was a symbol of the Flareon Clan carved into a stone. Laska jumped as the altar burned and stared to melt. It crumbled away to reveal a pit of magma. Laska watched in cool intrest as the gem sank into the fire. He heard a strange melody, possibly Moltres's voice. Was Moltres in the pit of lava, singing? There was no way to tell.
Your jorney is complete, Laska. My flames will assist you whenever you call upon them.
It definetly was a voice this time. The singing became louder, and Laska heard the voice call something in a strange language.
Was den Berg anbetrifft des Feuers, beachten Sie meine Anweisung,
werden ausgewählt bewundern einfach im Inneren jede mögliche Kraft,
aber ungeduldig für diesen Zentralausschuß ist sie es, die Gehirne
dunkel, ist ruhig. Sie sprengt Sie was den Berg anbetrifft des Feuers
zu meiner Mitteilung der Löhne der Anweisung, mit der integrierten
Reinheit.
The singing stopped. The breeze stilled. Crickets stopped chirping. Birds stopped singing. Everything was silent, silent as the grave.
Laska smiled slightly.
BANG!
The volcano erupted.
Maloa looked up and screamed. A river of fire and an avalanche of flaming rocks were headed straight for the clan! She started to go back to the main part of the village (they're on the outskirts), but Mentiri stopped her.
"There's nothing we can do, Maloa. Let's go."
Maloa nodded, and ran after Mentiri. They knew about this secret cave that no one else knew about, and luckily, it would protect them from the eruption. As she ran into the cave, she collapsed on the ground and, with tears streaming down her face, cried, "LASKA!"
Trai jumped. No, it couldn't be true! The volcano had erupted! It hadn't even given warning at all, or the Flareon clan would have evacuated long ago. But he couldn't do anything, all he could do was stay out of the way.
As the dust cleared, he ran forward, and reached the village.
A horrible sight met his eyes. Everywhere he looked, there were mangled and broken bodies of Flareon, those he had played with, talked with, ate with and bickered with. He couldn't beleve that they were all dead...
But alas, they were. Trai tore through the rubble. "MUM! DAD! LASKA!" No answer. Nothing at all. He pulled back rubble and wood; and jumped occasionally as he found body after body. Finally, he found what he was looking for. But it was too late.
His father lay spread eagled over his mother, it seemed his dying actions had been to protect her. But she had died too, because of the severe heat of the blast. A horrible gash ran down his father's left hind leg, and blood was leaking out of one of his eye sockets. His mother too, lay motionless, and she had severe burns on her face, and the look frozen on it was of terror. Trai didn't try to stop the tears that came to his eyes. "Mum... Dad..." He couldn't beleve that in just five minutes, his life had been changed forever.
He didn't know how long he stood there, just staring at them, but when he finally turned around, he blinked and did a double take. Laska had been standing behind him, and he was alive.
"Laska!" said Trai. "You're alive... but what are you doing here? How did you survive?"
Laska didn't respond, he was serveying the bodies of the Flareon that surround them, with what seemed to be calm interest.
"Laska. Everyone's dead! Can't you see that?"
"Yes, I know." said Laska, turning his attention to his younger brother.
Trai gasped. "Your mark... it's different..."
For Laska's mark had changed from orange to white, and it shined like a star.
"You... you gained the Moltres Flame! But why didn't you use it to save everyone?" Trai asked. Then it dawned on him, and he felt as if he were going to be sick. "You. You killed them."
"It wasn't entirely my intention, but I caused the eruption." said Laska calmly.
"No... that's not true... It couldn't... YOU WERE KIND TO ME! YOU DEFENDED ME! AND NOW, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" Trai screamed, charging up a blast of fire. He didn't care what it would do to his brother, he didn't care anymore.
Laska looked down, and before Trai could do anything, he kicked something at his feet.
"Time Flower...?"
And the flower opened. Images flooded Trai's eyes, Flareon screaming, dying. Rocks crushing them, lava burning them. And Laska stood, looking with a cold interest, at his family dying beneath him. Trai saw the slight smile that formed on his lips.
The flareon were being torn apart, blood and fire was everywhere, he couldn't tell the difference between them. It was torture! Why, WHY did that Time Flower have to be there?
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Trai roared, throwing himself at Laska. Laska jumped aside.
"Too predictable, brother." he said quietly.
Tears flooded Trai's eyes again.
Run away, Trai. Run away, and never return."
Trai didn't feel himself turning away. He didn't feel himself run away in terror, his paws thudding against the rubble. He didn't feel himself collapse about a mile away.
He sank into restless sleep, the image of his brother's eyes haunting his dreams.
"Hey. Hey, are you all right?"
Trai opened his eyes. There was an Espeon standing over him, looking concerned. It was female.
"Leave me alone." he rasped, trying to stand up. The Espeon stopped him.
"You look horrible! Where's your family? Are you lost?"
Trai blinked, and his eyes swam with fresh tears. "My family's dead. My... my brother killed them."
"How awful!" gasped the Espeon, appaled.
"He caused an eruption... it killed the Clan..."
"FlareClan's gone? Just like that?" she asked.
"Yes."
"So you've got nowhere to go..."
"I can take care of myself." Trai muttered defiantly.
"No, come with me. Come to my home, you can stay with us."
"And let my brother destroy you? I'm a danger to you all."
"Nonsense. Your brother doesn't even know you're here." said the Espeon.
"Very well then." sighed Trai, standing up.
"What's your name?"
"Trai."
The Espeon smiled. "My name's Koistaa of EntaClan. Nice to meet you. Come on, let's go, before someone sees us." she turned and dashed off into the forest.
Trai looked back toward the volcano. How much his life had changed...
"Wait!"
He ran after Koistaa.
Laska twitched his ears. He was close now, very close. He had been tracking the fabled ESO for three days now, he had to catch up to them. ESO stood for The Elemental Seeker Orginization, they were rumored to have amazing powers, and they were trying to take control of the Legendaries.
"Halt!" shouted a stern voice. A Leafeon stepped out of the bushes, followed by a few other Eevee evolutions. Laska had found the ESO at last! "What are you doing here?"
"I am Flare Laska. I present myself to you in peace, as I wish to join you."
The Leafeon stepped forward catiously. "Flare Laska, you say? What can you do? What is the extent of your abilities?"
"I am a master of Fire, as all FlareClan members are, I can bend it to my will. At age four, when I first attempted a fire attack, I produced a Flamethrower instead of the standard Ember. I have also obtained the legendary Moltres Flame, by climbing to the peak of Mt Blaze. I have met and talked with Moltres."
A few of the ESO members gasped in astonishment.
The Leafeon's eyes narrowed. "Show me proof of this Moltres Flame."
Laska closed his eyes. "Of course."
As if a bomb had gone off, the whole of the ESO was blasted backward by intense force, but only one of them actually freaked out and attacked.
Laska stopped the Glaceon with ease, and opened his eyes again.
"Very impressive." said the Leafeon. "You said you wish to join us?"
Laska nodded. "Yes."
The Leafeon dug into the pad of his own forepaw with a stick until blood was drawn. He told Laska to do the same.
When Laska did, the Leafeon placed his paw so his bleeding pad was pressed against Laska's.
"You must swear an oath to the ways of the ESO." he whispered. "Will you obey your leader even if it goes against the ways of your clan?"
"Yes."
"Cooparate with who you are partnered with, and complete your missions as needed?"
"I will."
"Most importaintly, will you remain loyal to the ESO for as long as you may live?"
"I will."
"It is finished then, Flare Laska."
"You always are too quick to let others join." said a Dusteon.
"That may be, but I doubt I'll regret this disicion." said the Leafeon.
"Hello, Trai." said the EntaClan leader, Saga. (pronounced Sa-juh)
"Master Saga." replied Trai.
"Have you seen Koistaa?"
"As a matter of fact, I haven't."
"Hm... let me know if you see her." muttered Saga, turning to leave.
Trai had settled in well with EntaClan, even if he was a little different. Koistaa had developed a slight crush on him, and she followed him everywhere. It became so frequent that he would look over his shoulder and see her, that he was surprised that he hadn't seen her all day. Where could she be?
"Laska..." Maloa cried.
"I know you're upset, but why Laska over everything else?" asked Mentiri.
Maloa just blinked. "You'd never understand..."
"You love him, don't you?"
"Since I first met him."
"Well, Laska and Trai both attract a lot of females, you know that."
"It's not that, it's his expressions, his personality. His calm intellect, his cool thoughtfulness..."
"I see. But... Laska only liked you as a friend, you know that."
"I doubt he ever had any friends, really. Except Trai."
Mentiri looked outside. "Do you think it will be safe to leave now?"
"Yes. But let's not go near the village." Maloa whispered. "I don't want to see dear Laska's body."
It turned out Koistaa was just reading a book, a romance novel which annoyed Trai grieviously. Trai rolled his eyes and almost ran into Saga.
"Trai, I'd like to ask you something."
"What is it, Master Saga?" wondered Trai.
"Have you heard of the FFS?"
"The Freedom Fighter Squad?"
"Yes. Do not tell this to anyone, but... I am a member."
"Why do you want to keep it a secret?"
"Because I'd be targeted for sure. I'm knowned as Shadeye in the FFS, so..."
"Why are you telling me this?"
Saga paused. "Because I want you to be my apprentice in the Squad."
Trai blinked. "So we'd hunt down evil Evolutions?"
"Yes. I have seen that you are strong enough, confident enough... for this job. This position."
Trai thought for a moment. Maybe I'd get to confront Laska again... and I must take that Flame from him. He must not use it as a mass murdering device...
But Laska didn't kill the clan, said another voice in his head. The volcano did.
But it was Laska's fault. I don't want anyone else to be in the same situation as I am. And besides, with the Flame, I can destroy all evil!
"Yes. I'd love to be your apprentice."
Happiness flooded Saga's aged features. "Thank you, Trai, my student."
"Of course, Master." Trai lowered his head in respect, and padded away, pride bursting from his heart.
