Ria
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- The Delightful Company of THEM
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Oh, boy... okay, after lots of thinking, backing out, and... er... breathing into a paper bag, I forced myself to post my ficcy ^^; Yup, I'm a begginer, and it probably kinda sucks right now, but it's so much fun to write, it's just CAN'T be all bad, right?
First thing's first: nothing is mine, except for the plot, the characters, and maybe some of the pokemon's personalities... oh, and the keyboard... the computer is my dad's :embarrass
Anyhoo, a note: (yeah, I hate'em too, but I think this one's kinda neccesary) The region of Rylan in which the plot takes place is made up... er, by me, that is. No character in the fic is named AFTER anyone or anything in particular, I just used the names I like, and if you happen to run across a name you know from wherever, the similarity is cointidential... well, except ONE latter characer which is named after Whoopie Goldberg :embarrass Er... and so, THE FIC:
The Mirror Never Lies
Chapter I: Can you get there on time?
It was a warm mid-spring morning in the Shimmering Forest. The trees were snowy with blossoms, and clad in the new suit of fresh leaves. There was a soft murmur in the deliscious, gentle breeze the region of Rylan was famous for. Fay loved the spring, when everything would come to life after the deep white slumber, but oddly enough, she loved the fall too, when the trees would burn with colour before the snow would cover everything.
To tell the truth, this fifteen year old girl loved everything. She would spend days exploring the bright forest overflowing with life, taking pictures of pokemon so that she could sketch them later. Pokemon meant everything to her, and it was no wonder it was so, when she was the youngest child of the famous Longfellow family. Generations of her ancestors were trainers, explorers, professors, gym leaders, even members of the Elite Four of the Sunrise League.
Strangely enough, Fay never got a pokemon of her own. She took care of those that belonged to her parents, and her brother and sister, so she never felt the need to get one of her own. She enjoyed watching and drawing them all the same. Right now, she was on the trail of a gorgeous Buterfree, the only one in the area, so that she could get a snapshot. Her hazel eyes squinted as she wiggled her nose to stop herself from sneezing. "Note to self," she whispered edgily, "cut bloody hair." Funny how her chestnut hair would pick the most inconvenient moments to turn nasty on her. It tickled her nose, but she couldn't afford any sudden movements. Not when the buterfree was so close. It sat on a tree stump, waving it's gorgeous, huge wings gently back and forth. The tree tops sprinkled just enough sunlight to make the fine wings almost translucent it their beauty. If she could get just a bit closer, Fay could get a once in a lifetime shot.
She crawled through the bushes, ever-so-slowly, inch by inch, getting closer to her goal, but then she came across the one thing that could ruin her chance. A pidgey, slumbering in its nest. The pidgey in Rylan had a peculiar habit of making their nests on the ground, in tall grass and bushes, and they would often startle gullible passersby by shooting out of the grass right in front of them. Fay froze. If she woke it up, it'd cause a hullabaloo and her golden chance would flutter away.
Before she could think of her next step, there was a bloodcurdling roar, and /FRRRR/ out of the bushes an upward rain of pidgies spurred, their little wings making flapping noises as the flock hurried to a safer place. When Fay was able to raise her eyes without fear of dust or tiny feathers falling into them, she saw exactly what she expected to see; nothing. Just an empty tree stump.
"Bloody hell..." she muttered as she sat up on her heels. It wasn't the missed opportunity that bugged her as much as the roar she'd heard. It was an unmistakable dragonite's roar, but this one, in particular, was familar to her. She jumped to her feet, brushed the dirt and leaves from her green, comfy trousers, and straightened her black, sleevless shirt. It wasn't the outfit of the year, but it got the job done on the field. She flinched when she heard the roar again.
"Seraph?" She wondered. It couldn't be, the chances were greater of meeting a wild dragonite in these parts than of it being him. In any case, she figured she'd better make a run for it, so she sprinted towards the source of the sound, her home, the town of Summerlight.
As she ran, her hair dancing after her, a thousand thoughts raced through her mind, and the first one was:"impossible!". How could Seraph be here? And why did he sound so angry? The closer she got to her town, nestled deep in the Shimmering Forest, she encountered more and more pokemon running in the opposite direction, consumed in blind fear. What was going on!? Soon, she started coming across people too, they brushed and clashed against her while trying to get away, but no one would speak to her until, finnaly, she spotted a familiar face.
"Oy! Mr. Archer! Mr. Archer, please, wait! What's going on!?" She shouted. The elderly man stopped in his tracks and gaped at her, his face ashen with fear. He gasped:
"Fay!? What are you... run! Run! They've come for you! It's a conspiracy of the government to..." The girl shook her head impatiently. She knew old mr. Archer wasn't exactly all there, but now the stampedo of screaming people seemed to share his sentiments that they're all in big trouble.
"Mr. Archer, slow down! What are you talking about!?" she had to shout to outloud the people screaming, "Who came? Why is everyone running?" Mr. Archer glanced across his shoulder nervously, as he tried to pull her with him.
"There's no time!" he gasped out, his breathing heavy, "They've got your family, and they'll get you too, if you don't run!" He blurted out, and Fay paled terribly as she stammered:
"M-my... no!" She broke away from her neighbour, and ran as fast as she could toward her house, trying to avoid all the people rushing past her. She had no idea what was going on, but her family was in danger, and she was not going to leave them behind.
To be continued: Fay arrives home, but what does she find there? What is this that fills both people and pokemon with dread? Read in the next chapter:"From The Corner Of Your Eye".
There ya go, the first chapter! I will post the next one on July 19th... er, THIS year :embarrass and that's because this chapter was kinda shortish. Okay, there it is! So, let me have it ^^; I'm a big girl, I can take it ^^; Er... hang on /hides behind a baricade/ 'Kay, like I said, FIRE away! The worst thing you could say is absolutely nothing ^^; If anyone's curious, I'll post some explanation about the region of Rylan, and... I won't babble as much in the next chapter, I promise ^^; Enjoy! (or... er... not... whichever you please ^^; )
First thing's first: nothing is mine, except for the plot, the characters, and maybe some of the pokemon's personalities... oh, and the keyboard... the computer is my dad's :embarrass
Anyhoo, a note: (yeah, I hate'em too, but I think this one's kinda neccesary) The region of Rylan in which the plot takes place is made up... er, by me, that is. No character in the fic is named AFTER anyone or anything in particular, I just used the names I like, and if you happen to run across a name you know from wherever, the similarity is cointidential... well, except ONE latter characer which is named after Whoopie Goldberg :embarrass Er... and so, THE FIC:
The Mirror Never Lies
Chapter I: Can you get there on time?
It was a warm mid-spring morning in the Shimmering Forest. The trees were snowy with blossoms, and clad in the new suit of fresh leaves. There was a soft murmur in the deliscious, gentle breeze the region of Rylan was famous for. Fay loved the spring, when everything would come to life after the deep white slumber, but oddly enough, she loved the fall too, when the trees would burn with colour before the snow would cover everything.
To tell the truth, this fifteen year old girl loved everything. She would spend days exploring the bright forest overflowing with life, taking pictures of pokemon so that she could sketch them later. Pokemon meant everything to her, and it was no wonder it was so, when she was the youngest child of the famous Longfellow family. Generations of her ancestors were trainers, explorers, professors, gym leaders, even members of the Elite Four of the Sunrise League.
Strangely enough, Fay never got a pokemon of her own. She took care of those that belonged to her parents, and her brother and sister, so she never felt the need to get one of her own. She enjoyed watching and drawing them all the same. Right now, she was on the trail of a gorgeous Buterfree, the only one in the area, so that she could get a snapshot. Her hazel eyes squinted as she wiggled her nose to stop herself from sneezing. "Note to self," she whispered edgily, "cut bloody hair." Funny how her chestnut hair would pick the most inconvenient moments to turn nasty on her. It tickled her nose, but she couldn't afford any sudden movements. Not when the buterfree was so close. It sat on a tree stump, waving it's gorgeous, huge wings gently back and forth. The tree tops sprinkled just enough sunlight to make the fine wings almost translucent it their beauty. If she could get just a bit closer, Fay could get a once in a lifetime shot.
She crawled through the bushes, ever-so-slowly, inch by inch, getting closer to her goal, but then she came across the one thing that could ruin her chance. A pidgey, slumbering in its nest. The pidgey in Rylan had a peculiar habit of making their nests on the ground, in tall grass and bushes, and they would often startle gullible passersby by shooting out of the grass right in front of them. Fay froze. If she woke it up, it'd cause a hullabaloo and her golden chance would flutter away.
Before she could think of her next step, there was a bloodcurdling roar, and /FRRRR/ out of the bushes an upward rain of pidgies spurred, their little wings making flapping noises as the flock hurried to a safer place. When Fay was able to raise her eyes without fear of dust or tiny feathers falling into them, she saw exactly what she expected to see; nothing. Just an empty tree stump.
"Bloody hell..." she muttered as she sat up on her heels. It wasn't the missed opportunity that bugged her as much as the roar she'd heard. It was an unmistakable dragonite's roar, but this one, in particular, was familar to her. She jumped to her feet, brushed the dirt and leaves from her green, comfy trousers, and straightened her black, sleevless shirt. It wasn't the outfit of the year, but it got the job done on the field. She flinched when she heard the roar again.
"Seraph?" She wondered. It couldn't be, the chances were greater of meeting a wild dragonite in these parts than of it being him. In any case, she figured she'd better make a run for it, so she sprinted towards the source of the sound, her home, the town of Summerlight.
As she ran, her hair dancing after her, a thousand thoughts raced through her mind, and the first one was:"impossible!". How could Seraph be here? And why did he sound so angry? The closer she got to her town, nestled deep in the Shimmering Forest, she encountered more and more pokemon running in the opposite direction, consumed in blind fear. What was going on!? Soon, she started coming across people too, they brushed and clashed against her while trying to get away, but no one would speak to her until, finnaly, she spotted a familiar face.
"Oy! Mr. Archer! Mr. Archer, please, wait! What's going on!?" She shouted. The elderly man stopped in his tracks and gaped at her, his face ashen with fear. He gasped:
"Fay!? What are you... run! Run! They've come for you! It's a conspiracy of the government to..." The girl shook her head impatiently. She knew old mr. Archer wasn't exactly all there, but now the stampedo of screaming people seemed to share his sentiments that they're all in big trouble.
"Mr. Archer, slow down! What are you talking about!?" she had to shout to outloud the people screaming, "Who came? Why is everyone running?" Mr. Archer glanced across his shoulder nervously, as he tried to pull her with him.
"There's no time!" he gasped out, his breathing heavy, "They've got your family, and they'll get you too, if you don't run!" He blurted out, and Fay paled terribly as she stammered:
"M-my... no!" She broke away from her neighbour, and ran as fast as she could toward her house, trying to avoid all the people rushing past her. She had no idea what was going on, but her family was in danger, and she was not going to leave them behind.
To be continued: Fay arrives home, but what does she find there? What is this that fills both people and pokemon with dread? Read in the next chapter:"From The Corner Of Your Eye".
There ya go, the first chapter! I will post the next one on July 19th... er, THIS year :embarrass and that's because this chapter was kinda shortish. Okay, there it is! So, let me have it ^^; I'm a big girl, I can take it ^^; Er... hang on /hides behind a baricade/ 'Kay, like I said, FIRE away! The worst thing you could say is absolutely nothing ^^; If anyone's curious, I'll post some explanation about the region of Rylan, and... I won't babble as much in the next chapter, I promise ^^; Enjoy! (or... er... not... whichever you please ^^; )
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