Feign
Clain
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- Seen Jan 25, 2023
Rated 15+ for mature themes including
some profanity, and violence
Table of Contents:
Prologue - Pg 1
Chapter 1 - A good Start Pg 2
Chapter 2 - The gift *tentative title - currently in writing*
-Prologue-
Aura Guardians are those who possess a special ability to control spiritual energy. They tend to travel the world, selflessly helping others whenever possible. Thus it would only seem natural that Jericho Vincere would be inclined to join. Being successful in training, he progressed over the years and honed his skills, eventually becoming one of the Aura Guardian's top students.
However, his mastery of Aura did not stop there; he decided to research other forms of Aura, and its various forms. It was not long until he discovered "shadow aura". Attempting to hone its power, it corrupted his mind, and ultimately began to affect him negatively.
Believing his power to be superior, he attempted to persuade those who would ally with him and slaughter those who stood in his way. Thus creating an army of shadow Pokémon, Jericho lead his charge in seizing control of the world.
Attempting to stop him once and for all however, the Aura Guardians waged their war against the once gifted student. Having not realized the extent of his power, the battle culminated with thousands of casualties, as no one was able to stop him.
It was not until a rather successful and unprecedented win by the Aura Guardians, that the tide of the war began to change; to which the remaining Aura Guardians had sacrificed for. Finally coming into confrontation with Jericho, the Aura Guardians, having not seen him for years, were surprised to see his ethereal body. His research had gone to the extent of corrupting his own form. Thus attempting to fight him came to little success as he was unscathed by any attack. Having no other options, the Aura Guardians created a chamber underneath the desolate land with their own Aura, and the aid of their Pokémon, and managed to seal him in it, with the use of his own shadow Aura. Knowing he could not die, the Guardians had at least prevented his mass war.
Fearing his return, however possible, the Aura Guardians purposely neglected to record details of their win, so to prevent those in the future from finding him. Only one copy of the true events was made, and this was in possession of the King and Queen. Thus over the next few hundred years, the war became legend and the legend became a myth, before it lost its meaning entirely, and is now told as a fictional children's story.
"My patience wears thin. Now, where is he?" An unfaltering voice spoke, in the shadows.
"Go to hell, traitor!" Another spoke in a dignified and yet empty voice.
"Jolteon, I think our friend needs some more convincing." The first said, turning around to his Pokémon.
"Oh God no, please not again..." The other man said, pleadingly, trying to get out of his restraints, but it was impossible.
A great flash of light could be seen as Jolteon let out its thunderbolt attack. A trainer could quickly recognize it as being a powerful attack, as clearly the man receiving the attack was in a great deal of pain, yelling in agony. Suddenly, the man stopped yelling, the first man, told his Jolteon to stop, and the other man slumped in his chair. He was clearly dead. The Jolteon clearly noticed this too, and recoiled for its accidental over-zealousness, but its master took no notice.
"No matter... He was not proving to be useful anyway." The man concluded, staring in the dead man's vacant eyes. "Come Jolteon. Other business beckons us."
The man left the crudely fashioned cell, his Jolteon following behind him.
"Will that be everything for you today sir?" A waitress asked, handing a coffee to her client.
"No, just the coffee is fine." He responded.
"And your Jolteon, sir?" The waitress asked for good measure.
"No thanks, he'll be fine." The man said, looking at his Jolteon in the chair opposite.
The waitress left, leaving the man to his coffee and his thoughts. He was to meet a woman at 11 am; she was going to help him on his quest to find that location. He came early for good measure, but also because he enjoyed the restaurant's coffee.
Suddenly a shadow loomed over him, and he turned around. He saw a tall woman looking down at him. She was wearing a rather peculiar black cloak. He gave a small nod, recalled his Jolteon to its Pokeball, and motioned the woman, to the now empty seat across from him. She moved with intent, sitting down, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
"I had assumed that our meeting would be more private." She said sharply.
"Nonsense, the coffee is great here," He said smiling. "Did you want any?"
"No, I will pass." She said simply.
"Your loss," He laughed. "Now what information did you have for me?"
"My Sisters have narrowed down a location, which emanates a strange Aura. A rather strange Aura located deep in the ground in Floaroma Town."
"Good good, I'll take the necessary measures, to secure the location, in the meantime, I shall pay you and your kind... in kind." He said, handing her an envelope.
The cloaked woman, looked down at the envelope, and flipped through its contents.
"We shall meet two days from this day in the location specified." She said simply standing up from her chair.
"Okay, sounds like a plan." He said, standing up from his chair, leaving some coins for the cost of the coffee, and a tip. "We should be prepared soon."
They both left the restaurant in their different directions; the man smiling, as his plan was coming into fruition.
some profanity, and violence
Table of Contents:
Prologue - Pg 1
Chapter 1 - A good Start Pg 2
Chapter 2 - The gift *tentative title - currently in writing*
-Prologue-
Aura Guardians are those who possess a special ability to control spiritual energy. They tend to travel the world, selflessly helping others whenever possible. Thus it would only seem natural that Jericho Vincere would be inclined to join. Being successful in training, he progressed over the years and honed his skills, eventually becoming one of the Aura Guardian's top students.
However, his mastery of Aura did not stop there; he decided to research other forms of Aura, and its various forms. It was not long until he discovered "shadow aura". Attempting to hone its power, it corrupted his mind, and ultimately began to affect him negatively.
Believing his power to be superior, he attempted to persuade those who would ally with him and slaughter those who stood in his way. Thus creating an army of shadow Pokémon, Jericho lead his charge in seizing control of the world.
Attempting to stop him once and for all however, the Aura Guardians waged their war against the once gifted student. Having not realized the extent of his power, the battle culminated with thousands of casualties, as no one was able to stop him.
It was not until a rather successful and unprecedented win by the Aura Guardians, that the tide of the war began to change; to which the remaining Aura Guardians had sacrificed for. Finally coming into confrontation with Jericho, the Aura Guardians, having not seen him for years, were surprised to see his ethereal body. His research had gone to the extent of corrupting his own form. Thus attempting to fight him came to little success as he was unscathed by any attack. Having no other options, the Aura Guardians created a chamber underneath the desolate land with their own Aura, and the aid of their Pokémon, and managed to seal him in it, with the use of his own shadow Aura. Knowing he could not die, the Guardians had at least prevented his mass war.
Fearing his return, however possible, the Aura Guardians purposely neglected to record details of their win, so to prevent those in the future from finding him. Only one copy of the true events was made, and this was in possession of the King and Queen. Thus over the next few hundred years, the war became legend and the legend became a myth, before it lost its meaning entirely, and is now told as a fictional children's story.
***
500 years later
"My patience wears thin. Now, where is he?" An unfaltering voice spoke, in the shadows.
"Go to hell, traitor!" Another spoke in a dignified and yet empty voice.
"Jolteon, I think our friend needs some more convincing." The first said, turning around to his Pokémon.
"Oh God no, please not again..." The other man said, pleadingly, trying to get out of his restraints, but it was impossible.
A great flash of light could be seen as Jolteon let out its thunderbolt attack. A trainer could quickly recognize it as being a powerful attack, as clearly the man receiving the attack was in a great deal of pain, yelling in agony. Suddenly, the man stopped yelling, the first man, told his Jolteon to stop, and the other man slumped in his chair. He was clearly dead. The Jolteon clearly noticed this too, and recoiled for its accidental over-zealousness, but its master took no notice.
"No matter... He was not proving to be useful anyway." The man concluded, staring in the dead man's vacant eyes. "Come Jolteon. Other business beckons us."
The man left the crudely fashioned cell, his Jolteon following behind him.
***
"Will that be everything for you today sir?" A waitress asked, handing a coffee to her client.
"No, just the coffee is fine." He responded.
"And your Jolteon, sir?" The waitress asked for good measure.
"No thanks, he'll be fine." The man said, looking at his Jolteon in the chair opposite.
The waitress left, leaving the man to his coffee and his thoughts. He was to meet a woman at 11 am; she was going to help him on his quest to find that location. He came early for good measure, but also because he enjoyed the restaurant's coffee.
Suddenly a shadow loomed over him, and he turned around. He saw a tall woman looking down at him. She was wearing a rather peculiar black cloak. He gave a small nod, recalled his Jolteon to its Pokeball, and motioned the woman, to the now empty seat across from him. She moved with intent, sitting down, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
"I had assumed that our meeting would be more private." She said sharply.
"Nonsense, the coffee is great here," He said smiling. "Did you want any?"
"No, I will pass." She said simply.
"Your loss," He laughed. "Now what information did you have for me?"
"My Sisters have narrowed down a location, which emanates a strange Aura. A rather strange Aura located deep in the ground in Floaroma Town."
"Good good, I'll take the necessary measures, to secure the location, in the meantime, I shall pay you and your kind... in kind." He said, handing her an envelope.
The cloaked woman, looked down at the envelope, and flipped through its contents.
"We shall meet two days from this day in the location specified." She said simply standing up from her chair.
"Okay, sounds like a plan." He said, standing up from his chair, leaving some coins for the cost of the coffee, and a tip. "We should be prepared soon."
They both left the restaurant in their different directions; the man smiling, as his plan was coming into fruition.
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