This was actually an assignment in my Writing 12 class. We did postcard stories. In other words, a really short story usually about 500 words or less. I just changed one word, basically. I know it's short, but I like the idea. My inspiration came from The Son of Neptune by Rick Riordan.
Disclaimer (better known as things I always forget to do): I don't own Pokemon. All rights go to their respective owners. I also don't own The Son Of Neptune. The book belongs to the ever-amazing author, Rick Riordan.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Lost. That's how he felt. You would, too, if you were in his shoes, looking through his eyes.
When he'd awoken, he was in a forest clearing, lying on a soft bed of grass. He stood up dizzily and clumsily. He had looked around, hoping his surroundings would jog any memories. He shook his head.
Where was he? He'd analyzed the trees and the forest. It all seemed new to him.
He walked around aimlessly until he'd reached a lake. He looked at his own reflection. And that's when he had realized: he couldn't even remember his own name.
That was a week ago. Now he was on top of a hill overlooking a small village whose people were glad to take him under their care.
None of his memories returned. It was like having a word at the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't seem to find it. Imagine that but with his memories. As soon as a memory would pop up, it would disappear just as fast, leaving him to wonder, Why?
If he couldn't remember something as simple as his own name, what about everything else? What about his home? His friends and family? The very thought scared him.
He looked over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the small town he had called home for the last month.
If he wanted to know his past life, he knew he couldn't stay.
He hadn't taken a step when he heard a familiar voice. "Wait up, Red!"
His name wasn't actually Red. He was wearing a red shirt when he had come across the village, and "Red" was the first thing that came to Rose's mind.
Red smiled. "Hey, Rose."
Rose smiled back, took Red's hand and placed an object in it—a necklace.
"Goodbye, Red."
Red looked at this friend—maybe for the last time. "Goodbye, Rose. And thanks."
He looked down the dirt road. He needed to know his past, and the first step was through the path that seemed to go on endlessly.
The first half of a name and a place was all he had to go by, all he had managed to recover during his stay: Da- and Twin-.
How'd you like it? I may actually continue this, I don't know.
This is kind of an implied PearlShipping fic. If I continue this, it'll turn into a real PealShipping fic.
Tell me what you think!
Daijoubu! Momentai!
Sincerely,
~Lux (Rising From Ashes)