A poke12101 production:
The Story of a Destiny
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Chapter 1
Prologue: Dancing In The Dark
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Disclaimer:
I own only the plot and the few characters I've made up in this story I do not own Pokémon or its' characters.
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Quick Author Note:
I have returned after a long hiatus, and look forward to actually finishing this story. I promise I won't abandon this one. Please enjoy, if you have any questions feel free to message me or email. This story is a sequel to my other story; The Last Mew. Also, if I don't receive at least three positive reviews I will not continue to update this story, instead I will continue writing it on my own and post the entirely finished work later.
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The old house still sat in the very same spot it had stood for its entire existence. The massive three story structure loomed over the sidewalks. Its outdated architecture was further marred by its dilapidated condition. It was, in many ways, an eyesore, one that he had called home for twenty years. He sat in the same window, and in the same room he had occupied for those same years, but it was different now.
The people were all gone, all of them, the master and his servants, all gone. He was all that remained, the only constant in the changing world. He sat there and watched in amazement as the humans outside busied themselves with the most mundane and repetitive tasks. He could not understand what motivated them, what kept them going, what they had that allowed them to busy themselves without raising the question of "why?" on a regular basis.
He thought about this paradox for a very long time. However, despite his continuous attempt to understand such a reality, he still had no grasp of it. He was, after all, very different from any human. His size, his color, his abilities these all made him separate from your average human being. His lifespan was also very different, he figured he had at least a few thousand years left to go in his life.
Suddenly it hit him, like a brick. He had spent so long thinking about the importance of living, even whether or not he had any purpose, yet he had entirely missed the point. Despite whether or not he had a destiny or a purpose, nothing would happen if he didn't make it happen. That is why these humans busied themselves, to make their own destinies. He felt empowered by this new found discovery of his, so much so he decided to set out immediately.
He didn't take anything with him, he left it all behind. He flew toward the front door and blew it open before he got there. The sun met him with its usual commanding heat. He had forgotten what it felt like, he had spent so long inside that house. He turned around and took one last look at the dilapidated structure, he was glad he was leaving, yet so much had happened here. He turned back around, toward the new day, and made a final decision.
"There will be no more dancing around in the darkness for me. From this day forward, I create a new destiny for myself." He said this quietly to himself. He then suddenly realized that a multitude of people were staring at him in total shock. He blushed slightly, but he understood their emotion. After all, it wasn't every day that you see a mew floating out in the middle of a street.
Then, seeing no better opportunity on the horizon, spark shot off into the sky and into a new life. He had no idea what was in store for him. If he had known, he probably never would have left the house. It would have been better for everyone.
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End Notes:
Please review, your comments are appreciated.
In all honesty this chapter is very short, it was never intended to be long. It is, after all a "prologue" or an "introduction" and not anything more than a simple gage of people's reaction to my writing style. The next chapter will be (or should be) much longer.