Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon; rich people do.
Author's notes: I have a skeletal plot in mind, but otherwise I have a lot of planning to do. This is the prologue. ^^; Enjoy!
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She watched Them. Silently, for years uncounted, she watched Them destroy. It was slow progress, but some of it was irreversible. Her patience was finally beginning to thin. Bonds were being broken that were necessary for survival on this planet. Surely the others noticed...surely they...watched. That was the problem. It was always the problem. All she ever did was watch. All the others ever did was watch. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She did something once, and was rewarded with years of being hunted by Them. So she hid. She was afraid. Not of Them, but what they would do if she was caught. Not to her, but to the others. To the planet. To Themselves. So she stayed in hiding and merely watched from the shadows.
It was ironic. She was so much more powerful, and yet felt powerless against Them. Their numbers grew by the day. The others...and hers...those numbers remained the same. Always the same. For centuries, the population hadn't gone up or down. It was a flat, boring constant. She was always accompanied by loneliness. How could she not? She was the only one of her kind. She had always been alone. She couldn't go to the others; they hid as well. She couldn't blame them; they hid for the same reasons as she did. But now...now Their numbers were growing and their power accordingly. They were destroying. Never creating. Just destroying, and no one had tried to stop Them. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Others of Their kind had tried to stop them, but had failed each and every time. They always came back.
She shifted in the nest she had made for herself. Foliage slipped around her, and morning dew dripped off leaves the size of dinner plates. The droplets caught the sun and became a prism before splashing into the damp earth far below. Mew left her nest at daybreak. She never slept in the same place twice. It was too dangerous. Even here, hunters came. Quietly, she flitted between the trees, listening. The noises of morning went undisturbed. She did an aerial somersault and stopped before a crystal clear pond. 'Suicune likes water like this. Too bad the canine isn't here. Heck, Suicune isn't even on this continent,' Mew thought to herself with slight amusement.
Suddenly, a silence fell upon the jungle like a heavy blanket. Mew stiffened. There is something in the greenery, something that doesn't belong. She scanned her surroundings, and opted to Transform into a Butterfree. The hunters never expected her to transform. She flew in the proper pattern behind a group that was passing through the area. The Pokemon didn't really mind her anymore. At first, they had been terrified, and rightfully so. Mew had a...reputation. But a bee never stings if it is left alone, and the pokemon learned that if they didn't attack Mew, she didn't attack them. She could see the hunters in her peripheral vision. She didn't look at them. She kept on following the other Butterfree, and the hunters never minded her. Humans could be so funny sometimes. Mew checked in midair as she stifled a giggle. Laughing cancelled out a Transform.
As soon as she was far enough away from the hunters, she cancelled her Transform. She went up to a tree and made herself comfortable on one of its many large branches. She liked this tree because not only were its leaves large and heavy, but it had creepers growing all over it. The dense foliage would conceal her glowing form. She needed to think about things. The ones who destroyed, what did they call themselves again..?
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Oh, right. Team Rocket. It had been at least two decades since she had been hunted by one of them until they suddenly invaded her jungle abode about two months ago. She needed to move. Again. But to where? She always did well to stay away from the other Legendaries; it was dangerous enough on your own without another rare pokemon with you. But the need was real now. The Legendaries needed to do something about this sadistic gang of humans. Mew frowned as she teleported herself to the coast. She gazed across its sparkling surface. The others were in Johto and Kanto. She was the only one that had actually left that area. She needed counsel first, though.
She began her journey across the ocean, half teleporting, half flying. She made a little purring noise as she decided on whom she would go to first. It was obvious. She would go to the others, one by one. If they wanted a meeting, that was their decision. She was game for whatever, as long as something was done about Team Rocket. She twirled in midair before coming to an abrupt halt on the coast, above the port city of Olivine. She turned southward and continued her journey. It won't be long now...
~`~`~` ....yeah. Mew's a bit out of character, ne? But then again, everyone has a serious side. If anyone has any suggestions for this fic, I'm open to them! E-mail me! I like getting mail! Send it to: sherra@northernfootholds.zzn.com . I may not update for a while; I need to do some serious plotting in my corner. Anyway, now that you've come this far, drop a review! If I don't get reviews, I won't update. ^^
Author's notes: I have a skeletal plot in mind, but otherwise I have a lot of planning to do. This is the prologue. ^^; Enjoy!
~`~`~`
She watched Them. Silently, for years uncounted, she watched Them destroy. It was slow progress, but some of it was irreversible. Her patience was finally beginning to thin. Bonds were being broken that were necessary for survival on this planet. Surely the others noticed...surely they...watched. That was the problem. It was always the problem. All she ever did was watch. All the others ever did was watch. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She did something once, and was rewarded with years of being hunted by Them. So she hid. She was afraid. Not of Them, but what they would do if she was caught. Not to her, but to the others. To the planet. To Themselves. So she stayed in hiding and merely watched from the shadows.
It was ironic. She was so much more powerful, and yet felt powerless against Them. Their numbers grew by the day. The others...and hers...those numbers remained the same. Always the same. For centuries, the population hadn't gone up or down. It was a flat, boring constant. She was always accompanied by loneliness. How could she not? She was the only one of her kind. She had always been alone. She couldn't go to the others; they hid as well. She couldn't blame them; they hid for the same reasons as she did. But now...now Their numbers were growing and their power accordingly. They were destroying. Never creating. Just destroying, and no one had tried to stop Them. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Others of Their kind had tried to stop them, but had failed each and every time. They always came back.
She shifted in the nest she had made for herself. Foliage slipped around her, and morning dew dripped off leaves the size of dinner plates. The droplets caught the sun and became a prism before splashing into the damp earth far below. Mew left her nest at daybreak. She never slept in the same place twice. It was too dangerous. Even here, hunters came. Quietly, she flitted between the trees, listening. The noises of morning went undisturbed. She did an aerial somersault and stopped before a crystal clear pond. 'Suicune likes water like this. Too bad the canine isn't here. Heck, Suicune isn't even on this continent,' Mew thought to herself with slight amusement.
Suddenly, a silence fell upon the jungle like a heavy blanket. Mew stiffened. There is something in the greenery, something that doesn't belong. She scanned her surroundings, and opted to Transform into a Butterfree. The hunters never expected her to transform. She flew in the proper pattern behind a group that was passing through the area. The Pokemon didn't really mind her anymore. At first, they had been terrified, and rightfully so. Mew had a...reputation. But a bee never stings if it is left alone, and the pokemon learned that if they didn't attack Mew, she didn't attack them. She could see the hunters in her peripheral vision. She didn't look at them. She kept on following the other Butterfree, and the hunters never minded her. Humans could be so funny sometimes. Mew checked in midair as she stifled a giggle. Laughing cancelled out a Transform.
As soon as she was far enough away from the hunters, she cancelled her Transform. She went up to a tree and made herself comfortable on one of its many large branches. She liked this tree because not only were its leaves large and heavy, but it had creepers growing all over it. The dense foliage would conceal her glowing form. She needed to think about things. The ones who destroyed, what did they call themselves again..?
.........
Oh, right. Team Rocket. It had been at least two decades since she had been hunted by one of them until they suddenly invaded her jungle abode about two months ago. She needed to move. Again. But to where? She always did well to stay away from the other Legendaries; it was dangerous enough on your own without another rare pokemon with you. But the need was real now. The Legendaries needed to do something about this sadistic gang of humans. Mew frowned as she teleported herself to the coast. She gazed across its sparkling surface. The others were in Johto and Kanto. She was the only one that had actually left that area. She needed counsel first, though.
She began her journey across the ocean, half teleporting, half flying. She made a little purring noise as she decided on whom she would go to first. It was obvious. She would go to the others, one by one. If they wanted a meeting, that was their decision. She was game for whatever, as long as something was done about Team Rocket. She twirled in midair before coming to an abrupt halt on the coast, above the port city of Olivine. She turned southward and continued her journey. It won't be long now...
~`~`~` ....yeah. Mew's a bit out of character, ne? But then again, everyone has a serious side. If anyone has any suggestions for this fic, I'm open to them! E-mail me! I like getting mail! Send it to: sherra@northernfootholds.zzn.com . I may not update for a while; I need to do some serious plotting in my corner. Anyway, now that you've come this far, drop a review! If I don't get reviews, I won't update. ^^
