It happened on a Sunday. The thing that changed her life. The thing that had her screaming, crying. The thing that had her die.
The girl fingered her Luna Wing, the thing she used to put on her neck in the day and placing the feather in her father's hands at night. She giggled, walking towards the bridge and her Abra following her. Stopping at the place where the legendary Pokemon with the Luna Wings always appear, she looked with a blank stare at the sea and closed her eyes, signalling for her Abra to teleport just as a tourist was walking by. What always ruined her perfect plan was the old lady inside who was her grandmother.
Her grandmother, the poor, kind lady, was always standing at the entrance, telling people who have been scared what her prank was.
Even after she disappeared.
Even after she stopped.
Even after she died.
It happened the day she stopped going to prank people on the bridge. She handed the Luna Wing to her father before walking across the huge halls to her bedroom and feeling something brush past her shoulder. She should have kept the Luna Wing near her. It could have saved her. Nothing but a flickering light bulb was kept on at night. Her father and her mother never bought her to her room, letting her know that there is no reason to be scared of the dark. They never told her it was what was in the dark that you should be scared of.
It appeared, snatching her and pushing her down before disappearing, lurching for her parents. She landed on the bottom of the stairs, wincing in pain and almost fainting. She tried to stand but succeeded in making her injury, whatever it was, worse. Finally, after a minutes, she stood up, dragging herself with what was a broken leg up the stairs.
"Mum? Dad? Abra? Where are you?"
She called, hoping at least her Abra would teleport to her. She suddenly shuddered. It was the month. The month of the Darkrai. She had to get the Luna Wing! It could save her. She started to her parent's room but got hit down, her head slammed against the railing and letting a stream of crimson roll down her cheek. "Forget about the Luna Wing. Come, come." She heard her daddy's voice and felt that she was going to be safe.
And what came out from the shadow, casting a glow was a menacing Darkrai. It grabbed her by the leg with one of its claw, enjoying the fear of the young girl. It enjoyed teasing its prey. "Come, come. Come with me... Forever!" Darkrai stopped teasing and dragged her into the darkness before a maniacal laugh echoed through the mansion.
The Abra, now a evolved Kadabra used Role Play, turning into its master. It could remember when Darkrai overpowered him, just a weakling and he, a physic was no match for a dark type. It held the Lunar Wing, walking to the bridge and standing there until a tourist walked by before he could forget about giving back the Lunar Wing.
Disclaimer- Author forgot to write Disclaimer so here it is. I don't own Pokemon