Hello c: This is a Pokèmon fanfiction (obviously). It will be written in two separate POVs, however this first prologue is only written in one. There will be Black/White and Black/White 2 spoilers. Be warned.
There's an elegant hum in the air, along with the light sound of Meloetta's shoes tapping against the floor. There are smiles amongst the people and Pokémon below her, and their delight and optimism puts a grin on Meloetta herself. She continues to sing and dance all night.
Meloetta does the same thing every night. She's been doing this for hundreds of years – singing and dancing for the residents of Unova. Putting them in good moods. She loves doing this, seeing the happiness spread across the region.
Meloetta tries to ignore the ever-growing negativity. But it nags at her – at the back of her head she feels the oncoming sadness and bitterness. Worries about money, hatred at society – she feels them in the aura of her people. At first it's just a few people, and Meloetta tries to control their emotions, to make them happy once more. But as the spread of despondency increases, Meloetta finds herself overwhelmed. All around her, shades of black and white quickly replace the bubbly colors that were once part of her.
It is then her shoes disappear. The vibrant red color – the color of passion and excitement – fade into nothing. Meloetta finds herself unable to sing or dance. She cannot bring happiness to Unova anymore.
So she sits down and waits. It's many years later when happiness returns, but it's not the same. There's still a poignant air to everything. She waits longer.
Meloetta loves singing and dancing. Those were the things that made Unova happy. So she waits even longer, hoping for the song and dance to rise again.