THE LAST OF THE PINK SCYTHER
Prologue
By PinkScyther
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything that'll get me in trouble if I say I own it, 'kay? Teacher: *hold's up PinkScyther's homework* Who's is this? It's disgraceful! PinkScyther: Not mine! Hehehe...
No, I'm not a Pinkan Island Scyther, and I wasn't involved in an explosion at the paint factory. This is the story of my Scyther-self's origin, written by my human-self. I'm in Serious Fic Mode for some unexplainable reason, so I've got a good plot goin' here! It can't be wasted! Oh yeah, and I think it'll be sadder than all my other serious fics.
Poké-talk is in these thingys
PinkScyther stood on the edge of a cliff, watching the sun set. Yet again she asked herself the same question.
What am I?
She looked at herself. She was a Scyther just entering the prime of her life. Her scythes were long and sharp, and they glinted in the fading sunlight. Her wings were powerful, yet light. Her eyes were the characteristic deep blue. She was the classic example of a Scyther.
Except she was pink.
There were Scyther coloured pink on Pinkan Island, she knew that. But PinkScyther knew she hadn't come from Pinkan Island.
Her colour was all wrong. It was more a fluorescent hot pink, nothing like the pale, pastel pink of the Pinkan Pokémon.
PinkScyther looked back at the sun.
Am I the first of a new breed?
She had no idea. She didn't even remember her parents. She didn't know what they'd named her, either. That was why she called herself PinkScyther.
PinkScyther closed her eyes, and recalled her earliest memory.
There was fire, fire everywhere. To a baby Scyther like her, it seemed like the entire world was on fire.
She got only the vaguest glimpse of her mother, who was screaming to her, Go! Run!
PinkScyther was scared. She wanted her mother to take her, to carry her and fly the way she had so often before. She didn't want to leave her.
PinkScyther was, like many Scyther, her parents' only offspring. Scyther very rarely had more than one egg at a time. And PinkScyther had never known her father. He had disappeared very soon after she had hatched. Her mother was all she had, and she didn't want to lose her.
I'm right behind you! cried PinkScyther's mother. Suddenly, a huge, flaming branch fell from a burning tree. The baby Scyther only just managed to dodge it. Panicked, she took her mother's advice. As she ran blindly, she wondered why only her mother had managed to reach the edge of the forest. What had happened to the rest of the swarm?
PinkScyther ran and ran, until she slipped and tumbled down a slope. At the bottom she hit her head on a rock and was knocked unconscious, her last memory being the sound of her mother's scream...
PinkScyther opened her eyes, and tears spilled from them. The sun was almost gone now. Gone, like her family. PinkScyther knew that the swarm hadn't survived the fire.
And the memory of her mother... imprinted on her mind was the last painful image PinkScyther had had of her... crushed, under that branch.
PinkScyther went to her sleeping spot. But she was restless. Another thought suddenly hit her.
What if, she asked herself quietly, I'm not the first of a new breed, but the last?
The thought brought not only sleep, but new resolve, to discover her past.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Bit short? Well it's a prologue, my first prologue! I've always been too lazy to write one, as well as not being able to think of what I could write. But this turned out to be more like a prologue than a first chapter, and I'm just wastin' time here, time you could spend reviewin'!
Prologue
By PinkScyther
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything that'll get me in trouble if I say I own it, 'kay? Teacher: *hold's up PinkScyther's homework* Who's is this? It's disgraceful! PinkScyther: Not mine! Hehehe...
No, I'm not a Pinkan Island Scyther, and I wasn't involved in an explosion at the paint factory. This is the story of my Scyther-self's origin, written by my human-self. I'm in Serious Fic Mode for some unexplainable reason, so I've got a good plot goin' here! It can't be wasted! Oh yeah, and I think it'll be sadder than all my other serious fics.
Poké-talk is in these thingys
PinkScyther stood on the edge of a cliff, watching the sun set. Yet again she asked herself the same question.
What am I?
She looked at herself. She was a Scyther just entering the prime of her life. Her scythes were long and sharp, and they glinted in the fading sunlight. Her wings were powerful, yet light. Her eyes were the characteristic deep blue. She was the classic example of a Scyther.
Except she was pink.
There were Scyther coloured pink on Pinkan Island, she knew that. But PinkScyther knew she hadn't come from Pinkan Island.
Her colour was all wrong. It was more a fluorescent hot pink, nothing like the pale, pastel pink of the Pinkan Pokémon.
PinkScyther looked back at the sun.
Am I the first of a new breed?
She had no idea. She didn't even remember her parents. She didn't know what they'd named her, either. That was why she called herself PinkScyther.
PinkScyther closed her eyes, and recalled her earliest memory.
There was fire, fire everywhere. To a baby Scyther like her, it seemed like the entire world was on fire.
She got only the vaguest glimpse of her mother, who was screaming to her, Go! Run!
PinkScyther was scared. She wanted her mother to take her, to carry her and fly the way she had so often before. She didn't want to leave her.
PinkScyther was, like many Scyther, her parents' only offspring. Scyther very rarely had more than one egg at a time. And PinkScyther had never known her father. He had disappeared very soon after she had hatched. Her mother was all she had, and she didn't want to lose her.
I'm right behind you! cried PinkScyther's mother. Suddenly, a huge, flaming branch fell from a burning tree. The baby Scyther only just managed to dodge it. Panicked, she took her mother's advice. As she ran blindly, she wondered why only her mother had managed to reach the edge of the forest. What had happened to the rest of the swarm?
PinkScyther ran and ran, until she slipped and tumbled down a slope. At the bottom she hit her head on a rock and was knocked unconscious, her last memory being the sound of her mother's scream...
PinkScyther opened her eyes, and tears spilled from them. The sun was almost gone now. Gone, like her family. PinkScyther knew that the swarm hadn't survived the fire.
And the memory of her mother... imprinted on her mind was the last painful image PinkScyther had had of her... crushed, under that branch.
PinkScyther went to her sleeping spot. But she was restless. Another thought suddenly hit her.
What if, she asked herself quietly, I'm not the first of a new breed, but the last?
The thought brought not only sleep, but new resolve, to discover her past.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Bit short? Well it's a prologue, my first prologue! I've always been too lazy to write one, as well as not being able to think of what I could write. But this turned out to be more like a prologue than a first chapter, and I'm just wastin' time here, time you could spend reviewin'!