Prologue
The moon shone over the land; it reflected off the ocean, sparkling brilliantly. Its silver light was beautiful, not a soul could deny that fact. Peace had reigned over the land for many months now. The day-pokemon were soundly asleep, not a worry in their hearts. The night-pokemon dashed through the grass, swung through the trees, and soared through the air—free at last.
But he knew better.
The wind rustled the wildlife around him. His gaze traveled to the main island: soon, he could return. The thought of it both excited him and saddened his heart. Although he would finally prove himself to the other inhabitants of the island, his job was also not one to be rejoicing—not when it meant the rebirth of terror. At least she had always known of his loyalty. He sighed, creeping out of the shadows that hid him so well. The others had been mistaken, and only she and he would ever know that.
The others were gone.
Silver light bathed his black pelt. He turned his gaze to the stars, wishing the world would remain like this and that the future would never come.
"Um…excuse me." The sound of the voice brought a frown on his face. He knew exactly what was coming.
"Yes?" he asked coolly.
"You're Midnight…correct?" He turned his head to look down at the pokemon who spoke to him. He was young, his bright-orange eyes shone in the moonlight. He sighed, it was time whether he liked it or not.
"Yes. I assume Moonlight sent you?" Hearing his words, the Mankey smiled.
"Yes, and I've been searching for you all day." He said. The Absol sighed once more, his blood-red eyes hidden beneath his black eyelids.
"Then I'm afraid it is time for me to return home."