Light, Shrouded in Darkness, Prologue
©2000 This story was written by Katie (oh sure! Like I'll give you my last name!). It is totally
100% fictional, which is why it's a fanfic! If you wanna use it on your webpage, then you must
e-mail me at katiec@nb.sympatico.ca. If I find my fanfic on your page without my permission,
then I will personally kill you. Have a nice day :P!
LEGAL POKéMON DESCLAIMER: Pokémon, characters, names, images and all related material are
copyrights of Nintendo. All right reserved.
NO copyright infringment was intended during the writing of this story. If anything is wrong
with copyright then please e-mail me so I can correct it. Thank you.
Light, Shrouded in Darkness, Prologue
The fourteen-year-old boy's black cape rustled in the light breeze. With nothing but his
Charmeleon to light the dark, gloomy path ahead, he walked uphill toward the peak where the full,
silver moon shone and the stars twinkled like gems in the vast sea of twilight. He was going
there for rest; for sleep, but something was following he and Charmeleon. He turned around and
looked behind him.
"Hello?" he called nervously. He could feel someone behind him; he could feel their presence.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" A hesitant footstep was heard. "I won't hurt you," said the boy.
He brushed his hand through his greasy, dark brown hair, as he always did when he was nervous,
and awaited the answer.
"Charmeleon," he whispered to the lizard with the flaming tail. "Charmeleon, use
Flamethrower..." but before the Charmeleon could respond, a cold, inhuman voice spoke.
"Flamethrower, hmm?" it inquired, a slight mocking to its voice. "Nice try, little boy, but I
shall be unharmed by such primitive attempts." The boy was confused.
"What do you want from me?" he demanded in a slow, patient voice. The voice laughed an inhuman
laugh.
"Your life."
The boy ran.
"Charmeleon! RUN!" but it was too late. Charmeleon had been pulled into the darkness with only
muffled screams. The boy shook. "Who.. WHAT are you..?" he whispered. The evil laugh came again.
The boy continued to run at such a pace he had never run before. He made it to the top of the
path, gasping and wheezing and gulping in as much air as he possibly could. The moonlight beamed
down on his tanned, slightly freckled face. The footsteps got closer.
*What is it after?* he thought to himself, then remembered his one rare treasure...
"Wait! Don't kill me!" The footsteps stopped. "I know what you want!" A snigger came from the
direction of the footprints. "You want my ring... the Ring of the Dark Mage, don't you?" The
evil thing of the shadows laughed its cold, wicked laugh.
"What use would I have for that silly ring!? Ludicrous! All I want is to feed upon your soul!"
The boy's face turned pure white.
"Stop joking around..." he squeaked as he backed away from the evil voice... away from the dark.
"Or... I'll have to... cast a..." he was on the verge of fainting from nervousness. He raised
his hand faintly into the air.
"HAHAH! Child, you cannot cast a spell upon me... I am... INDESTRUCTABLE!" the boy fought the
unconsciousness and stayed awake.
"N-no! You're just joking!" cried the boy, tears starting to dribble from his eyes down his
cheeks. "Please stop!" The dark creature advanced on him. "P-please, if it's the ring you want,
take it!" The being stopped.
"You DID say it was of the Dark Mage?" it asked. The boy nodded, sobbing uncontrollably. "Then
give it to me." the boy reached inside the pocket which contained the ring, grabbed it, and
settled it on the ground.
"Th-there you g-go..." said the boy in the most upset tone he had ever used. The being kneeled
close to the boy and picked up the ring.
"Thank you." said the dark thing. The boy then looked and felt very relieved, or at least until
the next second. "But now I shall have your life!" The boy screamed in fear and agony as the dark
evil washed over him like a heavy rain in April and engulfed the boy inside it. At that very
moment the boy stopped screaming. He looked around, saw his good old Charmeleon walking out
of the woods... only it was different... it was black, blacker than the purest black midnight
ever seen, and on its tail a blazing ebony flame was burning. Its eyes were a steely cold
grey that shone like tainted silver. The boy looked at himself all over. Something wasn't right,
something was wrong... he couldn't think straight... someone was always seeming to interrupt
his thoughts. He was utterly confused. He looked at his hands... pure bone. What had happened!?
Then, he knew.
He was one with the shadow.
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Not bad for a prologue, eh? Part one shall be arriving soon.
©2000 This story was written by Katie (oh sure! Like I'll give you my last name!). It is totally
100% fictional, which is why it's a fanfic! If you wanna use it on your webpage, then you must
e-mail me at katiec@nb.sympatico.ca. If I find my fanfic on your page without my permission,
then I will personally kill you. Have a nice day :P!
LEGAL POKéMON DESCLAIMER: Pokémon, characters, names, images and all related material are
copyrights of Nintendo. All right reserved.
NO copyright infringment was intended during the writing of this story. If anything is wrong
with copyright then please e-mail me so I can correct it. Thank you.
Light, Shrouded in Darkness, Prologue
The fourteen-year-old boy's black cape rustled in the light breeze. With nothing but his
Charmeleon to light the dark, gloomy path ahead, he walked uphill toward the peak where the full,
silver moon shone and the stars twinkled like gems in the vast sea of twilight. He was going
there for rest; for sleep, but something was following he and Charmeleon. He turned around and
looked behind him.
"Hello?" he called nervously. He could feel someone behind him; he could feel their presence.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" A hesitant footstep was heard. "I won't hurt you," said the boy.
He brushed his hand through his greasy, dark brown hair, as he always did when he was nervous,
and awaited the answer.
"Charmeleon," he whispered to the lizard with the flaming tail. "Charmeleon, use
Flamethrower..." but before the Charmeleon could respond, a cold, inhuman voice spoke.
"Flamethrower, hmm?" it inquired, a slight mocking to its voice. "Nice try, little boy, but I
shall be unharmed by such primitive attempts." The boy was confused.
"What do you want from me?" he demanded in a slow, patient voice. The voice laughed an inhuman
laugh.
"Your life."
The boy ran.
"Charmeleon! RUN!" but it was too late. Charmeleon had been pulled into the darkness with only
muffled screams. The boy shook. "Who.. WHAT are you..?" he whispered. The evil laugh came again.
The boy continued to run at such a pace he had never run before. He made it to the top of the
path, gasping and wheezing and gulping in as much air as he possibly could. The moonlight beamed
down on his tanned, slightly freckled face. The footsteps got closer.
*What is it after?* he thought to himself, then remembered his one rare treasure...
"Wait! Don't kill me!" The footsteps stopped. "I know what you want!" A snigger came from the
direction of the footprints. "You want my ring... the Ring of the Dark Mage, don't you?" The
evil thing of the shadows laughed its cold, wicked laugh.
"What use would I have for that silly ring!? Ludicrous! All I want is to feed upon your soul!"
The boy's face turned pure white.
"Stop joking around..." he squeaked as he backed away from the evil voice... away from the dark.
"Or... I'll have to... cast a..." he was on the verge of fainting from nervousness. He raised
his hand faintly into the air.
"HAHAH! Child, you cannot cast a spell upon me... I am... INDESTRUCTABLE!" the boy fought the
unconsciousness and stayed awake.
"N-no! You're just joking!" cried the boy, tears starting to dribble from his eyes down his
cheeks. "Please stop!" The dark creature advanced on him. "P-please, if it's the ring you want,
take it!" The being stopped.
"You DID say it was of the Dark Mage?" it asked. The boy nodded, sobbing uncontrollably. "Then
give it to me." the boy reached inside the pocket which contained the ring, grabbed it, and
settled it on the ground.
"Th-there you g-go..." said the boy in the most upset tone he had ever used. The being kneeled
close to the boy and picked up the ring.
"Thank you." said the dark thing. The boy then looked and felt very relieved, or at least until
the next second. "But now I shall have your life!" The boy screamed in fear and agony as the dark
evil washed over him like a heavy rain in April and engulfed the boy inside it. At that very
moment the boy stopped screaming. He looked around, saw his good old Charmeleon walking out
of the woods... only it was different... it was black, blacker than the purest black midnight
ever seen, and on its tail a blazing ebony flame was burning. Its eyes were a steely cold
grey that shone like tainted silver. The boy looked at himself all over. Something wasn't right,
something was wrong... he couldn't think straight... someone was always seeming to interrupt
his thoughts. He was utterly confused. He looked at his hands... pure bone. What had happened!?
Then, he knew.
He was one with the shadow.
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Not bad for a prologue, eh? Part one shall be arriving soon.