The World's Eulogy

by S. A. Rendell

A nuclear war between mankind left the human race extinct and the pokémon inhabitants of the world alone to adapt. The radiation mutated pokémon species so that pokémon types can manipulate certain energies related to that of their own species type. Our story follows a group of Umbreon who, with their adept control over negative energies, fight something far beyond them.

1. Prologue

Prologue

War; no matter what civilisation you're part of, it always means the same thing, it has done for years, decades, centuries. It just never changes.

Bombs were dropped on every city, in every country. Everything that was the United Kingdom – was now no more. The year is 2125. I wouldn't know who started the fighting, I was born into this already dead world.

I was told about the times before the war by the older members of the Caves we stayed in as a protection from the poisons that now cursed our lands. But the Caves didn't completely protect us. Enough of a certain type of radiation leaked through. This radiation was known as EAR – Energia Altering Radiation. The EAR changed the pokémon who inhabit this world's genetic codes, resulting in mutations that allowed them to channel energy from the world and wield it as a deadly weapon.

What became of the humans you wonder? I was told that the humans had killed each other off. I wouldn't know too much about that though. All I've ever known is, what is now referred to as, the Royal Wasteland. It's now all that's left of the old United Kingdom. Recently, however, the centre of London became inaccessible as the New Parliamentarian State closed it off to the public. They claim they're there to mop up Royalist activity and that they're keeping the public safe so that they can bring the country back to order; but something else is happening there. Something dark and mysterious is happening in this world. Something I am yet to discover.

It seems that years of experience with the horrors of the Royal Wasteland would never prepare me for what I and my friends would discover. I guess the saying, that war has the same meaning in all languages is true. It just means pain. Death. Torture. Because war – war never changes. Not even when the world's eulogy has been delivered.