A/N: Hey guys. This is my first fanfic,and interestingly it's based on an idea that a friend came up with while we were chatting on a bus. "What if the Sacred Swordsmen were people?" she said. Well, thanks for the plot bunny. This is what I made out of it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. The lovely people at Game Freak and Nintendo do.
Well, sit back, relax aaaaand... ON WITH THE SHOW!
Four Swords are better than Three
Chapter 1
Moor of Icirrus, Unova Region
24th December, 1936
The young girl ran frantically through the forest. She hesitated, heart pounding, as another flaming tree trunk crashed heavily to the ground no more than a foot away from her. She whipped her head around. On all sides, nothing but flames, flames, flames. "Mama?" she called, praying that she would hear her mother's comforting voice next to her, but only the endless crackling of burning wood answered. A creaking sound told her that another tree had fallen not far away. Three Pidove took to the night skies, cawing in distress.
The tiny four-year-old suddenly heard chanting, and it didn't sound friendly. Brushing past ferns and a cowering Foongus, she peered between two slender trees and saw the pitchforks, the banners and the irate leader of the angry mob silhouetted against the sunset that was as vibrantly orange as a soaring Charizard.
Finally the girl's exhaustion took over. She flopped into the dirt, unaware that she was gently picked up and carried to safety not long afterwards.
A/N: Sorry it's short! This is how most of my fanfics will be - short and (hopefully) sweet. Anyway, leave a review (if you want to, of course) and stay tuned!
Wise Owl