Welcome to Dark Moon, one of three stories that comprise what I call the Reverse Moon series, a series starring Darkrai. It has adventure, mysteries, humor, and fighting. It's been my labor of love for years (yikes), and I sincerely hope you take the time to read it and review!
The Reverse Moon trilogy is certainly the largest writing project I've ever undertaken, it is currently over 30 chapters in length (broken with roughly ten in each story). However, I started writing this a long time ago, and my initial efforts were...not good. As such, I'm currently rewriting all three stories, essentially at once.
Extra special thanks to Kyuuketsuki Fang for beatreading the chapters of this story for me. Without her, Dark Moon would have drowned in the tar pits of typo demise.
Note that the length of this chapter is no indication of how long the others will be. Enjoy!
A gentle wind rustled the tress, whispering secrets into the ears of anyone who knew to listen. It spoke of echoes—echoes of the past that were yet to come. It never lingered long, this wind, and left only cryptic silhouettes of the future in its wake.
The garden was old—very old. It spread as far as the eye could see, a grand ecosystem of quiet green. Nowhere to be found were the noises and concerns of civilization. Among the grassy hills and the aged tree trunks and their families of ever-reaching branches, across the still ponds and hushed streams, nothing artificial ever made its mark. Indeed, the lush garden was devoid of living souls—save one.
Darkrai stood atop a high ridge like a sentinel. Nebulous trails rose from his body like smoke, and a line of crimson spikes crested his wide chest, obscuring his face—save for one eye, which was hued solidly in a clear, bright blue dotted with a white pupil. The other was hidden by a third smoke trail, this one pale as starlight, that wisped away from him yet grew substantial atop his head as if it was hair. His arms were crossed, and a sense of strained impatience radiated from him. Darkrai had returned to the garden recently after some time spent in distant lands, searching for something, but his search had been fruitless and now all he could do was wait...
Darkrai hated waiting.
He whirled abruptly as he saw movement in the corner of his eye. Casting his gaze around the forest, after a moment he saw an indistinct silhouette among the trees. "Who are you?" Darkrai called in a tone that made it perfectly clear that his only interest was to have a name to shout preceding get out. Cordiality was not Darkrai's strong suit; conversing with others not his favorite pastime. As he took a step closer, the figure melted into the ground and vanished without a trace.
Darkrai was still for a moment, frozen in his movement towards the now-empty patch of ground. Then he titled his head and gazed upwards into the night sky, where a new moon carved a hole in the stars. The Pokémon he had seen was nothing less a dusky mirror image of himself.
A/N: Look, an ultra-short prologue! Well of course I had to kick things off with Darkrai. He's only the protagonist of the whole series (and I do thank him for that). Ignore FF's numbering system, the real Chapter One is up next!