Pokemon: Light and Dark (A FanFic)
Details: This story will be about an anti-social Zorua named Midnight, who meets an optimistic and outgoing Eevee, named Star. Soon, these two Pokemon start to become fast friends, despite Midnight's usual sarcastic remarks. Soon, Star helps Midnight with his anti-socialite , and it works out. Kind of. The relationship between these two unlikely friends soon sprouts into something more. Maybe not? We'll see... Meanwhile, an evil force rises and threatens to take over the world of Pokemon, and can only be beaten by the bravest of heroes. It truly will be a battle between the light, and the dark.
Prologue
"Well, that's the last of them, boss," says a tiny Pokemon, looking up at a giant, powerful-looking Pokemon.
"Okay, now for the UGLY tower," the giant Pokemon growls. It then unleashes a massive Earthquake, that causes a tall tower nearby to collapse. "That's better," the Pokemon sneers.
"W-what is th-this project f-for anyway?" the tiny one stutters, dazed from the magnitude.
"Well, I have to build my empire, don't I?" the giant Pokemon replies in a menacing voice. "That goody-two shoes Altaria won't get in my way any longer. I did talk to you about this, didn't I?"
"Yes, boss," the tiny one confirms. "No one will possibly match up to you after this is done."
"You know, sometimes I feel lucky to have you as my apprentice, Munch the Gible," the big Pokemon muses. "Now it's time for me to start my reign."
Chapter 1
Oh, come on, Midnight, you'll love it here!" says a Gardevoir, encouragingly. "There are lots of Pokemon here your age, and you can maybe make some friends?"
My mom and I just moved to an area called Moonlight Village. I think I remember they call it that because even when the sun is out, the clouds cause the sun's rays to make a grayish light, making it feel like it's still nighttime.
My name is Midnight, and I'm a Zorua. I have spiked fur on my head(I like it like that), enjoy training myself in battles(I'm pretty strong for a little Zorua), and I don't get along with others very well. Which leads up to the same topic conversation...
"That's just the thing, Mom, I just can't make any friends," I complain. "I have nothing in common with other Pokemon."
"That's no reason why you can't get along with others," my mom sighs, picking me up in her arms. "You just have to accept your differences. We all aren't the same."
Sometimes, my mom could have a pretty good point about certain things. But, it doesn't mean I would actually follow it. I have a specifically good reason why I'm the way I am. Before I could complain anymore about differences, someone knocked on the door of our new cabin.
It was a Sylveon, a fairy-type Pokemon, and she was carrying a plate of delicious-looking macaroons and Pokepuffs, with those strange ribbon-like feelers all Sylveon have. I've admired the way a Sylveon could use those, especially in a battle.
"Hello! I've heard that you've just moved in!" she said, happily. "It'll be nice to have new wonderful Pokemon to talk to."
"Thank you very much," my mom said, eagerly accepting the plate of sweets. "It'll be nice to live in such a beautiful area, with such friendly neighbors."
The Sylveon then took a wide-eyed look at me. The fur on my back bristled up a bit.
"Who's this cute, little one?" she mooned.
"This is my son, Midnight," my mom answered. "Sorry, if he's not very talkative," she says glaring at me a little bit. I just smiled.
"Oh, it's fine!" the Sylveon said, hurriedly. "Actually, I have a daughter that's probably his age, by the looks of him. Why don't I bring her over and let them get to know each other?"
"That's a wonderful idea," my mom replied, joyfully, despite me shaking my head, profusely.
"Okay, then!" I'll go and get her," the Sylveon shouts over her shoulder, skipping away.
"Moooomm, why did you do that?" I whined. "I told you, I just don't get along with others."
"Do you really want to have this conversation, again?" my mom asks, glaring even more.
There she is again with the good points. "No," I sighed. "I just... don't want anymore Pokemon to hate me, before they get to know me."
"Oh, Midnight," my mom sighed, hugging me tightly. "No one should have a reason to hate you. You'll be just fine." I wanted to believe she was right, but I still couldn't help but doubt.