"..."

"Where am I?"

I think back, trying to recall what is not there, reaching out physically to find some reassurance of my own existence. Finding my reach blocked, I begin to feel my environment, finding all I feel to be a continuous wall. I find a weak point and begin attacking it with great vigor, desperate for escape from the only place I know is safe. As my prison begins to break away, I hear a voice, amongst the rush of blinding light.

"Please, Arceus, let this one make it."

The voice sounded female, and young at that. Her voice resounded with fear and anxiety. As my vision began to clear, I saw a woman, around average height, with bright green eyes. Her hair was long and brown with a tint of blue on her left bang, which hung over her eye down to her cheek.

She slowly lifts me up in a covering so soft; I wish it was a bit rougher. She looks into my red eyes and begins talking to me in baby talk. As disrespectful as I found it, I endured it.

"I think I'll call you Noel..."

She grabs a bottle containing a sweet liquid. As I nurse, an older woman enters the room, seeming rather distracted. She looks at me, and then speaks to the young woman,

"Be sure to keep her away from the others in town, Ori. You know how they feel about Absol in this area."

"Don't worry, Mama, I'll keep her safe," replied Ori,"no one will separate us."

I stretched as I let out an impressive yawn, drifting into my first night of sleep. I dreamt of days to come. I dreamt of fires and floods, landslides and fissure, countless deaths and lucky survivors. The disasters of the future, some near, others so distant, they have yet to be asserted into existence. I writhed in my sleep for the lives yet to be lost in the disasters yet to come.

-(Authors note)-

I hope you enjoyed this odd writing style, but don't expect more of it. Chapter two is out, so read that as-well. Read and review. It gets really depressing to see all of these hits and no reviews. So please, for the sake of being supportive in the site, review what you read.