A/N: Hey! Look, it's my new fan fic! This is going to be a character background story for one of my characters in my upcoming, in progress pokemon fic.
Pains of War
Chapter 1
A cadet's arrival
Paws trotted on the red, dusty earth. Dust was sent in wisps through the air, but the marching Pokemon soldiers ignored any debris that flew into their eyes. They looked straight forward, never breaking their stride. Their stern and unblinking faces would intimidate even some of the roughest creatures. The battalion was led by a hound, as black as the night with a rusty red underbelly and muzzle. Horns protruded from his head, while a necklace of bones encircled his neck. A small, cartoon like red demon mask was fastened to the left side of his head.
"Alright soldiers, move those feet!" The horned hound barked. "I don't give a rip if your feet are in agony! This is a luxury compared to some of the stuff I've seen!" The battalion looked on, the harsh words of their leader not inflicting them at all.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tremendous blood curdling roar was heard, sending tremors through the ground. The dust that was flung into the air swirled around up ahead, forming into a giant monstrosity that's identity was hidden in shadow. Its eyes glowed and burned with intensity, sending shockwaves of terror throughout the battalion, the once organized form becoming a jumbled mess of confusion and fear.
The monstrosity loomed over them, casting a shadow that shifted like fire. The battalion fled, except for one that was caught in the piercing gaze of the shadowed monster. The horned hound commander called out to the pokemon, who was too shocked to move.
The small, black and grey hound that was caught under the gaze of this monstrosity could not hear the words of his commanding officer. The grey hounds eyes widened in shock, as the creature before him shifted in shape, and bellowed in a distorted voice.
"What is most precious to you shall be sent into OBLIVION!" The creature than roared, as a gaping mouth ripped open in the center of it, flames licking and flicking at the air inside the large tear.
The dark hound yelped as the flaming mouth engulfed him, and everything went white.
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The small grey hound curled up on the den floor awoke with a start, his orange eyes snapping open, but then quickly being shut again as blinding light burned his vision. This time slowly opening his eyes, the dark hound staggered to his feet, slightly panting from the nightmare he just had.
The grey hound recovering from his shock, stretched, but accidently nudged a pokemon sleeping beside him. It was a cinnamon red fox-like creature with numerous tails, a Vulpix. The Vulpix grumbled in annoyance.
"Watch it Poochyana…get back to sleep, morning call isn't for another hour….or so…" The red fox then proceeded to yawn as he fell back asleep. The grey hound; Poochyana; chuckled, and then walked out of the large den, careful this time to not disturb the many Pokemon that were sprawled out amongst the ground.
Walking out into the bright outdoors, the Poochyana sighed, and proceeded to walk around the encampment, where all new cadets were sent. Dens were littered everywhere, and a flagpole was stationed in the middle of the campus, a dull blue flag flapping faintly in the air, two yellow letters stitched on the flag: P.M.
P.M. stood for Pokemon Military. This Poochyana was a new arrival, along with the other batch of Pokemon that were spread out through the dens. This was the training facility for soon-to-be cadets, where they would be evaluated, seeing if they were fit to be sent off to the real action.
There was a major war going on at the time, but at this moment, that's not what the Poochyana was thinking about. The questions whirling through his head were about his dream. Where was he in it? Who was that commander? What was that creature? And most importantly, what did that creature mean by 'what is most precious to you will be sent into oblivion'? The Poochyana to say the least was confused. Was this just a random dream…or was it something…more?
The grey pup shook his head, deciding that he shouldn't be wearing out his brain with something as pointless as a dream. Deciding to enjoy the little scenery there was before morning call, the Poochyana pranced over to the small, nearby woods. He was sure much of the training was going to be done in these woods, but he wanted to get a look at it without the craziness going on. This could also work to his advantage.
The dark dog scanned the woods, the sunset orange orbs that were his eyes flickering back and forth. Sunlight seeped through the canopy above, bathing certain places in a crudely outlined patch of light. Other areas were still masked in dull shadow. Tailows and Pidgeys chirped in the trees, while an array of pokemon tussled and played in the underbrush.
The Poochyana smiled weakly, other matters still plaguing his thoughts. He could not shake the images of his dream from his head. It was too bothering. Nevertheless, he tried to ignore it. But the same image of the gaping mouth filled with flames that were like an image of hell, kept returning to his thoughts, engulfing his mind like it had engulfed him in his dream.
He slightly trembled, and let his legs give way, as he fell to the ground. He lay there, staring off into the woods, patches of light and darkness blurring together in the distance. His eyes were unblinking as his vision began to blur, as the dark and light of the woods before him had.
"Oi! Yo, what up Pooch?" the Poochyana was brought out of his stupor by this unexpected visitor. The Poochyana looked over his shoulder lazily, and was greeted with the sight of a familiar Pokemon.
It was the Vulpix he had woken up earlier, though he knew him from before that. This Vulpix was named Cinder, who the Poochyana had met on the trip to the encampment. They became something like friends, you could consider them acquaintances.
The Poochyana replied by smiling weakly, and then turning fully to face the Vulpix.
Cinder had an almost sly appearing toothy grin that was almost always plastered on his face. "So, Rufus, I'll ask again, what up?" The Poochyana, now indicated as Rufus, shook his head softly.
"Nothing much Cinder, just, thinking about some stuff. And I should ask you the same thing. I thought you wanted to get some sleep?"
The Vulpix rolled his eyes. "Well, I tried to, but because SOMEONE woke me up, I couldn't get back to sleep for much longer. Short story even shorter, I got bored, and came to hang with you." Cinder than clapped Rufus on the back with a paw, giving a wide toothy grin with his eyes closed.
"Alright bud, where to? This is a lame area, let's go find somewhere cooler." The multiple tailed fox than proceeded to drag Rufus off, not even sure of where he was going himself. "I say we head off to the training ground." Rufus rolled his eyes.
"I thought they told us yesterday to specifically not go to the training grounds unless instructed?" Rufus just relaxed as Cinder literally dragged him across the woodland floor.
"So? That's the fun of it. It's more exciting to do something when ya' know you're not supposed to do it." Cinder than let out a snicker, picking up the pace, causing Rufus to actually have to stand up and run along with him. "Come on! We need to get there before the morning call!"
Rufus let out a sigh of annoyance, but obeyed, figuring he had nothing better to do. He just hoped he didn't get kicked out for this.
As they ran and dodged trees, they exited the tiny woods, Cinder leading the way, with a slightly grumpy Rufus following close behind, towards the direction of the training grounds. The training grounds were located in between a part of the woods, and the camp.
The training grounds were just wide open spaces of barren, dry ground, with burlap dummies on stakes scattered everywhere, along with small obstacles. All the burlap dummies were crudely made, straw sticking out from various places, and roughly sketched facial features on the heads. All dummies had large red X's painted on their chests, or even sometimes face.
Cinder bounced up and down, almost acting as if this was one of the greatest moments of his life. "Wow! Look at this place! It's awesome! I'm gonna get kick ass training done here!" Cinder exclaimed, his amber eyes scanning the area. Rufus scoffed, seeing nothing special in the barren area. To him, this was just pathetic, but then again, this wasn't even a cadet camp. Rufus let out a sigh, and drooped his shoulders, as he watched Cinder run around the area, going from dummy to dummy, obstacle to obstacle.
Shaking his head, Rufus walked towards the over enthusiastic Cinder.
"This is so cool! Come on; let's try some of this stuff out!" Cinder bounced on his tip-paws, all tails standing up in excitement.
"Calm down. Seriously, it really isn't that cool; to tell you the truth, this training facility looks like crap." Rufus explained to his rambunctious friend, shaking his head in the process. Cinder just seemed to block out what Rufus just said, as he continued his gibberish about the field.
"Ahem, what the hell do you two think you're doing?!" An unfamiliar, raspy voice barked.
Cinder and Rufus had their backs turned to the unexpected visitor. "Aww, crap…" Rufus muttered him and Cinder turning around to face their "guest."
When Rufus got his first glimpse of the Pokemon before him, his eyes widened immediately in shock.
"No way…."
End of Chapter 1
A/N: Alright! I think this fic will be a pretty good success, with your readers help and support. So please review!