This is a story I started writing last year for National Novel Writing Month. After it was over, my story was incomplete, but after some urging from my friend I've posted it here. Like always, you can point out typos and the such, but please don't be mean about it. If you hate the story, don't read it or comment. Thank you.
Pokemon= Not owned by me
Halan= Mine
Other characters= Mine and friends
"S-someone…help me"
A mist of breath wisps out of a dark corner, a soft whimpering the only sound that can be heard from the depressing room. A small form shifts uncomfortable, a small puddle of blood spreading wider on the floor. The figure sways from side to side until finally collapsing forward. The large gash on its forehead continues to pour blood from the wound, the figures eyes wide and pained looking.
The small being looks out at the darkness, seeing the still larger figure in the darkness. The small being reaches out his paw to the bigger being and pleads.
"P-please help me"
A small pup sits up from the grass he was sleeping in, clutching his chest to ease his beating heart. He looks around at his surrounding franticly, his wide blue eyes taking in the quiet scene of the farm and the others sleeping nearby. He looks down at his paws, studying them for blood or wounds. After he finally convinces himself that it was all a dream, he relaxes back into the grass, tears of fright rolling down his cheeks.
It was only a nightmare.
The small pup crosses his arms over his body, rubbing his paws over his arms in attempts to get warm again. He starts to close his eyes when he felt a vine-like object coil around his waist and draw him to one of the larger ones side. The pup let out a soft yelp as a large head loomed over him, caring green eyes looking down at him.
"Are you alright…you look like you've seen the Dusknoir of death, little Halan."
"I'm not little Thyme…I'm just young."
The gentle plant creature smiles down at the small pup, nuzzling his blue body with his head. Halan wiggles until he was under the large flower that circled Thymes kind. Thyme chuckles, trying to pull him out of there but failing to reach him with even his long neck. Halan let out a soft chuckle, curling up against Thymes chest. His long blue tail flicks behind him playfully, the fear in his heart melting away from Thymes kindness. The small pup falls back to sleep, his tail curling around his body. Thyme smiles down at the pup, feeling his warmth against his chest.
"Is the Riolu well?"
Thyme looks up at the voice, recognizing it as the old Blaziken that lives in the hen house. He nods his head, a sad smile on his face.
"Sergeant…I think he may have had another nightmare…He's been having more and more of these lately"
The old bird crosses his arms, glancing down at the sleeping pup under the Meganium's neck. He paces a bit, looking up at the pale faced moon as he considers what may have to be done to aid their young charge. He stops, back to Thyme and let out a soft sigh.
"We may have to bring him to Remus…meaning, We have to tell the General that the Riolu is under a form of aliment."
"Do you really think this is…some sort of illness? Maybe he just is having bad dreams. We all do that at some point."
The old bird nods his head thoughtfully, glancing over his shoulder at Thyme with a sad look in his one visible eye.
"Yes…but we don't happen to be suffering from a lack of past. We know where we came from and who we are. He does not."
"Do you really think that may be the cause"
Thyme looks down at the small pup, a new look of sadness in his eyes. He brushes a vine over the sleeping pups face.
"He…cries out for help in his sleep…what happened to him to cause such pain while he sleeps?"
"If we knew that, we wouldn't be talking about it, now would we."
Thyme lowers his head and looked out at the farm with a sad gaze. He closed his eyes and listened for Sergeant to walk back to his roost for the night, shortly falling asleep.
The sun's bright rays washed over the farm, cloaking the sleeping pokemon in it's warm glow in hopes of urging them to awake. Thyme stretched out his neck and yawned, his flower soaking in the nurturing sunlight. The Meganium then looks under himself and finds that the small pup was still curled under him asleep. He chuckles a bit and lifts the Riolu up with his vines to rest him in the shade under the tree.
"Still sleeping I see. Only means I'll have to stay up longer to help him work off his energy today with training."
Thyme turns and looks at the tall thin woman that stepped out of the farm house. The woman had long raven hair tied back in two flowing ponies, a checkered top with the first top button and bottom three buttons undone, worn blue jean with dirt stains on the knees, think brown farmer boots, and a faded swade cowboy hat. The human walk over to her pokemon and pats him on his green head, her pale amethyst eyes showing fading signs of sleep as she peered down at Halan. The woman then shrugged her shoulders and turned away from Thyme to pace back the farm house, picking up her tilling hoe and headed for the fields that stretched out quite a ways from the farmhouse. Thyme shook his head and left the sleeping pup where he lied to get to his own work on the farm as the plant specialist of the farm's produce.
Halan shifts in his sleep, muttering softly under his breath as he dreams of a open field during the night. The stars are bright overhead and the moon was raising up behind a shadowed figure. Halan opened his mouth to call out to the figure, only to find his voice was gone. He let out a soft confused whimper as the figure approaching him through the tall grass and glowing moonflowers that surrounded the figure's feet. As the figure drew closer, the better formed the shape was. Halan felt his heart racing as the figure draws closer, anxious emotions growing within him. He holds out his small paw to the figure to try to touch the strange shadow, only to witness it stopping before him. The figure was still shadowed and unreadable to the Riolu's eyes, but deep in Halan's gut, he knew that this figure was familiar like the other figure he sees in his nightmares. The Riolu opened his mouth and tried to talk, only to hear his voice come out as a soft whisper.
"Who are you…"
The figure stands before him silently, the scent of ash and smoke flirting in the wind around the figure. The figure then tilts it's head down a bit, glowing green eyes gazing into his. It parts his lips and speaks, but no sound or words escape.
In the waking world, Halan curls into himself and reaches his paw out to grasp at the non-existent being. Small tears roll down his face as his heart slowly breaks form his dream and the glowing green eyes of the figure. The small pup rolls onto his side and slowly opens his eyes, more tears falling to the earth below him. He meekly looks up as a shadow fell on him.
"I see you are awake, little guy. After I finish my chore here, I can take you out to the mountains to do some train'in."
The woman crouches down, hoe over her shoulder and her other hand resting on her knee. Her pale purple eyes search into his, reading his emotions with a simple shift of her eyes. One could have sworn that when she read someone, her eyes would take on a red glow around her irises. Halan lowers his eyes and plays with the grass under his paw.
"..Ming…I've been having these weird…"
"Dreams. Ones that seem familiar yet you don't remember them at all. Don't worry Halan, you're memories will return to you one day. Now…shall we get to work?"
Halan looked up at the human woman, a soft sad smile on his blue face. He gets to his feet and stretches his arms out to loosen them. He nods up to her and takes a fighting stance. The woman laughs and points him to the pile of wood that needed to be chopped.
"Alright! I'm right on it Ming!"
[End of Chapter One]
