Night of Fire
Chapter 1
My first serious Pokemon story. Every pokemon featured in this story is in its 'gijinka' or humanoid form (I forgot who the artist was...) and I was inspired to write this after watching the 10th movie repeatedly. ...REPEATEDLY because I'm a dork. ...yeah.
Enjoy.
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The night was cloudy, the crescent moon hidden by a curtain of dark clouds, its already shy light almost disappearing behind the veil. Under this very sky, a creature rose from the shadows on Full Moon Isle. It was the figure of a man, one whose jet-black clothing and blood-red collar would mislead others of his nature. His long, white hair billowed in the night breeze as he decided that yes, he would rest there for the night. His journey had been a long one, and despite the long span of time he had found himself to live, despite the great amount of energy he wielded, he was tired.
He sighed as he looked for a place to sleep. The island wasn't very big, and yet not very small. In fact, there was a small field nearby and he could just picture that very field bursting with life when spring came, when the flowers begin to bloom. A cool breeze blew past, making the black-clad stranger shiver slightly and turn to look at the forested part of the island.
"I really should rest..." he thought to himself, starting to walk towards the shelter of the trees. A small ringing sound attracted his attention however. It didn't sound particularly like anyone of the Chingling or Chimecho kinds...
"Who's there?" a young lady's voice called. The stranger stiffened. He'd thought the island was deserted, but apparently he was wrong. A young lady who appeared no older than fifteen appeared in the field, watching him with curious amethyst eyes. The stranger had held his arm out, a dark aura surrounding his clawed hand. Quite apparently, he wasn't very used to company.
The girl merely looked on. She knew he was poised for attack, but she also knew, he wasn't going to hurt her unless she made a move to, "Don't be afraid... I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Cresselia. I am the guardian of Full Moon Isle," she said pleasantly, introducing herself to the tired traveler.
The taller of the two then reluctantly lowered his arm, his single visible blue-green eye gleaming slightly under his long white bangs. As he did this, Cresselia clasped her hands behind her back, smiling kindly at him, "Are you lost?" she asked.
"…No," the stranger's deep voice replied.
"Oh, that's good to hear," she said with a giggle, lifting the mood around her. She wasn't very able to see him as he was standing within the shadows of the trees, his dark form hidden by his immediate surroundings, "What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"
The stranger fell silent at the question and Cresselia's smile faltered, thinking that the stranger may not trust her at all. She drooped a little, sighing, "I see... Nevermind then, I bid you a good night," with that said, she turned to leave.
He watched her turn, he watched her walk away and he questioned her actions. Never before had they met, and yet she spoke to him like they've met before, as if they were friends. Was this what those humans called 'trust'? He huffed at the thought. Trust was useless. Trust wouldn't save anyone when they were in danger. Was this 'faith' then? If it was so, then faith was just about as useful as 'trust' was. Everyone, pokemon and human alike, only lived for their own selfish purposes.
And yet... what was this heavy feeling he felt when she walked away...?
"...Darkrai."
Cresselia stopped in her tracks. The stranger had raised his voice so she could hear him and he repeated,
"My name… is Darkrai."
She turned to look at him, smiling when he introduced himself finally. Cresselia was about to turn and walk towards him when the sky cleared, moonlight beginning to illuminate the place where Darkrai stood. Cresselia froze at the cold stare that Darkrai gave, at the chill that ran down her spine. His handsome face had the look of a cold-blooded murderer, had the aura of a nightmare come to life. The seemingly endless depths of his single visible eye seemed to pull her in and the dark, tattered coat he donned did not present a very friendly picture as she could now see him for who he was.
He saw the scared look on her face, a look he knew all too well. It was the very face that had made him a well-hated character for he thrived on the fact that he brought nightmares everywhere he went.
"I see I'm no longer wanted here," he said flatly, turning around to give his back to her. Cresselia snapped out of her trance and shook her head,
"No, wait, that's not it!"
Darkrai looked at her over his shoulder, "...Do not fret. I only seek one night for me to rest. I will leave at the crack of dawn tomorrow. …I highly advise you to sleep elsewhere," he turned again, facing the shadows of the trees and walked towards them, "Good night, Cresselia."
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Please read and review so I may think of how to progress. This was originally supposed to be a one-shot but thanks to a friend, it became something more than that.