Author's Note: This was inspired by several other fanfics. And NO it's not copyright or anything because so many authors have written stories about this topic. It was also inspired because I like Absols in general. Although, I will say this: I need to stop writing really depressing stories. I might. But that won't be for a looong while. This is told in first person as an experiment, so don't be surprised if it's not as awesome as it's supposed to be. The Absol I'm writing this from is male. And from this point on, I will stop nagging you to review. It's your choice. It illustrates to me whatever I need to work on, so don't be afraid to criticize. Just don't flame. Please? I will be very annoyed if you do. Alrighty then, read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon; if I did, do you think that they would be stuck saying their names for their calls? Pikachu works…but nothing else does…
I was created for a purpose. Our kind has long accepted that we have no hand in what we know. Others can not grasp what existed from the beginning. You would not understand, but it is our fate as it has always been to serve and not to question. To warn, yet not prevent. To survive, but avoid all else, to be a loner, yet to care for all. That is our destiny. This is my story.
I yawned, arching my back as I stretched, blinking at the harsh, golden rays of sun reflecting off the walls as they shone into my cave. I lay there for a little while, then slowly got to my paws. The call could not be ignored. I lived here, among the ice, where no one else chose to, because that was crucial. If there were others, too many questions would develop, and I would be, once more, cast off, for no fault of my own, but the fact of my very existence. Others could not understand, nor did I expect them to.
I felt a tugging feeling, the one I knew so well, and set off, heedless of the destination, only that I must get there as soon as possible. I could no longer stay here; the call must be followed. I never go outside if I can help it. Only when I must do I step my paws outside my cave; enough vegetation grows inside to keep me fed. I can live without berries or other luxuries of that sort. Loneliness is my constant companion, but it is better than some others. I remain that way of my own choice. I didn't always wish to be this way, but some stories are better left untold.
Keeping to the path, I raced through the snowy scenery. It was actually quite pretty for those who bothered. The way that the water froze in swirling yet stiff shapes, still dripping from the branch, almost as if it hung still in time. And the way the frozen snow coated the ground like a cottony white blanket. It didn't matter. I didn't care for such things. Yet daily battles would, and must be fought to preserve the peaceful serenity of it all. That mattered. A lot.
I'd never questioned the destiny that I was born to. Not until that day. I'd never realized that I was so different, or that anyone else cared that I was. But it is better left shrouded in mystery. I no longer wish to know. There are many in this world that are worse off than I am. Yet, there are some things that I wish that I owned. Trust. That is the one thing I crave more than anything else, but I do not think that it is within my reach of acquirement. It is better to be alone.
I needed to hurry, the sense of danger was blaring now, I was out of the snow, but I needed to go a little farther. To the village near the sea. The one I protect. Amazingly, at this point, I knew what would happen. This failed to comfort me as it only could mean one thing; that it would come to pass soon.
A low thunderclap sounded in the distance. I ran on, not caring that the rugged mountain trail was tearing at my claws. I needed to get there. Now. I ran faster, panic ripping through my body. Perhaps today, out of so many others, I would be too late? No. I couldn't be. I saw the village lights in the distance, heard the babble of the humans' voices. Kept running. Then I was there, in the midst of everything. Frightened eyes turned to me. I would never get used to this. Lightning tore across the sky, lighting up the mountains from which I had come.
Go. I willed them. Go! Then, as sudden as if someone had cut a string, they went, knocking over others in their frenzy to get away. From me? No. From the coming natural calamity that would surely happen at any moment. The instant that I had spread the warning, it occurred to me that I should probably get out of there too. Right. But not everyone was out. A small child was left in the streets. I picked her up. Ran with her. Towards where the rest of the humans were congregating, a little ways outside of the village. She wailed, twisting in my grip. I set her down. If only to give myself a few moments rest.
Then I saw it. In the distance. The wave. If this wall of water could be called that. It was several stories high, at least twice as high as any of the buildings in the village. I couldn't stop. I grabbed the child once more and ran, as I never had before, ignoring my aching lungs. We needed to get out. Now. I kept pounding my paws on the ground, moving forward. Away from the danger that approached rapidly. Then the wave of water hit and for a second everything was lost in the swirling current. Then I surfaced for a brief moment, took a breath and registered that I was not going to die in the next fifteen seconds, then was pulled back under. Ok. Maybe in the next twenty seconds. Then it hit me. The child. The one that I no longer gripped in my teeth. I pushed toward the surface once more, looking around rapidly the moment that my head broke the water. There was nothing but water, water and the jagged peaks of the mountains. The mountains that the rest of the humans had reached, hopefully, and were safe. But that didn't matter at the moment. Where was the child? Lost underneath the churning water? Then I caught a glimpse of blue, a lighter blue than this treacherous water that spun me around as I pushed out with my might to get a better glimpse. There it was, being helplessly tossed around by the current, but not underwater, and obviously still struggling. Thrashing still harder with my paws, I moved forward, fighting the power of the water that soaked my fur and held me captive in a cage of foam and wetness. I needed to get closer. My legs were growing weak from exhaustion. Stretching out in a desperate grab, I felt my jaw grasp something soft; a cloth. Then, knowing that I had achieved my goal I pulled backwards, making my way back to where a flat stone shelf protruded over the waves.
I reached my destination, almost fainting with exertion, placing the child higher up where it was safe, and did not fight the darkness as it swept across my world.
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