Prologue
I stare at the picture.
I'm positive that I did not draw that. I play pokemon games and I'm a fan of it, yes, but...why would a picture of two pokemon be in my drawing journal? Then again, why do I assume that it's pokemon? Maybe I drew it when I was daydreaming? No, I'm a daydreamer, but my daydreaming capabilities are not that high, and its twilight by now.
"Did I draw this, Faolan?" I asked my faithful wolf-dog Faolan who was lying beside me. He looked at me with questioning eyes.
"Never mind."
I stare at the picture(again) in the fast vanishing light of dusk, it was drawn such that the two pokemon seemed to be partly formed from clouds, looming over a...region, city? I could make out that it was drawn using color pencil, but I left my color pencils in the camper. Furthermore, it's too realistic to be drawn by color pencils, the picture started to seem to move. Yes... I feel wind...but from where?
Unknown to me, a shooting star passed above me.
But I felt it, a sensation of being pulled away, the wind was stronger. "W-what's happening?" I call out.
Faster than thought, the world around me seemed to disintegrate, shifting into dust, carried away as if blown by the wind. I reach out, as if trying to grab them, pull them back, or anchor myself, but I can't. This is against my will.
Revealing blinding light.
No ups or downs, no left or right, no gravity, only light.
Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into?
Pulled away, to somewhere...somewhere
Flying through an endless tunnel of shifting light.
Then I close my eyes.
I know that this is a very short intro. It's my first time doing a fanfic and I appreciate any comments be it positive or negative. This prologue has pratically nothing to do with pokemon yet, and please ignore the title(It was a mistake)