A/N- Hello! I'm back in bussiness! This story is just random events that happen to Cyndan, and I'll do my best to keep them chronological. If I have a plot continue through multiple chapters, hopefully never more than ten, it'll be called an ark in the chapter box. As a side note, if you are waiting for the next chap in A New Fox, it may take a bit; FFN won't let me edit or preview it, and the chapter is already in the manager! OH NOES! Anyways, here is the prolouge and first chapter.
Before it began, an unlikely trio of Pokemon journeying together under the moon and stars, always by the other's side, a small family dwelled in a humble den, one away from any human civilalizations, living quietly together in peace. A mother and a father together, united for the better part of seventeen years, rose their family of four. Many said they wouldn't work out, Kyasha and Vincent, but they had loved each other since the day they met, gazing at the brightest moon in all of Jotoh, one that hadn't been so bright for thirty-five years, as if Arceus himself cast his loving gaze across the spacious region.
Kyasha, a large Typhlosion, had sat on the sandy shores of the Lake of Rage, gazing at the moon as it slid gracefully over the pines in the distance. Nearby, an Arcanine, shunned because of his pack from his miniature stature, had been chasing a lone Lopunny as it hopped across the wooded path, a small trail of red drops soaking into the ground in its wake. Knowing it would mean certain death if it looked over its shoulder, if even for a moment, it ignored its pained leg and fled. Knowing it was on the verge of collapsing, the Arcanine, Vincent, loped faster, catching up to its prey. As he broke through the end of the dirt path and onto the sandy shore. Snapping the rabbit in its jaws, killing it instantly, the canine shook his head back and forth.
Kyasha, hearing the noise, left to see what was going on. On all fours, she peeked around a tree, spotting the famished Arcanine begining its meal. As Vincent looked up, blood on his maw, their eyes met. Moving aside, the large dog allowed Kyasha to join him in his meal. As they talked, without realizing it, both started to grow fond of the other. Only a day later, the unlikely pair realized their affection, and after declaring their feelings to one another, they united as mates, and left the region, venturing farther west and north, leaving the Jotoh area altogether.
In the first litter, they had four healthy pups. However, only one was a Cyndiquil, and the others were Growlithes. As mixed up as it was, the parents couldn't have cared less, even if they were Magikarp! As the young ones first opened their eyes, Kyasha named them, with some help from Vincent. Naming the Growlithe trio Marcus, Luke, and Jessica, they were stumped for a name for the Cyndiquil. Kyasha, wanting something gentle, wanted to name him Ash, for the beauty of the trees around the den. However, Vincent disapproved. Stating that a tree wasn't suitable for a name, even if Ash was related to fire, Vincent suggested Drako, explaining that his fiery attitude reflected the fierce name perfectly. Kyasha heartily said no, arguing that she wanted her son to have nothing to do with dragons, having had a not-so-great turnout when she challenged a wild Garchomp.
Arguing back and forth over which name was better, the temperature rising uncomfortably high, they were interrupted by the matter of the subject himself. Hearing the noise, he had woken up from his nap by his parents bickering. Not knowing that he was what they were arguing about, he tried to calm them down. However, his Pokemon vocal chords not fully developed, he could only squeak out one word, the only one he knew, which also happened to be the name of his species. "Cyndan! Cyn, cyn, quiiiillll! Cyndan!"
Both of the parents faces lit up joyfully. Scooping up their child by his scruff, Vincent hushed the baby asleep. Turning to his mate, he said, "It's the perfect name, isn't it? So simple, but...I just can't help but love it..." Muttering "Cyndan" to himself, his wife padded over and nuzzled her husband's muzzle. "Cyndan it is! Our little Cyndan!"
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They all grew up into healthy children. Cyndan, although tiny compared to his siblings, happened to be braver than them, and the fiercest when it came to mock fighting, or even when out exploring. Already ahead of them in level, he finally reached level six, gaining the ability to unleash smoke screens from his internal fire within. However, the peace wouldn't last forever.
Only a few years old, the children sat at the entrance of the den, which was dug out by Vincent from under an oak tree. All of their eyes watched the rain and thunder from the warmth and dryness of the den, the inside protected from minor floods by a small lip around the threshhold. Marcus jumped back as a wave of thunder rolled by, sending everyone's fur on end, along with a jolt of weak static. "When will this storm let up; I want to plaaaaaay!" Jessica whined, pawing at the ground anxiously. Laying down, she rested her head on her paws and sighed.
"Yeah, didn't you say you would teach us how to survive on our own today, Dad?" Luke added.
Nodding his head, the napping Arcanine sighed. "Yes, I did, but neither me nor your mother could've predicted this storm, and seeing as fire types should never go out in a storm this harsh, you'll have to wait for tomorrow, or for when this storm lets up.
"Daaaaaaaad! That isn't fair!" Cyndan protested. "Something always happens, like a storm, or a herd of Stantler, or even that time when it got really windy! You always procrastinate!"
Opening an eye at the large word, he stared back at his squinting son. He always could never see too far. Chuckling to himself, he sat up and stretched, careful not to wake the dozing female next to him. "Where in the world did you hear that word, nevermind know what it means?" Vincent asked, changing the subject.
At this the young boy's face reddened. "I...uh...um...errr...okay! I admit it! I snuck out! I heard something outside yesterday, so I wen't to see what it was. There were these tall, blue things, that were kinda like you, only they stood on two legs, and they had spikes on their bodies. One of the short ones was being yelled at by the largest one there, and he said something like this!" Clearing his throat, the young mouse tried to make his voice as low as possible, only succeeding in making a fool of himself to his brothers and sister. "'You better stop procrastinating, or you are out of the pack!' And the short one said, 'I can't help it, I just never see any good reason to do it right away!' And they kept shouting at each other, until the short one cried and ran towards me, so I came back, hoping he didn't see me." Having his embarresment under control, the Cyndiquil shrugged, putting up a shell of indifference.
"Cyndan," his father began, sitting next to him. "How many times have we told you not to go out on your own? I know you really want to, and your instincts tell you to do things like that, but you can't do that! Me and your mother have these rules so you don't get hurt. What would you do if a trainer found you? They would do anything to catch you; it's not every day you see a wild Cyndiquil. And what if a Mightyena smelled you? It would stalk you, and then it would eat you, just like this!" Vincent ended, playfully licking the giggling ball of fur. Putting up a stern stare and face, he continued. "What would me and Mommy do if we lost you? Do you know how sad we would be if we found out we would never see you again, all because you got lost in the woods when you snuck out on your own?" A tear rolled down the side of Cyndan's face, and he sniffed. Trying to consol his upset son, he lied down next to him, and started grooming him. Cyndan warmed up. He loved it when his father did this, it was so enjoyable! Smiling, the young Cyndiquil started to nod off at the gentle rythem of the strokes.
When the others saw this, they immediately clambered on their father's back, asking him to do the same to them. All shouting at once, the young canines eagerly tried to act as loving and cute as possible, hoping to be the next one washed by their father.
"Settle down, now; you'll all get your turn!"
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Cyndan coughed, not knowing which way to turn. Trapped by his own nightmare, he was fleeing through the woods, trying to escape the persuit of a dark figure and a shadowy Mightyena. Struggling to keep away from the thrashing jaws, he also ran in a zigzag pattern, trying to dodge large spheres, each of which covered in small barbs and floating in a small bubble, all of which burst upon landing next to Cyndan, coating his already soaked chest and legs. Panting and hacking, the terrified mouse continued, hoping to reach his home, where his father would protect him. Wouldn't he?
Cyndan struggled to continue, the smokey forest seeming to turn on him, no longer his home. Coughing through the gray, hazy smoke, the Cyndiquil's legs slowed, hampered by some unseen force, as if he were running through water. Feeling jaws close around his neck, Cyndan screamed, his eyes opening from his horrible nightmare. Seeing the ground a few feet below him, he glanced upwards, seeing his father carrying him by his scruff.
Looking around, it seemed as if the smoke from his nightmare lingered. Feeling a lurch, Cyndan gasped as his father leapt out of the den, water splashing when his feet left the ground. Outside of his home, Cyndan realized the haze was still there, accompanied by fire devouring the trees around him, the grey ones now living up to their name of "ash". Looking back, the mouse cried out as the tree above the one home he knew colapsed, crushing the den and causing water to plume into the air.
Looking up at his father, bounding through the trees, he asked, "Daddy, what's happening, where is everyone?"
Not breaking stride, Vincent replied through his teeth. "Not now, son! We have to reach safety; Mommy and the others made it out ok, and they're waiting for us."
"Did Arceus get angry at me? Is that why the forest is on fire?"
Narrowing his eyes, the Arcanine glared at his son. "I said not now! I need to concentrate! Lightning stuck a tree, and the forest flooded with the rain. Now let me think!" Ending the conversation, Vincent stared straight ahead. "Wait...is that...an earthquake?"
Indeed, the forest had egun rumbling, most likely caused by an angry Golem, woken from its nap. The Arcanine's eyes grew wide, staring at the growing rift blocking their way out of the forest. NO! Trying to skid to a halt from his quick speed, he tried to backpeddle, but gave up as they reached the rim of the large rip in the earth. "Hang on, son!" Tumbling over the edge, Vincent howled in anguish, keeping his son above him on the way down.
Not even half of a mile away, a mother stood alone with her three children, waiting for her husband. As the howl echoed through the forest, a tear rolled down Kyasha's cheek. "Kids...let's go." Beckoning her children, she dropped to all fours and sadly padded away.