Pokemon Best Wishes:
Meloetta
The Withering Melody
"The pokemon world... what a view huh?"
Spoke a voice as the person who owned the voice sat up in a mysterious, golden land. Then suddenly, a heavenly voice that sounded like the chorus of angels, began to surround the atmosphere of the dream-like dimension, a wondrous euphoria. A cold, yet gentle and at the same time, warm-like breeze blew across the meadow, the enticing melody growing louder with every step he took. Then, he saw the bearer of the voice.
It had long luscious green hair, eyes resembling whole notes, and the face of a celestial being. He was under its' spell. "This voice," he mumbled to himself, the sweet wind blowing through his hair. "I must have it...!" he spoke, but then all of a sudden, the breeze came to a harsh halt, browning leaves hitting his face as if to do damage to him. He winced; being taken aback from surprise, as he opened his eyes to a new horizon.
The blooming gold flowers now turned blood red, as the sky turned a dim purple. The harsh wind increased and continued to blow him back, as he put his arms up as if to block it, covering his face. The figure resembling Meloetta faded more and more, getting further and further away from him. "DON'T LEAVE!" he cried out. "Why are you escaping me too?" His voice faded as the entire world turned pitch black, as if it were swallowed up whole.
The young man awoke in a frenzy, the beads of sweat falling onto his covers, awaking his shiny Umbreon. Feeling his anguish, the pokemon crawled up to the man like an Ariados, nudging his face. The young man smiled, gently brushing his hand through the Umbreon's jet-black fur.
"It's okay, it was just another nightmare," he reassured the pokemon. "But they will stop soon enough," he smirked as he glanced over at an antique looking jar on his lamp table.
His phone then rang violently. He turned his legs out of bed first, digging each foot into some slippers, and walked over to the antique phone. His love for antiques was massive, condemning much of the existing technology. "Hello?" he answered, taking the phone off its' hook.
"Morthiel, we got the source..." came the voice in a mysterious aura. The young man, now revealed to be Morthiel, smirked. "It's about time," he answered slyly.
"I trust you have our payment?"
"I'm a little flattered that you don't trust me," Morthiel spoke in a sarcastic tone.
"I'll take your wisecracks as a yes. I'm telling you Morthiel, you'd better make this worth our while,"
"It will pay off for everyone. I'm doing the world a favor." Morthiel responded.
"Where should we meet up?" the voice asked eerily.
"In the Muse Palace."
"I'll be waiting."
"I think I've been waiting the longest," Morthiel hung up. He went back to the bed and checked the clock as he rubbed his Umbreon's head. It was 5:00 a.m.. "Looks like our time has come," he spoke partially to Umbreon, partially to himself.