AN: I basically switched out this prologue for the other one because… well, this prologue doesn't have significance until the second book, and then some- it's a bigger plot I'm just hinting at all the time. Timoteyo said the reading was slow, and I knew the time jumps were confusing people- "Just WHO is the main character here?! O.0" and I figured what could help both of those problems was more of an idea of what to expect from the start… but also not, because I'm a sneaky ninja writer, like the writers of Lost except I actually know what's going to happen. (Time-lining your fic is the bees knees! ^_^)
Anywho, feel free to comment and ponder over this weird thingamajig I pass as edible fiction. (yes, I said edible. Why are you still reading this Author's Note? Aren't you bored yet? The prologue is more interesting, just go read it, it's right there! No? You freak. WhatevaR. Go eat a cheese monkey for all I care, or Aipom, or whatever you think would be appropriate. Sorry, it's 1:04 am and I lack... zzzzzzzzzz)
It's hard to say when the beginning of a story is. Sometimes stories begin with the birth of a hero. Sometimes it begins before the hero is born, at his parent's first encounter. Sometimes it begins when darkness stirs and grows, for the hero to defeat later on. Sometimes it begins centuries before that. This time, it begins with a legend.
It was a horrible storm that shook the world. The legend says humanity drowned in that storm, and the sole survivors were a few pokémon. These pokémon were devastated, and wept in their sorrow. The lives that had been taken in the storm were brought back by the tears of the pokémon, and humanity has lived in harmony with pokémon ever since.
Of course, legends are always inaccurate. Everyone forgets the little details, and as a story is retold over time, it changes in how it is remembered and worded each day. It's no one's fault that the truth was forgotten, for there was only one who could possibly remember what truly happened.
She still does. Mew remembers the pure anger and fury that led to the storm in the first place. She remembers the destruction of civilizations, lives washed away with every wave. She remembers the horror of it all, the terror that welled up inside of her.
She remembers it clearly, the way the world looked when it was nothing but an empty sea. All life was eradicated, even the sea-dwellers themselves. She remembers how it was when there was no one. She remembers loneliness, and being a victim of it. She remembers pain, guilt.
A tear did fall that day, and it dripped into the sea that covered all of the earth. The dark clouds parted, the sun shinning down and making the water glow eerily. The tear didn't bring anyone back.
Mew was not shocked, because she hadn't expected anything. But she knew it would only take time for new life and land to resurface, for the world to start the cycle over again. A lot of time, but time all the same. Unable to stand the loneliness, she decided to sleep until the world needed her again. She surrounded herself in a protective pink bubble, sank into the water, and began to hibernate with the shut of her eyes. She hoped that when she awoke, the world would be a better, more peaceful place.
But while no original life form had been brought back, her tear had left something behind, something she didn't expect at all.
An eyelash.
An eyelash that was discovered by the new human race. An eyelash that was taken in for study. An eyelash that would change the course and cycle of life itself.
An eyelash that was used to create the mewclones.