AN: Hey! Look! A new project!
Because I didn't already have enough of those to deal with *flop*
This is gonna track the story of the two Legendary Heroes of Unova, in a world at least somewhat-canon with that of a certain project of my friend ExtremeArtist. It's really more specifically to flesh out that story, but I thought I'd post it here.
DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT A GOOD WRITER. I AM NOT LIABLE FOR ANY HATE, RAVING MADNESS, OR SELF-HARM WHICH RESULTS FROM READING THIS HUNK OF TEXT. THANK YOU.
It's nearly the end of summer, in what would later become known as Northeast Unova. On a flat, ideal patch of land, a small town has recently sprung up. This afternoon, its inhabitants are genially continuing their usual methodical existence. Behind a rarely noted dwelling, two brothers are playing out a scene which has occurred often on many afternoons just like this one.
"Hey! Come on! If we're going to get there before Gramma notices we're gone, you're gonna have to hurry up!" A dark-haired, robust boy is attempting to motivate his sibling to follow him, with limited success.
"I don't know, Bae... are you sure we should be doing this? Couldn't we get in a lot of trouble? Isn't this a little silly? Have you even finished all your chores yet? We can go tomorrow." While certainly twins, the reluctant sibling is a bit lankier than his brother, with a much more orderly look to him. It's obvious from his expression that he's tried to argue with these schemes before, and he knows that he'll give in eventually.
"Aw, don't be that way! We're thirteen already, we can do whatever we want." The energetic boy's brother, whose name is Damian, has begun to take on an air of resignation. "And maybe we can rebuild the fort."
Damian looks down, and mutters, "Aren't we too old for that kinda stuff by now?" He doesn't need to look up to know that his brother is giving him an exasperated look. "...Fine," he says. "But if we get in trouble, I'm blaming it all on you."
"Great." Grinning, Bae runs off down an overgrown trail extending into a sparse forest. Damian follows, with a sigh.
Unnoticed by the duo, a small boy with a mop of sandy hair peeks out from his hiding spot on the edge of the house. Shorter than the twins, he appears to be no older than ten, with the same weathered look about him. He quickly darts out to the entrance of what can't be much more than a well-camouflaged Deerling trail.
After a brief pause, he begins to follow the path, keeping a good distance away from the twins. He knows that, should he be discovered, they would shun him and refuse to do absolutely anything of interest. After all, this must have been the most exciting thing to happen to him since a Larvesta set Sasha's hair on fire last week.
A short time later, all three boys have arrived at the edge of a cliff, the younger one still lurking a bit deeper inside the forest. He is aided by his goal of remaining unseen by the slowly dimming light, and the fact that the twins seem to be completely absorbed by the task of daring each other ever closer to the drop-off.
Just before he can make up his mind to leave, the boy hiding in the forest notices a pinprick of light in the sky. It's quickly growing brighter, and he's about to break cover to warn the twins, when Damian notices and remarks upon it.
"Hey, look." He points at the particular spot above the horizon, which has now begun to outshine even the sun. "Isn't that a little bit-"
His sentence is interrupted by a gigantic boom. Both boys flinch and cover their eyes, the younger one already facing away, bracing himself against the base of a tree. Because of this, he was the first one to recover his sight. Looking up to the sky, he saw a thick smoke trail leading directly to a spot some distance from the town in the opposite direction.
A moment later, Damian voices all three boys' thoughts perfectly.
"What in the name of Hydreigon was that?!"