Vio: Yep, another story. This is my very own pmd fic so, yeah. Let's begin, shall we?

Warning! Blood and potential vulgar language!

A/N: I do not own PMD!

#I'mpokemontrashforlife

Was that necessary? Yes, yes it was. Everyone needs to know.

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Prologue: Blank

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"Ah, so the dead has arisen from its slumber," a jolly voice chuckled nearby as she finally managed to crack her eyes open. Different smells surrounded her but not too overwhelming though, more like comforting, and her body seemed to be wrapped up in something soft. When her vision finally cleared, her eyes eagerly searched her surroundings. It looked as if she was in an old hut of some sort. Very little items took up much space except for the few large clay-like vases and crates that were stacked neatly at the very back.

"Yoohoo," the same jolly voice cooed, "you alright, lass?"

Her head snapped around to see-

"Pelipper?" She questioned with her mouth agape. There was a real pokemon in front of her and said pokemon had talked. The bird pokemon gave her a worried look, his beak opening once more to speak, "Are ya ok, lass, yer actin' a bit wonky."

"You're a pokemon." She finally blurted out with shock.

The Pelipper chuckled half-heartedly, and fluttered down from his perch atop a worn-out hammock to land near where she was crowded with fleece blankets.

"Yes, I am, and so are you. Did ye hit yer head or somethin'?"

His remark made her freeze, and she slowly gazed down at her body. She was covered in fur. Cream-colored fur made up her paws, belly and chest – she had paws. The rest, mainly on her back and bottom, was a dark, navy blue color. She was a pokemon.

"Why?" She asked turning back to face the Pelipper with wide eyes as hysteria began to set in, "Why am I a pokemon?! I'm not a pokemon! I'm a-" she was cut off when smoke began to appear from nowhere. She shrieked and jumped away from her little nest, turning around only to gasp. Flames were devouring the blankets at a fast pace. Any panicked thoughts were quickly diminished when a stream of water hit the flames and turned them to nothing but ashes.

"Now that that's taken care of," she let out an ugly sob at the damage she had done, "don't cry, lass, it wasn't your fault. Cyndaquil's such as yerself have a hard time controllin' their emotions, and it was jus' an accident. Don't be spillin' those tears fer nothin'."

A soft wing wrapped around her tiny body pulling her close, and she dug her snout deep within the bird's white chest feathers, noticing his salty scent up close. He smelled just like the sea. He smelled nice. He chuckled again and gently patted her back, "There, there," she forced herself to stay calm, hoping his feathers wouldn't catch fire, "what's yer name, lass?"

She was thankful for the quick change but as she was about to tell him, her mind went blank and a deep sadness throbbed inside her chest, "I, I don't know..."

"Well, we can't be havin' that, hmm..." He trailed off using his free wing the scratch his bottom part of his beak, "What about Blaise?"

She shook her head.

"Blitz?"

Another shake of her head.

"Tiny?"

"W-what?!" She squawked out, and he barked out a laugh, "Ahm jus' kiddin', lass."

She pouted.

His face took on a more serious look, "How about...Wisp?"

Tilting her head, she thought about it and nodded in agreement. The bird pokemon gave her a giant smile and gently pulled his wing off her back to grab her nearest paw to shake it, "Nice ta meet ya, Wisp. The name's Mana."

Wisp gave him a smile of her own – her very first smile. Maybe one day she would find out why she was sent here but for now, she would revel in the small bit of comfort that was Mana.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mana."

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Welp, I hoped you all enjoyed that little prologue. I know that not much information was given out, but that's how I want it.

Please R&R! 🙂