A/N: Welcome all to my newest story.
Disclaimer: Pokemon is the property of Nintendo and is not used for profit in any way. The story itself is mine and may not be used in part or whole without written permission.
Walking with Shadows
An Original Fanfiction by Woodsballer
At the beginning of time, our world was much the same, yet completely different.
Thousands of years ago, Earth was home to two powerful races. The humans, infinitely intelligent, marveled at their works of science, creating cities that towered over the land.
The Yng'va, preferring to stay one with nature, chose the path of magic, forming beautiful colonies of formed trees and rock.
But all was not well between the races. The humans, while intelligent, were greedy, and hungered for the powers that the Yng'va possessed. Using their powerful weapons of science, they stormed the villages, taking everything they could and killing any Yng'va that stood in their way.
The Yng'va would not stand by. Forming their own elite army of fighters and magicians, they fought back. For years, they battled, spilling blood all across the land.
In the end, the humans triumphed. But they did not win completely. With the enemy at their doorsteps, the remaining High Mages of the Yng'va wove a powerful spell.
On that day, the Yng'va took on powerful wards that made them appear as humans to all except their own kind. The humans completely forgot that the Yng'va ever existed. History became rewritten so that to all but the remaining, the Yng'va vanished from history, replaced by the creatures they called Pokemon.
Through the ages, the Yng'va have lived among us, hiding in plain sight and slowly growing in number. Among them, several have raised a dangerous question that few dare dwell on.
How much longer can they stay hidden?
Chapter 1
Discovery
Deep in a cavern, a rock shifts. One by one, small rocks break from the rest and fall to the floor a few feet below. Larger rocks began to fall, joining the pile. And then with a heavy grunt, an arm forced a huge piece inwards, allowing a javelin of light to pierce through the darkness.
As the dust settled, Chloe pushed her way through the small hole. Though it was rough, she couldn't help but have a stupid grin across her face. She pulled her legs free and stood. "Finally…" she said to herself.
The light didn't reach very far, so she reach behind to her backpack and pulled up the rod holding the floodlight. With a click, she illuminated the space.
Before her stretched a football field-sized cavern. The immediate area was simply a barren platform. But just at the edge of her lamp's light, walls of rock rose, casting shadows across the far wall.
Chloe began to walk forward, bringing the walls into the light. They were surprisingly intact. They were perfectly smooth and met at perfect right angles.
Reaching to the other side of her bag, she angled up the camera, fixing it in a position just over her shoulder, and flicked it on. "Chloe Redden's Journal, date April 13, 2017." She turned her body, showing the camera the entrance and then the buildings as she spoke. "If my research is right, I believe I have finally found the City of Vall. It's right where the books claimed it would be." She came in close to one of the walls. "You can see some remains of what looked to be a home of some sort." She brushed a hand up the corner. "It's made of the same rock as the cavern. No crevices, no cut marks. It must have been carved right out of the rock. Truly incredible."
She wandered the homes, filming every step. For almost five years she'd searched. Most had told her that this city didn't exist, that it had been "swallowed by the earth," never to return. But now she was actually standing in it.
After scanning every home she could find, she went deeper into the cavern. Just past the second row of homes stood another structure. It's top was crafted into a dome that met in a sharp point at the top. Unlike the other buildings, this one was circular, with a single arch-shaped door on the side closest to her.
Once again, she stood in silent fascination. "This… seems to be some sort of temple. How they managed to get a circular wall this perfect I'll never be able to guess."
She walked forward, stepping through the threshold of the door. Her light brilliantly lit the only chamber. Every surface was covered in colorful paintings, taking her breath away. For a moment, she stood and spun slowly, sinking in the pictures. She also noticed a stand at the very center of the circular chamber.
First, she moved to the wall, leaning in close to examine it. "It looks… It looks like the cave drawings of the Sonna Isles, only much more refined. And colored." She slid along. One picture caught her eye. "Here," she said to the camera, sliding a finger over it. It was a painting of a man, but he wasn't human. His skin was purple, he had large hands, and a short tail protruded from his rump. "This is very similar to the artwork in the books taken from North Sonna. The details are very different, though." She looked up. Similar displays, though each with different colors and details, littered the wall. Only a few of the people appeared to be truly human. Theories on these particular drawings baffled archeologists. The popular theory was that they were gods, a mix between man and Pokemon. "This must have been some sort of worship center."
She finally made her way towards the center. A single step led to a raised pedestal. The top was angled, as if something were to be placed there, and had two prongs at the very top that still held a dagger-shaped item. "The priest would have stood here," she explained, completely guessing that she was correct.
Something was on the pedestal. She fingered the edges and one side lifted up. "A book of some kind." There were still decaying fragments of what used to be paper across it. "Perhaps a book of rituals or prayers. The pages are beyond repair."
The knife above it drew her attention. "This may have been a sacrificial knife." Gently, she wrapped her fingers around the hilt. It lifted easily off of its stand. She ran a finger down the blade and across its point. The tip dug into her skin, leaving a thin cut. She gasped and pulled her hand away. A droplet of blood still clung to the knife. "It's still sharp," she said half-amusingly. The knife was replaced, gently, and a bandage applied to her finger.
After getting another ten minutes on film, she retreated back to the entrance. She looked back over the ruins one last time, a sigh escaping her still-smiling lips. Then she was gone, off to report her discovery to her superiors.
Back in the temple, her blood still clung to the stone dagger.
A/N: I've seen this done and decided to give it a try. If you want to create a character or have a character you want represented, send me a name, species, and one major personality trait. I can't promise major roles or even pretty ones, but I'll try to put them in.
