Hi! As I am writing this, I am also writing another fanfic called "Four Swords Plus: Elements and Prophecies", so you should also go check it out if you have any time. This I also wrote ahead of time, but it starts much better than Four Swords.
Anyway, I won't be updating this one as much as the other one(s) that I am working on. So, bear with me. Enjoy this new story that I came up with when I was daydreaming in the middle of class because our school is a complete joke!
Prologue: The Legend Begins
Quick footsteps could be heard over the pitter patter of the pouring rain if one got close enough to its owner. Its path quickly changed as angry wild spearow got close to it. The small yellow mouse like creature made sharp turns and quick sprints to a safe spot from the harsh weather and its attackers.
The small Pokémon found a tree as it was running, it's blue eyes scanning the tree for any wild pokémon that could be hiding in the tree. When not a single pokemon was found, it climbed into a large hole in its trunk and shut it with a few fallen leaves it picked up.
The small Pokémon put its ear close to the leaves covering the opening to her newly created hideaway. All she could hear was the loud noise of rain pouring from the skies and the crashing of thunder hitting the ground. The poor pokemon rested its head, sighing in relief.
When it noticed a small light hitting its naturally carved tail, she looked up to where it was coming from. It was a tiny hole in the tree trunk, and all it could see through the hole was the moon. The pokemon swore it could see a face...
The face of her previous trainer looking down at her disapprovingly.
This image made the Pokémon cry again, the fifth time today. Its perfect oceanic blue eyes glistened and the pokemon's vision blurred from the forming tears. Soon enough, the tears begin to run down the sad pokemon's cheeks. The same cheeks that had stored so much electricity for power. Yes, those same red cheeks that shocked any opponent to an instant KO.
The poor Pokémon laid down on the soft mud, trying to get comfortable. It hadn't slept until now, and whenever it tried a wild pokemon or multiple wild pokemon would chase after it for entering their territory. Its weary eyes began to flutter shut softly, letting it enter the world of her own subconscious.
Once its eyes shut, there was no return to its consciousness until the break of dawn or maybe later. The pouring of rain slowly softened, and the thunder had no longer crashed. All that was heard were the sounds of Pokémon's music and the soft sounds drizzling rain.
Wow, the prologue was short. Sorry about that.
Anyways, what happened to this poor, abandoned Pokémon? Why was it abandoned? Why is it being chased by other Pokémon? Find out in the next chapter, which I will be so kind as to post today!
So, for now, I must bid you adieu!
~V-fanfics