(Author's Note: This story is the sequel to 'Gardevoir, My Angel' which can be found on my profile. It is a direct continuation of that story, so it is highly recommended you read that first, before you read 'Gallade, My Brother.'
This story is rated M for Graphic content, Blood/Gore, Dark/Suggestive themes, and strong language.
The following is a prologue and takes place almost one month after the events in 'Gardevoir, My Angel')
-Unknown Hotel, Unknown City, Unknown Region, Unknown POV, 3:15 AM-
Ugh, I'm tired.
I don't suppose you care, do you? You probably won't even read this, 'cas chances are I'll just trash the paper later.
…
I'm sorry. My brother woke me up at three in the morning, laughing his cute (but annoying) three year old laugh of his.
Sigh.
Let's try this again.
My name is Amber. Amber Thompson. A bit tall for my fourteen years of age at 5' 2," but I won't complain. Everyone tells me I look much too mature for my age, but that I "act like I was raised by Monferno." My eyes, naturally, are a deep amber.
Why the hell am I even writing this?
'Cas I feel like it. Not that that's the usual for me. Never written much before in my life. Hardly touched journals, pushed away diaries. I don't like writing about my past. The less said about that, the better.
Will, the little tyke, he's grunting in his sleep again. I feel a sense of need to protect him, though I'm sure my mother can do that just fine. She's a strong trainer, after all.
Her name, you ask? No. I won't give you that. I don't like the gaping stares, the astonished expressions of disbelief.
Wow, that sounded stupid. Way, way too formal.
Anyway… What to talk… Ok, write about?
I was having a pretty cool dream, I suppose, before my dear brother had to go and snap me awake. It had taken place in a vast throne room, with grand walls spirling in a multitude of ever changing colors. I was standing on the smooth stone floor, facing a royal throne. Upon the seat, which was fashioned more like a love seat than a throne, was a small pink pokemon. I can't remember it's name, though I'm sure it's been mentioned before in school.
It faced a boy. Not a bad looking boy either, mind you. He stood about 5' 8," with a heap of unruly black hair and shocking emerald green eyes.
I know what you're thinking. No, I wasn't enjoying his appearance! He's gross, I swear.
Shut up. My Story.
Where was I? Oh yeah. The boy radiated a kind of quiet power, as if he'd been told every part of his destiny and knew that he wouldn't survive it. He seemed troubled, asking the pokemon different questions as if he could understand it.
Why (besides his looks) did I consider the dream cool?
Simple. I never dream. At least, not ones that I can remember even a hint of. So that's definitely a difference. Alright, what else should I tell you non-existent readers about?
My location, I guess: I'm in a hotel in Lumiose City, where my mother is meeting Diantha, the Champion of Kalos, at a request from her boss.
Yeah, I kinda dumped that on you, didn't I? You're still not getting her name. The point is, mom couldn't find anyone to babysit myself and Will, so she brought us from our small abode in Santalune City to this amazing hotel here in Lumiose.
You're probably wondering why my dad couldn't just watch us, right?
I said I wouldn't talk much about my past, and I'm sticking to that. But I'll say one thing: I've no idea where my dad is. I'll give some info on him, in case you pretend readers might be able to find him.
He disappeared over two years ago. He was a pokemon ranger in Kalos, one of the best. The Ranger Union was and still is dumbfounded. They tracked his styler to chargestone cave, where it was found next to his Partner Pokemon Turtwig, severely injured but alive.
Noone's seen him since.
Anything else? Oh, yeah. At the time I was supposed to get my first Pokemon, Professor Sycamore was out of starters. Not that I wanted any of them, anyway. I asked the Ranger Union to let me keep dad's Turtwig, and they said yes. She loves playing with me, but she hates her pokeball. Not that we do much battling, since I haven't left on my journey quite yet, but she won't even let me put her in the ball for emergencies. The thought makes me nervous, but delighted that she has some spunk as well. Reminds me of me.
Alright, enough is enough. I can hear my mom getting up in the other room. She always gets up early. I gotta stop now, before she sees me and asks why I keep throwing out the journals she gets me.
Perhaps I'll do this again, who knows. Buh-bye!
Without love, trust, or any sort of knowledge that you're reading this,
-Amber
(Author's Note: Hello, ladies and gentlemen! Here it is, the (hopefully not) long awaited start of the sequel to 'Gardevoir, My Angel.' : 'Gallade, My Brother'! This prologue introduces the new protagonist, Amber, as well as some important plot work. I'm not writing these in advance, so even I don't know how this story will turn out. Leave your comments and concerns in the form of a review, and I'll try to get back to you ASAP!
Good, luck, happy reading and writing! -Orthros)
