Disclaimer: I don't own pokémon, or the idea of any of the element stories
started by Aliet Faslami. I do own quite a few of the characters. Aliet
Faslami started this a while ago, and yes, I am part of it, as is Shatai.
Please read Aliet FAslami's Fire Element and Shatai's prologue on this
version of the Poké World for more information. Thank you.
Prologue
Zapdos knew that there were plenty of his kind. No need for dangerous thoughts, or any type of danger at all. However, he could feel a strange source of darkness that was slowly reaching out. It was very strange. Zapdos shook his sharp feathery wings, thinking about what had befallen the people of Moltres. There had recently been a deliberate attack on the Fslam; Moltres had not been happy about it. It had ended with a Char sacrificing himself and Moltres' Tool revealing himself.
There was danger. For his people. The Indanka, as they liked to be called. Zapdos could somehow feel it. But who would be this one, who could save the Indanka and protect them from Shietaor? Who could it be? Someone who was always straight in line and followed orders, or was clumsy and comical and always tried to fit in, but never could?
There was an Indanka child like that. There was a prophecy of the Indanka that a child like this would be the savior of their race when Shietaor came to attack them. It was intertwined with the prophecy of the people from each race that would come together to banish Shietaor to the Phantom Realm forever. Zapdos smiled sadly at the thought of how a clumsy comical child could easily be corrupted and become terrible and somber.
Let it never happen. There is enough negative charge in this world. Let there be more positive attitudes. Zapdos shook his head and focused on forward. The child was on his own...
Prologue
Zapdos knew that there were plenty of his kind. No need for dangerous thoughts, or any type of danger at all. However, he could feel a strange source of darkness that was slowly reaching out. It was very strange. Zapdos shook his sharp feathery wings, thinking about what had befallen the people of Moltres. There had recently been a deliberate attack on the Fslam; Moltres had not been happy about it. It had ended with a Char sacrificing himself and Moltres' Tool revealing himself.
There was danger. For his people. The Indanka, as they liked to be called. Zapdos could somehow feel it. But who would be this one, who could save the Indanka and protect them from Shietaor? Who could it be? Someone who was always straight in line and followed orders, or was clumsy and comical and always tried to fit in, but never could?
There was an Indanka child like that. There was a prophecy of the Indanka that a child like this would be the savior of their race when Shietaor came to attack them. It was intertwined with the prophecy of the people from each race that would come together to banish Shietaor to the Phantom Realm forever. Zapdos smiled sadly at the thought of how a clumsy comical child could easily be corrupted and become terrible and somber.
Let it never happen. There is enough negative charge in this world. Let there be more positive attitudes. Zapdos shook his head and focused on forward. The child was on his own...