Welcome ladies and gentlemen to this disaster fueled by nostalgia. Hope you enjoy your stay.
PMD Explorers of Sky belongs to Spike Chunsoft.
Thunder clapped in the pitch darkness, as if to mark each strike their attacker dealt. The pain of the attacker's claws running through her body did nothing to help, shooting through every inch of her being, as if clawing at her very soul:
- Whoa!- her partner exclaimed - a-are you okay?
She wanted to nod, she really did. She wanted to scream and trash at her attacker to be freed, to let her go, but they paid no mind, and the pain was making her light-headed:
- W-wait- her partner stuttered- hold on, we're almost there. But the grip she had was slipping, like water running from the gaps of one's hand, she couldn't whistand this any longer:
- No! – her partner cried – You can do it! Don't let go! But it was too late. With a well-placed strike, her grip was torn apart, leaving her to the mercy of the storm and the cries of her partner.
She was woken up by the soft smell of seawater and the gentle rocking of the waves. The bright summer sun touched her skin and warmed the sand around her. Although the scenery was very much peaceful, the pain taking over her body didn't show any signs of subsiding.
Where...where am I?
She tried to get up, but as soon as she did, her whole body protested and gave away, leaving her collapsed on the beach sand once again.
I can't... drifting off...
And, against all of the alarms ringing in the back of her head, she slowly closed her eyes and gave in to unconsciousness once again.
The evening sun was setting behind the gigantic guild by the cliffside, whose entrance was already being illuminated by torches, giving it an intimidating aura. A small, wolf-like creature was pacing thoughtfully at the entrance, muttering to no one in particular, when he suddenly stopped and looked at the entrance with a determined expression:
- No- he declared- I will not hesitate this time.
He strode forward confidently, but as soon as he stepped on the grate:
- Pokémon detected! Pokémon detected!
- Whose footprint? Whose footprint?
- The footprint's Riolu's! The footprint's Riolu's!
- Wha-!
The Riolu exclaimed, immediately stepping back, away from the grate:
- Th-That was scary! – he stuttered
He sighed, defeated and turned his back to the entrance, taking out a mysterious stone from his bag and looking at it sadly:
- I was so sure I could do it this time... I even brought my personal treasure with me to cheer me up... – he lamented- I really am a coward...
He put the stone back in his bag and left, not noticing the two other creatures watching him. One was a small blue bat with purple wings and the other was a weird gas-like being:
- Did you see that, Koffing? – the bat addressed the gaseous creature
- Sure did, Zubat. – Koffing responded – Think it's a treasure?
- Only one way to find out.
The two nodded to each other, and continued to follow the oblivious Riolu.
The beach near the guild was painted in a soft hue of orange that reflected on the clear ocean water. At the rocky structures, crabs were playfully blowing bubbles that filled the horizon, giving the beach an even more stunning scenery. The Riolu walked slowly across the beach, looking at the marvelous scene before him, stunned at it's sheer beauty:
- When evening comes, the Krabby like to blow bubbles by the beach. – he muttered to no one in particular- Whenever I feel down, I come here. This never fails to cheer me up.
At the corner of his eye, however, he noticed a glimpse of yellow that didn't belong to the orange-yellow sand:
-Hm?
The Riolu walked closer to the mass of electric yellow fur and, after taking a better look, exclaimed in surprise:
- There's someone collapsed on the sand!
He ran closer to the other Pokémon, kneeling down by it's side and shaking it frantically:
- H-Hey, wake up! – he pleaded
Soon after, the Pokémon groaned and slowly got up, drowsiness and confusion clear in it's small black eyes.
Where am I?
- Oh, you're awake. I'm glad. – the Riolu sighed – I found you collapsed here and freaked out. Well, I'm happy you're okay.
The Pokémon looked at him curiously:
- By the way, do you remember where are you from? There's not a lot of Pokémon like you around here...
- I'm...hu...man...- the Pokémon said, looking rather offended
He did a double take:
- What!? Human!? – he exclaimed- But... You look like a normal Pikachu to me...
It was now her time to do a double take: Pikachu? Last she remembered, she was very much human. She leaned over the sea water and, even with the constant rocking of the waves, the image of a Pikachu looked back at her.
It's true, I am a Pikachu!
In the midst of her own panic, she didn't notice the Riolu looking uneasy at her:
- Hey, are you lying to me? – he asked
She looked at him, confused:
- How can I tell you're not pulling a prank on me?- he continued
She frowned:
- ... Not... lying...- she stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world
- Well, one can only be sure! – the Riolu defended – Do you remember your name? At least tell me that.
My name? She thought. My name is...
Before continuing, I must warn that this story will not be exactly the same as the game for two reasons:
1. It's a novelization, so some elements from the games wouldn't be able to fit in this format of storytelling:
2. I want to write it using as little references as possible. This is a personal project, after all, and it wouldn't make sense to read a fanfiction that is excactly like the games.
With that said, thank you for your patience and I hope to see you next chapter.