This is a rewritten version of my latest Pokémon fic. I decided that my story was following a storyline that was overly used and was moving at a too fast pace. So, now I am rewriting it so that it is what I wanted. Here is the new prologue…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Pokemon franchise.
CLAIMER: However, I do own my OCs.
Please enjoy, no flames, but I will accept constructive criticism.
Prologue-Goodnight
Darkness fell upon the small town of Pallet once more. Glimmering, silver stars decorated the ebony blanket. The small houses that littered the wide, open green plains were lit by golden lights. A silver, pale moon hung overhead. Life settled into a deep sleep outside of the small town, while life inside was preparing for a nights rest. That was the sight that filled my vision as I sat on the couch, gazing out of the window. The sound of the television filled the living room that I was in, but I was focused on the distant mountains. The desire to visit them filled my heart like a raging river.
"Irina! Bella! Go to bed. It's getting late." My father's voice said.
I jumped out of the chair and groaned; excitement would make sleep difficult. My small hands latched onto the large book, and lifted it off of the couch. I walked over to the rocking chair that was in a corner of the room, and stopped in front of the woman who occupied it. "Mommy." I said in a quiet, squeaky voice.
"Hm?" My mother glanced up at me, waiting for me to continue.
I held up the book to emphasize my point, "Please read this." Considering that I was only four at the time, my vocabulary was very limited.
My mother smiled at me, "You want a bedtime story?" I nodded and moved as she rose from the chair. She carefully removed the book from my small hands and led me up the stairs, down the hallway, and into my bedroom. The room was filled with toys, and everything that a small child that lived in a small town could ask for. We crossed the room so that I could jump onto my bed. My mom sat down on the bed and moved so that I could cuddle with her on my pillow. She opened the book, and began reading the words within. I was entranced by the stories that had been engraved in the paper before. Tales of legendary pokemon that have only appeared during the wee hours of night, and then disappeared never to be seen again until hundreds of years later.
Nearly an hour later, I interrupted my mother to talk, "Wow! 'Dis is so cool! I wanna be a pokiemon trainer!" The enthusiasm in my voice was evident. "'Cause, I can catch all lots and lots of pokiemon!"
My mother laughed, "Of course you can, but I'd like if you waited until you were fifteen first."
"But Mommy!" I whined, "I wanna be a trainer now so I can have cool pokemon like Mew, Lugia, and Nidoqueen!"
My mother's starter was a Nidoran, which she affectionately raised to become a Nidoqueen in her youth, "I know, but being a pokemon trainer is a big responsibility. Just promise me that you'll wait until you're a big girl, and then you can catch all the cool pokemon you want."
"Really?" I asked, feeling the excitement beginning to flare to life once more. But then I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed, "But I'm probly just gonna be another boring trainer…"
My mother paused. She seemed to consider something before speaking again, "You know, you're not like other children," I looked up at her, interested in her words, "you're the only little girl your age that has knowledge of one really rare, one-of-a-kind pokemon."
"I do?" I asked.
She nodded and smiled softly, "Uh-huh. Do you know what that pokemon is?" I remained silent. She giggled, "That pokemon is…"
End of the prologue. It's really short and it's a cliffy. The next chapter should be up soon, so please review…