The word count is now 1,961. I haven't written this long in my entire life! (Other people have written ten thousand words a chapter, so the author is now a dimwit, plus a ditz, and a weirdo. And a nut job. Her day can't get any worse. But then again, the world's unfair to the author, so...whatever.)
I've merged the plot with "Frozen". It's a pretty nice plot. (See, she's not even creative, let alone experimental.) well anyway, I'm mixing it with my own plot. (So if you haven't noticed in this chapter, you might be more of a nut job that the author. Which she highly doubts.)
I don't own Pokemon. Except I would've if it was all about Magikarp. Derp. :D
seven days ago
The five year old fox lets out innocent yelps, and offers a warm smile to the overwhelming darkness the opening displays. She can sense the beast living in that cave, but only thinks the monster is a timid soon-to-be-friend.
"Come out and play with me!" She invites rather excitedly, skipping around in a circle.
The elder among the two sisters crouches down slightly, avoiding the eyes of a thousand pokemon, as feeling their proud smiles for having a queen is enough to torment and make her more self-conscious. She tries to conceal her fear, the dread that keeps tearing away her sanity, for she knows the outcome.
No one else, within a thousand miles, does not. On their behalf, their ignorance for such result only makes the fear grow stronger.
She could hear the ground shake, but the fennec mistakens it for a whimper. "It's okay, I'm not a monster! I'm a good friend!"
She continues to leap in a circle, gazing intently at her puffy tail.
She keeps her eyes on the ground, water clinging unto her eyes. She tugs at the silk fabric that conceals her face, overshadowing her features with the hood that she hastily tightens onto her head and chin, as she believes that she has one under her snout. She wants to finish this nonsense, a possible letter short to chaos.
She walks alongside the two emotionless riolus that stand on all fours like a dog (whatever the heck a "dog" is), half of her pitying the training they take, most of her being undoubtedly nervous.
She shakes her head vigorously, as she begins to tremble furiously, as if a survivor of a hailstorm.
A strong gust blows her away slightly, giggling at what she thinks is an effort of her new friend to play. "Yay! We're best friends now! What's your name, best friend?" She shouts in the whirlwinds, stumbling on the ground as the heavy pangs of air push her roughly. She is oblivious of such, so she merely keeps laughing hard and clingong unto the ground.
"Yveltal," the darkness suddenly speaks up, in a light yet rough voice. "Go away."
An abnormally large wing gets into the light, claws at its end outstretched, as if ready to grab something.
"C'mon, Yveltal, let's go outside!" She ignores, pulling its wing with its small - yet overwhelmingly sharp - fangs.
The blackness of the cave shakes slightly, shards of pebbles shakily falling down, like a landslide.
The delphox looks unsure now, unconvinced and fearful. She instinctively pulls her hood down more, almost unable to breathe as it strangles her neck. She dismisses it as a minor nuissance. Better to hear, worse to look. She thinks without a breath.
She looks up at the clear blue skies, sun beaming down at her, and she includes it with the confident smiles of the townspeople. It gives her a severe headache, almost like a hangover.
"I said GO AWAY!" The voice alters to a god like one, except with a hint of a teenager's voice. The raining of pebbles apparently disappeared, replaced by gigantic boulders and neutrally sized rocks. Fokko - whose real name is Mafoxy - still cackles at this, as she releases her grip from the ground, landing on a trunk on her back. Her cackles turn to sharp screams, as her spine aches more than having a leg dysfunction by a rock; in general it's just bad. They turn to weeps, eyes closed as she hears large stomps.
"Yveltal, we're supposed to play...why..." the drops of saltwater from her eyes make the ground wet, the it's-raining-on-the-ground kind of wet. "Why do you hate me..."
"Why don't you like friends..."
"Because friends are pathetic! Trusting...it's worthless. Stupid! Strength is meant for one, not to be shared. Everything has to be fought over! And I don't expect you to understand - you!? You are just a dumb, stupid child who believes this existence. And I don't expect that you'd understand that love is WORSE!"
Fokko opens her eyes slightly, shaking her head, as she begins to whimper, a tried conversation. "Love...it's the best treatment...especially for you..." She suddenly burst out. "You just...hate..." She shouts out the last word, snorting out massive streams of flames. Instead of the action stopping the creature, the wing only adds two talons, another wing, and a painful gaze from two blue eyes on a beak.
Mafoxy grits her teeth, fangs getting chipped off slowly as she tries to contain the fear, dread and most importantly - the anger. "Stupid, stupid...me." She mutters too silently that it's simply a mix of words that trip on her tongue. The water on her eyes finally falls on the floor, as she begins to sob. "Stupid...d-dumb...m-m-me..." She stutters, jerking her head away from the riolu guards' gaze. Apparently, she is too late, as a riolu begins to stand up. (For a moment, she forgot their ability to sense the emotions.)
"Princess? Is something wrong?" He speaks in a child like voice, the steeled up face now replaced with a wry frown and furrowed brows that bring his eyes to a worried look. "Did you get hurt?"
"No. It's...fine." She wipes off the saltwater that now cling unto the corners of her eyes, unable to lift up the upside down frown on her face and the sorrowful eyes.
"Oh, okay then, ma'am."
She puts her hand to her chest, as she proceeds to the giddy yet aloofly lazy look from the quagsire who stands at the high stage, a pikachu holding up a scarlet pillow that holds a crown and other regalia effortlessly, as if it doesn't make his arms and legs tremble. (She doesn't mind anymore. All the other subjects liked to be emotionless, and as many times she'd scolded them to be who they want, they continue their robot faces.)
"Finally, you understand. Yes, child, I do hate. And I'll make you hate too!" He roars, boulders from the cave rolling out towards her. She tries to get up with one paw, as the others are in pain, the pain from her spine spreading. But the evil quetzal grabs her quickly, squeezing her harshly. Fokko screams once more, but this only adds to the strength of Yveltal's grip. "YOU'LL BE SORRY FOR EVER BELIEVING IN 'FRIENDSHIP!'" he bellows, black pulses appearing at the outline of his wings. She cries loudly, as the pulses go to her body.
Her lungs breathe faster as she feels her chest burn somewhat. She shakes her head, much to her chagrin. She can't handle much of this, as she feels herself steeling up, as the dark aura outlines her body. Her eyes look intense, as they grow darker crimson from bright amber. Her teeth suddenly grow sharper, and her paws feel sturdier. As the burst of strength hits her, she closes her eyes, only remembering a massive thud after that.
Mafoxy purses her lips, hiding her distress. The walk feels like more than an hour, and she notices that she is just halfway through to that stage. She still senses the huge smiles that only give her fear, calming herself as she thinks that looking is worse than hearing. She notes to herself not to look.
The Braixen wakes up with widened blood red eyes, her surroundings slowly materializing. She finds herself sprawled on a soft bed, blanket tucking the bed instead of her body. She puts a paw to her chest, her heart feeling like a rock that roll back and forth as it pumps at a fast rate. She finds that everything is swirls of a dark tone of purple and black, voids making scattered books and canvases float.
She jumps off the bed, eyeing the curtains which she aggressively pulls out of stress and small curiosity. She notices that the sky is completely black, with no white or even grey clouds roaming the skies. Only few stars twinkle, and their light is only a dim grey. Her gaze averts to the castle garden, which is only consistent of shrubs that look like mazes from a bird's eye view. Tall bushes and plants surround the whole area of the field, some small flowers sprouting from the ground. She notices a frog-like creature look up, almost as if he is eyeing her. An otter with two shells on waist speaks something she cannot hear, as he looks up as well. That's perfectly normal, in her eyes.
Wait - a frogadier? And a dewott? Here? In the castle?
She rubs her eyes, and they still remain as two blue specks. Huh. She places a tender paw upon the window, to wave at them, but the chances of them waving back is zero.
But the frog does, smiling brightly at her. The dewott seems to discourage him, as he flails his arms at him. She lightly giggles, as she blinks at him, exchanging another smile.
They're just acquaintances though. She doesn't believe in friends.
She notices the edges of the window are filled with dark pulses, which come from her paws. She quickly withdraws it, closing the windows curtly.
"Teruna." She jumps shocked, as she sees a serperior glare at her with those cold hearted eyes. "Father," she bows at him, plucking part of her fur and backing her right leg behind her left. She interlaces her paws, still staring at the dark aura of the ground. (Her nicknames go in rotation whenever she evolves, which she finds weird.) "it's...getting worse."
The snake nods. "Yes, I've noticed that. Which is why I need to give this." He shows a c-shaped wing, with colors of lavender, red violet and sandy yellow. A whole near the edge of the wing is punctured, as a chain inserts itself through it. A pendant. "Your mother and I will be out for three weeks. This lunar wing contains the power of the cresselia in the neighboring village. It should help you stop your powers from leaking." he says in a serious tone.
"Even the gloves?" She gives a questioning look, raising her head at him.
"Yes, even the gloves."
She takes the charm and places it on her neck, feeling a brighter aura envelop her. It doesn't overwhelm the dark one though.
The delphox remembers something, as she worriedly places her paw on her neck. She doesn't feel anything. She moves her other paw to the one on her neck, her laws are just bare. Her eyes widen. But she can't do anything now, as she's already stepped unto the stage. She tries to hold in a gasp.
The quagsire speaks about a different topic, not noticing her surprised gaze. "Princess," he mutters, nudging his arm to something invisible, to point at the pillow. "Go ahead."
She nods nervously, letting out a sigh. She holds the crown with trembling hands, and washes her frown into a neutral look, as she closes her eyes and places it on her head.
"The new heir to the throne, our new queen!" She hears her sister shout happily.
She hears cheers and roars, signaling that her assumptions are wrong. She sighs, smiling.
But she forgets to remove her grip on the regalia, and she lets out a wince as she forgets to not look as well.
She hears sighs and muffled voices and whispers. Her frown quickly dissipates the smile.
Her parents never returned.
Assumptions. They're too correct to not be true, huh?
