Author's Notes: 03.11.09
Well, OCs are finally picked!! Yay, no more headaches and frustration!!
First, before anything else, i need to tell all you readers about something. For this fic, I am having the first few (or many) chapters being CICs. What is CIC? Charactor Introduction Chapter. Its a chapter dedicated to a single OC in order to introduce them to the reader, let the reader see his/her personality, show some OC history, and finally show how the legendaries got to the OC. So, most of my chappies for now will be CICs. Hope that's ok with you all !!
In anycase, enjoy this CIC of Pikana's OC. It takes place in the mid 1600s. And Pikana, tell me if anything is wrong, out of place, or i just portrayed her wrong :3
Oh. Also, i'm looking for help for my other fanfic "Pokemon ABC". I just need people to write pokemon one shots. Please, i really need help. Please, check my profile for more details.
Besides that, go check out my main pokemon fanfic, "Belief at Dawn" which is doing a collaboration with the fanfic "Unseen, Unheard, Unfelt" :3
In anycase, please do,
ENJOY!!
Unburned
Celebi giggled happily as she landed on the soft soil just over the hills that surrounded a small, midevil village. No clouds blocked the warm sun as the morning sky appeared from the darkness of dusk. Celebi took a deep breath of the delighting fresh air one could only find back in the old times. How much Celebi had missed tending the flowers here. Since nature was in a nice equilibrium, Celebi didn't have to come, and instead waste her time returning to the same times over and over, like for example, to the time of the Industrial Revolutions, where nature was getting harmed, the air was being filled with filth, and polution was drinking the waters.
A light, tingling sensation itched Celebi's antennas. Something was going wrong in another time, but as much as she needed to go, she restrained herself and set her mind to achieving her goal. Rapidly flapping her wings, Celebi took off to the sky and flew over the small midevil village, scanning the few people walking out and about. Not here…not there…where was she? She had to be here somewhere…
"Is that you?" Celebi giggled happily and flew down into hiding in a Nanab tree, spying on her target closely. It was a small young lady in her late teens, her elbow long ebony hair held back by an orange and black headband floating freely in the fresh breeze as she tended a breaking baby Cherri tree. Using white cloth, she tied the scrawny trunk where it bent, helping it hold up. Celebi laughed, pointing her finger at the Cherri tree to make it swell up and grow, ripping the cloth to show a sturdy young Cherri tree. In surprise and confusion, the girl jumped back, her white dress flowing gracefully after her and her bloody red eyes staring at the tree, a flash of insecurity floating in them. Celebi giggled, watching the girl stand up to clean herself off. She sighed and pushed her hair behind her ear, revealing a rock in her earlobe, a soft feather attached to it that contrasted with the black band around her neck. The sign of womanhood. Celebi was not mistaken.
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"Celebiiii!!"
Sarah Crowcraft turned to look at the green figure flying down at her, the sound of wings beating lightly in the background. It flew around her, causing her to stand still, stunned to see the Pokemon. It finally came to a stop in front of her face, the big blue eyes watching her carefully, as if to examine her. Sarah gulped down a breath of air, watching the Pokemon giggle with happiness.
"Cel! Celebi!" The Pokemon cried joyfully, giving off awkward gestures she couldn't understand. Sarah twisted her lips, trying to make out what the Pokemon was trying to tell her.
"Happy to see me, are you not?" Sarah guess by the Pokemon's joyful gestures and happy tone. It nodded energetically and twirled in circles, causing Sarah to laugh. She examined the Pokemon. Definatly not one she's seen before. The Pokemon put a look of concern on, and put on a face like it was in deep thought.
"Ce!!" the Pokemon finally cried, as if coming to a conclusion, "Celebi!! Cele!!"
The Pokemon grabbed the ripped white cloth on the ground, torn by the unusual swelling tree, and picked it up, twirling around in circles. It then tied the cloth to a bush in the form of an "X".
"X marks the spot…" Sarah spoke quietly to herself, "Meeting me here once more, is it what your heart adores?
"Celebiiii!!!!!!" the Pokemon jumped and clapped with joy, and Sarah took it as she was correct. Sarah giggled, watching the Pokemon twirl and dance.
"At dawn, here shall we meet?"
"Ce!!" The Pokemon nodded, and suddenly fluttered off into the skies, disappearing out of sight. Sarah sigh and pulled out a small book from her cloth bag (she used it to write stories and notes on her wiccan lessons), writing down in ink using a Chatot feather saying that she needed to come to this spot at dawn.
"To make breakfast for the family, shall I go…" Sarah sighed and trotted out of the woods to the midevil village.
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"Sarah! Help out this hurt little Mareep, will you please?" a voice trailed into Sarah's home as she looked up from her little notebook in wonder. Hurrying and grabbing a basket of herbs with her, she marched out the door to find a badly wounded Mareep just outside, its paw swelling badly. Most likely, it was battling again. Without waiting a second, she went through her herbs, bulling out a thorny one that would do the trick.
"Hurting it will be, but safe you are with me," she whispered to her patient and pulled off one of the inch long thorns, carefully pushing it into the Mareep's skin. It whimpered, trying to nudge away, but immediately it stopped, knowing that the poison from the thorn was actually helping it. Sarah sighed in relief, standing up to tidy herself up.
"The swelling will go down in five to six hours," she finally said, watching the boy take the Mareep in his arms and thank her. She smiled warmly and watched him walk away with a smile on.
Seeing a small torn hole in her dress's gray sleeve, Sarah sighed, and decided to head back inside to sew it neatly. The last thing she needed was to have a bad appeal to her visiting fiance, coming over from the other village this afternoon. She's only met the man once, but she had no choice in choosing her love's fate. Duty was duty, and having her family kicked out of the village because she failed to find a husband from the other village wasn't the best thing in the world.
Upon turning around, a loud, fearsome voice rang remotely from her.
"There!! There is the witch I was speaking about!!"
Sarah turned to see what the comotion was all about. Before she could, however, she was seized by the wrists and pulled into a death lock, her neck being chocked on by a large arm. With her head being pulled back painfully, she could see the surprised faces of bystanders, and the broad, angry face of a middle-aged man staring at her, his finger pointing at her with rage.
"Witch?" Sarah breathed out, gasping for air. The man nodded furiously, eyeing the people holding Sarah tightly.
"I tell you, she is using witchcraft right under our noses!!"
"What are you talking about? What do you say? Sir, Witchcraft is not my way!" Sarah denied franticly, shaking her head slowly. The man was not convinced.
"Liar!! Poison is but an evil being of nature, yet you can use it to heal us! Tell me, how is that logic at all? Bloody hell you shall go, evil witch."
"But…"
Sarah didn't get her chance to speak. The next thing she remembered was feeling herself fall under the horrid spell of darkness, pain surging though the back of her neck.
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Through half open eyes, Sarah looked around to see herself in front of a crowd of people, some looking in horror, while others looking with hatred filling their eyes. Sarah felt her head bob around as she was forced to stand, her whole body tied tightly to a large wooden stake on top of a pile of dry wood. She could feel the stake grinding into her spine, but notheless she didn't squirm to break free.
"What…what is this?" she mumbled, but it seemed like noone had heard her voice. A large, masculine man stepped over to stand beside her, facing the large crowd of people with his hands up in the air.
"My people! Look here at this witch among us!" he hollered loudly, "Her witchcraft is but an evil one!! Dead she must be before she uses her powers against us!!"
The crowd cheered and whooped loudly as Sarah's heart sank. She looked to her left and right, and saw her grandmother and mother beside her, unconscious, also tied to wooden stakes. Fear now drowned Sarah as she watched the man hold up a thick stick, fire burning at the tip. This was her death. Her slow and painful death. She would be burned to ashes along with the rest of her beloved family, for absolutely nothing at all.
Sarah coughed and dared herself not to let tears fall. Her heart pumped through her chest, up her throat, and in her ears, blocking away the sounds of men and women cheering with content. The man lowered the stick at the base of the stake, catching the pile of dry wood around her on fire.
Immediately she could feel the heat along her legs and feet. The wood crackled and smoke rised into Sarah's face, suffocating her as she coughed and her eyes watered. She looked over to her mother, still unconscious, and turned to her grandmother, who was just awaking. What had she done to deserve this? What have they all done to anyone? With those questions, Sarah saw her life flash before her, waiting for answers. Her childhood, her friends, the Pokemon and the forest she used to hang around. Her lifetime of wiccan skills, sewing and healing, that were all being burned and ripped to shreds. Sarah could feel it now, the burning of the flames getting nearer, slowly licking away the stake's base. Even though they hadn't touched her, they still shot at her legs painfully, her skin burning and dying to get away. How painful would it be once the fire reached her, and ate away her skin?
Just as she was on the brink of screaming at the pain of her burning shoes, Sarah lifted up her thumping head to catch a glimpse of the evening sky turning purple just over the hills beyond the village. Trees over there swayed gently as a brief wind blew by and stirred them. Sarah's Pokemon friends stood in grief in the clearing before the trees, but only the larger ones, Torterra and Tropius, could Sarah make out. Sarah almost wished she didn't see them. With her gone, she didn't know who would take care of them, or at least treat them like she would.
Over those same hills came, what seemed like, a loud high pitched cry that was almost a bird's scream. With its long, ribbon like tail trailing behind it, a blue bird Pokemon soared over the hills and village, sparkles following close behind. The people watched in awe, before the giant bird dove over them as they ducked, the loud high pitched cry ringing in everyone's ears once more. The bird took a massive turn and now flew toward Sarah, blinding blue light forming at its beak. It shot out a rapid beam of flickering, chilling ice at the fire underneath Sarah, freezing it solid, and all Sarah could think of was that she was finally saved.
The bird cried loudly one more time and used it's sharp talons to cut Sarah loose from the ropes tied around her. Noone dared to make a move and stop Sarah as she removed her burned feet from the ice around her, her heart still beating rapidly. The bird Pokemon knelt down, gesturing for Sarah to get on, and she obeyed, climbing up onto the Pokemon's soft, blue feather-filled back. The people just stared, confused, bemused, and shocked. Taking one last glimpse at the village and people, she was finally taken off the ground, loud wind flapping in her ears as the bird soared through the sky. Sarah smiled joyfully, closing her eyes and letting her ebony black hair flow with the wind.
"Cele!!"
Hurrying and opening her bloody red eyes, Sarah saw the small green Pokemon from earlier that day, quickly flapping it's small wings to keep up with her and the bird Pokemon. Sarah smiled and noticed that the Pokemon was holding a shiney object. It was a small and simple medal hung from a black leather chain. The medal was large and curcular, burning off a light green color, upon it was the imprinted picture of a simple leaf. Sarah looked at its great beauty, wondering what it was and whose was it.
"Cele! Celebi!" The small green Pokemon cried, and swooped the black leather chain over Sarah's head. Sarah adjusted the necklace so it hung neatly from her neck, pulling back her hair from it. The medal shined brightly in the light, giving off that light green color.
"For…me?" Sarah whispered lightly, placing the medal in her palm. It fit perfectly.
"That's right!!"
Sarah almost jumped at the sound of the high pitched little voice coming from the green Pokemon. It giggled, quickly landing on the bird Pokemon's back, in front of Sarah, most likely tired from flying. Sarah stared down at the green Pokemon, still giggling happily.
"Oh, Great One, am I hearing things? The little one is talking, and I can not believe!" Sarah spoke up, letting the medal fall from her hand.
"You aren't hearing things, Ms. Crowcraft," the Pokemon giggled as Sarah jumped at the sound of her name, "You are simply understanding what has been heard a long time ago."
"Understanding what has been heard?" Sarah repeated in question, "Do I now understand your kind's speech?"
"Correct, with the help of that medalion over there," the Pokemon pointed at the medal around Sarah's neck, "I'm Celebi, by the way, and over here is the 17th century Articuno!"
"The pleasure is mine," the blue bird Pokemon spoke up in a sweet, feminine voice, "Oh, here's our stop, dearies!"
"Thank you, Articuno!" Celebi nodded, flapping it's tiny wings to get off Articuno's back. Sarah slowly slid off and looked around. They were merely in a forest's clearing and, underneath them, a patch filled with bright, colorful flowers. Celebi flew in front of Sarah's face and giggled once more.
"We're going off to somewhere for some very important business, alright Ms. Crowcraft?" Celebi smiled, watching Sarah twist her lips in confusion.
"Where is this place you speak of?" she muttered.
"Oh, its not far from here," Celebi giggled, "just four centuries away, that's all."
"Four…centuries?"
"Yup, four centuries! We're traveling to the 21st century!"
"Why, may I ask?" Sarah asked, still confused at the topic. Celebi looked at Sarah in thought, her small finger to her face.
"You are one of our Knights, Ms. Crowcraft!" Celebi finally came to her answer, "You're fate has been decided, and as Knight of the Leaves you must fulfill your duty."
"Knight…of the Leaves?" Sarah looked down and put her medalion in her palm, staring at the imprinted leaf design on it. Celebi nodded, and Sarah looked up at her, confused, bemused, and shocked like the people in the crowd. Knight of the Leaves? What was this? Yet somehow, Sarah knew deep down she understood it. She was chosen as something for the sake of the world. The words "fate" and "duty" put in the same sentence…it only meant that she had a great responsibility to carry.
"Well, Ms. Crowcraft?" Celebi spoke up and brought Sarah to her senses, "Can you do me a favor and close your eyes?"
Sarah nodded and obeyed her, waiting for further orders.
"Now, I want you to think of the happiest memory you have, okay?"
Sarah nodded, and tried to find the happiest moment of her life. It was probably the time when she had healed her first Pokemon patient, the worriness getting washed away by the joy that she had helped someone's life. The joy of helping others with nothing in return. To her, that was true happiness. The feeling one gets when they see smiles on other's faces, and knowing that he has helped enforced that. That was true happiness. Sarah felt like she could fly, could soar in the air, but dared not to open her eyes and look to she if he really was. Her chest felt light and she felt her body floating with joy. In the background, Sarah heard Celebi's giggle echoing in her mind. She felt her body take off, as if propelled by sweet happiness.
Little did the wise Sarah know that she was shifting though four hundred years of time.
*Just so you know, Pikana owns Sarah Crowcraft, and just incase you didn't catch it, she's the Knight of the Leaves, which is the Grass Type :)
