When the Sun hits the Cloud

A Pokemon Fanfiction

All of Pokemon belong to Game Freak. I do not own any of it.

Sorry I haven't been active at all for quite some time. A lot of things have happened over the years, and life has taken me new directions. But now I'm hoping to make a comeback, and write again for everyone's enjoyment! I recently thought up the idea for this fanfiction, and a special someone in my life encouraged me to go through with it, so here I am! I hope you enjoy my second fanfiction!

CRASH!

The fury of lightning hit the ground, setting the resting foliage aflame. Rain pounded into the mud. It was like the whole world was cloaked in this dark, angry blanket. The wind pulled and pried at anything and everything, tossing innocent bystanders aside as if they were nothing. No one expected this kind of rage from nature, even the ones who had claimed to see it all in this wild and unpredictable planet. Then again, isn't this how it goes? Life throwing surprises at you when you least expect it?

Because life sure as hell pelted me with a few.

I raise my arm to shield my face from the freezing rain, the electric fury blinding me every few seconds that passed. My feet felt heavy…legs weighing as much as iron. It was almost as if I were moving in slow motion. After what felt like hours of trudging through the mud, I finally saw them, way out in the distance…always out of reach. No matter how fast I tried to move, it was always the same.

There they were, the only other people out here in these vast hills and plains. They decided that the birthday party should take place in a nice, open area with plenty of room to run and play…but little did they know that their choice was the wrong one. How I wish I could warn them…somehow…someway.

I reach out to them, my arm nearly being stabbed by the unforgiving rain. I ignore the pain as I run, droplets flying all around me as my heavy legs beat on the mud. I try to yell, to scream…anything, but little noise came out. Even if my voice did have weight, there was no way they could hear me over this nightmarish atmosphere. I can feel myself suffocating…my muscles tensing up as I watch the horror unfold before me once again.

A terrifying tornado rips across the grass...anything in its path being torn to shreds and thrown around without any mercy…holy shit, why is this happening…

As the tornado finds its way towards the party, a group of Pokemon approaches and surrounds them. The bastards…I could only watch as the impending doom fell upon those who were closest to me, my heart falling into my stomach. My vision becomes blurry with tears, eyes suddenly on fire. Ironic, as the image was burned into them forever. The Pokemon offered no escape from their fate, the twisted creatures purposely trapping them in vengeance for ruining their land.

It was too late…my heavy legs give out as the wind engulfed them, paper and confetti flying everywhere. I couldn't see where they went exactly…but I saw some sort of glowing light coming from within the raging deathtrap…if only for a second. My vision finally gets the better of me as the whole world starts fading to black. The horror and sorrow rips into my skin, the pain finding its way into my heart. How could this have happened? Why wasn't I here sooner?

They were all gone…

Those Pokemon responsible would pay…they would all pay.

Right before my surroundings faded away, I could have sworn I saw a dark figure flying in the sky…a figure with giant, imposing wings.

And then, there was darkness.

I woke up in a cold sweat, my hands indistinctively gripping the blanket for dear life. I quickly glance around my room. No rain, no tornadoes, no dark figures. Another nightmare, it seems.

"Again…? I really need to get ahold of myself…" I thought. The same nightmare kept plaguing my mind multiple times a week. Sometimes I wouldn't even be able to sleep…moving on isn't always the easiest thing in the world.

I flung my legs over the bed, my toes just barely grazing the cold wood. I found my hands in my face, trying desperately to massage the stress from within. Not a whole lot it can do, but I might as well try.

My violet eyes take in my now normal surroundings through a curtain of blonde hair. Half-drawn papers litter the small room, the trashcan seeing better days. My desk suffering the same fate, it occupied the space under my window in order to catch the natural light; sometimes you just want a little bit of sunshine. An open laptop sat upon the desk for all my needs pertaining to the outside world, but I honestly prefer my own.

Sketches upon sketches occupied a corner, making me look a little on the crazy side…but I just enjoy being able to see my work in plain view. None of that fancy portfolio and filing crap. As you can tell by now, I am an artist. I've had a natural affinity to drawing since I was young, and upon each and every day, I find myself putting a pencil on paper at least once. Especially since…since…

…that day.

My family was taken away from me only a few years ago…but it still feels like yesterday. There were no bodies, no evidence…only nothingness. What I saw on that day provides strong proof that they had died, but people are skeptical. One minute there, the next…gone. No one knows what really happened except me, and my mind likes to remind me of that over and over, like a broken record.

Those damn Pokemon lashed out at them, all for setting up the birthday party on their territory. I'm sure of it…there was no other reason for them to surround them and create a wall, preventing them from escaping. I know what I saw, and what I saw was murder.

My little brother had just turned 9…what kind of monster would want to kill a kid like that…? And my parents, I know sometimes they can be a bit harsh, but they were nice people. They treated Pokemon with kindness and look where it got them. We never should have trusted them…

Both of my parents were photographers. They were always going out on trips to find the next big Pokemon to take photos of, and the townspeople seemed to love the results. Somehow, my parents tended to find the perfect angle, the perfect light, every time. Their pictures were famous all around the region. It was honestly rare to find a magazine that didn't have at least one of their works in it. Not only were their skills incredible, but their love for Pokemon was nothing to scoff at either…and it was obvious.

And my brother…he was a little troublemaker, but his heart was always in the right place. That I can say for sure. Many times over did we have to make room for some injured Pokemon he brought in from the wilderness, insisting we nurse it back to health…but my parents never turned them away. That boy may have been scattered, but his future was bright.

As for me, I skipped out on becoming a trainer and devoted my time to drawing Pokemon instead of battling them. I may not have gotten the photogenic gene, but art was as natural as breathing to me. I remember drawing each and every Pokemon we had taken in, my heart going out to them, wishing them happiness.

So then…why? Why did it all have to fall apart?

"Loreena! I made breakfast!"

It was my grandmother, the only family I had left here. "Coming!" I responded.

Feet hit the floor as I hurried downstairs to greet the smell of grandma's cooking. The sun cast its rays into the curtained window, making the room a calming, soft yellow hue. I cast my troubled thoughts aside, if only for a few minutes, to smile at my only family left, effectively greeting her.

My name is Loreena Lyvian, and this is my story.

A short first chapter, to kind of introduce what is going on at the moment. I'm also trying out a different perspective when it comes to telling the story.

Let me know what you guys think! Hopefully more chapters later this week!