Quickly using Hypnosis on both the Houndour and trainer, I fled, Tarat following obediently.
I left Tarat outside the Pokémon Center, knowing what the reaction would probably be if anyone there saw ME. I headed for the Gym, figuring to hide in the dense foliage outside it.
But I met up with the same trainer along the way, and this time I got a closer look at him. He was tall, with spiky brown hair and clear, yet somehow sinister-looking green eyes. He sneered and grabbed a pokéball.
"This will be a marvelous addition to my collection," he said evilly, and sent his Houndour out to battle me. "And this time I will not lose!" The Houndour looked young, maybe level ten, but I was not much higher. Plus, it-he-had the advantage of being a dual-type against my single-type.
My Master wants me to battle YOU? cried the Houndour.
I suppose so. But I'm not really in the mood for a battle. I'm waiting for a friend. He...was attacked.
That's been happening a lot lately, Houndour agreed. Humans are becoming more and more hostile towards us Shadowed pokémon these days. I was surprised at the expression 'Shadowed' describing a Dark-type.
"Houndour! Use Flamethrower!" his human called. Houndour tried, but all he managed was a weak Ember, which I avoided easily. "Stupid pokémon! I said use FLAMETHROWER, not EMBER, you worthless idiot!"
You don't KNOW Flamethrower, do you, Houndour? I asked in realization.
No. And my name's Doroundo. Do you have a name?
Moonshine. Sorry for this, Doroundo, but I can't allow myself to be captured. I have...I have obligations to a family. I sent out a Hypnosis attack, but it didn't work.
"Houndour, Fissure attack!" said his human, and the Ground-typed attack came at me. I thought I saw fear in Doroundo's eyes, the fear that maybe he'd just sealed the fate of the only pokémon who might've been his friend. But maybe I was imagining things.
It didn't matter. A moment afterwards, I was knocked unconscious.
I awoke in the Pokémon Center, the same one I'd left Tarat outside of. But I felt different. As if something was looming over me, pressing down on me...controlling me.
It's the aftereffect of being captured, I heard a voice say. It'll be gone in a week or so. Or you'll just grow to ignore it. The voice was vaguely familiar.
Doroundo? I said weakly.
Yes, it's me, and another friend of yours. I'm sorry to say my Master captured you. I don't know why, since he hates Shadowed pokémon like us. But that's basically all there is on his team.
Hello, Moonshine. Remember me? It's Tarat, same backwards as front.
I remember you, Tarat. YOU are impossible to forget. Gathering all the strength I had, I slowly stood and jumped from the bed I was lying in.
You shouldn't get up yet, said Doroundo. I'm sorry, but...my attack almost killed you.
You don't have to apologize, Doroundo. Tell me, what time is it?
Time of darkness, Moonshine. Time when the moon glows, like your name. Time of lore and legend. Follow me; I know someone with both to tell. Tarat winked, and we followed him.
Tarat led us down a darkened hallway and out into a sort of courtyard. Standing in the center of the courtyard was a Murkrow, surrounded by dozens of other pokémon.
Tarat. Good to see you again. And DOROUNDO! It's been a while. Who is your partner? asked the Murkrow.
This, said Tarat, is Moonshine. She was caught by Fire-Flinger, Doroundo's Master.
Greetings, Moonshine. I am Yamiko, the Legend-Teller among Shadowed pokémon. I noticed the term 'Shadowed' used yet again. From what I see, you are part of an important legend. Come sit with us, and I shall tell it. I slowly came closer and sat as part of the circle, Tarat and Doroundo on either side of me.
Legend says that there will come a time when darkness is thought of as wrong, or evil, by many of the Shadow-Stealers, Yamiko began.
Shadow-Stealers? I asked.
What the legends call Masters, Trainers, humans, muttered Tarat. I nodded as Yamiko continued.
But there would be born one, a child, outcast to all but her family, with the power to restore what had been destroyed. Her family would be taken from her, never seen again, and she would have only one companion: her pokémon, a Pidgey. Until she saved the life of the one who burned in darkness, aided by the one who shone like the full moon. Then her power would be revealed, the powers of the Glowing One, the one destined to save the fate of Shadowed pokémon. Together with others, the Masters of Darkness, she would put a stop to all hatred of Shadowed pokémon, to all fear of the darkness.
It would be in the final fight that victory was found. Her greatest enemy, a boy named Fire-Flinger, would take the life of her greatest friend, the small, dark one called Moonshine, and the girl, known as the 'Key', would get it back. The powers of Darkness joined with Light would eliminate the hatred. And it would be like the world had started anew.
The girl would meet a strange messenger, one related to Moonshine, who would continually remind her why she was needed. Upon gaining victory, the confined spirit would break free, and all would balance again. Yamiko turned to me. You are the legend's Moonshine. Your human, Fire-Flinger, is bad, little one. Remember that. What YOU need to do is find this human, and others like her, who care enough to realize we aren't all bad after all. Yamiko smiled. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and I was unconscious again.
Waking up for the second time, I realized I was inside a pokéball. HIS pokéball. That boy...the one Yamiko called Fire-Flinger...I wondered what his real name was.
That's when I realized that the whole thing with Yamiko might have been a dream. Or just a hallucination. But then it might have been real. There was really no way to tell.
I waited a while inside the pokéball, until I was suddenly let out and heard his voice, the human's voice, saying "Shadow Ball".
"Jason, that's not fair, you KNOW Shadow Ball is a Ghost attack. WE agreed to only use Dark attacks, remember??" There was another girl there, with a Sneasel out in front of her. I realized I was in a battle.
"I know, Leria, but I couldn't resist!" the human, Jason, said innocently. He tried to get me to attack, but I sat and did nothing. He lost the battle by forfeit, because I only moved when one of the Sneasel's attacks came at me.
Later, Jason punished me for disobeying. He kicked me hard, sending me flying into the trunk of a tree.
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Figured it out yet??? The connection between this series and Keya's Adventures is...I'M NOT TELLING YET. Of course, if you haven't figured it out by now, then you're just weird. ~The Darkness Master
I left Tarat outside the Pokémon Center, knowing what the reaction would probably be if anyone there saw ME. I headed for the Gym, figuring to hide in the dense foliage outside it.
But I met up with the same trainer along the way, and this time I got a closer look at him. He was tall, with spiky brown hair and clear, yet somehow sinister-looking green eyes. He sneered and grabbed a pokéball.
"This will be a marvelous addition to my collection," he said evilly, and sent his Houndour out to battle me. "And this time I will not lose!" The Houndour looked young, maybe level ten, but I was not much higher. Plus, it-he-had the advantage of being a dual-type against my single-type.
My Master wants me to battle YOU? cried the Houndour.
I suppose so. But I'm not really in the mood for a battle. I'm waiting for a friend. He...was attacked.
That's been happening a lot lately, Houndour agreed. Humans are becoming more and more hostile towards us Shadowed pokémon these days. I was surprised at the expression 'Shadowed' describing a Dark-type.
"Houndour! Use Flamethrower!" his human called. Houndour tried, but all he managed was a weak Ember, which I avoided easily. "Stupid pokémon! I said use FLAMETHROWER, not EMBER, you worthless idiot!"
You don't KNOW Flamethrower, do you, Houndour? I asked in realization.
No. And my name's Doroundo. Do you have a name?
Moonshine. Sorry for this, Doroundo, but I can't allow myself to be captured. I have...I have obligations to a family. I sent out a Hypnosis attack, but it didn't work.
"Houndour, Fissure attack!" said his human, and the Ground-typed attack came at me. I thought I saw fear in Doroundo's eyes, the fear that maybe he'd just sealed the fate of the only pokémon who might've been his friend. But maybe I was imagining things.
It didn't matter. A moment afterwards, I was knocked unconscious.
I awoke in the Pokémon Center, the same one I'd left Tarat outside of. But I felt different. As if something was looming over me, pressing down on me...controlling me.
It's the aftereffect of being captured, I heard a voice say. It'll be gone in a week or so. Or you'll just grow to ignore it. The voice was vaguely familiar.
Doroundo? I said weakly.
Yes, it's me, and another friend of yours. I'm sorry to say my Master captured you. I don't know why, since he hates Shadowed pokémon like us. But that's basically all there is on his team.
Hello, Moonshine. Remember me? It's Tarat, same backwards as front.
I remember you, Tarat. YOU are impossible to forget. Gathering all the strength I had, I slowly stood and jumped from the bed I was lying in.
You shouldn't get up yet, said Doroundo. I'm sorry, but...my attack almost killed you.
You don't have to apologize, Doroundo. Tell me, what time is it?
Time of darkness, Moonshine. Time when the moon glows, like your name. Time of lore and legend. Follow me; I know someone with both to tell. Tarat winked, and we followed him.
Tarat led us down a darkened hallway and out into a sort of courtyard. Standing in the center of the courtyard was a Murkrow, surrounded by dozens of other pokémon.
Tarat. Good to see you again. And DOROUNDO! It's been a while. Who is your partner? asked the Murkrow.
This, said Tarat, is Moonshine. She was caught by Fire-Flinger, Doroundo's Master.
Greetings, Moonshine. I am Yamiko, the Legend-Teller among Shadowed pokémon. I noticed the term 'Shadowed' used yet again. From what I see, you are part of an important legend. Come sit with us, and I shall tell it. I slowly came closer and sat as part of the circle, Tarat and Doroundo on either side of me.
Legend says that there will come a time when darkness is thought of as wrong, or evil, by many of the Shadow-Stealers, Yamiko began.
Shadow-Stealers? I asked.
What the legends call Masters, Trainers, humans, muttered Tarat. I nodded as Yamiko continued.
But there would be born one, a child, outcast to all but her family, with the power to restore what had been destroyed. Her family would be taken from her, never seen again, and she would have only one companion: her pokémon, a Pidgey. Until she saved the life of the one who burned in darkness, aided by the one who shone like the full moon. Then her power would be revealed, the powers of the Glowing One, the one destined to save the fate of Shadowed pokémon. Together with others, the Masters of Darkness, she would put a stop to all hatred of Shadowed pokémon, to all fear of the darkness.
It would be in the final fight that victory was found. Her greatest enemy, a boy named Fire-Flinger, would take the life of her greatest friend, the small, dark one called Moonshine, and the girl, known as the 'Key', would get it back. The powers of Darkness joined with Light would eliminate the hatred. And it would be like the world had started anew.
The girl would meet a strange messenger, one related to Moonshine, who would continually remind her why she was needed. Upon gaining victory, the confined spirit would break free, and all would balance again. Yamiko turned to me. You are the legend's Moonshine. Your human, Fire-Flinger, is bad, little one. Remember that. What YOU need to do is find this human, and others like her, who care enough to realize we aren't all bad after all. Yamiko smiled. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and I was unconscious again.
Waking up for the second time, I realized I was inside a pokéball. HIS pokéball. That boy...the one Yamiko called Fire-Flinger...I wondered what his real name was.
That's when I realized that the whole thing with Yamiko might have been a dream. Or just a hallucination. But then it might have been real. There was really no way to tell.
I waited a while inside the pokéball, until I was suddenly let out and heard his voice, the human's voice, saying "Shadow Ball".
"Jason, that's not fair, you KNOW Shadow Ball is a Ghost attack. WE agreed to only use Dark attacks, remember??" There was another girl there, with a Sneasel out in front of her. I realized I was in a battle.
"I know, Leria, but I couldn't resist!" the human, Jason, said innocently. He tried to get me to attack, but I sat and did nothing. He lost the battle by forfeit, because I only moved when one of the Sneasel's attacks came at me.
Later, Jason punished me for disobeying. He kicked me hard, sending me flying into the trunk of a tree.
~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~
Figured it out yet??? The connection between this series and Keya's Adventures is...I'M NOT TELLING YET. Of course, if you haven't figured it out by now, then you're just weird. ~The Darkness Master