Chapter one: Raining Human
Running. Forest. Running in a forest. A Mew spoke. His father spoke. Farlu spoke.
"My little son, you are of the Chosen Seven. A human will come, a special human. She will help you to find the Five Soarers: One, the Queen of Ice, atop the Mountain of Freezing… Two, the Mistress of Thunder, in the abandoned Place of Human Lightning… Three, the King of Flames, in the belly of the Mountain of Liquid Fire… Four, the Guardian of the Sea, in the Undercaves… Five, the Lord of the Sky, on the Boulder Mountain… Unite the Soarers, and the Dragons will lead you home…"
The young fugitive Pokémon stirred restlessly then snapped awake. A dream-vision… yes, it had to be. Farlu was long dead. He yawned, baring all his teeth in the process. He stretched out cat-style, then relaxed and flipped his tail out lazily. He looked up at the protective canopy of the trees, and then lowered his head and zoned out, trying to unravel his dream.
His thoughts were interrupted by a surge of strange energy to his left about ten feet away. He glared at it and growled viciously. A Wormhole opened three feet above the ground, and a figure flew out of it. It did not stir when its body came to rest. It was a young human female.
The fugitive growled even deeper and rose to all fours. He stopped growling when he realized the human was either unconscious or dead. He cocked his head in curiosity, for he had never gotten a good look at a human this young. He rose to his full, bipedal height and cautiously walked over to her. Still tense and ready to bolt, he placed a paw-like hand in front of her open mouth. Yes, she was breathing.
His logical mind was now at war with his instincts. All of his experience told him that almost all humans were dangerous, and should never be fully trusted. And yet… a small part of his subconscious mind told him that this human was different. He zoned out again, remembering the dream…
"…A human will come, a special human. She will help you to find the Five Soarers…"
The creature at his feet snapped him out of it. She made a noise that sounded like a cross between a whimper and a groan. Her eyes opened, and looked up at him. She gasped and whispered his human-name…
"Mewtwo?"
Running. Forest. Running in a forest. A Mew spoke. His father spoke. Farlu spoke.
"My little son, you are of the Chosen Seven. A human will come, a special human. She will help you to find the Five Soarers: One, the Queen of Ice, atop the Mountain of Freezing… Two, the Mistress of Thunder, in the abandoned Place of Human Lightning… Three, the King of Flames, in the belly of the Mountain of Liquid Fire… Four, the Guardian of the Sea, in the Undercaves… Five, the Lord of the Sky, on the Boulder Mountain… Unite the Soarers, and the Dragons will lead you home…"
The young fugitive Pokémon stirred restlessly then snapped awake. A dream-vision… yes, it had to be. Farlu was long dead. He yawned, baring all his teeth in the process. He stretched out cat-style, then relaxed and flipped his tail out lazily. He looked up at the protective canopy of the trees, and then lowered his head and zoned out, trying to unravel his dream.
His thoughts were interrupted by a surge of strange energy to his left about ten feet away. He glared at it and growled viciously. A Wormhole opened three feet above the ground, and a figure flew out of it. It did not stir when its body came to rest. It was a young human female.
The fugitive growled even deeper and rose to all fours. He stopped growling when he realized the human was either unconscious or dead. He cocked his head in curiosity, for he had never gotten a good look at a human this young. He rose to his full, bipedal height and cautiously walked over to her. Still tense and ready to bolt, he placed a paw-like hand in front of her open mouth. Yes, she was breathing.
His logical mind was now at war with his instincts. All of his experience told him that almost all humans were dangerous, and should never be fully trusted. And yet… a small part of his subconscious mind told him that this human was different. He zoned out again, remembering the dream…
"…A human will come, a special human. She will help you to find the Five Soarers…"
The creature at his feet snapped him out of it. She made a noise that sounded like a cross between a whimper and a groan. Her eyes opened, and looked up at him. She gasped and whispered his human-name…
"Mewtwo?"