1 Brother, My Brother Prologue
After Ash wins the Johto League, but during the same year, on a small island on the end of the Orange Archipelago named Rookery…
A small, black haired, purple-eyed boy of about three years old sits in a large field of short grass, a forest behind him, his mother, who was about 25 with black hair and brown eyes, lying on a lawn chair also behind him, reading. The boy is playing with small pokemon figures, specifically Dragonite, Gengar, Machamp, Alazazam, and a Mew designed off the Ancient Mew card. His head suddenly snaps up to the sky, and his mother asks concerned, "What's wrong, Honey?"
The boy turns to his mother and, in a deadly serious tone completely unnatural for a boy his age, responds, "Storm's coming, Mommy."
The mother, understandably unsettled by her son's behavior, breaks out in a rash of sweatdrops. Nervously, she looks up and around at the perfect, blue sky. With her 7 years experience on the Islands, she had learned how to spot storms, yet there wasn't even a cloud in sight on this beautiful afternoon. She frowns, knowing that her son had the uncanny ability to predict danger, such as storms. He had even predicted that freak weather change over a year before with his very first sentence. But seeing no reason to suspect a storm, she tried to change her son's serious out look saying in a pacifying and condescending tone, "No, Honey. See," she pointed up and the boy looked, "There aren't any clouds in sight, I'm sure there won't be a storm today."
The boy looked back at his mother, smiling, "Okay, Mommy." And he returned to his toys with a laugh…
Later that night…
The mother cursed loudly, the storm had come up from nowhere and was now raging around her. She grabbed her book and chair, then turned to get her son, only to find nothing. Panicked, she began to call his name, but it was in vain. Soon a group of men on large, winged forms, dragonites, landed near her and call for her to get on. She shook her head frantically and stuttered out what had happened. In a well-trained fashion, one pair of dragonite and rider grabbed her and, before she could come out of her shock, injected her with a small syringe. She collapsed and the man placed her gently on the back of his dragonite and took off with her toward the nearest shelter. The rest fanned out with their dragonites into the fields and nearby forest, calling the boy's name. In the sky, a bright, blue light could barely be seen peeking through the clouds…
Deeper in the forest…
The boy stopped, panting from his run, but not for long. I must not stop. I'm already late. He thought, before beginning to run once more. Deeper he ran into the forest, if he could see above the trees, he would know that he was rapidly approaching the Rookery Island's temple ruins. After several minutes of running all out, the boy suddenly stops, just able to see the ruins through the trees in front of him. Slowly, he turns in a full circle, listening carefully. He then laughs, turns, and runs off again, this time parallel to the edge of the clearing where the ruins lie. He soon stops over a large bundle of white and purple fur, the same size as he, which was growing and shrinking in bursts…it was sobbing.
"Hello!" said the boy, oddly happy for one so drenched and cold.
The bundle of fur stops sobbing, and looks up, sniffing, its purple eyes meeting a matching pair. For a moment, time seems to stop as a note can be just heard above the rain, like a string being plucked. Around them, the storm instantly stops and the clouds begin to dissipate. The boy smiles and laughs, breaking the moment. He picks up the kitten-like form in his arms and sets off. Above them, in the now clear sky, a meteor could be seen, a very odd meteor with a spiral tail and twin cores. The meteor streaks from the sky, splitting into its two parts as it approaches the temple ruins. Inside the ruins, a pair of archeologists work diligently to cover up their work, their flickering lamps cast ghostly shadows on the rune-carved walls. From above, the twin meteors, now separate, smash through the ceiling of the dome-like base of the triad of towers at the center of the ruins. Their blue light seems to ignite the runes as they fall only to crash strangely lightly on the floor of the ruins, impacting with minimal force on a pair of indentations. The runes of the temple begin to glow the same fiery blue color as the meteors while the meteors cool into irregular, silver balls. The two archeologists stare in awe at the sight. The blue light reveals a small red R on the screen of their central piece of equipment, a large computer.
Not too far away, and moments before, on the island of Shamouti, a sextet of bird-like forms perch on crystalline columns that surround a small platform, upon which a crowned form stands, a Slowking. At the base of the platform, three feline forms lounge. Above them all a pair floats, one small and one man-sized.
"The prophecy begins," states the largest of the shadowed forms, a form that is a mix between a bird and fish, in a voice that seems to boom through the mind with its regal majesty.
The smaller floating form responds, in a more child-like mind-voice, "Yes, it does. I hope they'll have fun!"
The Slowking replies, "Yes, they will, Mew, but they must pay dearly for the ride."
The man-sized form unfolds its legs from the Lotus position that it previously was in to stand seemingly on thin air, the dim moon lit revealing it to be a blend of feline and human features, began to speak in a angry tone with a booming mind-voice, "I do not see why we must allow my younger brother be raised as a human! He should learn freedom from us!"
The largest of the felines lounging at the bottom of the platform responded in a deep, commanding voice, "Have you so soon forgotten the Chosen One's lesson, Mewtwo? He gave his very life to get his point across."
Mewtwo sniffed, "I have not forgotten the Chosen One, Entei, but I still must ask 'Why?'. The humans, for the most part, have not changed. They have dared once again to play Jurei and create another. If it were not for my interference, another New Island may have occurred. Who's to say that it will not just as easily happen this way?"
The smallest form of all, floating just above a pillar, responded, in a musical, feminine voice, "The future is very convoluted. Each event is connected to all other events and therefore infinite possibilities are created. Each Celebii guards her own time line, but even we cannot be sure its future. Destiny will take care of itself, all we have done is given it a nudge."
The legendary Pheonix, Ho-oh, added, in a female voice reminiscent of the pokeflute "awakening" song, "Mewtwo, be at peace. The Chosen One, Ashura, is carrying out his purpose, but we must prepare the next step. Ash is to show the world how to live with pokemon as partners. This pair will teach them to live as brothers."
The other legendaries voiced their agreement and soon departed until only the Celebii and Slowking remained. Together they looked toward the falling twined meteor as it pierced and dissipated the storm around a particular island near the edge of the Orange Archipelago.
"You know that there is no way to truly predict what will happen now, Celebii."
"Yes, and I am glad. For the first time in millennia, I do not know the ultimate outcome of my gamble. It is much more fun this way."
Slowking just shook his head and thought toward the pair that had just played the threads of fate like a harp, Enjoy your childhood Chosen of Destiny. I fear you will have little else…
Well? What do you think? Any ideas? I have only two main sections outlined in my head right now: Childhood, the trip to Kanto, Early Kanto, the Event(see beginning of PREVIEW, that is part of this battle), Mourning, and the Finale(the second part of the Preview is a small preview). I really need help on the filler. Send you comments to liageron@midsouth.rr.com, only constructive flames, please.
DISCLAIMER I unfortunately don't own pokemon. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, now would I? I do how ever own most of the characters that'll be used, so please ask before borrowing!
After Ash wins the Johto League, but during the same year, on a small island on the end of the Orange Archipelago named Rookery…
A small, black haired, purple-eyed boy of about three years old sits in a large field of short grass, a forest behind him, his mother, who was about 25 with black hair and brown eyes, lying on a lawn chair also behind him, reading. The boy is playing with small pokemon figures, specifically Dragonite, Gengar, Machamp, Alazazam, and a Mew designed off the Ancient Mew card. His head suddenly snaps up to the sky, and his mother asks concerned, "What's wrong, Honey?"
The boy turns to his mother and, in a deadly serious tone completely unnatural for a boy his age, responds, "Storm's coming, Mommy."
The mother, understandably unsettled by her son's behavior, breaks out in a rash of sweatdrops. Nervously, she looks up and around at the perfect, blue sky. With her 7 years experience on the Islands, she had learned how to spot storms, yet there wasn't even a cloud in sight on this beautiful afternoon. She frowns, knowing that her son had the uncanny ability to predict danger, such as storms. He had even predicted that freak weather change over a year before with his very first sentence. But seeing no reason to suspect a storm, she tried to change her son's serious out look saying in a pacifying and condescending tone, "No, Honey. See," she pointed up and the boy looked, "There aren't any clouds in sight, I'm sure there won't be a storm today."
The boy looked back at his mother, smiling, "Okay, Mommy." And he returned to his toys with a laugh…
Later that night…
The mother cursed loudly, the storm had come up from nowhere and was now raging around her. She grabbed her book and chair, then turned to get her son, only to find nothing. Panicked, she began to call his name, but it was in vain. Soon a group of men on large, winged forms, dragonites, landed near her and call for her to get on. She shook her head frantically and stuttered out what had happened. In a well-trained fashion, one pair of dragonite and rider grabbed her and, before she could come out of her shock, injected her with a small syringe. She collapsed and the man placed her gently on the back of his dragonite and took off with her toward the nearest shelter. The rest fanned out with their dragonites into the fields and nearby forest, calling the boy's name. In the sky, a bright, blue light could barely be seen peeking through the clouds…
Deeper in the forest…
The boy stopped, panting from his run, but not for long. I must not stop. I'm already late. He thought, before beginning to run once more. Deeper he ran into the forest, if he could see above the trees, he would know that he was rapidly approaching the Rookery Island's temple ruins. After several minutes of running all out, the boy suddenly stops, just able to see the ruins through the trees in front of him. Slowly, he turns in a full circle, listening carefully. He then laughs, turns, and runs off again, this time parallel to the edge of the clearing where the ruins lie. He soon stops over a large bundle of white and purple fur, the same size as he, which was growing and shrinking in bursts…it was sobbing.
"Hello!" said the boy, oddly happy for one so drenched and cold.
The bundle of fur stops sobbing, and looks up, sniffing, its purple eyes meeting a matching pair. For a moment, time seems to stop as a note can be just heard above the rain, like a string being plucked. Around them, the storm instantly stops and the clouds begin to dissipate. The boy smiles and laughs, breaking the moment. He picks up the kitten-like form in his arms and sets off. Above them, in the now clear sky, a meteor could be seen, a very odd meteor with a spiral tail and twin cores. The meteor streaks from the sky, splitting into its two parts as it approaches the temple ruins. Inside the ruins, a pair of archeologists work diligently to cover up their work, their flickering lamps cast ghostly shadows on the rune-carved walls. From above, the twin meteors, now separate, smash through the ceiling of the dome-like base of the triad of towers at the center of the ruins. Their blue light seems to ignite the runes as they fall only to crash strangely lightly on the floor of the ruins, impacting with minimal force on a pair of indentations. The runes of the temple begin to glow the same fiery blue color as the meteors while the meteors cool into irregular, silver balls. The two archeologists stare in awe at the sight. The blue light reveals a small red R on the screen of their central piece of equipment, a large computer.
Not too far away, and moments before, on the island of Shamouti, a sextet of bird-like forms perch on crystalline columns that surround a small platform, upon which a crowned form stands, a Slowking. At the base of the platform, three feline forms lounge. Above them all a pair floats, one small and one man-sized.
"The prophecy begins," states the largest of the shadowed forms, a form that is a mix between a bird and fish, in a voice that seems to boom through the mind with its regal majesty.
The smaller floating form responds, in a more child-like mind-voice, "Yes, it does. I hope they'll have fun!"
The Slowking replies, "Yes, they will, Mew, but they must pay dearly for the ride."
The man-sized form unfolds its legs from the Lotus position that it previously was in to stand seemingly on thin air, the dim moon lit revealing it to be a blend of feline and human features, began to speak in a angry tone with a booming mind-voice, "I do not see why we must allow my younger brother be raised as a human! He should learn freedom from us!"
The largest of the felines lounging at the bottom of the platform responded in a deep, commanding voice, "Have you so soon forgotten the Chosen One's lesson, Mewtwo? He gave his very life to get his point across."
Mewtwo sniffed, "I have not forgotten the Chosen One, Entei, but I still must ask 'Why?'. The humans, for the most part, have not changed. They have dared once again to play Jurei and create another. If it were not for my interference, another New Island may have occurred. Who's to say that it will not just as easily happen this way?"
The smallest form of all, floating just above a pillar, responded, in a musical, feminine voice, "The future is very convoluted. Each event is connected to all other events and therefore infinite possibilities are created. Each Celebii guards her own time line, but even we cannot be sure its future. Destiny will take care of itself, all we have done is given it a nudge."
The legendary Pheonix, Ho-oh, added, in a female voice reminiscent of the pokeflute "awakening" song, "Mewtwo, be at peace. The Chosen One, Ashura, is carrying out his purpose, but we must prepare the next step. Ash is to show the world how to live with pokemon as partners. This pair will teach them to live as brothers."
The other legendaries voiced their agreement and soon departed until only the Celebii and Slowking remained. Together they looked toward the falling twined meteor as it pierced and dissipated the storm around a particular island near the edge of the Orange Archipelago.
"You know that there is no way to truly predict what will happen now, Celebii."
"Yes, and I am glad. For the first time in millennia, I do not know the ultimate outcome of my gamble. It is much more fun this way."
Slowking just shook his head and thought toward the pair that had just played the threads of fate like a harp, Enjoy your childhood Chosen of Destiny. I fear you will have little else…
Well? What do you think? Any ideas? I have only two main sections outlined in my head right now: Childhood, the trip to Kanto, Early Kanto, the Event(see beginning of PREVIEW, that is part of this battle), Mourning, and the Finale(the second part of the Preview is a small preview). I really need help on the filler. Send you comments to liageron@midsouth.rr.com, only constructive flames, please.
DISCLAIMER I unfortunately don't own pokemon. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, now would I? I do how ever own most of the characters that'll be used, so please ask before borrowing!