Author's notes: Hello. Just in case you were wondering (you probably weren't) I'm new here; as a writer, at least. This is the first story I've ever posted, so try not to be too disappointed in me. I like support, but if you have any suggestions that would make my writing better, I would really appreciate them.
Well, here's my story. I hope you enjoy it. The idea for it just sort of popped into my head when I saw the pokedex entry for Absol. It starts out sad, but it gets better…eventually.
Just so you know, this is in the point of view of the main character, who is an Absol. The bits inside these ~ ~ are her remembering.
Hurray! Look, now I have bold and italics! My eternal thanks to Erriel for her exceptionally helpful e-mail.
Disclaimer: If you think I own Pokemon, you obviously don't understand the concept of fanfiction.
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I remember my first vision clearly. I was only a pup then, still getting used to the world outside the den. I had a brother then, too.
~ I watched silently as my older brother prepared himself for his first solo hunt. My parents stood nearby, looking pleased and proud.
"Don't go, Hobi," I said in my small voice. "It isn't worth it."
My brother laughed merrily. "It isn't worth what, little sister?"
"Getting killed," I answered solemnly.
He stared at me, his laughter gone. "Is that supposed to be a joke, little sister?"
"No. Please don't go, Hobi," I pleaded with him. "You won't come back."
He looked down at me, and gave me a half-smile. "Silly puppy. What could possibly happen?"
Images of his torn and mangled body lying at the feet of a triumphant Scyther flashed again through my mind, but I did not voice those thoughts. Already, young though I was, I knew that no one would believe in my vision. "Please don't go, Hobi," I repeated instead.
My mother hushed me impatiently and told me to go back inside the den. But I didn't go. I wanted one last look at my brother.
"Goodbye, Hobi," I whispered as he trotted off into the brush. Tears filled my eyes as I realized that I would never see him again. Then my father swatted my backside for being disobedient, and ordered me into the den. I went this time, and huddled in the corner all the rest of that day, weeping silent tears of sorrow. ~
My brother never came home that night. My parents went to look for him the next morning, and discovered his lifeless body in a small gully, sliced through with Scyther blades.
'Coincidence,' they said through their tears, but I knew that it was not. I had received the vision in a sort of waking dream nearly half a day before he had set out on his hunt. I met my parents dry-eyed, having cried myself out the night before, and heard their terrible news with a knowing nod.
That was when they gave me my name. Sanji. Calamity. It was not my birth name, I think, but I cannot now remember what my birth name was. And there is no one left now to tell me.