Hello again, readers! I apologize profusely for the long gap between updates. Between school and writer's block, I just could not write anything. There was also the minor problem of my computer crashing. ¬.¬' But, anyway, I got annoyed with myself for not writing in so long, so I just started to write at school one day. And once I started, the writer's block began to crumble. I completely ignored my teachers for the rest of the school day, but I got the chapter done. ^_^
Hmm... You're probably wanting to read the chapter you've been waiting for since last June, aren't you? Okay, I'll shut up now.
And now, without further ado--What is an ado, anyway?--here is the next chapter in the story of Firestorm!
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Chapter 8 - Premonition, or Mere Dream?
written by She Who Walks the Night
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It was cold and damp. A pale, dull light seemed to come from everywhere, yet from nowhere. I walked down a narrow, gray passage, each step echoing loudly. Before knowing the confines of a pokeball, I would have been frightened to be in such close quarters. Now, though, I was merely apprehensive. Where was I? What was this place? Why was I here?
I walked and walked and walked, but there seemed to be only more gray walls ahead. I was about to give up when I saw a pinprick of light. The merest hint of a fresh breeze made my flames flicker.
Encouraged, I cantered toward the light. The refreshing breeze became stronger. I did not care where I was going. I only knew I would reach sunlight and fresh air.
I got closer and closer to freedom. Almost there, I thought. Finally, I made it, but I immediately wished to turn tail and run as fast as I could in the opposite direction.
My valley, my beautiful, untouched valley, stood before me. Yet instead of the peace and security I remembered, all the pokemon fled from some unknown menace. Just like the day Hailey invaded the valley, I realized. Dozens of humans rode on the backs of airborne pidgeots and charizards, herding the frightened pokemon before them.
I tried to move forward to help the wild ones, but I could not move. It seemed that my hooves were stuck fast to the ground. I tried to nicker to them, to encourage them to keep running, but I could not produce a sound. I could only watch in helpless, silent despair.
Had I been able to speak, I would have screamed when I saw my herd gallop by. They snorted in terror and their flames streamed out behind them as they tried to escape the invaders. The elders tried to urge the herd to even greater speed.
Sunfire, one of the few remaining rapidash of the time when we migrated to the valley, suddenly stumbled. The wise old elder was the first to go. One of the dreaded pokeballs was thrown by a boy on a charizard, absorbing poor Sunfire.
I watched in horror as, one by one, the rest of my herd was captured. At last only my brave, fleet-footed mother, Windflash, remained, trying to protect a group of young foals. To my utter dismay, the boy who had captured Sunfire sent out a venomoth. The venomoth used sleep powder. My courageous mother tried to fight the effects of the sleep powder, but she crumpled to the ground, asleep, after only a few seconds and was captured. The foals whinnied in fear and uncertainty, all too aware that they were alone. The venomoth showered them with stun spore and the boy captured them, too.
All the pokemon were gone. All captured, imprisoned, trapped in a life of never-ending battles, expected to fight other pokemon, whether they be stranger, family, or friend, for the rest of their days. This thought ran through my mind over and over, and, finding my voice, I screamed and screamed.
"Firestorm! Firestorm, it is a nightmare! Wake up, Firestorm!" Voices slowly penetrated my hideous slumber and brought me back to the waking world. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. I was still in the forest, curled on a thick patch of grass near the stream. Autumnwind, Rainflight, Moonflower, Darkfire, and Nightwalker were clustered around me. They all looked concerned and slightly fearful. I slowly realized that I was still a captive, yet I was among friends, and that as far as I knew my herd was safe. I tried to keep this in mind, still fighting down the panic of the nightmare.
"Be easy, Firestorm, it was only a nightmare," Autumnwind said soothingly. Everyone but Darkfire nodded in agreement, but the dark hound look strangely pensive. I was about to inquire about this, but a call made me pause.
"Hurricane, Liberty, Petals, Brimstone, Seafoam, Blaze, time to go!" Hailey called out.
Everyone, myself included, grimaced in dislike as we heard our nicknames, and we all started back to where our trainer waited. Most of the intense emotions of my nightmare had drained away, and the dream itself was fading into memory. And yet I wondered, was my dream just a dream, or did it hint at events that would eventually come to pass?
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Well, that was a bit strange, wasn't it? I thought the story was kinda blah, if you know what I mean, so I decided to try this. Tell me what you think of it. And that means review, by the way. :P
If you would like to receive email when I update, just send an email to jaded_dreams735@yahoo.com and I will be sure to tell you when a new chapter is added. You can also either review or email me and tell me what you would like to have happen in this fic and I'll see what I can do.
You could also be nice and read and review "Starlight, Moonlight" and "Helpless"...
Oh, let me recommend a really good pokemon fic to you. It's called "Wings of Flame," and it is written by charpal. A very good read, it is. And charpal updates often. A lot more often than I do, anyway. ^_^'
Okay, I'm done. So go review now, okay?
Hmm... You're probably wanting to read the chapter you've been waiting for since last June, aren't you? Okay, I'll shut up now.
And now, without further ado--What is an ado, anyway?--here is the next chapter in the story of Firestorm!
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 8 - Premonition, or Mere Dream?
written by She Who Walks the Night
*~*~*~*
It was cold and damp. A pale, dull light seemed to come from everywhere, yet from nowhere. I walked down a narrow, gray passage, each step echoing loudly. Before knowing the confines of a pokeball, I would have been frightened to be in such close quarters. Now, though, I was merely apprehensive. Where was I? What was this place? Why was I here?
I walked and walked and walked, but there seemed to be only more gray walls ahead. I was about to give up when I saw a pinprick of light. The merest hint of a fresh breeze made my flames flicker.
Encouraged, I cantered toward the light. The refreshing breeze became stronger. I did not care where I was going. I only knew I would reach sunlight and fresh air.
I got closer and closer to freedom. Almost there, I thought. Finally, I made it, but I immediately wished to turn tail and run as fast as I could in the opposite direction.
My valley, my beautiful, untouched valley, stood before me. Yet instead of the peace and security I remembered, all the pokemon fled from some unknown menace. Just like the day Hailey invaded the valley, I realized. Dozens of humans rode on the backs of airborne pidgeots and charizards, herding the frightened pokemon before them.
I tried to move forward to help the wild ones, but I could not move. It seemed that my hooves were stuck fast to the ground. I tried to nicker to them, to encourage them to keep running, but I could not produce a sound. I could only watch in helpless, silent despair.
Had I been able to speak, I would have screamed when I saw my herd gallop by. They snorted in terror and their flames streamed out behind them as they tried to escape the invaders. The elders tried to urge the herd to even greater speed.
Sunfire, one of the few remaining rapidash of the time when we migrated to the valley, suddenly stumbled. The wise old elder was the first to go. One of the dreaded pokeballs was thrown by a boy on a charizard, absorbing poor Sunfire.
I watched in horror as, one by one, the rest of my herd was captured. At last only my brave, fleet-footed mother, Windflash, remained, trying to protect a group of young foals. To my utter dismay, the boy who had captured Sunfire sent out a venomoth. The venomoth used sleep powder. My courageous mother tried to fight the effects of the sleep powder, but she crumpled to the ground, asleep, after only a few seconds and was captured. The foals whinnied in fear and uncertainty, all too aware that they were alone. The venomoth showered them with stun spore and the boy captured them, too.
All the pokemon were gone. All captured, imprisoned, trapped in a life of never-ending battles, expected to fight other pokemon, whether they be stranger, family, or friend, for the rest of their days. This thought ran through my mind over and over, and, finding my voice, I screamed and screamed.
"Firestorm! Firestorm, it is a nightmare! Wake up, Firestorm!" Voices slowly penetrated my hideous slumber and brought me back to the waking world. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. I was still in the forest, curled on a thick patch of grass near the stream. Autumnwind, Rainflight, Moonflower, Darkfire, and Nightwalker were clustered around me. They all looked concerned and slightly fearful. I slowly realized that I was still a captive, yet I was among friends, and that as far as I knew my herd was safe. I tried to keep this in mind, still fighting down the panic of the nightmare.
"Be easy, Firestorm, it was only a nightmare," Autumnwind said soothingly. Everyone but Darkfire nodded in agreement, but the dark hound look strangely pensive. I was about to inquire about this, but a call made me pause.
"Hurricane, Liberty, Petals, Brimstone, Seafoam, Blaze, time to go!" Hailey called out.
Everyone, myself included, grimaced in dislike as we heard our nicknames, and we all started back to where our trainer waited. Most of the intense emotions of my nightmare had drained away, and the dream itself was fading into memory. And yet I wondered, was my dream just a dream, or did it hint at events that would eventually come to pass?
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
Well, that was a bit strange, wasn't it? I thought the story was kinda blah, if you know what I mean, so I decided to try this. Tell me what you think of it. And that means review, by the way. :P
If you would like to receive email when I update, just send an email to jaded_dreams735@yahoo.com and I will be sure to tell you when a new chapter is added. You can also either review or email me and tell me what you would like to have happen in this fic and I'll see what I can do.
You could also be nice and read and review "Starlight, Moonlight" and "Helpless"...
Oh, let me recommend a really good pokemon fic to you. It's called "Wings of Flame," and it is written by charpal. A very good read, it is. And charpal updates often. A lot more often than I do, anyway. ^_^'
Okay, I'm done. So go review now, okay?