I talked to a reviewer of mine on IM and found that it wouldn't be such a bad idea to do this. I've been letting it simmer in my mind, but now it wants to be released. :sigh: Might as well, before I forget. Oh, and as for pronunciation, their names…

Kaiyou - Kai- as in "I" want apples. you- pronounced "yo". (accent on "Kai")

Yasille - Ya-sil -use English pronunciations. (accent on "sil")

Maro - Ma- as in "Mom" ; ro - as in "row" (accent on "Ma")

Famaer - Fa- as in "father"; ma -as in May; er as in "air". (accent on "ma")

Buganti - Bu- as in "Boo"; gan- as in "gone"; ti -as in "tea". (accent on the "gan")

Eternal Disclaimer: I own Kaiyou, Yasille, Maro and Famaer. No one else.

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My lungs burn. My legs throb and threaten to cramp with each frantic step I take. The villagers behind me chant for my destruction, throwing torches at me while they scream. I carry my unconscious sister on my back, which weighs me down. I can't go into the Void, for that would make her even weaker, or could kill her. I look behind me at the approaching villagers.

"Damn Darkling!" they shout. "Take your evil and go elsewhere! We don't want your plagues here!"

They throw rocks. One hits me in the back of the leg, and I crumple to the ground. Yasille rolls off my back and off to the side. I get in between her and the villagers. I don't really know why they hate me so much, but I am prepared to fight. I will not allow them to get a hold on my sister. I growl and my black and gold fur rises. Electricity -my own electricity- sparks around me. The villagers halt.

"Damn you!" an old hag shouts. "Damn you! Because of you, my grandchildren died!"

My eyes narrowed with rage. (That was before I ever came here! Their deaths have nothing to do with me!)

"Silence!" she cried. "I will not have an evil Darkling in this village! Besides, how do you know that they died before you came?"

I was amazed by the woman's ignorance and prejudice. Now that she knew I was a darkling, she hated me. She used to give my sister and me shelter and food. Now that she knew what I really was, she fell to an old superstition and to prejudice. (You told me!) I shout.

"LIES!" she shouted after a small moment of silence. She threw another rock at me, which landed far to my left. "Leave this place! Leave with your sister and be gone! We don't want your evil here! Go back to the shadows where you belong, Darkling!" she spat. The other villagers agreed with her, and then began to pick up projectile objects.

I stared at them for a moment, but then sighed heavily and then grabbed my sister by the scruff of her neck and began to drag her along with me.

Damn humans.

Dark and Light

Chapter One

Meeting

My name is Kaiyou. I had been living with my sister, Yasille, my father, Famaer, and mother, Maro, in a small, cozy village hidden in a little valley. Key word being "had". Our parents died when some strange earthquake killed them a few decades ago, and ever since then, Yasille and I have been fending for ourselves. With the little village we had been living in destroyed, we've been searching for another place to live for a while. Unfortunately, the latest one was a failure. Besides, even if they HAD been hospitable, I would have left anyway. They're just too damn dumb for my taste. They're probably not even sentient.

I sighed. I had reached a small hill overlooking a small mini-desert with some kind of thing standing in the middle of it, and decided to rest for the moment. Yasille was still out (she had tripped over a rock and knocked herself unconscious…) so if I went anywhere, I would have to drag her along with me. And that wasn't fun. I glared at her unconscious form for making me do all that work. I gave a little growl and lay down on the soft grass on my stomach.

It was then that something caught my attention. Something strange. I had never seen anything like it before. It was a large statue of a giant, two-tailed reptilian thing. Beside it, two, towering spires pierced the bright blue sky. I didn't know how far up they went. What was it for? Perhaps a memorial? It was intriguing, to say the least. And the smells wafting from it were pretty strange as well. What the heck was in that statue?

I began to get up when Yasille moaned behind me. A frown formed on my canine face. That's right, I thought, I can't leave her. Not like this. I went and sat beside her and then gazed back at the statue and spires. I knew something was down there, and I wanted to find out what.

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"Oh Brother," Yasille said in an anxious manner, "Please don't! We just got booted out of a hostile village… Let us take a break before the next one does the same…"

I scoffed. She and I were both in our human forms, so not to attract attention. She had her long golden yellow hair down, and was clad in a tawny brown skin of some pokemon. It was fashioned into a long dress and long-sleeved shirt, which suited her. She fingered her supper: a variety of berries and a little bit of pidgey meat -a rarity in this area. I had the same. My own clothes were made of skins, no shoes for either of us, and I wore long pants. My shirt was much like my sister's.

"Yasille," I said in a heavy tone, (I had been over this many times with her), "You can't live in hiding all the time. Otherwise, you'll just watch your life go by without you."

She gave me a stale look. "Better to be alive and wasting away than throwing it away to a stupid choice."

My eyebrow cocked. "Better to actually live than sit around and do nothing."

She sighed heavily. We've had this argument many, many times since Mom and Dad died. "Fine. Go out and get murdered. I'll laugh at your corpse when they put it on a pike."

I laughed and reached over and ruffled her hair. "That's my girl. I should be back within a month."

She slapped my hand away and glared. I simply smiled and waved as I went off. I didn't really have a bad feeling about this statue. Not really. I half-skipped to a nearby tree that overlooked the statue and stood behind it in reconnaissance. There were two middle-aged men holding loaded bows. My eyebrow cocked. I knew then that there had to be something in that statue worth wile since there were people guarding it.

However, I took no heed to the guards and made my way to the side of the statue where there was something inscripted on what looked like an entrance. I frowned. I couldn't read it. I could tell it was some kind of lizard-language, but not being a reptile myself, I didn't know what the inscription said. I placed my hand on the carved stone and felt a little tingling in my fingers. Whatever this inscription said had power within it.

Suddenly, I heard a rustle of bushes and limbs behind me. My eyes widened. Apparently, those guards from earlier had found me. I turned just in time to see them aim at me, and shoot. One missed by a few inches, but the other snagged my left arm, right above the elbow. I held in a scream of pain and began to run. I went around one spire and to the backside of the strange statue to find more guards there waiting for me. I cursed and ran the other way, not without an arrow in my right leg, though.

I don't know how far I ran, but it was in unknown terrain with angry guards on my tail. I made the mistake of turning around to look at them when the ground went out from under me. I looked back down, seeing the thirty-foot drop below me. My wounded leg gave out and I fell, hitting the side of the mini-gorge as I went along. I got snagged on roots and boulders, slightly slowing my fall. When the ground finally broke my fall, my vision fuzzed and my hearing faded in and out. And as I faded into unconsciousness, I saw the guards making their way down the side of the gorge to me.

What had I gotten myself into…?

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I awoke to see many scowling, masculine faces staring down at me, speaking hatefully in a tongue I didn't recognize. Pain flew up at me from my arm and leg.

"Coro nash ito!" one single-eyed old man spat from above me to another old man. "Ikasho ni yat! Shim karli na so."

The other old man, bereft of many of his teeth, nodded. "Sakash rash hik. Morden kot." He then looked down at me, nothing but hate shimmering in his eyes. "Ach, marren to morden kot."

I gulped. One of those phrases meant malice towards me, and I couldn't do anything about it. I saw then that I was underground. I could see the stalactites through a hole in the straw ceiling -I supposed I was in a hut of some sort. I tried to find a friendly face in the crowd, but couldn't find anything of the sort. The two old men began shouting, "Morten kot!" over and over again. I mentally guessed that that meant "kill him" or something to that extent.

Then, an angry, feminine voice cut through the chanting. "Shoren! Shoren!" she cried. "Shoren nath en, mach nat de voose." Suddenly, a woman in her mid twenties appeared above me, looking perturbed. Her hair was shoulder-length and light brown. She wore a red bandanna and her eyes were a sparkling blue. On human standards, she was beautiful. "Shimp necht ve tule?"

I blinked and remained quiet.

She sighed in frustration and then said, "Do you know any Common?" To this, I nodded and she grabbed the arrow that was still sticking out of my left arm. "Good. What tribe are you from?"

Bracing myself against the pain, I stared at her in confusion. Apparently, there was a tribal war going on at the time. "What?" I asked, to which she didn't like.

She twisted the arrow in my arm and I had to stop myself from crying out. "What tribe do you belong to!" she cried again, this time fiercer. The old men and women behind her began to chant "Morten kot" again. I felt lost. Perhaps if I turned into my true form, they would let me go. But… judging from the braces on my arms, middle and legs, I would be in a pretty strange position.

"Tell me, scum, lest you want to taste the wrath of my tribe's poison," she spat. She twisted the arrow again, and I nearly bit at her.

"I'm part of no tribe!" I replied. "I'm a traveler… I don't know what the hell's going on! Let me go!"

She leaned closer to my face. I could see the flicker of bloodlust in her eyes now. I could tell this woman was a warrior. "No tribe, eh? Doubtful. Well, let's see how well your alibi does when faced with our master." She undid the leather restraints on my body and then four, huge bulking men took me and dragged me out of the hut and into the city. The townspeople there booed and yelled in the strange language, probably cursing me. I looked ahead and saw an altar before a huge cliff, where a gargantuan figure was resting. Was I to be a sacrifice of some sort?

The men threw me to the cave floor and I fell to my hands and knees before the creature. I felt a hand clasp my hair roughly and pulled my face up and exposed my neck. "This scum was found at the door, Great One! He claims he has no tribe. However, he has a tattoo on his forehead -something similar to the Farsin tribe. We know not what to do. Tell us, Great One!"

The figure on the cliff moved, and I heard a rumbling growl echo throughout the cave. It then got to its feet and climbed down the cliff. I then saw it for what it was -a giant lizard with huge tusks and talons. It was incredibly long, and its twin tails were lithe and powerful. I could tell it was a ground-type pokemon, probably a Legendary. Would it be able to tell what I was?

Its eyes, a bright yellow, looked me over. "Shisho ketoo," it said in a rough, grating voice. "Mav nek too. Shin naet parr tal ish sho vin."

The men picked me up again, and began to drag me away. I was grateful -it seemed I would at least survive the night. I saw where the men were taking me -a small hut, dilapidated, hazardous, and it smelled of something dead and rotting. The humans probably didn't notice it, but I, with my still-sensitive nose, could notice it quite well.

The men opened the door and drug me to the wall, where there was a kind of rod. They took the leather restraints and tied me to the wall by my arms. "You'll be spending the night in here until our lord comes down to meet you," one said while leaving. "Until then, don't even try to escape. This hut will be well-guarded, and any attempt to escape will only result in more arrows." Then, they left me to my own devices.

I frowned. Oh yes, I had gotten myself in a real pickle this time.

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Woo, done. I am enjoying my new Kingdom Hearts OST. LOVE.

Ja!