Gray sky

A pokémorph's story

Chapter One: Prologue (Ranting, actually)

You know what they always stay? Stories are all the same. Who came up with that cheap lie? Everyone knows stories aren't the same. If you believe in that, somebody told you wrong. Stories aren't all the same. They can have similarities, but that doesn't mean they're all the same. Like this story, for instance-- I'll tell you now; it's not the same. It's nothing like the others. And that's not just my opinion talking. But who am I to talk? You don't even know who the hell I am. Right! It's introduction time, ladies and gentleman.

My name is Yamato. Just Yamato. Nothing more, nothing less― I don't even know who named me. It was probably one of them. Ah, yes… 'Them'. Who are they? Team Magma: The people who left their mark on me forever. To prove they have ownership on my mind, body, and soul, I wear this collar with a tag of Team Magma's mark on it. My closer friends say it's irony, or logic because; I am a canine after all. Mightyena, to be exact, you see. The only evidence of my being the half-breed between human and Mightyena is the markings on my face, the two gray ears that poke out of my head, and my black fluffy tail. It's not that fluffy, but people say it looks like it. Quite frankly, I think the features make me look all the more handsome. You see, I really am a ladies' man. But I wasn't always. Actually, people used to hardly know I existed. Why? I had to keep to the shadows. At the time when I escaped the prison called the Magma's hideout, the half-breed experiments were feared, and most people didn't want the Magma to mess with them, so they were more than obliged to turn the half-breeds in. A shame, really—they had no idea about how great we were. I mean, we're half pokémon! Don't tell me that isn't the coolest thing. Before I go ranting on, maybe you should hear my whole story. From the beginning; my tale of life, past, and pain. You won't regret this—I promise! Just listen in and hear me out.


Notes from the Author:

Ah, I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope the readers enjoy. -- I spent as much time on this while I was in the middle of going through moving and other torture in life. Yamato sure didn't like sitting in my suitcase on the way to my new home. Poor Yamato. Anyways, I'm going to keep the work up as much as I can through the story! I think the person I want to thank the most is Hiei, my son. Well, he's the one that got me to start writing in the first place, and without reading enough of her stories, I'd probably be nowhere in my writing life or—my art life.

As for these cute little Author Note things, I'll try to put them at the end of every chapter, as kind of update on what the hell I'm doing and how I manage to get writing done, and some key points that might be confusing in the story. Wow, you've actually read this far? Amazing. Most people skip this stuff—I would. Thanks for reading Gray Sky: A pokémorph's story. :D