Learning Who You Are
Prologue
KX: Okay, I decided to add this because of the ending that I foresee for this story. Hopefully it won't give too much away about the end and the sequel (hint, hint). If you've already read the rest of the story, please read this as well. If you're just joining us, then thanks for reading and please review!
Without further ado, here is the prologue to 'Learning Who You Are'
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On the small planet of Yazari there was a dark forest. A soft wind whistled through bare black branches, lending a quiet song to a night filled with inky blackness. The only light in the night was soft and golden, though amazingly strong. The light spread, catching the attention of all Pokemon within a two mile radius.
The golden light emanated from a thicket near the center of the forest, around which was gathered the forest's entire population, from miniscule Rattatas to monstrous Golems, all giving off the strong aura of life. But inside the thicket, a creature was dying.
The forms of an Espeon and an Umbreon stood over the dying Rageon, mourning looks crossing their faces. The red and gold creature lay in a pool of his own blood on the thicket floor. Though Y-ran was mortally wounded he had managed to keep his eyes open and was conversing quietly with Gren and Akaenon. The two other had grown old, their fur dull and graying, but none of their vitality had left them.
("You were never one that was able to stay out of trouble, eh Runt?") The abnormally melancholy Umbreon watched his young friend, a small smile flitting across his jaws as Y-ran gave a pained chuckle.
("Though you were never the greatest role model, if my memory hasn't yet failed me as well.") Y-ran's voice held humor, but was surprisingly soft and weak.
("Neither you ever did think about your actions, but look how many friends it earned you over the years.") Gren motioned outside of the thicket.
("But there were enemies as well.") Y-ran's tone was sad, for one of those enemies was the reason he now lay dying at his friends' feet.
Gren moved to lie down, trying to heal her young friend had put a great strain on her aged body, and her exhausted muscles were begging for rest. She looked over at the Umbreon. ("Should we tell the story, Akaenon?")
The Umbreon moved to lie down as well. ("Well, what do you think, Runt?")
Y-ran shook his head sadly. ("No. That story is not one for the moment. I must tell my story, as has been the tradition for as long as any of us can remember.")
Gren moved to protest. ("But, Y-ran…")
The Rageon looked over at Gren, a kindly expression in his eyes. ("Gren, you have been like a mother to me. You know as well as I do that my here is sadly limited. I have accepted this fact; it is time that you must do the same."
Tears slid down Gren's purple cheeks, but she nodded all the same. Akaenon stretched over and nuzzled his mate affectionately and both turned their attention to their friend.
For a few moments Y-ran shifted painfully, moving so that he lying on his stomach instead of his side so as to better tell the story. He looked at his friends sadly, and slowly began to speak.
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KX: Well, there's the prologue. If you couldn't tell, the ending of the story has changed a lot from what I first envisioned it to be. That's also why the rating changed. There is going to be a lot more violence. If you don't like violence, don't continue reading after chapter 4 (which will hopefully be uploaded sometime in the next week).
Anyway, please review and tell me what you think!
KenshinnXX
