My fellow Arthenians:
Just so you know, this is not the format of the entire story. The italics implies that it's background information and exposition; This is likely going to be the last of these before I actually delve into the plot line. It's honestly just really fucking fun to write this shit. Oh yeah, language warning by the way. My fully omniscient 3rd person may include a few choice words.
Also, please don't forget to comment. If I continue to not get comments or PM's, I will stop writing. I feel like I'm typing to a brick wall.
Anyway, here's Chapter Two. Might do shorter chapters and more uploads for this one, idk. Tell me what you'd prefer.
The Earth after the Awakening was in a state of shock; The humans, the only other known life forms on the Earth aside from us, were gone- all of them. These, the humans who we had taught so much; Electricity; Houses; Skyscrapers; Plumbing; Cars, bikes, planes, and other things that go; their creators abandoning them for their own. It is said that the process was instantaneous; First they were there, and then they were gone. Never to be heard from again, even to this, the day of my transcription.
In their wake the unruly humans had left an eerie silence, as the world stopped and waited; But there was to be no return. Breath was held until lungs burned and only then did the truth reveal itself to us:
We were alone.
Pokeballs released their captives, storage systems were emptied abruptly, and all that had been done to enslave our race was gone. The only remaining mark being what had been built. For a while, the Pokemon remained near the cities that towered around them, still clutching to the possibility of the return. But no such return was to be had. So we spread across the globe, slowly eroding away at the landscape around us the humans had worked so hard to craft, until eventually there was no more evidence of their existence.
To the younger spawn, humans have become nothing but a fairy tale; a forgotten race that slowly retrograded into nothingness in our culture. Some who lived through it believe it to have all been false, some who had even been used as a Trainer's Pokemon refuse to believe that it could have been true. Refuse to believe that it happened to begin with.
It did.
It will happen again.
Legend tells of a single human being, a male who would reunite our worlds and bring us back as one again; one who would not persecute us as his brethren had but rather accept us as their equals (for never shall we fall victim to the superiority that had plagued these humans' thoughts, never shall we believe ourselves better); one who would could command us not as a master but as a general might, one who deserves our respect.
Years pass, and Emergence is sometimes the topic of discussion; another human who appears with a blinding flash of light; Another human who hears of our prophecies and believes in his haughtiness that he is the paragon of man, that he is this great hero behind whom we might cheer; but after time passes and nothing becomes of their existence they are cast out, sent to live among the hermits and the freaks. Treated as lesser for their failures, sold as trophies or servants. It is not known how many of them live among us.
We are all divided over this great debate: Shall the messiah come upon us, shall we wait for the exalted man who humbles himself to the point of mortality? Or shall we fend for ourselves, shall we ignore these Emergences as the pointless coincidences they seem to be? War is waged constantly, though to varying degree, over the matter. Some cultures are civil, others thrown to anarchy and unrest.
Either way, we perpetually seek answers.
Aura Master Lucario, Book 4 of the Great Text.