My fellow Arthenians:
Sorry to leave you guys in silence for so long. I went to party Friday and met some girls Saturday and had a threesome Sunday and I gotta tell you... It's a lot more awkward than the one I'm writing for a surprise story for you guys. Anyway.
There's something important that will need to be addressed. Italics henceforth are going to be what I like to call passive action. Things that are going on that need to be known, but things that don't actually advance the story; kind of like narration, like what would be said in the beginning or end of a Pokemon episode by the announcer person. For example, "Bob is walking" is active and would not need italics. But "Bob's mother watched him walk as she took the pie out of the oven" would need italics, because while relevant it doesn't have anything to do with the present progression. If this confuses you then ignore it, but it isn't permanent so it's not a big deal.
But uh. Here's the next chapter. (See if you know what popular book's opening line I modeled this chapter's off of!)
Sorry in advance for any Pokemon misspellings.
POV: Third, fully omniscient
In a thicket in the woods there walked a man.
The woods were foreign to Benjamin... As he looked around, attempting to suppress his unease, he carried with him a sense of impending danger, danger as though he was walking into a trap, danger as though he was set-up, danger as though- danger as though he was being watched.
And watched he was.
About ten minutes prior, the area in which he walked was inhabited by dozens of Pokemon, all going about their merry way, oblivious to the historic event that was about to occur, and occur it did. A pillar of light, a symbol of an Emergence struck the ground directly on top of a Sudowoodo. The Sudowoodo used Bide instinctively, and it absorbed so much energy that, much to the horror of the flock of Pidgey and their evolutions who had the unfortunate opportunity to watch, it all too literally melted as though it were an ice cube under flame.
Everyone was used to these Emergences; they happened every so often and nothing ever came of them. A column of light, about two feet wide that stretched as far as anyone could see into the sky. The surrounding Pokemon would look up, watch until it slowly faded, and then go about their way. At least that's what would happen here, in the feral regions of the world, the woods where there was no social order, the woods where the Pokemon still believed the humans hadn't left, had no reason to know they had left.
But this was different. After the rock type Pokemon was vaporized, the pillar widened. The radius stretching from one foot to two, five, ten... Pokemon backed up from this unusual anomaly that they might avoid a similar fate. But when the pillar did not fade everything stopped. For miles and miles around, everyone watched the light. The horizon of the otherwise bright and sunny day dimmed. The blue of the sky faded, as though it was being bleached of color. Then there were two flashes of light, blinding flashes that threatened the burning of retinas, and then nothing.
Nothing except a human male, garbed in a monk's apparel. A male that was instantly avoided. This was a phenomenon that was unheard of. One to be feared, not necessarily as scary of threatening but as one might fear a king or a god. Thus the feelings were transferred to the man who came as a result of it. No one dared move closer, rather everyone moving in the complete opposite direction. Mothers ushered their children onward; birds took flight; fish swam deeper.
But there were the brave ones... thrill-seekers and those who wanted to demonstrate their strength and courage. Temporarily struck with fear, but growing more and more curious, more and more extraverted. And so they watched for the time being, watched until they would be willing to intervene.
Oblivious ones as well, there were. Those who didn't know what was going on either as a result of being underground, asleep, or perhaps just lacking the mental capacity to process it all. Who had no interest in what was happening, and who had no reason to have any interest.
These were the first that Ben saw.
"What the hell..." Ben had developed a frown, and he crouched down, pulling his robe about himself as he did so. His gaze was cast downward at the ground, where there was a large green leaf that must have fallen from one of the trees around him. But it wasn't the leaf that held so much interest for him; it was the creature crawling across it. A lone Caterpie, completely unaware that he was a human, a child of the Emergence.
He studied it for a moment, and the longer he looked the more he understood. He had recognized it on a subconscious level, though he was certain that he had never before seen anything quite like it. Never seen it, and, yet, he knew what it was; he knew it was a Caterpie, and he knew it was a bug. Knew that it held no significant threat to him as it was... Maybe when it grew up a little, he thought to himself, but not now. He didn't know how he knew it, but he did.
He reached down to touch it with a forefinger, but he hesitated as he got closer. Watching it inch its lower body forward, then scoot its upper body along like an inchworm. His head tilting to the side. Then he took a deep breath, and he poked it.
Making contact with Pokemon for the first time, but far from the last.
Sorry it's so short, just wanted to get something published this period. I'll try my best to have another chapter out tonight because this one is so short, but I can't promise anything. Sorry also about the italics thing again... Still trying to find a way I feel comfortable writing. Haven't found an identity yet so I'm jumping around, but I'll work on it.