DAY 2.1: Wait…What?
The loud, infuriating noise surged through Emma like she had stuck a spork into a power socket.
She leapt out of bed, feeling… indescribable. her emotions ran the gamut, from utterly depressed, to hyeractive. she headed straight for a set of draws, and pulled it open, revealing multitudes of manilla folders, all carefully labled, and alphabetically sorted. Heading straight for 'Z', she had no luck at finding what she was after, finally pausing, and thinking about what she was doing.
'Wait…what? what am I doing? I'm looking for somethign that was only rumoured! not a real pokemon at all! My minds just playing tricks on me. Yeah. That's it.' She closed the drawer, with thud. Leaving the room, she couldnt help feeling uncomftorble, like she was doing something bad. Shrugging off the feeling, she went downstairs to get some food.
She shrieked for a second, before catching herself. That Pokemon…thing… Was standing in front of her. "Emma…" it started to say, but Emma was gone, backpeddaling into her room, and closing the door rather quickly.
Breathing hard, leaning against the door, Emma shook herself mentally. 'No. NO. I'm just imagining it.' she said firmly to herself, and took a deep breath. 'but then… why does it seem so real?' She gathered herself, and opened the door once more. Nothing.
Cautiously, she made her way down to the kitchen, half-expecting the Pokemon to jump her at any moment. Nothing happened - the house was silent. Rumaging through the fridge, she emerged with a silverside and beetroot sandwich she had made earlier, before she went to school. Sitting down at the table, she tried to fix her mind on nothing, but encountered some difficulty.
The image of the lone Pokemorph she had imagined she'd seen in her dream, blackened out against the blinding dawn sun. Its ears were pricked, as it looked away, seemingly intent on something, came to her mind, and was pushed away, repeatedly.
After she finished her meal, she went to the nearest couch, and flopped into it, mashing a few buttons as she channel-surfed. The fleeting image of a Pokemon made her backpedal five stations, as she caught the last few words of what had been a news bulletin - "Reports are unconfirmed, But authorities are saying to keep an eye out, and report anything to them. We leave you now with an image of the Late Arkani, Heir to the Region." as the news music grew louder, an ancient movie rolled, without sound, of course.
What Emma saw struck her like a tonne of Pidgey Poop. The Pokemorph figure that had popped into her head… The strange figure she saw in her dream… they WERE Arkani. She didn't know how it was so.. But the Artisan was back, it seemed. Which was a technical impossibility - Arkani had left this world hundreds of years ago… And if Arkani was supposed to be back… What of Kira? Or the other 'Chosen', who had inadvertently caused the sinking of the continents, but saved the world from destruction (literally)?
Jade and Peter… Royals above Royals…
Kihaz and Keshi… Wise and resourceful (oh , the many uses for drool they found!)
Karan and Nuke… Compassion and Strength…
James and Zephyr… Quick-thinking and Corageous…
what happens to them? They are all Mortal, like everyone (bar the now forgotten Pokemon, Mew, Celebi, Kyogre and Groudon) else on this dried out rock.
These thoughts and more flickered through her mind… and left her thoroughly confused.