A/N: ... YAY IT'S BEEN A YEAR. Maybe I'll finish this one day... 10 years later.
Writing you chapters one year at a time,
Remy.
When The Stars Align
Chapter 1: Shatter
"Drew, don't go!"
I shot up in bed and wiped sweat from my brows. It was always this one nightmare that was capable of sending me into a frightful state. It's as if I was lucid dreaming, but in someone else's dream. Whatever it was, it sent shivers down my spine whenever I heard her voice.
Mom. May. Whichever it was, I haven't seen her in years. What's happened to her? I'll never know, because he never tells.
BOOM!
One of the maple tree's branches had hit the window. I hadn't noticed before, but rain was pouring, streaking down the window and leaving tiny trails. Storms have been occurring in Hoenn way too frequently lately. Some say it's the wrath of one of the legendaries. What was it's name again? Kyogre? Whatever, I don't believe in myths and magic.
"Kir?" Kirlia, previously asleep, had woken up due to the thunder. It now fretful, and still skittish. Scared of the thunder? I wondered. Probably.
"Hey there, Kirlia. How are you?" It quivered slightly, and turned a sorrowful look to the window. Poor thing.. I offered it my arms, and it flew into my embrace. "That's a good girl."
Truthfully, I needed a hug as well. The nightmare was reoccurring, but I never got used to it. I don't remember much from before I was five, but what I do remember comes in bits and pieces. The sound of her voice, a soft melody, the feeling of the trophies…
"The trophies!" They were downstairs, in the basement. The basement door wasn't very sturdy, and if this was indeed another one of those territorial floods, the basement would get drenched. And all the trophies, boxes and boxes of them, swept away along with the wooden door. I couldn't let that happen to her. Afterall, she'd come back one day, wouldn't she?
I fled downstairs, Kirlia still in my arms, and out the door. I had forgotten to take an umbrella, and rain was beating on my head. Kirlia hid underneath my shirt for warmth and protection, and prodded my ribs constantly. Still, I ran.
Relief flooded through me when I got there. The door had not yet been swept away. I undid the bolt and ran inside anyway, just in case. Kirlia jumped out from underneath my shirt as we went in, and huddled in an empty box. All of the boxes, labeled and unlabeled, were still in place. Just as I was adjusting one of them, which had moved from it's original position slightly, I felt a tremor underneath my foot.
Slowly but surely, that tremor grew bigger. "What the…" The weatherman had reported more endless rain, not earthquakes. But my next thought went unfinished, because golden trophies suddenly fell on top of me. And everything went black. The last thing I heard was the inquisitive voice of Kirlia. And a low, low humming noise.
A/N: Thank you to my dear readers (and followers!). If it weren't for you, I would have forgotten all about this story and my FF account. I won't take a year to write each chapter; but, it'll definitely take longer than a day. You guys don't mind, right?