Just my take on Pokemon Colosseum. Introduces elements from Essence later on! Anything not owned by me is not owned by me, including characters like Wes and Rui, and Pokemon such as Espeon and Umbreon.
Once, there was a world. Once, there was the Old Order.
And then something went terribly, terribly wrong…
Be guided by the sun
Be guarded by the moon
No longer must you run
For your salvation comes soon…
By day your path is lit
By night your soul is cradled
No longer to fate submit
For there you heart shall be opened
Prologue
Somewhere in Hoenn…
"Are you sure you want to do this? This can't be reversed. After all, we're not one to allow you to turn back on your decisions." A cruel smile curled the lip of the woman that now faced the distraught young lady. Her husband (or maybe her lover) held her hand firmly and stroked her tearstreaked cheek.
"There is nothing else we can do. We have nothing anymore, our parents have disowned us. We have no money, no food, no clothing for our child. Our resources are only enough for us two…but…" At this the lady began to cry once more. "We have no idea what to do except this, ma'am."
In her arms she held a small baby. She handed it to the woman, whose smiled widened even more. In a falsely soothing voice, she said, "You needn't worry, ma'am. Your child will have a good life, and later on when your baby comes of age, I shall take your precious back to you two and you will see how we have raised this little chum."
The husband dipped his head in resignation. "Then it is done. I am sorry, my little baby," he whispered, tickling the baby's feet. "I am so sorry. Please forgive us when you learn of what we have done."
The woman chuckled under her breath and handed the grieving couple a check for 100,000 Poke. "That will be enough for you to find lodging, get food, and find a good, stable job," she promised, although she knew she was lying. "Your child shall be given nothing but the best, I swear upon Lord Rayquaza."
Somewhere else entirely…
"No, no, stop it!"
A flurry of action.
Couldn't hear, couldn't see.
She could barely make out rushing shapes that moved restlessly.
She hid where her parents had placed her, hid for fear of her own life.
"Don't take her away from us! Don't, please! Can't you see? Don't you know who you are? Stop, please, stop! She's our daughter. Why do you want to take her away from us? What drives you to do this?"
There was a horrible, bloodcurdling scream.
She began to chew on her knuckles to prevent herself from crying and thus being heard and found.
She made out black and red shapes that painted the wall, stained the blue paint that had been there before.
"What have you done?"
Her father?
It was all so blurred in her mind. She was terrified.
"Just hand her over like a civilized man and no harm shall come upon you."
She couldn't recognize this voice.
"No, I never will. Get out of my house."
Then she heard a loud BANG. She bit down harder to keep herself from screaming with fright. What was that stranger doing in her house? What did that stranger want?
She gasped as a metallic, warm liquid flowed into her mouth and realized that she had been biting down so hard she was drawing blood. She wiped the blood off onto the floor and curled into a ball, waiting for it all to end, waiting for it all to be over…
"Honey, it's okay. We're safe."
The closet door opened.
Who was it?
It wasn't her mommy. Why was she pretending to be mommy?
She pushed herself backwards to the corner, unable to speak. She was so frightened that she could feel herself trembling all over.
"I'm your mommy, little one. Don't worry, everything is safe."
She refused to move. This wasn't her mommy!
Then the rough hands grabbed her. She screamed, screamed for her mommy or her daddy, only to hear those cruel, cruel words.
"They aren't here for you, honey. They abandoned you. I'm here instead. Isn't that wonderful?"
She screamed aloud, struggling as that strange woman took her away.