From The Dark Trouble Comes

My head felt light as I slowly began to wake up. Trying to open my eyes to see pitch black darkness. As I tried to find my legs still too weak and fell back down on the floor. I couldn't tell where I was there was no noise or smells either.

Sitting there for a few minutes as my head slowly cleared I then remembered what had happened. Attempting to stand up once more to find a wall behind me using it for support I stood up and as I did I could hear a door open then close and the foot steps of people approaching.

A light above me turned on to reveal that I was surrounded by glass. Looking to the direction where the noise had come from to see three shadows outside the glass walls. I could hear there voices slightly as they were muffled by the glass. A male voice said "Is it ready yet?"

The voice that talked next I wasn't able to make out other then the word "orb"

Another talked after it different then the first or second voice "You think he can handle it?"

Then the first voice replied "Guess we'll find out won't we?"

I could hear the sounds of a machine running it came from above me and slowly a small sphere of light drifted down. It had appeared from thin air it wasn't bright enough to reveal anyone in the darkness but something was odd about it. As it drifted down I continued to look at it. It almost didn't seem real and as it came close enough down stopping in front of my face I could see my reflection in it. My short red hair was messy and my white suit that I usually wore was stained with dirt and dust. Reaching towards the orb I touched it to find it ice cold almost as if it was a stone. But in the instant that I touched it my vision went white the entire room faded away. Attempting to walk forward to find that I couldn't move my entire body was frozen.

It felt like ages that I was like that but the next time that I went to move I could. Looking around me to see only white but just as I stopped looking I could see a red fire in the distance. As I blinked it came closer until it was in front of me but it wasn't a fire but a Pokemon. It was floating surrounded in a red orb. Reaching out to touch it but my body froze again a searing pain came from my chest. It grew worse with every breath until it felt like something was being ripped out of my chest. Looking down to my chest I could see something red with a bit of white swirled in coming out of my chest. Slowly I could feel my body becoming cold I couldn't look at what was happening anymore though but as I looked over to the Pokemon it also looked like it was in pain. I couldn't clearly see what it was but I still could tell from the way it was breathing that it was also in pain. As it went on it felt like with each passing second I was getting colder and the pain more intense until it stopped. I couldn't feel anything not wanting to look down at my chest to see it again but I did. The thing that had been coming out of my chest was floating in front of me in a sphere like shape. Slowly it started to drift towards the Pokemon and just as it was a inch away something happened. It shattered like glass and fell to the ground as a puddle but I still couldn't feel anything it was almost as if I was dead.

All that had happened ran threw my head was it really going to end here? The only thing I would regret then would be leaving Rikua behind and my mother. If it just hadn't been for my dad doing what he did that one day I wouldn't be dying right now.

I had thought over that night many times before but had been no different. My name had originally been Ealdræd but I had never liked it. Orpheus my father though never let me say anything about it. He had made millions of dollars before I was born and always said I would be the one to take over the fortune but I had always wanted to train Pokemon rather then live in a cushy life. He however would never let me always keeping me locked away from everything the world was. I had a little sister who he favored more then me always. She was born with icy blue hair like him and our mother while mine was a fiery red. My mom always loved me anyway she'd buy books about Pokemon when ever she could and gave them to me as presents. On my 17th birthday she got me a specially colored pokeball to keep until I was 18 and could begin a Pokemon journey without my father stopping me but as she gave it to me my father came into the room. He was furious at her but I had taken enough from him and we got into an argument like we usually had but this one went a lot further then normal.

Yelling at him I said "You can't stop me I can survive without you! Just watch me!" I grabbed the pokeball and ran out the door. In my fit of rage I had managed to get a ways away from the house but my mom had found me anyway. She gave me a ticket for a bus that stopped around here and a paper saying that she had enrolled me in a Pokemon Academy. Even though I didn't want to leave her I knew that it was the only way I could prove to my father that Pokemon weren't as bad as he thought they were. Waving and saying my final words to her I got on the bus and started a new. First by changing my name to what it is now Flame because of my hair what he hated most.

Tears rolled down my face even if this was how it ended I still had fun anyway...