Hey people it's Ember. So I have decided on a schedule for updating this that should work; what I'm going to do is update it twice a week, on random days. For instance, this week I'm updating saterday and munday; while next week I might update tuesday and firday. If you guys have any problems with this idea, go ahead and tell me via pm or comment. Speacking of comments, I'm just going to go ahead and reply to the reviews, to anyone that just wants to read the story. and hasn't started to yet(I salute to for being able to withstand my rambling) you can go ahead to the story now.
Akozu Heiwa: Um... I didn't really mean for it to be an obliviashipping story, seeing as I don't really like shipping stuff, but... okay. If you want I can attempt to have a little fluff, nothing serious, but a brother/sister kind of bond, but I can't gerantie that it'll be written well.
Ranger Belle: Wow. I'm not so sure about that being the best opening yet, I'm flattered, to say the least, but I'm not sure I desserve it. I can't tell you who the voices were, except one that should be painfully obvious, because then I'd be spoiling a small part of the plot. As for if I'm going to kill Summer, well,maybe I don't know yet, but I can tell you this: it's a tragedy, someone is going to die. For me, someone has to die for it to be called a tragedy. As for your last question... all I can say is, read on my friend, and you will see if your guess is correct.
Disclaimer: I do not own nintendo or the group that makes the pokemon games, if I did the main games would have a better plot.(wait, plot in a mainstream pokemon game? what is this madness?)
Word Count: 1,963
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One Last Summer
By Ember
Chapter 1
It all started then
It all started at Oblivia, and for the most part, that's where it ended. Well, actually it started at the Pokémon Rangers Head Quarters a few weeks prior, but that's unimportant. Actually, come to think of it, it is a little important. Long story short, Professor Hastings sent my partner, Ben, and I to Oblivia to stop the Pokémon Pinchers, we beat them and now everything's at peace in Oblivia, and Ben and I got a vacation.
I was sitting on the beach located on Renbow Island, the one that faces where Dolce Island used to be. The entire island was obliterated a few weeks ago, five to be exact. Five weeks… in all honesty I couldn't believe it. Everything that happened on that mission lasted a good week in total. A single week was all it took to find Ben, find the guardian signs and save all of Oblivia , except Dolce Island.
"Pichu?" I turned my head and looked down, on the warm sand was the small Pichu with a blue ukulele, a single question was written as clear as the cloudless sky on his face. 'You okay?'
A faint smile crossed my face as the sea breeze blew my milk chocolate colored hair into my bark brown eyes. "I'm fine, Pichu. I guess I'm just still having a hard time believing that Dolce Island is gone. I mean all it took was one hit from that laser and it sunk, the first place I landed on Oblivia and the place I met you and Booker is gone." A sigh escaped my slightly parted lips. "I know I should be over it by now, but still." My somber gaze returned to the exact spot where the island used to be. "All those Pokémon lost a home that day, and I couldn't stop the laser from firing because I was too darn slow." The last four words were spoken harshly laced with self-hatred.
The electric Pokémon climbed onto my lap and put his head against my stomach, nuzzling me. That slight smile from earlier grew a little so that it wasn't invisible to the world. "Pichu pi." The little Pokémon whispered. I think he was telling me that it wasn't my fault and to stop thinking that it was, but it was my fault. If I had just been faster, if I had just gotten on Latias and flew up to the bridge and had her break the window, if I had just done something instead of just standing there enraged listening to Purple Eye's threats then Dolce Island might still be there and all the Pokémon that lived there could still have their original home. My smile vanished at thought.
It was getting late and the sun had started to set over the horizon, the air was becoming a little cooler, but the sand was still fairly warm from the day light. I just sat there, with Pichu still on my lap, watching the sun fall out of the sky and the moon rise behind me. The sky changed from blue, to pink, to gold, to black, and the stars started to ignite like lanterns, one by one until the sky was cluttered and set alight from their flames that would vanish with the suns rising in the morning.
A yawn broke the silence that had lasted for a good ninety minutes as we watched the sunset. I looked down to the small electric Pokémon on my lap- the little guy had curled up and looked like he was about to fall asleep right then and there. "Alright little guy," I whisper softly patting his yellow head "I guess you're right." The smile from earlier that had disappeared chose to return. "Time to go inside."
With a deep breath I gently picked up Pichu and stood up cradling him in my arms against my blue tank top that had a thick white strip coming down the center of it. In all honesty I didn't want to go inside, it was such a pleasant night, clear, not to cold, not to humid or hot, you could hear the Kricketots and Hoothoots from the Teakwood Forest, but… I'm only human, and that means I've got to sleep just like any other living creature.
I walked towards the cabin that was nearby, it was Booker's place, he told me I could stay there if I wanted, so I did. As quietly as I could I opened the wooden door and walked inside, sliding it closed on the way in, Booker tended to head to bed as soon as all the stars had been lite, and at this point they were. Slowly I tip toed past the boat that was still in progress to where the improvised bed they made for me was. Frankly I didn't mind that I was in the room with were all the boat construction took place, it always left the air smelling like woodchips and oak, 'sides I always woke up before Booker and his assistant, Nick, did. Nick's would have been asleep by now, he always went to bed a few minutes after Booker, guess it's because he wants to be a perfect assisant or something, I never bothered to ask.
Gently I place the tiny mouse Pokémon on the cream colored pillow next to the makeshift bed and cover him in a white cloth blanket. He was already asleep by the time his little head touched the pillow. I clambered on the makeshift bed that was laid out of me and tucked myself under the black fleece blanket, my head on the sand colored pillow. It felt like ages before I could finally get to sleep, I don't know why, but I had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach; it was like when you get this bad feeling about something before it even happens, and you just can't shake it. Eventually I managed to push it back far enough so that I could let sleep take me. Though it was by no means peaceful.
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There was a man dressed in a deep green, the green of pine trees, and next to him was a girl dressed in gray, soot gray. They were talking about something in front of a metal door. The lighting was dim, casting a plethora of shadows onto the walls that were laced withpipes and wires that formed intricate mazes. The male and female seemed frantic about something, the reason why, was unknown. I couldn't hear their voices, but I wanted to, I wanted to hear what they were saying, even though this was a dream.
That's when a scream tore through the air. It was unlike any scream I'd ever heard. It sounded like someone was screaming bloody murder, but at the same time it was a scream of pure pain and molten agony. The door slowly opened revealing a man dressed in soil brown. When the door closed it was slammed three of them together looked like someone decided to try and make camouflage and all they did was spill three colors of paint on a wall. The screams could still be heard in the background, though, even though they were muted by the door.
The girl in gray started a conversation with the man who just came out of the room, he seemed furious, boiling over with anger. The man in green joined in. It was as though they were trying to calm him down. But by the looks of it trying to set fire to water would have worked better. All the while the screams continued, though they seemed to be getting quieter and quieter over time, like, whoever it was, was loosing their voice. Part of me wanted to see what was happening in that room behind the closed door. But the other part seemed to be against it completely.
I took a step forward, then another, and another, it was like I couldn't control myself. The three people didn't slow down my movement; in fact it was as though they weren't even there. My body just seemed to phase through them. The screams still echoed from behind the door, I stopped my moving and just listened to it. For some reason the voice sounded familiar. That's when my body started to move again, and phased through the sealed metal door.
All I could see in the room was shadows, shadows, and more shadows. There was nothing in here. Yet there was. Something was moving against the farthest wall. The screams, which had now turned into whimpers and sobs, were coming from it. The closer I got, the colder it seemed to get. Chills were constantly being sent down my spine and my skin was riddled with goose bumps. Soon I could just barely make out the figure. It was…
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I sat up, faster than a lightning bolt, in my makeshift bed. The blanket was on the floor in a heap along with the pillow. Pichu was right next to me, his small paws on my arms, looking at me with questioning eyes. Slowly I raised my hand to my head, only to find it covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. "Pichu?"
"I'm fine, Pichu. Just a bad dream." That was a complete lie. I wasn't 'fine' by any stretch of the word. But, Pichu seemed satisfied by that answer, so he snuggled up into the pillow and fell asleep again within seconds. That dream had actually scared me a little. "Who was that person…?" I whisper under my breath looking at the unfinished boat. About ten questions were making their way through my mind as fast as lightning, maybe even more that I weren't able to grasp, but I didn't want to worry about it. Not now, not here.
Slowly I rose to my feet and walked over to the door, kneeling down to put on my yellow socks, and blue sneakers with a red strip coming down most of the center and a white strap crossing over horizontally over the middle. With a deep breath I stepped out the front door and closed it as quietly as possible. I needed some time to myself. Maybe latter I could tell Ben about this. Then again… why should I bug him with something as silly as a nightmare? I lowered my head to the ground, staring at the dark tan sand. "Still…"
Maybe I should tell him… but maybe I shouldn't. Who were those three people? Why did they have that person, and were clearly hurting them? Who was that person anyway? If only I hadn't woke up, then, maybe, I would know."Stop it, Summer." I mutter to myself. "It was just a dream, get over it." I raised my head and turned my gaze over to the ocean. "What if… it wasn't a dream…?" An almost silent chuckle escaped my lips. "Course it was a dream, what else could it be?" My mind seemed to reason.
The sun was starting to rise, bringing with it a new day. "Maybe I should tell Ben… nah… he shouldn't have to worry about it. 'Sides he'll just tell me I'm overreacting over a little dream." With that matter being settled I continued to walk on the sand. Not realizing what was about to happen would cause me, not only more sleepless nights, but everything. And it would make me wonder: why didn't I tell anyone?
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Thanks for reading, and, with any luck, I'll see you next week. Later.