A/N: Hey, Zephyr here. So you may not know what happened to the original "Light of the Moon" story on here. Well, I have decided to delete it due to it being kinda half-assed throughout the last few chapters of it.
It's not cancelled, however it's going to be remastered and the chapters will have better segments than the previous. Originally it was named "Light of the Moon", but the originall story doesn't really had its focus towards Lunala, so it's going to be "Sacred Bolts" instead.
A few chapters will contain some backstories of the main characters but this time it's going to be focused on a certain Boltund currently on my Sword team; Oakley.
I haven't been active as much, due to the fact I was going on trips, plus some emotional health issues but at this point I'm doing better now.
With that being said, let's get onto the story.
-Zephyr/Pugsley
A sneasel scrambles its limbs onto the ground. Its ears dancing with the breeze and panting with exhaustion. There's no trouble out here in the Weavile tribe, but someone in mind appeared to be playing with each other. A sneasel with one other is seen playing tag outside.
"I'm gonna get you, Viv!" Shouted the female sneasel as she raised her claw to touch her shoulder, but thanks to the other's instincts, she is known to be quick on her feet.
A sneasel; named "Vivian" appeared to be "chased" by another sneasel. Vivian was on the verge of passing out, but in her mind she wasn't there to give up yet. Running as fast as she could, she turns around and dodges the other as she was about to lay a claw on her shoulder.
"I'mma tag you!" Said the female sneasel before Vivian could say something else, only for her to bump into the Weavile that stood in front of her. She fell onto the ground and slowly got up, only for the other female to slam her claws onto her shoulders as a result in "tagging her".
"Tag! You're it! TAG! YOU'RE IT!" Shouted the sneasel before she stopped slapping Vivian's shoulders as she averted her gaze over to the large Weavile that stood in front of them.
"Kyla, head back to the outpost." Said the weavile, its voice masuline and gruff. The female sneasel that tagged Vivian nodded and soon headed over to the outpost nearby. "And Vivian, we need to talk."
Vivian at first thought she was already in trouble, but knowing that the weavile hadn't seen her cause any trouble, she knew what was coming. Following the weavile's tracks, they both stopped and sat down by a nearby pine tree stump. "Vivian, do you know why I called you out here?"
The sneasel's eyes focused on the male's, then nodded at breakneck speed; thinking he was there to punish her but in fact he wasn't. "You're not punished, but I want you to know in your future as a weavile like me."
"Am I going to be a weavile!?" Vivian asked, "Does that mean I get to be like you!?"
"It means you'll get to be like me, but not in a long while." The male weavile responded as he placed a claw against Vivian's head. "You're now a female sneasel, Vivian, which means in your future you get to form a clan of your own."
"But, if I form a clan of my own, do I have to bring others from your clan over?"
The male nodded in response. "So that means I find wild sneasels and keep them as..clan members?"
"Exactly." The weavile replied, "You don't bring other members of our clan once you form one. You form a tribe and find others outside the clan."
"Oooh, so now I understand!" Vivian said, her smile growing. "Now I know what it feels like to be a clan leader!"
"Vivian, you don't get to be a clan leader until you're old enough to do so. Besides, if you go out on your own at this age, predators that big'll snap- I mean, kill you." The male explained as he got up and noticed the other weavile out in the distance. "When I was your age, I suffered a huge scar on my face and it was painful enough as it is."
Vivian averted her gaze over to the large scar on the weavile's face. "So that's what a scar looks like."
"Yes, Vivian. And it's painful.." The male responded huskily, "Painful enough to make you pass out."
"But what if you don't get a scar?" The female sneasel asked, curious about the large scar on her leader's face. "If you don't get a scar, does that make you look-"
"Normal, Vivian. If I don't have one, it makes me look like I haven't had a battle before." The male weavile stepped away and kept his focus on the other nearby. "Besides, if you have a scar on your face, it looks like you've gotten yourself into a battle."
When she was a kit, she never had real parents. As an orphan, she soon became part of the tribe; her leader's tribe. Both her parents died in a serious earthquake which left her the only survivor in the family. Less than a year later, he found Vivian, lying on the ground, tear streaked matted onto her fur.
She never knew what the weavile's name is, but it answered; "Griff".
"Iris." Said the clan leader as he stepped towards it. It was a female weavile, she was seen wearing a purple flower attached to her ear. "We need others to keep on track for any outsiders."
She nodded. "Clan members! Keep on track for-"
"You don't need to repeat what I said." Said the stern Griff. "We need other clan members of the tribe to make sure no other villagers are at our premises. Otherwise they'll leave blood from us."
Vivian shook at the last few words Griff had let out. Does that really mean there are outsiders at the premises? Of course not, she thinks. At first glance when she hears the bushes rustle, she knew there was an outsider nearby. Making sure it wasn't there, she checked the bushes to find out no one was there. Just her and the bushes dancing with the breeze.
She takes her head out of the bushes to notice Griff, staring at her with a confused expression. "Are there any outsiders nearby!?"
"N-Nope! None at all!"
At a village nearby lies a small yamper, laying beside its father. It was a Boltund; named "Rai", his eyes were focused on the pups that were laying beside him, heads resting onto his torso. One was a Rockruff. "Do you really think these should grow up into stronger explorers like us?"
A midday lycanroc; named "Lila", stopped and turned over to her Boltund mate. "They've both hatched earlier, dear. In a long while they'll be in training."
"A long while means in less than a month, right?" The Boltund asked Lila, "I mean, if they grow up soon enough, would they be trained enough to become journeydogs?"
"One would choose not to be a journeydog, Rai." Lila responded, her voice gentle, "One would grow up into a warrior, one would choose to attend a job and care for itself."
The Boltund sighed and averted his eyes back onto the pups close to him. "Do you think they shall be given names?"
The lycanroc stopped and turned back at the pups that were resting onto Rai's body. "Oakley..Rocky.."
Rai then focused his eyes onto the yamper. "Oakley.." Then back at the Rockruff, "Rocky.. Those are excellent names."
Ever since both canines hatched from the eggs, Rai knew what to name them. Oakley and Rocky, these were the names that were chosen by him, and one fits a certain warrior growing up, while the other in order to care for oneself. Yampers according to Rai are excellent in training demands, and they could never give up unless stated otherwise.
And they're known to be quick on their feet, so if one ever tries to touch a Yamper, they would instantly run off at less than a hundred miles per hour.
A long while has passed, and the yamper can be seen outside the village house, bashing her head against a rock. Thankfully the impact wasn't painful, but it was shockingly strong enough to leave it into pieces. Landing onto the ground, she turns back to the rockruff, staring at her in shock.
"And that's how it's done!" Oakley shouted enthusiastically, "You just gonna channel your inner energy in order to make your moves stronger!"
"But, Oakley, you've done enough damage to that rock over there. Look how many pieces there was right now!" Rocky shook as he focused on the shattered rock pieces on the ground. "How are we supposed to clean that up!?"
"As an obidient yamper myself, I will-"
"Oakley, I'll clean it up." Spoke the familiar voice that was heard in the distance. She stopped and noticed Rai, carrying a broom in his mouth. He dropped the broom and finished his sentence. "You're still too young to do chores yourself. Besides, I'm the one who'll be doing thing until you're old enough to do so."
"But, Daaad! I'm supposed to clean it up! It's my turn!" Oakley whined, "Why don't I get to clean things up? You know I'm supposed to be the one who's doing the chores!"
"Oakley, you're not doing any of those chores until you're old enough. When I was your age, I had to wait a long while until I got to do them." Said Rai as he sweeped away the leftover rock pieces off the ground. "Again, you're not old enough until I said you can do them."
"Yah, your Dad's right, Oakley. You just gotta wait a little while u-"
"Long while, Rocky.." Rai corrected. "Approximately until she's old enough; about as a teen.."
Oakley sighed and went back to where her mother is, standing onto a rock nearby. She stepped over and took a few moments to figure out what she was doing. "Mom, what are you doing out there alone?"
"I'm on watch, Oakley." Lila responded, her eyes focused onto a large bushy border several miles away from the village. "The clan's too close to ours, and we're afraid the tribe's going to take over eventually."
Oakley opened her muzzle to say something, but remembering her father's orders, she then paused. "Rai's mother got killed before, and we don't want this to happen to our pups.."
"Me?"
"Yes, especially you, Oakley. Until you're old and strong enough to fight them back, I can't have you outside the village at this point." Lila explained as a matter of fact. "Weaviles and sneasels are known to be killers, so we can't have you go near them."
"But what if they're friendly?" Oakley asked, "If they're friendly, what if they try to kill me?"
"Oakley, it doesn't matter if they're friendly or not, we can't let outsiders of any 'Mon kind to try and hurt you." Lila sighed in response, "Again, until you're old enough, we can't let them lay a single claw on you. Otherwise you'll die."
The yamper focused her gaze onto the border out in the distance. Could there be any sneasels or weavile out there? Growing up trained as a strong yamper, she still didn't bother going near any dark-types, knowing that she would be killed in less than a minute.
"Go on and explore the village for a bit. We'll call you for dinner this evening.." Said Lila, and Oakley nodded.
At first she didn't like the idea, but as she grew up, she knew where to find her home; the house where both Rai and Lila reside. Once a shy yamper to a brave canine like her, exploring the village wouldn't be much of a hassle.
Rai still protected her to this day, but when she grows up into a Boltund, she would have to let herself go to become an explorer. Training as an explorer herself, she roamed around Stone Town; the hospital, the nearby dining area, the explorer outpost, even the delivery outpost as well, but there's something that left her very confused.
As her paws stepped onto the concrete ground, Oakley was too busy focusing on the entirety of the village to notice a certain dog nearby. Bumping onto the bulldog in front of her, she stumbled onto the ground before she quickly got up, taking a few moments to figure out who that look belonged to.
"YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU MANGY MUTT!" Yelled the bulldog as it scrambled its legs in an attempt to back away, but the yamper was still there, staring at her in bewilderment. It was a snubbull, a shiny snubbull. It had magenta splotches all over her face and body, and her fur was matted with sweat and fading tear streaks. "GO ON I SA-"
"What are you supposed to be?" Asked Oakley, "I'm a yamper! And you must be..."
"I'm a snubbull, alright? Now get that excited look away from me.." Snarled the snubbull as it backed away. "I don't trust Pokemon who want to hurt me.."
"I-I'm not here to hurt you! I'm just a yamper! A friendly yamper!" Oakley replied as she tried to place a paw against the snubbull's head, only for the dog to swing her full being away from her. "I'm not like other outsiders, you know?"
The shiny snubbull thought for a moment. At first she saw what she thought was a Poochyena, but as he vision cleared, it turns out to be an electric corgi wanting to make friends. "A yamper.. Aren't yampers supposed to be outsiders?"
"I'm not an outsider. I was born and raised here." Oakley said sternly, "I'm not raised outside the village nor look like a dark type."
The snubbull sighed in relief. "So, do you know what your name is?"
And then the bulldog answered, "Penny.."
"Cool! My name's Oakley! Say, how about-"
"We just met, Oakley.." Said the stern shiny. "Besides, I don't wan't to get hurt by some evil boltund."
"They're not evil, Penny. They raised me like a gentle Pokemon. And maybe you should too.." Oakley snarled as she stepped closer to her. "If you we're being so snarky right now, then maybe they should-"
"I ran off, ALRIGHT! Now can we end this for once!?" Shouted the snubbull as she stepped away from the yamper, her eyes froze after hearing what she had yelled out. "I ran away because..my old home got raided.."
"Y-Your old village got..raided? By who?"
"Not weaviles, but some freakin' Bisharps. They kidnapped and killed my family there, and I had no choice but to run off.." Penny sighed, "I was the only survivor in this family, and I was lucky none of them kidnapped me."
Oakley stood silent. She hasn't heard something this devastating before. "Penny, I-I'm so sorry.."
"It's fine, but at least I'm here, am I?" Asked the snubbull as she averted her eyes to Rai out in the open village. "That must be your.."
"Dad! Yes! That must be him!" Shouted the enthusiastic yamper. "Maybe if you ask him, I'm sure he'll let you stay for a while!"
Penny thought for a moment. Was she really going to trust a boltund with huge survival instincts? Without a choice, she nodded and reached to where Rai was standing, finishing his chores. "Ah! Oakley! There you-"
"I met a new friend today! Her name's Penny!" Oakley said with glee, "I found her as a..sole survi-"
A sole survivor-" Rai stopped as he heard what Oakley said to him. "Oakley, did you say that snubbull right next to you is a sole survivor!? Of what!?"
"She told me she's a sole survivor of the Bisharp raid. She couldn't remember when that happened, but she told me she's lucky enough to run off without getting kidnapped.." Oakley explained, leaving her father in shock. "She although made it alive with no scars or-"
"We need to get her some assistance, ASAP!" Rai shouted as he grabbed the snubbul by the scruff of her neck. "We got a sole survivor out here in the village!"
"WAIT! DAD! SHE'S NOT HURT!" Oakley yelled in an attempt to stop her father, but to no avail, the Boltund kept running like there's no tomorrow. "DAD! SHE'S NOT INJURED!"
"Oakley, I know she's not injured, but we need to-"
"She told me her family's killed!"
Rai stopped and placed Penny onto the ground. "Her..family's...killed?"
"Y-Yes, she told me her family got killed..her parents.." Oakley sighed sadly, "Her parents got killed in a Bisharp raid.."
The boltund let out a deep sigh. "Alright, Oakley. Let's shelter her for a while until she's brave enough to live on her own.."
-End of Prologue-