A Colran Dawn


Sunday 2nd January 1966

The train slipped behind the dam's waterfall as the dawn broke, plunging the carriage into darkness for a few seconds. The rails took a sharp turn leading into the base of the concrete wall. The archway trailed into a marble-coated train station. The purple glow of the lampent leaked into the carriage through the small window. Erik nudged Aaron awake with a scowl on his face.

"Where the fuck are we?" Erik barked.

"Quigk, Colran," Aaron said. "You didn't notice us go over the border? Damn Erik."

"Fuck! We are so fucked! Damn it… if they find us, we are dead. We are so, so dead!" Erik shouted, pacing rapidly.

"Remember, no Elkrat. We must speak, Colrat," Mylious whispered, trying to sit up as the toxins still roamed in his bloodstream. We shouldn't even be here. He thought, I want to go home, as he fought back the tears that wanted to burst through.

Aaron nodded at Mylious and Erik. Aaron pulled himself onto his feet. He felt sick, but he had no choice but to push forward. He shuffled out of the compartment along the tight Colran train's corridor. Geesh, there are a ton of Colran Lords out and about today, he thought as he jumped onto the platform and rushed forward, only to look back at the train. We did it. We actually did it. Take that, you old bastard.

"First time in the capital, boys?" a gruff voice said from behind. "Elkran shouldn't be here."

Oh, shit… Erik is still in his uniform without a coat on, Aaron turned to look at his brother, who staggered back, pressing himself against the train.

Mylious turned around and saw a Lord and Lady in their guard's uniforms holding hands. His stomach began to churn as he stepped back at the sight of the Colran green jackets. Fuck, what do I do? What do I say? Fuck I was supposed to bow. Not supposed to be here… when Lord Piscar finds out, we are dead. He will hang me if I am lucky. What if I am not lucky? What will he do then? Mylious thought as he grabbed his throat. I can't breathe. What if Lord De Jou finds out we are here? We are going to cause a war accidentally. I can't… I can't breathe! He felt a soft touch on his arm as the Lady got behind him. Her soft brown eyes glanced at him. Her long brown hair was platted, but he couldn't get a good look without feeling more anxious.

"On it, Lady Ashleigh," Lord Xanthe responded. His gruff voice matched his rugged expression. His dark purple eyes almost blended with his thick black hair as he tugged down on his green jacket and placed a hand on his sword's hilt.

"Don't touch me!" Mylious shouted out in Elkrat and drew his knife. "You w-w-will k-k-kill me." His palms turned sweaty, and his fingers could not wrap around his poké ball. It fell out of his hand and rolled across the floor.

Smoke started to fill the station, and the remaining civilians flooded out as fast as they could. Between Mylious and Lady Ashleigh, his large, black houndoom appeared, shaking the bones that lined her back and bowing her head before letting out a howl. Her twisted horns were sharp, and the smoke that had filled the room came from her orange-furred mouth. Before Mylious could open his mouth to stop her, she spat fire.

"It's using flamethrower, Minallo, take the damage! Lord Bradford, Lord Xanthe, let's deal with this," the Lady called out, tossing forward a green poké ball. In front of the houndoom, a 9ft rocky giant appeared, his body filled with hot coals, and its mouth opened to let out steam. Steam engine will make this quick. The coalossal roared and more steam poured out of its mouth. The Lady pointed at the houndoom, and the coals on his back started to shake and rise and flew forward at the houndoom.

"Menerak!" Mylious shouted, stumbling onto his back.

"Damn it! Can't you do anything right?" Erik shouted at Mylious, throwing a poké ball into the fray. His dhelmise sprung up, slowly, allowing the coals to strike its body. His dhelmise's anchor-like body swung around, slammed into the station's floor and tore it up. The seaweed attached to him started to tear, and his circular wheel-like face winced in pain. Fuck, that ancient power did so much damage. Dakix can't take another hit like that. "Retreat! Use phantom force!" Out of the corner of Erik's eye, he saw a bright light extending out of one of Lor Xanthe's rings on his left ring finger. Erik heard the clunk of the metal base of the poké ball hit the ground and roll, and the light converged onto the pokémon. A hollow, ghostly cry echoed in the station. That's… oh fuck… that's a mega chandelure… Erik looked up to the others and shouted, "It has battle bond! Get rid of it!" He clutched his mega stone tightly in his hand.

The mega chandelure's green flame flickered, and its head moulded into a long, thin tube, and the candles that once were bound by the black twisted, chandelier-like attachments on its body floated freely around. Its flames exploded at a flick of a wrist, and the scorching balls of fire coursed through the air.

"I can mega evolve, too!" Erik shouted out, crossing his arms. Amongst the shadows, his dhelmise began his mega evolution, as his top half converted, producing a thick chain that dropped itself towards his anchor-shaped body.

The scorching balls of fire spun rapidly through the air slamming into anything in sight. The first fireball from the chadelure's overheat smashed into the large coalossal, making the giant pokémon wobble from the strike. Something which caught Mylious's attention, and he took his eyes off of his houndoom for just a second. His stomach sunk as he saw the giant fireball heading straight for him. Instinctively, the joltik that had been sitting in his pocket leapt out and attempted to fire an electroweb into the fire. The loose webbed string, charged with electricity shot forward, however, it melted under the scorching heat of the chandelure's attack, splitting off into several more petite balls.

The joltik let out a scream of pain as the fire scorched her hairs on her body, setting her alight. Mylious's eyes shot open and he couldn't move. However, just as the smaller fireball went to strike him his houndoom dived into the way. Her body glowed a soft red and orange as she absorbed the fire, and charged her own firepower. She turned her head to see the joltik collapse onto the floor.

"Good job! Idiot!" Erik shouted out. "Now it's going to be faster and stronger!" Erik gestured to the boosted chandelure, which was now moving faster and more aggressively.

Aaron's voice deepened as he shouted back, "Piss off, Erik! Dragon rush, Irkaknok!" He tossed his poké ball forward, into the fiery fray. The salamence flew up, spreading his large red wings out, however, his ascent was quickly halted by the low train station ceiling. His blue scales seemed to grey a little amongst the flames as he charged forward. He drew his sharp teeth and roared as his wings slammed into the mega chandelure, sending it spinning.

"S-s-stop insulting me, you f-f-f-fuck!" Mylious shouted back at Erik, finally regaining some focus. "Menerak, back Aaron up w-w-w-with dark pulse!" he tossed his hands forward, showing his knife. "Erik, watch out!" Mylious barked.

Erik swivelled as Lord Xanthe drew his blade and swung at Erik. Erik fell backward and grabbed his own sword, swinging up in an uppercut to block the tip of the Colran Guard's sword from slashing through his skin.

Behind Erik, the houndoom's dark pulse darted through the ground and slammed into the chandelure. A hollow cry echoed through the station, as the mega pokémon struggled to stay afloat.

"Damn kid…" the Lord Xanthe called out, turning to the other Lord Bradford who had finally decided to step in. "You have asked for it now… brats."

"Sharella!" Lord Bradford shouted out as he took off his Guard's cap, revealing his shaggy blond hair. His green eyes glistened in the lampent light as he tossed the poké ball forward. "Finish the salamence off!" A bright light appeared in the middle of the battlefield.

Aaron rushed forward and shouted, "What is that?" his face screwed up, and he didn't know what to do. The golden bright light started to shoot forward towards his salamence. His legs began to wobble and he tried to draw his sword. The beam knocked him onto his feet, spitting up parts of the train station's floor towards him. "Gah! Fuck! Irkaknok watch out!"

The salamence, unable to gain any height feels the heat of the fickle beam shooting towards him.

"Protect, Hishrak!" Clarence shouted out, jumping out from the train carriage, with his alakazam behind him. "What the fuck is that?" He glanced over at the pokémon, unsure what to make of it. A blue protective shield appeared in front of the salamence's tail. The golden glow from the fickle beam collided with it, leaving an echoing boom in the station.

The Lord Bradford rushes forward at Aaron, knocking him onto his back. "Surrender, boy! Or would you rather my Hydrapple eat you?"

Aaron glanced back up at the large pokémon, with its long green, snaking neck peering down at him. With a body shaped like an apple, how the fuck does it even move? Aaron thought, ignoring the Lord's shouting. However, before he could issue another order to his salamence, Lord Bradford's blade pressed against his neck. Quickly, Aaron rolled to the side and pushed the blade away with his sword. "Damn you!" However, it was too late. Rocks were already flying through the air and crashed into his salamence's wings, sending him into the train, toppling the empty cart over.

"Close the fucking station!" Lady Ashleigh shouted out. "Don't let any trains in until this is cleaned up." She tapped on the device around her wrist, furiously. "Good shot!" She called out to the coalossal.

Clarence looked around and his heart started to race. The salamence had disappeared from view. "Hishrak…" he muttered and took a deep breath. "Let's go! Cover your ears!" Clarence called out to Mylious, Aaron and Erik. "Psycho-screech!"

A high-pitched psychic wave emitted from the alakazam's mind, bouncing off the train station's wall. The walls started to shake and the Lords and Lady covered their ears as the psychic waves pierced their minds.

The coal-topped rocky body of the coalossal began to strain from the screeching that echoed around him and in his mind. The hydrapple, who stood proud and energetic a moment ago, swung her neck around, almost in an attempt to shake the sound out of her head.

"Smart move," the Lord Xanthe noted, seeing the waves surround Mylious's houndoom, as the pokémon snarled eager to attack again. It's a psychic-type attack, or the houndoom would be out for the count. Damn it, Minallo took a lot of damage; nevertheless, we all have another five pokémon and our blades, and right now, we are up. The Lord dashed forward, slamming Erik as hard as he could in the stomach before slashing him.

"Yaow!" Erik screamed, falling over as the blade cut through his uniform and protective armour. His dhelmise appeared from the shadows, swinging hits anchor around, aiming for the Lord in a desperate attempt to send him flying off of his trainer's injured body. However, the Lord rolled out of the way with precision and dexterity. The dhelmise's anchor collided with the mega chandelure and, with the power of the phantom force attack, sent her up into the train station's ceiling, cracking it. The tiles started to fall as the chandelure collapsed onto the floor unconscious and badly injured.

"Brat!" Lord Xanthe shouted, smashing Erik's shoulder with his sword's hilt. The pain shot through Erik's body, and he threw up in response. "Stay down!" His eyes turned to Lady Ashleigh, who was standing firm. Her sword was drawn and ready to attack Aaron.

"Scorching sands, Minallo." Her voice is cold as the ground underneath Mylious's houndoom, the other Lord's hydrapple, Clarence's alakazam, Clarence, Mylious, and Aaron start to melt away, burning.

Aaron's legs started to shake, and he slipped into the sand, burning his shins. He attempted to swing with his sword, but the pain spreading through him echoed through his body. "Stop!" Aaron cried out to Lady Ashleigh, hoping she would order the coalossal would let up on the attack. "I'll fucking crush you!" he yelled out.

The scorching hot sand engulfed the base of the hydrapple; however, the scales on the hydrapple's body fought off the pain. Meanwhile, Mylious's houndoom's black paws sunk into the sands, and she desperately tried to dig herself out.

"Menerak!" Mylious called out. Pain surged through his leg, and blood trickled down his leg. "W-what?" His vision started to wobble as he felt a hand on his shoulder. "No! D-don't touch me!" Mylious shouted.

"Easy, boy." Lord Bradford's grip loosened, and he crouched down next to Mylious, taking his sword away. "Breathe in and out. Your battle is over." His eyes glanced at the houndoom as she got spat out by the swirling, scorching sands and rolled onto the floor unconscious and covered in small sand splinters.

Clarence, who was beginning to sink into the sand, could feel his trouser legs starting to scorch away, and he jumped up. "Fuck!" His eyes turned to his alakazam, who was being sucked in, and he seemingly didn't care until his legs got nicked by the sand. His eyes turned red, and he let out a loud shriek in annoyance. The train started to glow a soft pink for a moment. The carriage's brown body began to float upward, shaking. "Hishrak!" Clarence shouted, rushing over to him and pushing himself through the scorching sands. "I have a rawst berry, somewhere… in my bag… I'm sure I do!"

"Clarence, no! Finish the ekans-apple pokémon!" Aaron shouted out as Lady Ashleigh approached him. "Ishnarok, help me!" His voice strained as he sunk deeper into the scorching hot sands. His salamence, injured, climbed out of the wrecked train carriage and began to flap his wings, dashing forward. "Fuck you, Clarence!" Aaron shouted out as he saw the hydrapple's scales glow a soft green and begin to heal from the scorching heat. "You could have ended this!"

"Piss off, Aaron!" Clarence called back as he reached for his alakazam. His eyes scanned around, looking for Erik's dhelmise, who seemingly had faded back into the shadows. "Where the hell…?"

Aaron felt the coat he was dressed in being grabbed from the back. "Gah!" he shouted out as he was yanked up out of the sand. "Ishnarok, hurry up!" he shouted.

Lady Ashleigh ducked as the salamence swung over her head toward the hydrapple. "Bradford!"

"That thing is still going? Fickle beam!" Lord Bradford called out, glancing up from Mylious, who was shaking on the floor.

With a flick of her snake-like tongue, the glowing beam started to spew out of the dragon's mouth. The beam surged forward and struck the salamence mid-flight, sending him ploughing into the ground in a heap. Her additional heads peered out from inside her body and let out a celebratory roar.

"What the fuck was that?!" Aaron shouted as he tugged and pulled, trying to escape Lady Ashleigh's grip.

"I got him, don't worry." Lord Bradford approached Lord Xanthe and the injured Erik. "You might need to help Lady Ashleigh with the other one. He turned to Erik, who was sobbing in pain and bleeding. "My boy, let's sit you up now." He eased Erik up into the sitting position and shuffled him over next to Mylious.

"N-now… Dakix…." Erik wheezed as his mega stone continued to glow. Out of the shadows, the mega dhelmise began to swing his anchor around, gaining momentum, hoping to land another phantom force strike. However, the fickle beam continued to rush and expand, smashing into the dhelmise, sending the mega pokémon hurtling toward central pillar of the train station.

A loud explosive sound rattled the marble pillars of the station, and Mylious grabbed his ears. He turned to see Aaron fall onto his back. To his surprise, Clarence had managed to create a small psychic shield in front of his face. He swung his arm down and pushed Lord Xanthe back.

"What did you do?" Clarence shouted at Aaron. "Why the fuck is he here?" Clarence glared at Erik. Despite Clarence's attempts to protect himself, the marble continued to fall towards him. He toppled over and was violently sick on the platform's floor. He pushed his blue hair out of his face to avoid coating it with vomit, but he felt his body ache all over. "Hishrak… help…" he muttered.

"What seems to be the issue?" a chipper voice rang out.

"Issue. The issue," a second voice sang.

"Oh my. What are four Elkran children – wait, no – young Lords doing here? I will take a little guess and say you don't have a visa to be here. You don't have any form of ID. You have no relatives in Colran who can come and pick you up from the jail you are about to be sent to for disturbing the peace, and you certainly don't have any right or reason to have attacked these Guard members." The man's brown hair had an amber glow, and his brown eyes sparkled in the lampent light. His green jacket was perfectly ironed and had no wrinkles in the cotton as it draped over his white shirt and green tie.

"Before I order you to be thrown in jail… I will be reasonable. Let's try a question. You are Piscar's son, are you not?" He glanced over at Erik, who was holding his stomach and trying not to throw up, and then back at Aaron, who was remarkably trying to get up onto his feet.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Aaron replied, gritting his teeth.

"Kid, let's keep this simple. I ask a question. You tell me the truth. You look exactly like him, except for the green hair." The Lord crouched down beside Aaron and looked up at him. He turned to see Erik, who had started to sniffle in pain. "Can you take care of him, sweet Combee, please?" he whispered to the Lady standing behind him. "Bradford, Xanthe, Ashleigh, thank you for your service as always."

The Lady nodded, walked over to Erik, and helped him sit upright.

"This is… is… is… is… it. We are g-going to d-die here…" Mylious wheezed out. He stared down at his shaking hands. "It is all m-my f-fault."

The Lord's eyes glanced over at Mylious, who his knife had stabbed during the quarrel. Damn it, kid, the Lord thought as he looked over to Lord Xanthe, Lord Bradford and Lady Ashleigh who had a few marks on their skin from the fight, but very little of note. What happened here? Mother of darkrai, how could you even stand, boy? He remarked, noticing the arrows sticking out of Mylious's leg.

Aaron glanced at the Lord and quickly said, "Alright, I am his kid, and I attacked them. They just wanted to protect me and my brother. So… arrest me instead and let my friends go! Or… Or I'll send out my steelix."

"Kid, I have eight level 100 pokémon on me." The Lord sat up. "Threatening me won't work."

"E-eight?" Aaron felt nauseous and stepped back. "Y-you are Lord Elite De Jou. What the fuck?! I will fight you and protect my friends!" Aaron wobbled as he glanced up at the Colran ruler, who had simply raised an eyebrow at his threat.