Post by Ayra Calaenlen on Aug 30, 2007 14:55:44 GMT -5
--Fifty years ago…--
“Harold dear, would you please go pick mommy some tomatoes from her garden?” a young woman smiled at the young boy that was standing beside her as she washed dishes. Her long, deep brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and then arranged so it hung down her right shoulder. Her blue eyes twinkled happily as she looked at her son and continued smiling.
“Sure mom!” he replied happily, darting towards the door. His slightly curled hair bounced merrily upon his head as he jumped out into the brilliant sunlight. The roar of the sea could be heard in the near distance, and the reflection on the water could just be seen. This place wasn’t called Seaside Village for nothing.
The young boy ran eagerly to the garden and bent down, plucking the plump red tomatoes two at a time and setting them in the ‘basket’ he had made but grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up. He piled the vegetables until they were almost ready to topple out of his shirt and turned to run back in the house. Though, he paused - -
Sitting on the ground in front of the door that lead back into the house was a small, ebony black bird with a plume that rather resembled a witch’s hat. It blinked its blood ruby eyes, tilting its head slightly as it stared up at the young boy who had froze upon sight of the creature, quivering and shaking in what looked like fear. It was a Murkrow…
Murkrows were dreaded in the small village of Seaside, for it was said that it was a bad omen to see such a Pokemon in this quaint and quiet town. One hadn’t been seen here in centuries, and for one to just appear like it did now… Harold was complete terrified.
“Mom!” he shouted suddenly, his eyes never leaving those of the black bird as it continued staring at him, taking a slow step towards the young boy. “Mom!” he shouted again, dropping the tomatoes as he took a step back. It was rather odd that one would fear such a creature, its beak may be sharp, but they normally didn’t attack defenseless people, yet, the child was turning as white as a sheet.
The brown haired woman immediately raced out of the house, taking one look at the Murkrow before she suddenly grabbed a broom that was leaning against the house. “Get away from my son!” she shouted, swinging it at the bird, which replied with a loud squawk. “Get out of here! Go!”
The Murkrow let loose another loud squawk but opened its wings and took off into the air in a flurry of black feathers, disappearing into the slowly darkening sky. The clouds had begun to thicken, churning above like a sea that was somehow floating high above. The woman stared, her eyes slowly widening in fear, but she turned her attentions back to her son, racing over to him and pulling him into a tight embrace. “I promise… it’ll be over soon and it won’t happen again in your life time Harold… History repeats itself, but the Embrace of Twilight has never happened sooner than five hundred years apart….”
The young boy merely replied by burying his face into his mother’s shoulder, shivering and crying in fear as the sky continued to darken, blocking out all light from the skies above the twilight’s embrace….
--Present…--
“You said no less than five hundred years, mom…” Mr. Miller stared up at the sky, which was slowly getting a grayish hue, but was still continuing to darken. A Meowth hissed from where it stood at his side, glaring up at the sky with her fur standing on end and her claws digging into the sandy dirt that was layered beside her owner’s garden. “It would never happen again in my lifetime…”
He sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head slightly. “I suppose even you couldn’t have been right everytime… but you were right about one thing mom… history is repeating itself… though it is much sooner than I’m sure anyone even thought…”
He turned his back on the sky, which had suddenly begun to swarm with flocks of Murkrow. “The heralds of darkness are beginning to swarm already… soon will come the queen…” he opened the door to his house and stepped inside, his Meowth bolting in ahead of him.
OoC:
Alrighty, I'll try to make the other chapters much longer, but at least the plot has officially begun!
“Harold dear, would you please go pick mommy some tomatoes from her garden?” a young woman smiled at the young boy that was standing beside her as she washed dishes. Her long, deep brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and then arranged so it hung down her right shoulder. Her blue eyes twinkled happily as she looked at her son and continued smiling.
“Sure mom!” he replied happily, darting towards the door. His slightly curled hair bounced merrily upon his head as he jumped out into the brilliant sunlight. The roar of the sea could be heard in the near distance, and the reflection on the water could just be seen. This place wasn’t called Seaside Village for nothing.
The young boy ran eagerly to the garden and bent down, plucking the plump red tomatoes two at a time and setting them in the ‘basket’ he had made but grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up. He piled the vegetables until they were almost ready to topple out of his shirt and turned to run back in the house. Though, he paused - -
Sitting on the ground in front of the door that lead back into the house was a small, ebony black bird with a plume that rather resembled a witch’s hat. It blinked its blood ruby eyes, tilting its head slightly as it stared up at the young boy who had froze upon sight of the creature, quivering and shaking in what looked like fear. It was a Murkrow…
Murkrows were dreaded in the small village of Seaside, for it was said that it was a bad omen to see such a Pokemon in this quaint and quiet town. One hadn’t been seen here in centuries, and for one to just appear like it did now… Harold was complete terrified.
“Mom!” he shouted suddenly, his eyes never leaving those of the black bird as it continued staring at him, taking a slow step towards the young boy. “Mom!” he shouted again, dropping the tomatoes as he took a step back. It was rather odd that one would fear such a creature, its beak may be sharp, but they normally didn’t attack defenseless people, yet, the child was turning as white as a sheet.
The brown haired woman immediately raced out of the house, taking one look at the Murkrow before she suddenly grabbed a broom that was leaning against the house. “Get away from my son!” she shouted, swinging it at the bird, which replied with a loud squawk. “Get out of here! Go!”
The Murkrow let loose another loud squawk but opened its wings and took off into the air in a flurry of black feathers, disappearing into the slowly darkening sky. The clouds had begun to thicken, churning above like a sea that was somehow floating high above. The woman stared, her eyes slowly widening in fear, but she turned her attentions back to her son, racing over to him and pulling him into a tight embrace. “I promise… it’ll be over soon and it won’t happen again in your life time Harold… History repeats itself, but the Embrace of Twilight has never happened sooner than five hundred years apart….”
The young boy merely replied by burying his face into his mother’s shoulder, shivering and crying in fear as the sky continued to darken, blocking out all light from the skies above the twilight’s embrace….
--Present…--
“You said no less than five hundred years, mom…” Mr. Miller stared up at the sky, which was slowly getting a grayish hue, but was still continuing to darken. A Meowth hissed from where it stood at his side, glaring up at the sky with her fur standing on end and her claws digging into the sandy dirt that was layered beside her owner’s garden. “It would never happen again in my lifetime…”
He sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head slightly. “I suppose even you couldn’t have been right everytime… but you were right about one thing mom… history is repeating itself… though it is much sooner than I’m sure anyone even thought…”
He turned his back on the sky, which had suddenly begun to swarm with flocks of Murkrow. “The heralds of darkness are beginning to swarm already… soon will come the queen…” he opened the door to his house and stepped inside, his Meowth bolting in ahead of him.
OoC:
Alrighty, I'll try to make the other chapters much longer, but at least the plot has officially begun!
