This is my first shot at writing. I've long wanted to write something, but I never felt sure of myself. I still don't, but I decided that if I didn't try, I wouldn't get any better or worse, so...
That being said, the story and concept isn't entirely mine. I used to participate in a RP with a similar idea back in the time. The RP never finished, though, and I was left wondering what it would have turned into. Over time, I changed some of the plotlines and formed a general idea of how the story should work out. However, the basics remained the same.
I have not yet completed the writing. A part of it is finished, but the rest is being worked on right now. Even so, the completed parts might have last-second changes, and I'm not gonna post any part until I feel completely satisfied. So I probably won't update this very often.
A few other things to notice:
-I appreciate any form of criticquing, even the most harsh criticism. Be as rough or mean as you like; put my head on the chopping block; call me a disgrace to all writers. I can handle it. As long as your criticism is constructive and helpful, I don't mind.
-English isn't my mothertongue. So please point out any mistakes I have made in the spelling/grammar department, and don't hesitate to teach me idioms or words I don't know to help me improve. I pride myself in my knowledge of English, but one can only keep getting better.
Now, let's proceed to the story.
Current Word Count: 22620
Due to the unexpected size of this, I've divided the story into parts. Part 1-Through the Dark Age will be completed soon, followed by Part 2-Into the Storm.
That being said, the story and concept isn't entirely mine. I used to participate in a RP with a similar idea back in the time. The RP never finished, though, and I was left wondering what it would have turned into. Over time, I changed some of the plotlines and formed a general idea of how the story should work out. However, the basics remained the same.
I have not yet completed the writing. A part of it is finished, but the rest is being worked on right now. Even so, the completed parts might have last-second changes, and I'm not gonna post any part until I feel completely satisfied. So I probably won't update this very often.
A few other things to notice:
-I appreciate any form of criticquing, even the most harsh criticism. Be as rough or mean as you like; put my head on the chopping block; call me a disgrace to all writers. I can handle it. As long as your criticism is constructive and helpful, I don't mind.
-English isn't my mothertongue. So please point out any mistakes I have made in the spelling/grammar department, and don't hesitate to teach me idioms or words I don't know to help me improve. I pride myself in my knowledge of English, but one can only keep getting better.
Now, let's proceed to the story.
Current Word Count: 22620
Due to the unexpected size of this, I've divided the story into parts. Part 1-Through the Dark Age will be completed soon, followed by Part 2-Into the Storm.
Original idea taken from Crunchy's Team Midnight RPs in Psypokes.
I do not own Pokemon.
I do not own Pokemon.
Part 1-Through the Dark Age
Prologue
Into the Dark Eternal
A Cry in the Dark
Lingering Darkness
Shadows in the Darkness
A Light in the Darkness
Under the Veil of Darkness
Dark Desolation
Movements in the Dark
In the Darkness Beneath
The Dark Hunter
On the Edge of Darkness
Staring in the Dark
Escape from the Darkness
Over the Dark
Part 2-Into the Storm
Prologue
Stormbringers
Prologue
Into the Dark Eternal
A Cry in the Dark
Lingering Darkness
Shadows in the Darkness
A Light in the Darkness
Under the Veil of Darkness
Dark Desolation
Movements in the Dark
In the Darkness Beneath
The Dark Hunter
On the Edge of Darkness
Staring in the Dark
Escape from the Darkness
Over the Dark
Part 2-Into the Storm
Prologue
Stormbringers
This is darkness. This is the death of man’s soul. This is where we’ve ended up being. Alone. Uncertain. Afraid.
No one thought that this would happen. And why should they? What were the odds? We lived in a bright world, full of happiness and euphoria. We knew not of pain and suffering. Who would have believed how easily our heaven would turn into a dark, cold hell…
The first signs went largely unnoticed. A fire. A murder. A disappearance. Not that they were common events. They were not, and they were troublesome. But not enough to alert people. They dismissed them as random, remote, minor disturbances not worth their attention. Very few thought of connecting them. Very few sensed the blade of doom that hung over their heads. Most didn’t want to. They weren’t ready to accept that their happy, peaceful lives were in jeopardy. They preferred to lie to themselves and one another, constantly saying that nothing was amiss, that everything was fine, and it would be so for years to come.
And then it came. Just as the few “madmen” had predicted. It didn’t give anyone much time to realize what was happening. It struck like a hurricane. It shook the world to its very foundations. It shattered our illusion of eternal happiness and made us realize the harsh truth… Our beautiful world, our homes, our lives, had changed forever. We were thrown in the midst of chaos, helplessly watching as we lived something worse than our worst nightmares.
They were behind it… all along. They had plotted for years, decades maybe. They had used the power and sources our world provided for their own, selfish means. Where others lived their lives in peace, they prepared for war. And when they struck, there was nothing that could possibly stop them. With their genetically enhanced Pokemon, their war machines, their knowledge of forces long forgotten, they were a ruthless engine of destruction, coming to devour the world. And the world succumbed.
It was not war. A war, even a losing one, always has sides that fight, to victory or to death. But in this case, one of the sides, our side, never fought. It was eliminated. We were forced into submission and slavery of the worst kind. Those who tried to fight it were hunted down and destroyed before they knew it. The others bowed their heads and knelt. It was beyond them. The world had long since forgotten the art of Pokemon battling, and those who still remembered it were nothing compared to the storm that struck. Most of them, if they didn’t die, were taken by the other side, never to be seen again.
They called themselves the Walking Shadows of Midnight. They conquered the entire world. Every region fell before them and the forces they commanded. The world was changed to fit their own image. The lush fields were replaced by factories. The rivers and seas were poisoned. Everyone, be it man, woman or child was forced to work for them, one way or another. The sky itself became darker. A permanent mist, hanging above everyone’s head, constantly reminding them of their rulers.
People called this era “The Nightfall”. They would speak of it in the dead of night, in fear of traitors willing to turn them in for a piece of bread or some cash. They would tell tales of the old world, and entrust each other with the deep hope that someday, somehow, this would end. But it’s been thirty years, and hope begins to wane.
I am Korran of Hoenn, one of the last surviving Pokemon trainers that are still free. My children were killed in the war. My only remaining daughter died yesterday, while giving birth to my grandson. He is the last of my line. He is gonna undertake the heavy task of keeping the art of training alive. He’s gonna be the one to maintain our link with Pokemon. And someday, he or his descendants will free this world. This I’m certain of.
My time is nearly up. In these last few years of my life, I’ll make it my only task to teach my grandson. In utmost secrecy, I will pass on to him all of my knowledge. Then, it will be his turn. He’s going to write his own story. He’s gonna bring light in the night.
No one thought that this would happen. And why should they? What were the odds? We lived in a bright world, full of happiness and euphoria. We knew not of pain and suffering. Who would have believed how easily our heaven would turn into a dark, cold hell…
The first signs went largely unnoticed. A fire. A murder. A disappearance. Not that they were common events. They were not, and they were troublesome. But not enough to alert people. They dismissed them as random, remote, minor disturbances not worth their attention. Very few thought of connecting them. Very few sensed the blade of doom that hung over their heads. Most didn’t want to. They weren’t ready to accept that their happy, peaceful lives were in jeopardy. They preferred to lie to themselves and one another, constantly saying that nothing was amiss, that everything was fine, and it would be so for years to come.
And then it came. Just as the few “madmen” had predicted. It didn’t give anyone much time to realize what was happening. It struck like a hurricane. It shook the world to its very foundations. It shattered our illusion of eternal happiness and made us realize the harsh truth… Our beautiful world, our homes, our lives, had changed forever. We were thrown in the midst of chaos, helplessly watching as we lived something worse than our worst nightmares.
They were behind it… all along. They had plotted for years, decades maybe. They had used the power and sources our world provided for their own, selfish means. Where others lived their lives in peace, they prepared for war. And when they struck, there was nothing that could possibly stop them. With their genetically enhanced Pokemon, their war machines, their knowledge of forces long forgotten, they were a ruthless engine of destruction, coming to devour the world. And the world succumbed.
It was not war. A war, even a losing one, always has sides that fight, to victory or to death. But in this case, one of the sides, our side, never fought. It was eliminated. We were forced into submission and slavery of the worst kind. Those who tried to fight it were hunted down and destroyed before they knew it. The others bowed their heads and knelt. It was beyond them. The world had long since forgotten the art of Pokemon battling, and those who still remembered it were nothing compared to the storm that struck. Most of them, if they didn’t die, were taken by the other side, never to be seen again.
They called themselves the Walking Shadows of Midnight. They conquered the entire world. Every region fell before them and the forces they commanded. The world was changed to fit their own image. The lush fields were replaced by factories. The rivers and seas were poisoned. Everyone, be it man, woman or child was forced to work for them, one way or another. The sky itself became darker. A permanent mist, hanging above everyone’s head, constantly reminding them of their rulers.
People called this era “The Nightfall”. They would speak of it in the dead of night, in fear of traitors willing to turn them in for a piece of bread or some cash. They would tell tales of the old world, and entrust each other with the deep hope that someday, somehow, this would end. But it’s been thirty years, and hope begins to wane.
I am Korran of Hoenn, one of the last surviving Pokemon trainers that are still free. My children were killed in the war. My only remaining daughter died yesterday, while giving birth to my grandson. He is the last of my line. He is gonna undertake the heavy task of keeping the art of training alive. He’s gonna be the one to maintain our link with Pokemon. And someday, he or his descendants will free this world. This I’m certain of.
My time is nearly up. In these last few years of my life, I’ll make it my only task to teach my grandson. In utmost secrecy, I will pass on to him all of my knowledge. Then, it will be his turn. He’s going to write his own story. He’s gonna bring light in the night.
