Yes, this is my fanfic. I decided to post it now. It's just the Pro-Logue. CnC is always welcome, tips are too. FYI, I'm just a 10 year old girl trying to write a story, so if I have any mistakes (like misspelled words), please tell me.
Table Of Contents:
Prologue (Please Scroll Down)
Chapter One: The Suspicious Page
It was a very bright and starry night that the stars casted shadows over a group. The wind blew frantically causing the leaves of the trees to rustle and sway with great urgency. The group of 6 people and their Pokemon were having some sort of meeting. They gathered in a circle-like shape, as they talked softly. They hoped they would not be heard, as they were near a house.
"He's gotten too close to succeeding," the deep, dark voice of a man stated "He needs to be stopped."
The man was muscular, strong and had light brown hair, he was almost as tall as et trees around him. He seemed to be in his late thirties. His Weavile stood beside him, he had sharp and long claws, like any other Weavile. But, what made the battle-ready Weavile different from the others, was that it looked as thought it had been in one too many devastating battles with its numerous scratches and scars.
"And he will be stopped. By any means necessary," a pure, confident lady's voice replied, "even if he has to be crushed. He's got 6 stone. It has to be done tonight." She was a beautiful lady with short blond hair. Her eyes were the color of water. Earrings were dangling from her ear, and a diamond ring rested on her finger. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties, and wore a confident, yet smug, smile that spread across her face. Beside her was a Houndoom, he also had some scars and scratches, but the Weavile had more of those. He growled energetically, it seemed as though the fire inside of him grew stronger and hotter.
"Umm.. Excuse me, ma'am," a muffled voice came out from a younger man, thin and short with a Slugma.
"What is it Shrively?!" the woman snapped at him as she rolled her eyes impatiently at the newbie.
Ryan Shrively nervously scratched his dark black hair as he gulped and mumbled his reply, "Did you just say crush, as in injure or kill or murder?"
Her eyes showed anger and impatience, like it was on fire. The man with light brown hair took over, as he saw his co-leader's angry mood.
"Well, yes Ryan. We have to stop him. You must learn to have no mercy," he said quite calmly. His eyes were glowing with rage, he really wanted to hurt the opponent.
"Now, enough with that chit-chat. Time to crush him," the lady commanded venomously, "Houndoom use Flamethrower!" She pointed purposefully at the two-story building. The Houndoom immediately obeyed. He opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and aimed for the building. An intense blast of fire came out, hitting the house directly. It was an angry sea of flame, it lashed in all directions, consuming the west side of the house quickly. The others nodded, they all issued their Pokemon to use fire attacks. All the attacks hit the house. Those were just back-ups for the flamethrower. Then the gang escaped quickly and quietly, hearing a fire detector's alarm go on.
"Our house is on fire!" a woman cried out, as she rushed into a small room. She had long black hair. Her anxious voice rose over the alarm of the fire detector. She tripped over a few assortment of toys, and made her way towards a pair of beds, where her two children lay down, sleeping and coughing.
"Wake up!" she screamed as she nudged her children to wake. She gasped for breath as smoke and flames curled around her. Her children finally woke up, coughing in the smoke. The kids nodded nervously, they were scared. She picked her 4 year old son up, then pulled her daughter out.
They ran through a familiar hallway, but now it was one of their worst nightmares to see it. It was filled with sparks and flames of red that lashed out to them hungrily. They heaved down through the stairs. The hand rails felt hot, and parts of of the stairs were burning down. They were careful not to step on burned parts. The fire was getting bigger, and stronger. Frightened as they were, they tried their best to stay clam.
As they got down, they went into a room. It was the study. A man was frantically searching for something among the books. He was the woman's husband, he had dark brown hair. He was quickly pulling out books, looking for something very important. His Pikachu was helping him look. He looked up at them.
"Get the children out!" he called to the mother. Then he resumed his search. The mother knew what he was looking for. She was upset, not the slightest bit angry. She knew she had to get her kids out.
"Daddy!" his six year old girl called out to him. She held out her arms for him to take. The man stopped for a moment and looked at his daughter.
"Cupcake, go with mommy. And take care of your brother," he said calmly, "Take this Pokemon with you. He'll protect you." He gave her a Pokeball. Slowly, the girl took it.
The mother nodded as she pulled her daughter and son out of their house, into safety. They sat on the grass, under a tree. They as the red flames ate the house.
Just then, a fire truck appeared. The firefighters quickly sprayed water on the burning building, the water pressure wasn't strong enough for the fire spreading speedily. The children's mom ran back towards the house. She was just a few meters from the house, when the Pikachu ran out. A few seconds after that, the house burned down completely and collapsed into bits. That Pikachu had a very lucky escape.
The firefighters stopped spraying water. They and the neighbors gasped, shocked and stunned at how a fire could have spread so quickly. The family paused from a moment of shock. Some neighbors' jaws dropped wide open as they looked at the collapsed house.
"Oh, John." the lady sighed with grief as she got over her shock. She touched her chest. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She picked up the Pikachu and slowly walked back to her children.
"NO! Daddy!" the little girl cried as she saw the house go down. She hugged her confused little brother tightly, and looked up as their mother returned. Wet was the ground, as tears rolled down.
A car drove up into their driveway, the window rolled down, a woman with glasses looked out.
"Come on in," she called. "You can stay at my house for the time being." A necklace swayed as her head popped out of the window. An expensive type of watch was placed on her wrist as her hand gestured them inside.
"Hello Aunt Julie," the little girl said as she climbed into the backseat of the car. She looked back towards their house. As the car pulled out of the driveway, she pressed her face and left hand onto the car's window.
"Bye, daddy," the girl mumbled sorrowly as the Pokeball rolled about in her hand and it fell down. The middle button was hit as the ball touched the floor of the car, causing it to enlarge.
Hmm, why would daddy give me a ball that grows bigger and smaller? she thought to herself, having never seen her father battle. She picked up the ball, and suddenly a young Eevee popped out.
Late one afternoon, a man and a woman were in a room in a hotel sending invitations through e-mail. The room was not big, just the right size. The aircon was on, and it was a hot day.
"It's time. They have to take the test now," the man suggested. He was in his late thirties and had blonde hair. He looked up from his laptop and turned to the woman, an innocent face on him.
"Yes. It is time," the woman replied. "Their father would want them to find the stones. They can handle themselves now." She paced around, back and forth, while an amethyst earring dangled from her ear. She also wore a silver bracelet.
"Hmm." the man mumbled. He quickly typed in another e-mail address, then he clicked SEND.
Also, this has been proof-read by ZeroHero from Pokestation.
Thank You and Enjoy.
Table Of Contents:
Prologue (Please Scroll Down)
Chapter One: The Suspicious Page
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THE 8 STONES
Book 1: It's Just A Matter Of Time
ProLogue
THE 8 STONES
Book 1: It's Just A Matter Of Time
ProLogue
It was a very bright and starry night that the stars casted shadows over a group. The wind blew frantically causing the leaves of the trees to rustle and sway with great urgency. The group of 6 people and their Pokemon were having some sort of meeting. They gathered in a circle-like shape, as they talked softly. They hoped they would not be heard, as they were near a house.
"He's gotten too close to succeeding," the deep, dark voice of a man stated "He needs to be stopped."
The man was muscular, strong and had light brown hair, he was almost as tall as et trees around him. He seemed to be in his late thirties. His Weavile stood beside him, he had sharp and long claws, like any other Weavile. But, what made the battle-ready Weavile different from the others, was that it looked as thought it had been in one too many devastating battles with its numerous scratches and scars.
"And he will be stopped. By any means necessary," a pure, confident lady's voice replied, "even if he has to be crushed. He's got 6 stone. It has to be done tonight." She was a beautiful lady with short blond hair. Her eyes were the color of water. Earrings were dangling from her ear, and a diamond ring rested on her finger. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties, and wore a confident, yet smug, smile that spread across her face. Beside her was a Houndoom, he also had some scars and scratches, but the Weavile had more of those. He growled energetically, it seemed as though the fire inside of him grew stronger and hotter.
"Umm.. Excuse me, ma'am," a muffled voice came out from a younger man, thin and short with a Slugma.
"What is it Shrively?!" the woman snapped at him as she rolled her eyes impatiently at the newbie.
Ryan Shrively nervously scratched his dark black hair as he gulped and mumbled his reply, "Did you just say crush, as in injure or kill or murder?"
Her eyes showed anger and impatience, like it was on fire. The man with light brown hair took over, as he saw his co-leader's angry mood.
"Well, yes Ryan. We have to stop him. You must learn to have no mercy," he said quite calmly. His eyes were glowing with rage, he really wanted to hurt the opponent.
"Now, enough with that chit-chat. Time to crush him," the lady commanded venomously, "Houndoom use Flamethrower!" She pointed purposefully at the two-story building. The Houndoom immediately obeyed. He opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and aimed for the building. An intense blast of fire came out, hitting the house directly. It was an angry sea of flame, it lashed in all directions, consuming the west side of the house quickly. The others nodded, they all issued their Pokemon to use fire attacks. All the attacks hit the house. Those were just back-ups for the flamethrower. Then the gang escaped quickly and quietly, hearing a fire detector's alarm go on.
"Our house is on fire!" a woman cried out, as she rushed into a small room. She had long black hair. Her anxious voice rose over the alarm of the fire detector. She tripped over a few assortment of toys, and made her way towards a pair of beds, where her two children lay down, sleeping and coughing.
"Wake up!" she screamed as she nudged her children to wake. She gasped for breath as smoke and flames curled around her. Her children finally woke up, coughing in the smoke. The kids nodded nervously, they were scared. She picked her 4 year old son up, then pulled her daughter out.
They ran through a familiar hallway, but now it was one of their worst nightmares to see it. It was filled with sparks and flames of red that lashed out to them hungrily. They heaved down through the stairs. The hand rails felt hot, and parts of of the stairs were burning down. They were careful not to step on burned parts. The fire was getting bigger, and stronger. Frightened as they were, they tried their best to stay clam.
As they got down, they went into a room. It was the study. A man was frantically searching for something among the books. He was the woman's husband, he had dark brown hair. He was quickly pulling out books, looking for something very important. His Pikachu was helping him look. He looked up at them.
"Get the children out!" he called to the mother. Then he resumed his search. The mother knew what he was looking for. She was upset, not the slightest bit angry. She knew she had to get her kids out.
"Daddy!" his six year old girl called out to him. She held out her arms for him to take. The man stopped for a moment and looked at his daughter.
"Cupcake, go with mommy. And take care of your brother," he said calmly, "Take this Pokemon with you. He'll protect you." He gave her a Pokeball. Slowly, the girl took it.
The mother nodded as she pulled her daughter and son out of their house, into safety. They sat on the grass, under a tree. They as the red flames ate the house.
Just then, a fire truck appeared. The firefighters quickly sprayed water on the burning building, the water pressure wasn't strong enough for the fire spreading speedily. The children's mom ran back towards the house. She was just a few meters from the house, when the Pikachu ran out. A few seconds after that, the house burned down completely and collapsed into bits. That Pikachu had a very lucky escape.
The firefighters stopped spraying water. They and the neighbors gasped, shocked and stunned at how a fire could have spread so quickly. The family paused from a moment of shock. Some neighbors' jaws dropped wide open as they looked at the collapsed house.
"Oh, John." the lady sighed with grief as she got over her shock. She touched her chest. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She picked up the Pikachu and slowly walked back to her children.
"NO! Daddy!" the little girl cried as she saw the house go down. She hugged her confused little brother tightly, and looked up as their mother returned. Wet was the ground, as tears rolled down.
A car drove up into their driveway, the window rolled down, a woman with glasses looked out.
"Come on in," she called. "You can stay at my house for the time being." A necklace swayed as her head popped out of the window. An expensive type of watch was placed on her wrist as her hand gestured them inside.
"Hello Aunt Julie," the little girl said as she climbed into the backseat of the car. She looked back towards their house. As the car pulled out of the driveway, she pressed her face and left hand onto the car's window.
"Bye, daddy," the girl mumbled sorrowly as the Pokeball rolled about in her hand and it fell down. The middle button was hit as the ball touched the floor of the car, causing it to enlarge.
Hmm, why would daddy give me a ball that grows bigger and smaller? she thought to herself, having never seen her father battle. She picked up the ball, and suddenly a young Eevee popped out.
***6 Years Later***
Late one afternoon, a man and a woman were in a room in a hotel sending invitations through e-mail. The room was not big, just the right size. The aircon was on, and it was a hot day.
"It's time. They have to take the test now," the man suggested. He was in his late thirties and had blonde hair. He looked up from his laptop and turned to the woman, an innocent face on him.
"Yes. It is time," the woman replied. "Their father would want them to find the stones. They can handle themselves now." She paced around, back and forth, while an amethyst earring dangled from her ear. She also wore a silver bracelet.
"Hmm." the man mumbled. He quickly typed in another e-mail address, then he clicked SEND.
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I hope you like what I wrote. Chapter 1 coming soon!Also, this has been proof-read by ZeroHero from Pokestation.
Thank You and Enjoy.
