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Well, here it is. The continuation of and the first chapter of Raider's Steel that I may have mentioned over a month ago. Sorry, it took so long. Most of it is already written out, but I wanted to draw at least one great picture with to go along with each chapter. In other words, this might take quite a while to finish posting. However, I don't know how people will react to it, so I'm calling this a trial run, I guess. Just as a quick warning, look at the keywords over there. ->
I know it's a spoiler, but… somebody's going to die. No offense, but Don't like it? Then get over it. It's important in this story for it to happen. Now without further a due, I hope you enjoy chapter one of Raider's Steel.
In the dark of the night, deep within the swamps, sat a lonely stone castle. It had been abandoned for centuries, yet refused to fall into the rubble that it should be. The moat had long sank below the swamp's green waters. Only a Caterpie could crawl it's way into it's front entrance. Still, bigger beings could just waltz right through it's window. One such being had let out a hair curling scream from deep inside the old castle.
"Stop being such a scaredy cat," the screamer's companion hushed, "It's just a Spinarak."
"I hate Bugs," the screamer, known to the rest of humanity as Damian Barker, shouted again.
"Gees," the first kid, by the name of Tony, sighed again, "would you just grow up already?"
"How did you even talk me into this?"
"Because I'm your best friend," Tony teased with a slight bark. Raising the black & blue egg he was carrying with him.
"Oh ha ha ha," Damian sighed at the obvious pun to his last name, "can we go now?"
"No way! There's a ton of cool stuff in here," Tony looked around, "we just need to find one thing for proof, right?"
"Yeah, how about that poster over there?"
"Tapestry," Tony corrected, "and no. What would they think if we just brought that back."
"It's good enough."
"No, we've got to find something really cool to impress those jerks," Tony took our his Pokéball, "Myrin, use Flash!"
In a red flash, the trainer's loyal Mr. Mime materialized before the teens. Without any hesitation, the Pokémon raised a glowing hand toward the dark hallways. Damian hesitated to follow his friend and the only light source down into the deepest depths of the castle. They passed by a large assortment of armors that lined the stone halls. Surely any one of them would work. Heck even a helmet would work. They however seemed to be rusted firmly into place. The two traveled deeper into the castle, until Myrin paused in front of a door.
"Something wrong Myrin," Tony stopped only slightly further ahead, he turned back, "Is there something behind there."
"Mime," Myrin nodded, frowning about it.
"Well, then let's check it out," Tony quickly moved to open the door. The Mr. Mime reached a hand out to stop his trainer, but it was too late. The door was opened. Inside was not exactly what any treasure hunter could only dream about. Myrin thought the sight to be odd compared to the eerie feeling he sensed moments before. The room appeared to be some kind of armory, but it was nearly empty. Almost nothing was in it aside from the shelves and the dust covered weapons. One particular object not covered in very much dust at all.
"That's it," Tony's eyes lit up, the moment that he saw it. It wasn't anything special aside from the color still visible beneath the blanket of dust. What he saw was wrapped in a cobalt cloth from head to toe, but the shape was unmistakable. It was a short sword barely two feet long aside from the hilt. He tried to slowly enter the room as something didn't feel right about it. A pair of right hands prevented him from entering further, one from each of his comrades.
"Tony, I don't think you should go in there," Damian warned. Looking down at the Pokémon, Tony knew that his Mr. Mime was thinking the same thing. Tony lightly shook off the grip the two had on him as he turned to face them.
"Scaredy cats, both of you," Tony repeated himself, handing the egg he was carrying with him to Damian, "if you think it's so dangerous then you can stay here with the baby."
"Tony, there's nothing wrong with being careful," Damian took the egg, while Myrin frowned hard at his trainer's stubbornness.
"Hey, I've got one of the strongest Psychic Pokémon of the whole region on my side," Tony smiled, "I'm sure that I will be perfectly safe."
Myrin rolled his eyes as if to say, 'flattery will get you no where', when in actuality, he was thinking, 'here we go again'. As this was not the first time, Myrin’s trainer over estimated his safety.
Tony stepped inside and only took a few seconds to cross the room to the prize. He lifted the blade by it's base and found it to be surprisingly light. Surely, this would make a great trophy to show his bravery and to make those hot heads in town think twice before calling him or his friend a coward again. As he reached the middle of the room, Tony took the time to unwrap the sword to better look at it in Myrin's light.
It had an interesting design to say the least. The cloth was actually connected to the hilt. That, in itself, didn't seem like a very wise choice for an armament to take to war. The sheath seemed to further support the idea that this particular sword was not designed for battle. The design showed a nearly incomplete trinity symbol that covered two thirds of the sword. at the very top were three similar circles that mimicked the earlier symbol. Between the two symbols was a wide hole where one could clearly see the blade. Tony turned the sword around to get a better look at it. It was nicely polished for a sword's sheath. In fact, the design almost looked like a three eyed face.
"Whoa, check out the design on this thing," Tony pointed out as he brought it closer to his comrades. Damian eyes lit up as he noticed the face as well. Myrin's expression went in the reverse direction, but only because the sword itself was giving off a weird vibe. He had never seen a blade like this before, nor could the Psychic predict what would happen next.
Tony grasped the hilt to draw the sword from it's sheath. Before anyone could react, the sword's third eye lit up an eerie blue and the cloth wrapped itself around Tony's right arm all the way up to his armpit. The sheath fell to the ground as the sword swung itself and Tony back into the dark room. Tony's own surprise stopped him from so much as crying out at first. His cries were put on hold even further as a different voice spoke up.
"…Finally… I can feed on … a warrior's spirit…"
"Who's there," Tony's eyes scanned around the room for the source of the voice, not knowing that it was seeping directly into his brain, "show yourself."
"Tony what's wrong," Damian stood by the doorway, but Myrin shoved him out of the way so that he could see what could possibly be troubling his Trainer.
"My-my mime mis-ter! Mime!"
"Go on and try it…," Tony's mouth moved on it's own along with his right arm twisting the sword behind his back.
"Try what," Damian couldn't make heads or tails of what was going on.
"I don't know," Tony shouted back trying to get his arm to move like he wanted it to.
"Are you insane!"
"Mime!" Myrin ran towards the out of control teen, standing as if he was preparing to fight. Tony knew this, but fight what exactly. He couldn't see any enemies.
"No! This one is mine," Tony's mouth moved on it's own again along with his arm twisting Tony's entire body back around. The sword's blade summoned a dark slash that shot directly at his friends. Myrin had just enough time to counter with a Light Screen. Normally such a dark attack would KO a Psychic's defenses, but Tony really wasn't kidding about Myrin's strength. The small room quickly plumbed with smoke, but Myrin had successfully protected Damian and the egg from the attack.
Tony wasn't so lucky as he was forced onto the counter, his arm loosened only slightly enough for him to move his body back into a more comfortable position. Not that it lasted very long. Already, Tony felt drained. As if he had ran a marathon and taken a cold bath all in twenty seconds. The voice in his head was back again.
"Impressive… now I can feed in peace…"
It took Tony another moment to realize it. The sword. The sword was talking to him. Not only that, but it was feeding off of him.
"What are you?"
"WHO," the blade forced a moanful cry from Tony's mouth once more, "I am a WHO! I am not just some piece of rusted equipment! I am Sir Torune Findabair! A Human Being! The strongest of knights that has ever lived! AND I WILL LIVE AGAIN!"
"Gah, Stop that," Tony shouted once he regained control of his jaw again, which wasn't for long.
"NEVER," the sword cried out again, "I refuse to be subservient to the likes of you or any Trainer. I will have my REVENGE!"
"My-my-mime," Myrin used Psychic against the possessed sword, it would have been strong enough, but the sword retaliated with a Metal Sound attack. This caused the living beings to cover their ears as best as they could.
"…once I'm done with you… I'll move on to the next one… I will drain you all dry…," the sword thought inside Tony's head. Tony knew he couldn't let that happen. He just couldn't. That one thought made him do the impossible.
"No you won't," he swung the sword into the ground. Upon hitting the ground the noise surprisingly stopped.
"…impossible… no mere human can control ME…"
"Clearly you underestimated how stubborn I can get," Tony grinned as he spun the sword around with his own body into another stone wall. The blade didn't have time to focus his control anymore. His blade struck the wall full force this time. Still, all Tony was achieving was wasting the little bit of energy that he had left. The room seemed to continue to be spinning even after he had stopped his rotation, "Now Let Go!"
"NEVER," the blade made his voice known though out Tony's very being, "little scratches like these will vanish with only one hour's rest in my sheath!"
Myrin had the very small open window to do the forbidden task to save his Trainer. He used Psychic on his own Trainer. He mustered as much strength as he could to try to force out the threat, but it was nearly impossible to tell who was whom at this point. That's when Myrin heard his Trainer's mental voice shout, "Myrin Destroy the Sheath! Hurry!"
"What! NOOOOOOOO," Tony's mouth and body moved to stop the Pokémon, but couldn't get past the Light Screen barrier. The Mr. Mime's large hand rose high above his head as he prepared a Magical Leaf to chop at the sword's sheath, shattering it in two.
"Myrin," Tony cried tears at the sight of it, "great job. Now-"
"It means NOTHING TO ME," Torune unwittingly shouted from Tony's mouth again, "I'll just exchange our souls instead. Now You'll be the one to die! NOT ME!"
"No…," Tony gripped his head as the transfer started. Torune's grip became even tighter around Tony's arm. He could feel his very soul being drained out of him. As the pair's souls were exchanged, they must first merge together. Their individual personalities, their hopes, dreams, and even memories slowly mixed in together. Who was holding who? One moment it was Tony's, then it was Torune's. Tony could barely see from his own eyes anymore. Some how, he could see his own face. Torune's intentions of what to do with his body once it was his became clear to Tony. Torune planned to kill the descendants of the man who murdered him. He would let nothing stand in his way. But first he had to make certain to Kill Damian, so that he would never speak of this little secret of his.
Tony knew that he had to do something, anything. He could not let Torune have his way. But even now, he felt his very core was slipping away. He couldn't fight what the blade was doing to him. Myrin couldn't save him from this fate. He couldn't stop this undead fiend from hurting his friend. He had to find a way. Any way would do. Tony would do anything, even if it meant… yes, that was the key… he had to… it was the only logical choice for him.
"Damian," Tony mustered as much strength he could to address his friend, "take care of my Pokémon for me… Okay…"
"Tony… what are yo- Oh no," Damian shouted for his friend to stop what he was about to do, "Don't!"
With the last of the control he had left, Tony's arm gave the fatal slash. Torune was certainly surprised of this as his old body's grip on the human loosened as well. The blue eye of the sword dimmed as it clanked down on the ground. Tony's eyes widened at both the pain and the fact that they now belonged to Torune. He couldn't believe it. He was going to die again and this time at the hands of a mere child… a mere child that… sacrificed himself.
That… BOY… was everything that he wanted to be in life… Cunning… Nobel… Truly Selfless… suddenly his revenge didn't seem all that important… perhaps it was because he could now see an old "acquaintance" of his that he had seen the last time this had happened to him. He thought to himself, 'so this is how my story's going to end?'
And with that thought, the reaper collected the soul that had cheated him so long ago.
But only that particular soul…
Darkness…
That's all that he could remember after that. Sadly, he remembered little more than that. When the light finally pierced through the veil of his mind. It was something so familiar. That image in his mind. It was of Myrin, his loyal Myrin. But why…?
"Myrin?"
"…llo…ny"
He could see the Pokémon saying something to him. But that was silly. It had to be. Pokémon couldn't talk. Still, he could somehow understand his former Pokémon. He could feel like he could at least, but not well enough. Maybe perhaps… 'hello Tony…'
"What's going on…?"
"I'm… orry……… all I……do…"
"What are you saying?"
"…n't……fraid……safe now……som…ay… be reborn…"
"I don't understand…"
"I kn…it's com… I di…think…it would…"
"Myrin… I'm I'm… I'm so tired…"
"You will………oon…Rest now. I'll…tect…I…mise…," Myrin stated his gurgled message to his former trainer, knowing that he'd get it all eventually. He then broke his connection. The image of the Mr. Mime then faded from the soul's sight, leaving him in darkness again. No sound. No sight. No breathing. Still, he knew that he was alive and safe. He was warm at first, but slowly and surly he grew cold. Cold, but safe.
And with that the soul fell asleep.
…
……
………
And so time moved on. Myrin continued visiting him at regular intervals, each time relaying one message or another. It didn't matter. The soul could never make out what they were telling him. Once, the soul remembers, Damian spoke to him, but only once. The soul could remember that much. He seemed older somehow. That couldn't be. Damian was 16, just like him. What did he say…? 'thank you'… 'I'll come back for you' or something like that. The soul was certain that Damian would explain in his next visit. After what felt like eternity's moment ago, the soul stopped waiting for a next visit. They had stopped entirely after that one.
Time seemed to be getting longer and longer, but nothing changed… Eventually, the spirit stopped becoming restless. It wasn't like him. Before he'd have trouble with just sitting down and talking to people. In class he could hardly pay attention to the teacher as all he could think about was what he'd be doing outside. Leg bouncing, pen click-click-clicking, his hair becoming a tangled mess within the hour after sitting down. He had to be moving. Doing something. That was in his nature. Even after he became a Trainer he traveled the entire region in less than a few months. He didn't even bother earning any badges.
Now look at him. He couldn't move. Couldn't breath. He couldn't even twitch a muscle, not even feel it if he did. Floating was all that he knew. He couldn't exactly dream. Only remember the life he had before… this. After an eternity, he became content with just… existing. After all, he couldn't do anything else. Still, the memories were all that he had left.
Then the time came that something had changed…
The soul could tell something was different. Just something. He knew this feeling, but couldn't quite place it at first. Then the feeling grew stronger. He was… warm.
Warm, that's it. That's the feeling. That's what it was.
The soul was finally waking up again. He feels something again. Not just heat. He felt like someone was out there, outside his own little world. Soon his sense of time was slowly being restored. But instead of jumbled up messages, there were now time periods where his world felt warmer and colder. Not only that but his sense of gravity was being distributed around him. Soon he could feel his consciousness returning as well. Then came the moment where the soul didn't just exist, now he lived. As such he began to sleep for real.
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I know it's a spoiler, but… somebody's going to die. No offense, but Don't like it? Then get over it. It's important in this story for it to happen. Now without further a due, I hope you enjoy chapter one of Raider's Steel.
In the dark of the night, deep within the swamps, sat a lonely stone castle. It had been abandoned for centuries, yet refused to fall into the rubble that it should be. The moat had long sank below the swamp's green waters. Only a Caterpie could crawl it's way into it's front entrance. Still, bigger beings could just waltz right through it's window. One such being had let out a hair curling scream from deep inside the old castle.
"Stop being such a scaredy cat," the screamer's companion hushed, "It's just a Spinarak."
"I hate Bugs," the screamer, known to the rest of humanity as Damian Barker, shouted again.
"Gees," the first kid, by the name of Tony, sighed again, "would you just grow up already?"
"How did you even talk me into this?"
"Because I'm your best friend," Tony teased with a slight bark. Raising the black & blue egg he was carrying with him.
"Oh ha ha ha," Damian sighed at the obvious pun to his last name, "can we go now?"
"No way! There's a ton of cool stuff in here," Tony looked around, "we just need to find one thing for proof, right?"
"Yeah, how about that poster over there?"
"Tapestry," Tony corrected, "and no. What would they think if we just brought that back."
"It's good enough."
"No, we've got to find something really cool to impress those jerks," Tony took our his Pokéball, "Myrin, use Flash!"
In a red flash, the trainer's loyal Mr. Mime materialized before the teens. Without any hesitation, the Pokémon raised a glowing hand toward the dark hallways. Damian hesitated to follow his friend and the only light source down into the deepest depths of the castle. They passed by a large assortment of armors that lined the stone halls. Surely any one of them would work. Heck even a helmet would work. They however seemed to be rusted firmly into place. The two traveled deeper into the castle, until Myrin paused in front of a door.
"Something wrong Myrin," Tony stopped only slightly further ahead, he turned back, "Is there something behind there."
"Mime," Myrin nodded, frowning about it.
"Well, then let's check it out," Tony quickly moved to open the door. The Mr. Mime reached a hand out to stop his trainer, but it was too late. The door was opened. Inside was not exactly what any treasure hunter could only dream about. Myrin thought the sight to be odd compared to the eerie feeling he sensed moments before. The room appeared to be some kind of armory, but it was nearly empty. Almost nothing was in it aside from the shelves and the dust covered weapons. One particular object not covered in very much dust at all.
"That's it," Tony's eyes lit up, the moment that he saw it. It wasn't anything special aside from the color still visible beneath the blanket of dust. What he saw was wrapped in a cobalt cloth from head to toe, but the shape was unmistakable. It was a short sword barely two feet long aside from the hilt. He tried to slowly enter the room as something didn't feel right about it. A pair of right hands prevented him from entering further, one from each of his comrades.
"Tony, I don't think you should go in there," Damian warned. Looking down at the Pokémon, Tony knew that his Mr. Mime was thinking the same thing. Tony lightly shook off the grip the two had on him as he turned to face them.
"Scaredy cats, both of you," Tony repeated himself, handing the egg he was carrying with him to Damian, "if you think it's so dangerous then you can stay here with the baby."
"Tony, there's nothing wrong with being careful," Damian took the egg, while Myrin frowned hard at his trainer's stubbornness.
"Hey, I've got one of the strongest Psychic Pokémon of the whole region on my side," Tony smiled, "I'm sure that I will be perfectly safe."
Myrin rolled his eyes as if to say, 'flattery will get you no where', when in actuality, he was thinking, 'here we go again'. As this was not the first time, Myrin’s trainer over estimated his safety.
Tony stepped inside and only took a few seconds to cross the room to the prize. He lifted the blade by it's base and found it to be surprisingly light. Surely, this would make a great trophy to show his bravery and to make those hot heads in town think twice before calling him or his friend a coward again. As he reached the middle of the room, Tony took the time to unwrap the sword to better look at it in Myrin's light.
It had an interesting design to say the least. The cloth was actually connected to the hilt. That, in itself, didn't seem like a very wise choice for an armament to take to war. The sheath seemed to further support the idea that this particular sword was not designed for battle. The design showed a nearly incomplete trinity symbol that covered two thirds of the sword. at the very top were three similar circles that mimicked the earlier symbol. Between the two symbols was a wide hole where one could clearly see the blade. Tony turned the sword around to get a better look at it. It was nicely polished for a sword's sheath. In fact, the design almost looked like a three eyed face.
"Whoa, check out the design on this thing," Tony pointed out as he brought it closer to his comrades. Damian eyes lit up as he noticed the face as well. Myrin's expression went in the reverse direction, but only because the sword itself was giving off a weird vibe. He had never seen a blade like this before, nor could the Psychic predict what would happen next.
Tony grasped the hilt to draw the sword from it's sheath. Before anyone could react, the sword's third eye lit up an eerie blue and the cloth wrapped itself around Tony's right arm all the way up to his armpit. The sheath fell to the ground as the sword swung itself and Tony back into the dark room. Tony's own surprise stopped him from so much as crying out at first. His cries were put on hold even further as a different voice spoke up.
"…Finally… I can feed on … a warrior's spirit…"
"Who's there," Tony's eyes scanned around the room for the source of the voice, not knowing that it was seeping directly into his brain, "show yourself."
"Tony what's wrong," Damian stood by the doorway, but Myrin shoved him out of the way so that he could see what could possibly be troubling his Trainer.
"My-my mime mis-ter! Mime!"
"Go on and try it…," Tony's mouth moved on it's own along with his right arm twisting the sword behind his back.
"Try what," Damian couldn't make heads or tails of what was going on.
"I don't know," Tony shouted back trying to get his arm to move like he wanted it to.
"Are you insane!"
"Mime!" Myrin ran towards the out of control teen, standing as if he was preparing to fight. Tony knew this, but fight what exactly. He couldn't see any enemies.
"No! This one is mine," Tony's mouth moved on it's own again along with his arm twisting Tony's entire body back around. The sword's blade summoned a dark slash that shot directly at his friends. Myrin had just enough time to counter with a Light Screen. Normally such a dark attack would KO a Psychic's defenses, but Tony really wasn't kidding about Myrin's strength. The small room quickly plumbed with smoke, but Myrin had successfully protected Damian and the egg from the attack.
Tony wasn't so lucky as he was forced onto the counter, his arm loosened only slightly enough for him to move his body back into a more comfortable position. Not that it lasted very long. Already, Tony felt drained. As if he had ran a marathon and taken a cold bath all in twenty seconds. The voice in his head was back again.
"Impressive… now I can feed in peace…"
It took Tony another moment to realize it. The sword. The sword was talking to him. Not only that, but it was feeding off of him.
"What are you?"
"WHO," the blade forced a moanful cry from Tony's mouth once more, "I am a WHO! I am not just some piece of rusted equipment! I am Sir Torune Findabair! A Human Being! The strongest of knights that has ever lived! AND I WILL LIVE AGAIN!"
"Gah, Stop that," Tony shouted once he regained control of his jaw again, which wasn't for long.
"NEVER," the sword cried out again, "I refuse to be subservient to the likes of you or any Trainer. I will have my REVENGE!"
"My-my-mime," Myrin used Psychic against the possessed sword, it would have been strong enough, but the sword retaliated with a Metal Sound attack. This caused the living beings to cover their ears as best as they could.
"…once I'm done with you… I'll move on to the next one… I will drain you all dry…," the sword thought inside Tony's head. Tony knew he couldn't let that happen. He just couldn't. That one thought made him do the impossible.
"No you won't," he swung the sword into the ground. Upon hitting the ground the noise surprisingly stopped.
"…impossible… no mere human can control ME…"
"Clearly you underestimated how stubborn I can get," Tony grinned as he spun the sword around with his own body into another stone wall. The blade didn't have time to focus his control anymore. His blade struck the wall full force this time. Still, all Tony was achieving was wasting the little bit of energy that he had left. The room seemed to continue to be spinning even after he had stopped his rotation, "Now Let Go!"
"NEVER," the blade made his voice known though out Tony's very being, "little scratches like these will vanish with only one hour's rest in my sheath!"
Myrin had the very small open window to do the forbidden task to save his Trainer. He used Psychic on his own Trainer. He mustered as much strength as he could to try to force out the threat, but it was nearly impossible to tell who was whom at this point. That's when Myrin heard his Trainer's mental voice shout, "Myrin Destroy the Sheath! Hurry!"
"What! NOOOOOOOO," Tony's mouth and body moved to stop the Pokémon, but couldn't get past the Light Screen barrier. The Mr. Mime's large hand rose high above his head as he prepared a Magical Leaf to chop at the sword's sheath, shattering it in two.
"Myrin," Tony cried tears at the sight of it, "great job. Now-"
"It means NOTHING TO ME," Torune unwittingly shouted from Tony's mouth again, "I'll just exchange our souls instead. Now You'll be the one to die! NOT ME!"
"No…," Tony gripped his head as the transfer started. Torune's grip became even tighter around Tony's arm. He could feel his very soul being drained out of him. As the pair's souls were exchanged, they must first merge together. Their individual personalities, their hopes, dreams, and even memories slowly mixed in together. Who was holding who? One moment it was Tony's, then it was Torune's. Tony could barely see from his own eyes anymore. Some how, he could see his own face. Torune's intentions of what to do with his body once it was his became clear to Tony. Torune planned to kill the descendants of the man who murdered him. He would let nothing stand in his way. But first he had to make certain to Kill Damian, so that he would never speak of this little secret of his.
Tony knew that he had to do something, anything. He could not let Torune have his way. But even now, he felt his very core was slipping away. He couldn't fight what the blade was doing to him. Myrin couldn't save him from this fate. He couldn't stop this undead fiend from hurting his friend. He had to find a way. Any way would do. Tony would do anything, even if it meant… yes, that was the key… he had to… it was the only logical choice for him.
"Damian," Tony mustered as much strength he could to address his friend, "take care of my Pokémon for me… Okay…"
"Tony… what are yo- Oh no," Damian shouted for his friend to stop what he was about to do, "Don't!"
With the last of the control he had left, Tony's arm gave the fatal slash. Torune was certainly surprised of this as his old body's grip on the human loosened as well. The blue eye of the sword dimmed as it clanked down on the ground. Tony's eyes widened at both the pain and the fact that they now belonged to Torune. He couldn't believe it. He was going to die again and this time at the hands of a mere child… a mere child that… sacrificed himself.
That… BOY… was everything that he wanted to be in life… Cunning… Nobel… Truly Selfless… suddenly his revenge didn't seem all that important… perhaps it was because he could now see an old "acquaintance" of his that he had seen the last time this had happened to him. He thought to himself, 'so this is how my story's going to end?'
And with that thought, the reaper collected the soul that had cheated him so long ago.
But only that particular soul…
Darkness…
That's all that he could remember after that. Sadly, he remembered little more than that. When the light finally pierced through the veil of his mind. It was something so familiar. That image in his mind. It was of Myrin, his loyal Myrin. But why…?
"Myrin?"
"…llo…ny"
He could see the Pokémon saying something to him. But that was silly. It had to be. Pokémon couldn't talk. Still, he could somehow understand his former Pokémon. He could feel like he could at least, but not well enough. Maybe perhaps… 'hello Tony…'
"What's going on…?"
"I'm… orry……… all I……do…"
"What are you saying?"
"…n't……fraid……safe now……som…ay… be reborn…"
"I don't understand…"
"I kn…it's com… I di…think…it would…"
"Myrin… I'm I'm… I'm so tired…"
"You will………oon…Rest now. I'll…tect…I…mise…," Myrin stated his gurgled message to his former trainer, knowing that he'd get it all eventually. He then broke his connection. The image of the Mr. Mime then faded from the soul's sight, leaving him in darkness again. No sound. No sight. No breathing. Still, he knew that he was alive and safe. He was warm at first, but slowly and surly he grew cold. Cold, but safe.
And with that the soul fell asleep.
…
……
………
And so time moved on. Myrin continued visiting him at regular intervals, each time relaying one message or another. It didn't matter. The soul could never make out what they were telling him. Once, the soul remembers, Damian spoke to him, but only once. The soul could remember that much. He seemed older somehow. That couldn't be. Damian was 16, just like him. What did he say…? 'thank you'… 'I'll come back for you' or something like that. The soul was certain that Damian would explain in his next visit. After what felt like eternity's moment ago, the soul stopped waiting for a next visit. They had stopped entirely after that one.
Time seemed to be getting longer and longer, but nothing changed… Eventually, the spirit stopped becoming restless. It wasn't like him. Before he'd have trouble with just sitting down and talking to people. In class he could hardly pay attention to the teacher as all he could think about was what he'd be doing outside. Leg bouncing, pen click-click-clicking, his hair becoming a tangled mess within the hour after sitting down. He had to be moving. Doing something. That was in his nature. Even after he became a Trainer he traveled the entire region in less than a few months. He didn't even bother earning any badges.
Now look at him. He couldn't move. Couldn't breath. He couldn't even twitch a muscle, not even feel it if he did. Floating was all that he knew. He couldn't exactly dream. Only remember the life he had before… this. After an eternity, he became content with just… existing. After all, he couldn't do anything else. Still, the memories were all that he had left.
Then the time came that something had changed…
The soul could tell something was different. Just something. He knew this feeling, but couldn't quite place it at first. Then the feeling grew stronger. He was… warm.
Warm, that's it. That's the feeling. That's what it was.
The soul was finally waking up again. He feels something again. Not just heat. He felt like someone was out there, outside his own little world. Soon his sense of time was slowly being restored. But instead of jumbled up messages, there were now time periods where his world felt warmer and colder. Not only that but his sense of gravity was being distributed around him. Soon he could feel his consciousness returning as well. Then came the moment where the soul didn't just exist, now he lived. As such he began to sleep for real.
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