JewelQuest
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This is my first fan fiction story, and I would like to have someone actually post so that I know that I either am doing well, or I am not doing well at all.
Thank you.
Arceus. Many stories circulate around this mystic Pokemon. Some say that Arceus is the creator of all in this world. Others say that he came up with the design. Others say that he has no part in this world. But there are even more questions.
What if he had a brother of darkness?
What if he had a powerless wife?
What if he had.....A daughter?
Darkness, such darkness. It pressed in around her, making her heart pound in fear like it had only once before. A shadow. A deep voice. "The child....."
A cry in the night woke her from the nightmare, and she lay looking up at the ceiling for a moment, her breath heavy and her heart pounding. Some would say that she was a woman of beauty. Her hair was black as coals, and her eyes a blue as the sky on a clear day. Right now those beautiful eyes were open in terror, as she listened for the cry that had awoken her. The cry did not repeat itself. It was like it had called out to wake her. She looked at her husband. He was still breathing deepily, and he was in the deepest of sleeps. She breathed a sigh of relief. She sat up in her bed and slipped her feet out from under the covers, slipping them into warm slippers that had been sitting there awaiting for the moment she woke. She took her bathrobe down from the wall and wrapped it around her self. She walked over to the small bed where a girl slept, the daughter that they had adopted. In the dim light of the room, her hair looked like old bronze. The woman reached up and took a thin red candle off a shelf, and lit it with a match that she found in the pocket of her bath robe. She blew out the match and held down so that she could see her daughter's face. Now the hair shone in the candle light, and was as orange as the sunset.
A smile was formed on her childish face, and she turned her face away, saying in her sleep, "Da....dy?"
The woman moved the candle away, and turned her head as a soft Thud was heard near, and a dark shape moved toward her.
What looked like a cat with dark fur jumped on her lap. There was a ring of yellow fur on her forhead that glowed, and a one around each ear and leg, and her tail as well. She gazed up at the woman with red eyes, and gave a soft imploring "Um?"
The woman laughed and stroked the soft fur with her hand. "Hello, Umbreon." She whispered softly, and then she turned her eyes again to her daughter. It had been a week since she had 'adopted' her. She had told her husband that she had found the child on their doorstep, but this was not the truth. She closed her eyes and pulled the memory to the front of her mind, where it seemed like it had happened only yesterday.
She was sitting by the edge of the Virdian forest, which was close to her home of Pallet. She sat there and watched the Pokemon gather 'round why she played her grass whistle. Suddenly several of the Pokemon started. A young Eevee darted back into the forest, and several Caterpie hid behind the woman. She stopped playing and gazed at what had just appeared. A large shadow was in front of her. She had heard of a Pokemon like this, a Pokemon that was either shadow or it's real form. But she could not remember the name. The Pokemon was obviously in 'shadow' form, as she could not make out a face or a body, just a wavering shadow, with two arms extending.
In the arms of the shadow sat a girl of two years, which hair as orange as the sunset. He set her down on the grass, where she sat up and opened up her eyes. They were green, so green. She stood up shakily and walked over to the woman, and sat down in between her knees, lying her head on one knee. She fell asleep again most instantly.
The woman kept her eyes on the girl, but when she looked up, she found that even though the shadow remained, Pokemon were coming out and sitting near the girl.
The shadow spoke in a deep voice. "You must care for the child."
The woman mustered her courage. "W-who are you? Why must I care for this...child?"
The shadow did not hesitate. "Ah, he said that you would question. Who I am does not matter. You must care for the child, because she needs someone to care for her. We have found you to be suitable. Please, care for this girl as if she is your own daughter."
Her own daughter. That was something to think about. She paused, and then nodded silently. "W-What is her...name?"
If the shadow could smile, it would have. "The child's father named her Jewel." It held out it's hand again, which now held something on it's palm. It was a white string, with one large jewel on it, a jewel as green as the child's eyes. "This is hers. She must keep it near her always, but this she already knows."
The woman took the necklace and place it around the child's neck. Was it just her imagination, or did the jewel glow for a moment? And did the child's hair become brighter for a second? She shook her head and looked back up, but the shadow was gone. Suddenly she remembered it's name. "Ah.....Darkrai." She murmured, and stood up, taking the girl home with her.
Now she sat thinking beside the child's bed. She ran her hand through the child's hair. Even now she wore the necklace, and she never parted with it. The woman sighed and stood up.
Umbreon jumped down swiftly and then jumped back up onto the bed.
The woman laughed softly. "Yes, Umbreon. Back to bed. And hopefully no more nightmares as well."
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Far away from the small town of Pallet sat a man in a dark room. The only light in this room was a small lamp on the desk, which the man used to write by. You could not see the man himself, for he wore a cloak as dark as the room, which concealed the man's face and body, only his pale hands and black boots could be seen, and the lower section of his face. He placed the pen with which he had been writing with down and smiled. "Beautiful." On his desk sat two pieces of paper, with the exact same words on them. He held up one of his pale hands and beckoned someone forward.
A man in a dark suit came forward.
The man at the desk held out one of the pieces of paper. "Send a copy to Team Rocket, Team Aqua, Team Magma, Team Galactic, and Team Plasma each." He murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
The man nodded, and headed out of the room, clutching the piece of paper.
The cloaked man smiled and picked up the last piece, and read it, the words ringing in his mind.
Thank you.
Arceus. Many stories circulate around this mystic Pokemon. Some say that Arceus is the creator of all in this world. Others say that he came up with the design. Others say that he has no part in this world. But there are even more questions.
What if he had a brother of darkness?
What if he had a powerless wife?
What if he had.....A daughter?
JewelQuest
Prologue
Prologue
Darkness, such darkness. It pressed in around her, making her heart pound in fear like it had only once before. A shadow. A deep voice. "The child....."
A cry in the night woke her from the nightmare, and she lay looking up at the ceiling for a moment, her breath heavy and her heart pounding. Some would say that she was a woman of beauty. Her hair was black as coals, and her eyes a blue as the sky on a clear day. Right now those beautiful eyes were open in terror, as she listened for the cry that had awoken her. The cry did not repeat itself. It was like it had called out to wake her. She looked at her husband. He was still breathing deepily, and he was in the deepest of sleeps. She breathed a sigh of relief. She sat up in her bed and slipped her feet out from under the covers, slipping them into warm slippers that had been sitting there awaiting for the moment she woke. She took her bathrobe down from the wall and wrapped it around her self. She walked over to the small bed where a girl slept, the daughter that they had adopted. In the dim light of the room, her hair looked like old bronze. The woman reached up and took a thin red candle off a shelf, and lit it with a match that she found in the pocket of her bath robe. She blew out the match and held down so that she could see her daughter's face. Now the hair shone in the candle light, and was as orange as the sunset.
A smile was formed on her childish face, and she turned her face away, saying in her sleep, "Da....dy?"
The woman moved the candle away, and turned her head as a soft Thud was heard near, and a dark shape moved toward her.
What looked like a cat with dark fur jumped on her lap. There was a ring of yellow fur on her forhead that glowed, and a one around each ear and leg, and her tail as well. She gazed up at the woman with red eyes, and gave a soft imploring "Um?"
The woman laughed and stroked the soft fur with her hand. "Hello, Umbreon." She whispered softly, and then she turned her eyes again to her daughter. It had been a week since she had 'adopted' her. She had told her husband that she had found the child on their doorstep, but this was not the truth. She closed her eyes and pulled the memory to the front of her mind, where it seemed like it had happened only yesterday.
She was sitting by the edge of the Virdian forest, which was close to her home of Pallet. She sat there and watched the Pokemon gather 'round why she played her grass whistle. Suddenly several of the Pokemon started. A young Eevee darted back into the forest, and several Caterpie hid behind the woman. She stopped playing and gazed at what had just appeared. A large shadow was in front of her. She had heard of a Pokemon like this, a Pokemon that was either shadow or it's real form. But she could not remember the name. The Pokemon was obviously in 'shadow' form, as she could not make out a face or a body, just a wavering shadow, with two arms extending.
In the arms of the shadow sat a girl of two years, which hair as orange as the sunset. He set her down on the grass, where she sat up and opened up her eyes. They were green, so green. She stood up shakily and walked over to the woman, and sat down in between her knees, lying her head on one knee. She fell asleep again most instantly.
The woman kept her eyes on the girl, but when she looked up, she found that even though the shadow remained, Pokemon were coming out and sitting near the girl.
The shadow spoke in a deep voice. "You must care for the child."
The woman mustered her courage. "W-who are you? Why must I care for this...child?"
The shadow did not hesitate. "Ah, he said that you would question. Who I am does not matter. You must care for the child, because she needs someone to care for her. We have found you to be suitable. Please, care for this girl as if she is your own daughter."
Her own daughter. That was something to think about. She paused, and then nodded silently. "W-What is her...name?"
If the shadow could smile, it would have. "The child's father named her Jewel." It held out it's hand again, which now held something on it's palm. It was a white string, with one large jewel on it, a jewel as green as the child's eyes. "This is hers. She must keep it near her always, but this she already knows."
The woman took the necklace and place it around the child's neck. Was it just her imagination, or did the jewel glow for a moment? And did the child's hair become brighter for a second? She shook her head and looked back up, but the shadow was gone. Suddenly she remembered it's name. "Ah.....Darkrai." She murmured, and stood up, taking the girl home with her.
Now she sat thinking beside the child's bed. She ran her hand through the child's hair. Even now she wore the necklace, and she never parted with it. The woman sighed and stood up.
Umbreon jumped down swiftly and then jumped back up onto the bed.
The woman laughed softly. "Yes, Umbreon. Back to bed. And hopefully no more nightmares as well."
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Far away from the small town of Pallet sat a man in a dark room. The only light in this room was a small lamp on the desk, which the man used to write by. You could not see the man himself, for he wore a cloak as dark as the room, which concealed the man's face and body, only his pale hands and black boots could be seen, and the lower section of his face. He placed the pen with which he had been writing with down and smiled. "Beautiful." On his desk sat two pieces of paper, with the exact same words on them. He held up one of his pale hands and beckoned someone forward.
A man in a dark suit came forward.
The man at the desk held out one of the pieces of paper. "Send a copy to Team Rocket, Team Aqua, Team Magma, Team Galactic, and Team Plasma each." He murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
The man nodded, and headed out of the room, clutching the piece of paper.
The cloaked man smiled and picked up the last piece, and read it, the words ringing in his mind.
Friends,
I am a friend to all who is evil,
All who is strong, and all who are crooked.
I call a gathering in twenty hours to discuss
something of utmost importance.
After all, we all want the same thing.
Power.
And Pokemon.
I am a friend to all who is evil,
All who is strong, and all who are crooked.
I call a gathering in twenty hours to discuss
something of utmost importance.
After all, we all want the same thing.
Power.
And Pokemon.
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