Skies of Darkness
A Pokemon Explorers of Time, Sky, and Darkness Fan-fiction.
Chapters I-II
Pre-story
Chapter III
The Passage of Time
Chapter IV
A Riolu named Shadows
Chapter V
The New Apprentices
That's all I have so far, but I've written a bit of Chapter I.
This is all I have so far, I've tried to explain the bond of the character and Grovyle, and *SPOILER*
How Celebi recognized you while Grovyle did not. I'm working on how to establish the hatred of Dusknoir, the evolution is already chosen for me, how I'm going to make it happen, etc. I just feel like it needs more details. For the story it will follow the game's structure, but the way I do things might be different. Like an added Dimensional Scream here and there, a mission that never existed, things of the sort.
Anyways, here's a teaser of Chapter I
Pre-story Part I
The Egg
It was dark the day I was born, but in this world the sun would never shine for us. My parents named me for my aura and inner self, I was given the name… “Emerald”. I lived in a small house with very little to do in it. It only had two windows. I loved the window on the top floor more than anything, and I stayed there all day to stare at the ruined world. One day, I took note of the world I saw. Rocks hung suspended in air, the wind never blew. The world as I knew it was still. It was odd to picture anything different. I had an odd obsession with the concept of stars, and gems. I heard the Sableye had eaten them all up over the years, and there were no more anywhere. I, however, had hope. Every once in a while, a strange Pokemon would float by. It had a scary red eye that I just didn’t like. Something about it seemed evil, just plain evil. I noticed the water never dripped down, it looked frozen, only it wasn’t in cold. It never moved, or fell. It was hard to drink, and quite gross anyway. My hair was brown, and it fell down to my shoulders with ease. My eyes were clouded gray with a brilliant blue flare to them. Around my neck was the last emerald gemstone known to the world, my daddy said. He told me I was special, and that’s why I couldn’t go outside. But I didn’t feel special. I had asthma, and my daddy had to search hard for berries to help me with the condition. A bothersome like that couldn’t be all that special, could they? Even though I was eleven, my father wouldn’t let me walk without him beside me. I insisted I was old enough to go on my own, but there was no way he was going to let me go on my own. One day, he woke me up, clearly exited about something. He said for me to grab my “breathing berries” and a sweater, and meet him downstairs. I grabbed my things and walked down the oak wood steps to my father. He was waiting excitedly for me, and told me today would be the best day of my life. I smiled, a day off sounded great. It seemed like my father was always working, and I was happy we were finally going to have some time together. He led me out of the house, and off towards the woods. A strange pink floating Pokemon joined us. She rode atop of my father’s head like a mighty pink crown, she must like him. As we were walking my father turned to me.
“Emerald, this is Celebi. She is my friend, and your… Your motherly figure. You do as she says, okay, Emmy?” I looked at her, she was pretty. I nodded,
“Can she be my sister? She’s too pretty to be my mom!” I exclaimed. The pink Pokemon called Celebi blushed. "Aww, little old me? I’m flattered! Of course I’ll be your sister, Emerald dear.” Her voice was quiet and soothing, calming somehow. I loved it, and wanted to hear it more. That voice was amazing, and my nerves melted away. My father smiled, he knew he had made the right choice of bringing us together. We walked a very long way before I noticed something that stood out. It was a color I had never seen before, and it mesmerized me. I pointed at it, and asked what it was. My father bent down and examined it,
“It’s an egg, Emerald! By Mew you’ve found an egg!” He yelled excitedly. I looked at the egg closely. It had green on it, with a little bit of red. I picked it up and held it close.
“I can keep it, can’t I?” I asked, looking the cutest I could. My dad smiled and ruffled my hair like he always did.
