Stormecho
Maelstroms amidst steel
- Pronoun
- she
Argh. Argh, argh, argh. I hate old computers whose controls I don't know. >< Basically, I was halfway through typing this all up when Firefox decided to crash. This being a German keyboard, I could not do Ctrl-V since I didn't know what the equivalent of Ctrl was. And I couldn't figure out what copy is in German, and when the error message showed up I obviously couldn't select the other window and miraculously save it. So yes, the whole thing gone, and I'm typing it up now again.
That said, this is a completely new Pokemon fanfic based on one of my numerous RP characters: Karae. I just got an urge to write out her backstory, and this came out of it. Legend's Rage needs a revamp I'm trying to avoid thinking about, and Innate Silence is lost to the abyss of my computer crash. So, this is my priority. =D Yeah, it's short-ish, sue me. Read, review and enjoy.
Darkness. Floating, wrapped in shadows. She was free to drift, safe, away from the echoes that were brought to her occasionally. They were voices, one rumbling, and the other soaring and ethereal. She had liked the sounds at first, but lately they came much more often. So, she stopped listening. They don't matter. They never had, they never will. She thought she spoke it, but wasn't sure. It could be someone else... But who else would be in these nice shadows? Had she said it, or only thought it? Dwelling on this wasn't very interesting though, so she stopped thinking about it. It really didn't matter.
A sudden tug startled her. There was something pulling at her, trying to bring her out of the darkness. No! No, get away, leave us alone! Us? she wanted to wonder, but the pulling was harder to fight against now, and she didn't want to leave. Slowly leading her away from the smothering cloud that had surrounded her, she was plunged into something small. She didn't like it; dull grey had replaced the comforting black, and this new place wasn't big enough. She couldn't float here, and she had to coil and twist to be able to fit. The walls were pinching her too, and she could hardly move now. An urge to cry out suddenly rose. She wanted her shadows back! Just as she started to wail - her first sound - the walls tightened. Her cry cut off and she curled in on herself. The place was hurting her! Though she kept trying to make herself become smaller, the walls squished her no matter what. Panic set in, a burst of strength on its heels. She needed to get out! She started to writhe and thrash, the pain from crashing into the walls almost as unbearable as the merciless squeezing.
A loud crack made her stop her efforts, stunned as a sliver of the greyness fell out. In its place was light, and she wanted to get away from it instinctively. It was too bright, too sharp, but it promised that there was more to her world than the tiny space she was in. Determined, her once wild struggles were now focused on that pinprick of light, and with every roil of her body, a bit more filtered in. With a last crack, her prison crumbled, and that too-bright light flooded her vision. Encountering something solid beneath her, she felt a vague stab of disappointment. No more floating...
Two pairs of eyes watched the egg as it wobbled in its protective ring of stones. The egg's occupant was obviously trying to get out; ever so often it would tilt dangerously to one side, and one of the watchers would hastily push it back to its upright state. The egg, as eggs go, was large, and tinged a pleasant shade of blue. Streaks of white wrapped around it, and it obviously got no camouflage from the surroundings, as reeds, sand and the occasional rock weren't suited to being used to hide such a flashy egg. While both of the watchers were intent on it, one was much more anxious. The watcher's tail was twitching from side to side, mirroring the egg's movements with uncanny reflexes. Accompanying this tail-twitching was a low, worried keen.
"Would you stop that?" the other watcher asked crossly, clamping a clawed paw on the tail to still its movements. "All this worry is hardly going to help your nerves later. The baby will be fine." Wings flapping in irritation, the large dragon settled on the sand, gaze still on the egg.
The anxious watcher looked away for a moment, breaking off the birthing song. "I really don't know, Belad. I just have this feeling that something is going to go wrong... What if the egg is too tough to break through?" This was obviously a female, voice soft and musical, even when strained, as it was now. She lowered her head to poke at the eggshell with the white horn that grew from her forehead. The egg suddenly heaved, and a low crack could be heard. Belad chuckled.
"See, Aelis? All that 'mother's intuition' and look! I told you everything would be fine." The orange-scaled dragon looked fondly at his mate, tail sweeping the sand into a pile in front of the egg. The slender blue serpent beside him sighed.
"Maybe you're right." she agreed, looking down at the blue orbs on her tail, perplexed. Her intuition had never failed before, but the hatching was going smoothly. Maybe it had been about another egg? Turning her attention back to her child, she tensed in anticipation. A spiderweb of faint cracks had spread over the egg's once pristine surface, and its rocking was quite violent now. Though Aelis longed to help it, the Pokemon inside would have to thrash its way out by itself. The egg suddenly ceased its wobbling, and another crack preceded the hatchling's lunge out of the remains of the shell. Landing safely on the soft mound of sand, the small Dratini looked dazed at its sudden entrance into the world. Both parents hovered over it, nudging it clear of the shards of the egg, crooning to it and generally welcoming it to the world. Belad looked back at where a certain Pokemon was waiting, half-hidden in the reeds at the water's edge.
"Er, Chronia? You can come now. The baby's hatched!" He couldn't keep the elation he was feeling inside, and promptly roared, only to be scolded by the Dragonair beside him.
"Belad! Think for a moment. Do you think the child would like to hear you roaring loud enough to scare every other Pokemon around for miles? Talk to Chronia quietly." Chronia padded into sight, lilac fur looking particularily mystical in the morning fog. Sitting down a reasonable distance away from the two parents, the feline focused for a moment, a blue aura surrounding both her and the Dratini.
"It is a girl." The Espeon reported as the aura faded. "You are lucky to have a child with such a strong will. She will become very powerful one day." That said, she then got up and left quietly.
The Dragonite focused on the Dratini again, and with a certain amount of glee, pointed out, "Nothing wrong with her! A bit darker than usual, but that doesn't mean anything. Chronia didn't say she was sick, either, so there was nothing to worry about! Has she woken up ye -" Belad stopped talking as a thin wail rose from the hatchling.
Aelis rolled a Pecha Berry over to her, crooning encouragement as the other's eyes fluttered open. After a few squirms to reach the berry, she finally figured out how to eat it, and the next few minutes were spent with the two Dragon-types watching their child eat berry after berry. Just before collapsing on the sand heap to sleep once more, they both heard her mutter, "Want to float..."
She dreamed of floating again, but in a place that wasn't composed of shadows. This time, it was a world that contrasted with the one she had seen. Covered in mist, and the ground was sideways and upside down. She liked it; it would be fun to fly in. Why have ground beneath you anyway? It was peaceful. No voices, nothing pulling at her. She could stay here forever... But those nice people, her parents, wouldn't like that. They wanted her to stay with them. But do they really matter? They just want to keep you here, imprisoned like in the egg. A voice? But who could be talking to her? So young. Oh well, you'll learn. You'll have to, with the destiny I have planned for you. She sank into the fog, hearing laughter and feeling truly afraid for the very first time.
That said, this is a completely new Pokemon fanfic based on one of my numerous RP characters: Karae. I just got an urge to write out her backstory, and this came out of it. Legend's Rage needs a revamp I'm trying to avoid thinking about, and Innate Silence is lost to the abyss of my computer crash. So, this is my priority. =D Yeah, it's short-ish, sue me. Read, review and enjoy.
Chapter 1 - Black Silk
Darkness. Floating, wrapped in shadows. She was free to drift, safe, away from the echoes that were brought to her occasionally. They were voices, one rumbling, and the other soaring and ethereal. She had liked the sounds at first, but lately they came much more often. So, she stopped listening. They don't matter. They never had, they never will. She thought she spoke it, but wasn't sure. It could be someone else... But who else would be in these nice shadows? Had she said it, or only thought it? Dwelling on this wasn't very interesting though, so she stopped thinking about it. It really didn't matter.
A sudden tug startled her. There was something pulling at her, trying to bring her out of the darkness. No! No, get away, leave us alone! Us? she wanted to wonder, but the pulling was harder to fight against now, and she didn't want to leave. Slowly leading her away from the smothering cloud that had surrounded her, she was plunged into something small. She didn't like it; dull grey had replaced the comforting black, and this new place wasn't big enough. She couldn't float here, and she had to coil and twist to be able to fit. The walls were pinching her too, and she could hardly move now. An urge to cry out suddenly rose. She wanted her shadows back! Just as she started to wail - her first sound - the walls tightened. Her cry cut off and she curled in on herself. The place was hurting her! Though she kept trying to make herself become smaller, the walls squished her no matter what. Panic set in, a burst of strength on its heels. She needed to get out! She started to writhe and thrash, the pain from crashing into the walls almost as unbearable as the merciless squeezing.
A loud crack made her stop her efforts, stunned as a sliver of the greyness fell out. In its place was light, and she wanted to get away from it instinctively. It was too bright, too sharp, but it promised that there was more to her world than the tiny space she was in. Determined, her once wild struggles were now focused on that pinprick of light, and with every roil of her body, a bit more filtered in. With a last crack, her prison crumbled, and that too-bright light flooded her vision. Encountering something solid beneath her, she felt a vague stab of disappointment. No more floating...
***
Two pairs of eyes watched the egg as it wobbled in its protective ring of stones. The egg's occupant was obviously trying to get out; ever so often it would tilt dangerously to one side, and one of the watchers would hastily push it back to its upright state. The egg, as eggs go, was large, and tinged a pleasant shade of blue. Streaks of white wrapped around it, and it obviously got no camouflage from the surroundings, as reeds, sand and the occasional rock weren't suited to being used to hide such a flashy egg. While both of the watchers were intent on it, one was much more anxious. The watcher's tail was twitching from side to side, mirroring the egg's movements with uncanny reflexes. Accompanying this tail-twitching was a low, worried keen.
"Would you stop that?" the other watcher asked crossly, clamping a clawed paw on the tail to still its movements. "All this worry is hardly going to help your nerves later. The baby will be fine." Wings flapping in irritation, the large dragon settled on the sand, gaze still on the egg.
The anxious watcher looked away for a moment, breaking off the birthing song. "I really don't know, Belad. I just have this feeling that something is going to go wrong... What if the egg is too tough to break through?" This was obviously a female, voice soft and musical, even when strained, as it was now. She lowered her head to poke at the eggshell with the white horn that grew from her forehead. The egg suddenly heaved, and a low crack could be heard. Belad chuckled.
"See, Aelis? All that 'mother's intuition' and look! I told you everything would be fine." The orange-scaled dragon looked fondly at his mate, tail sweeping the sand into a pile in front of the egg. The slender blue serpent beside him sighed.
"Maybe you're right." she agreed, looking down at the blue orbs on her tail, perplexed. Her intuition had never failed before, but the hatching was going smoothly. Maybe it had been about another egg? Turning her attention back to her child, she tensed in anticipation. A spiderweb of faint cracks had spread over the egg's once pristine surface, and its rocking was quite violent now. Though Aelis longed to help it, the Pokemon inside would have to thrash its way out by itself. The egg suddenly ceased its wobbling, and another crack preceded the hatchling's lunge out of the remains of the shell. Landing safely on the soft mound of sand, the small Dratini looked dazed at its sudden entrance into the world. Both parents hovered over it, nudging it clear of the shards of the egg, crooning to it and generally welcoming it to the world. Belad looked back at where a certain Pokemon was waiting, half-hidden in the reeds at the water's edge.
"Er, Chronia? You can come now. The baby's hatched!" He couldn't keep the elation he was feeling inside, and promptly roared, only to be scolded by the Dragonair beside him.
"Belad! Think for a moment. Do you think the child would like to hear you roaring loud enough to scare every other Pokemon around for miles? Talk to Chronia quietly." Chronia padded into sight, lilac fur looking particularily mystical in the morning fog. Sitting down a reasonable distance away from the two parents, the feline focused for a moment, a blue aura surrounding both her and the Dratini.
"It is a girl." The Espeon reported as the aura faded. "You are lucky to have a child with such a strong will. She will become very powerful one day." That said, she then got up and left quietly.
The Dragonite focused on the Dratini again, and with a certain amount of glee, pointed out, "Nothing wrong with her! A bit darker than usual, but that doesn't mean anything. Chronia didn't say she was sick, either, so there was nothing to worry about! Has she woken up ye -" Belad stopped talking as a thin wail rose from the hatchling.
Aelis rolled a Pecha Berry over to her, crooning encouragement as the other's eyes fluttered open. After a few squirms to reach the berry, she finally figured out how to eat it, and the next few minutes were spent with the two Dragon-types watching their child eat berry after berry. Just before collapsing on the sand heap to sleep once more, they both heard her mutter, "Want to float..."
***
She dreamed of floating again, but in a place that wasn't composed of shadows. This time, it was a world that contrasted with the one she had seen. Covered in mist, and the ground was sideways and upside down. She liked it; it would be fun to fly in. Why have ground beneath you anyway? It was peaceful. No voices, nothing pulling at her. She could stay here forever... But those nice people, her parents, wouldn't like that. They wanted her to stay with them. But do they really matter? They just want to keep you here, imprisoned like in the egg. A voice? But who could be talking to her? So young. Oh well, you'll learn. You'll have to, with the destiny I have planned for you. She sank into the fog, hearing laughter and feeling truly afraid for the very first time.