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Chapter One
"Mom! Dad! It's moving!"
The excited little child jumped with excitement as she pointed at the tree stump. A rather large orange egg shook ever so slightly. The cracks in the egg that were forming before her very eyes mingled with those made months ago. As the mother and father ran to the stump, the egg began to shake more - not by their approach, but by the movement of its contents.
The mother Gardevoir watched the egg intently, brushing her long green hair out of her eyes so as to not miss a moment of the occasion. Her delicate figure, wrapped in a strange white dress, quivered with excitement. The father put his arm around her, partly to help him stand straight, as the gravity of the moment was starting to overwhelm him.
By now the egg was almost jumping. Fragments of the egg began to come apart, revealing part of the fragile child inside. The moments seemed to last forever for the family, and it showed in the anticipation of each of their eyes.
Finally, a head started to poke from the top of the egg. The tiny orange monkey's eyes remained shut for a brief moment before it lifted its head and took its first dazed look at the world, its home, and its family.
At that moment, mother, father and daughter gave off a sigh of relief. The young daughter, resembling a small blue mushroom with an odd horn, climbed up the small stump and stared at her new brother, both joyous and curious about the new arrival.
The Gardevoir reached down and tenderly lifted the small Ralts into her arms as her husband picked up the newborn. As he did, a tiny flame ignited suddenly from the Chimchar's rear. The Gallade moved his hand slightly as he lifted so as not to get scorched by the tiny tail fire.
As he looked into his son's large eyes, a wave of joy only equaled by the birth of his daughter flowed through him. The only regret he felt at bringing him into such a world was quickly pushed aside. He opened his mouth to say something, but words just didn't seem adequate.
His wife reached to stroke the child. "Welcome," she half-whispered, tears of happiness starting to trickle down.
The girl hadn't taken her eyes off the Chimchar since he had hatched. Finally, she asked the question she had been dying to ask since her first glance at his tiny head:
"Mom, why doesn't he look like me?"
The Gardevoir looked down at her. Wiping away the tears, she hesitated for a moment. "Well... You see, his real parents couldn't take care of him."
"Why not?"
"It's a long story," her father answered without breaking his gaze, effectively stopping her from pushing the issue.
The Chimchar opened its mouth for the first time, emitting a small sound. The Gardevoir lay the Ralts on the stump next to the remains of the egg as the Gallade carefully passed their son to her.
"Do you have an idea for a name?" she asked her husband.
He looked at their new son. His orange fur almost seemed to glow with the sunlight, like the small, fiery tail that had burst into being as the Gallade had lifted the small child for the first time.
"Ember."
The Gardevoir glanced at him, then at the Chimchar's tail. After a moment, she nodded in understanding and approval.
"Ember."
*******
All right, let me explain this fic. I've had this huge idea for a story for a long time, since I got Diamond actually. It started out somewhat childish, but as the idea developed it became slightly more mature (there won't be many swears, but there will be some graphic descriptions - not like disemboweling and stuff, but blood and stuff, so be warned). Eventually, I thought of a sequel to that idea, and as I developed it, I realized the sequel was better than the original. And so, that's what you're reading now.
This story deviates pretty far from most Pokemon ideas, although it most closely resembles Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, for the fact that a) there are no trainers, and b) the Pokemon talk. It also has elements from DPPt, because all the Pokemon in this story are Pokemon I've used in my team at some point.
Now, I'm open to critique, of course, I'm not stubborn. I have a lot of free time due to the fact that I almost never get homework (but I do get distracted easily).
Now, I'm gonna come out and say this right now: This story is not going to turn out the way I want it to. This is because it turned out epic enough in my mind to be a webcomic, as opposed to a mere story. The reason it isn't is because I'm horrible at drawing, and the people I know who aren't are completely uninterested in drawing this. Believe me, I've tried. However, I consider myself a good creative writer, so I figure this is the next best thing.
Just for reference, anything I write in italics after a bunch of asterisks are my comments on the chapter or story in general. Right now, there are a couple unanswered questions, but by the end of the story, there will be almost none (well, no rational ones, anyway). I try to avoid a lot of cliches, and I toss some major twists into the story too. In quite a few of the story ideas I've had (this one being the grandest of all of them), I've shattered the basic rules of a story. Expect that to happen here too.
"Mom! Dad! It's moving!"
The excited little child jumped with excitement as she pointed at the tree stump. A rather large orange egg shook ever so slightly. The cracks in the egg that were forming before her very eyes mingled with those made months ago. As the mother and father ran to the stump, the egg began to shake more - not by their approach, but by the movement of its contents.
The mother Gardevoir watched the egg intently, brushing her long green hair out of her eyes so as to not miss a moment of the occasion. Her delicate figure, wrapped in a strange white dress, quivered with excitement. The father put his arm around her, partly to help him stand straight, as the gravity of the moment was starting to overwhelm him.
By now the egg was almost jumping. Fragments of the egg began to come apart, revealing part of the fragile child inside. The moments seemed to last forever for the family, and it showed in the anticipation of each of their eyes.
Finally, a head started to poke from the top of the egg. The tiny orange monkey's eyes remained shut for a brief moment before it lifted its head and took its first dazed look at the world, its home, and its family.
At that moment, mother, father and daughter gave off a sigh of relief. The young daughter, resembling a small blue mushroom with an odd horn, climbed up the small stump and stared at her new brother, both joyous and curious about the new arrival.
The Gardevoir reached down and tenderly lifted the small Ralts into her arms as her husband picked up the newborn. As he did, a tiny flame ignited suddenly from the Chimchar's rear. The Gallade moved his hand slightly as he lifted so as not to get scorched by the tiny tail fire.
As he looked into his son's large eyes, a wave of joy only equaled by the birth of his daughter flowed through him. The only regret he felt at bringing him into such a world was quickly pushed aside. He opened his mouth to say something, but words just didn't seem adequate.
His wife reached to stroke the child. "Welcome," she half-whispered, tears of happiness starting to trickle down.
The girl hadn't taken her eyes off the Chimchar since he had hatched. Finally, she asked the question she had been dying to ask since her first glance at his tiny head:
"Mom, why doesn't he look like me?"
The Gardevoir looked down at her. Wiping away the tears, she hesitated for a moment. "Well... You see, his real parents couldn't take care of him."
"Why not?"
"It's a long story," her father answered without breaking his gaze, effectively stopping her from pushing the issue.
The Chimchar opened its mouth for the first time, emitting a small sound. The Gardevoir lay the Ralts on the stump next to the remains of the egg as the Gallade carefully passed their son to her.
"Do you have an idea for a name?" she asked her husband.
He looked at their new son. His orange fur almost seemed to glow with the sunlight, like the small, fiery tail that had burst into being as the Gallade had lifted the small child for the first time.
"Ember."
The Gardevoir glanced at him, then at the Chimchar's tail. After a moment, she nodded in understanding and approval.
"Ember."
*******
All right, let me explain this fic. I've had this huge idea for a story for a long time, since I got Diamond actually. It started out somewhat childish, but as the idea developed it became slightly more mature (there won't be many swears, but there will be some graphic descriptions - not like disemboweling and stuff, but blood and stuff, so be warned). Eventually, I thought of a sequel to that idea, and as I developed it, I realized the sequel was better than the original. And so, that's what you're reading now.
This story deviates pretty far from most Pokemon ideas, although it most closely resembles Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, for the fact that a) there are no trainers, and b) the Pokemon talk. It also has elements from DPPt, because all the Pokemon in this story are Pokemon I've used in my team at some point.
Now, I'm open to critique, of course, I'm not stubborn. I have a lot of free time due to the fact that I almost never get homework (but I do get distracted easily).
Now, I'm gonna come out and say this right now: This story is not going to turn out the way I want it to. This is because it turned out epic enough in my mind to be a webcomic, as opposed to a mere story. The reason it isn't is because I'm horrible at drawing, and the people I know who aren't are completely uninterested in drawing this. Believe me, I've tried. However, I consider myself a good creative writer, so I figure this is the next best thing.
Just for reference, anything I write in italics after a bunch of asterisks are my comments on the chapter or story in general. Right now, there are a couple unanswered questions, but by the end of the story, there will be almost none (well, no rational ones, anyway). I try to avoid a lot of cliches, and I toss some major twists into the story too. In quite a few of the story ideas I've had (this one being the grandest of all of them), I've shattered the basic rules of a story. Expect that to happen here too.