[color=0099ff]Hm, decided to get my proliferance going again. This was a "best-seller" on Pojo a few years back, so here we go again. Maybe this time people will like what they're reading.... XP[/color]
Chapter One
There was once Lynne Fiels, a girl in her sophomore year of high school in Lavender. She had long, flowing black hair down her back and the most entrancing silvry green eyes, favouring Darkness and Ghost as her Pokémon types of choice. A common favour for many students residing in the halcyon village.
She started her journey like all others, but her mother Hailey died at the age of thirty-one the April of 2000, having suffered from eight years of malignant cancers. The few years before her demise were heart-wrenching for Lynne, but it didn't take long for the beauty to get over the loss. She had a certain... how would you say it... link with Ghost-types; in other words, she had a medium-type ability and could often speak to her through her Gastly.
Lynne's father, Gene, suffered traumatic mental consequences due to the loss of his spouse, and retracted from any social life whatsoever. He did have his Persian, though.
It was late August of that year when Lynne moved on to her trainer's journey. She had a fair team of Pokés to back her up: an Umbreon, a Gastly, and a Sneasel. She hoped to capture a Murkrow and a Gengar too, and perhaps a Haunter and Misdreavous. Lynne shared a great love for the umbras; she could talk to her mother with them. That is, of course, if they let her.
She settled in for the night, her Umbreon curled up on her feet, the campfire dwindling and producing the most pleasant smell of ashen flame.
A cry of fear and agony woke Lynne abruptly that morning. She jolted out of her sleeping bag and searched the area with vigilant eyes. A lone Murkrow was being attacked by its own flock.
Lynne knew those Murkrow angered easily, but the massive number of them puzzled her. They didn't nest in large numbers around Kanto.
Nevertheless, Lynne released her Umbreon, Aijin, to battle the enfuriated blackbirds.
"Aijin, use your Faint Attack on those Murkrow!" The kitsune nodded in agreement.
"Murkrow!" she growled. "Come and get me!!" The flock stopped in their tracks, staring at the English-speaking fox. "Yeah, me. You don't want to hurt that thing anymore!" This remark made the birds even more so enraged, and thus used their Pursuit Attacks on her. She ducked, concentrating on each of those birds. One by one they fell to the ground unconscious, leaving only the one the group had been attacking. Aijin walked up to it, but it cringed away. "I won't hurt you," she cooed, giving it the Gold Berry that her trainer had given her to hold. It gratefully ate it and at once began to look better. Some of its wounds healed a little. Lynne took it good timing to then attempt a capture. She dug a golden-mint coloured Pokéball from her pocket, a Great Ball. Then Lynne tossed it ever so precisely at the blackbird.
A beam of orangey light engulfed the frightened bird and devoured it whole. The capture light flashed a little, showing the Murkrow had put up a fight, but it settled into a silent and motionless rest after less than a minute. Lynne walked up to Aijin and plucked her prize from the knee-high grass. "Good job, Aijin," she congratulated. The fox purred, receiving a Rare Candy as a reward. "I finally get my Murkrow. Return, Aijin." The Umbreon nodded and a beam of red light swept her into her cozy Great Ball. Lynne set both Pokéballs in the belt at her waist, then set off for Saffron through the dense copse.
Lynne sat on Route 8, eating her lunch of a nice ham sandwich and an apple. She offered some crackers to the Murkrow. It in turn munched happily away on them and eventually warmed up to the sweet trainer. She also fed Aijin. If you don't know, Gastly do not eat because they cannot eat. They do not require nutrition because they are merely spirits.
The girl heard something in the near distance; trees rustling in angry motion. The Murkrow had awakened from the attack and were coming for Lynne!
They swarmed around her, her newfound Pokémon frightened and returning to its ball at her waist. Aijin growled at the mass, about eighty of them. They attacked the pair in tetrads, twenty or so of them swooping at a time. Gastly knew it could do no good and sat in fear in the overhead trees.
"Krow!!!" the leader yelled, the others resounding echoes to the war-cry. This sound of enfuriation struck fear in all three of them.
"Leave us be!!" the Umbreon replied. "What do you want!" The leader replied in a series of caws. It brought tears to her ruby eyes. She looked up at Lynne. "They want us. They say we shouldn't have interfered. That Murkrow was proven guilty of treason against the flock."
"That doesn't sound good." The Leader of the Murkrow cawed at them once more before the entire eighty of them dove at Lynne and Aijin, pecking them furiously. Both suffered from severe injuries, and the Murkrow did not relent until they were most sure the pair would not survive.
Their assumptions were proven true as they fluttered off, leaving Lynne lying in an unnatural position on the dirt path, not breathing. Aijin wailed for the loss of her trainer, laying atop her and staring at the sky, denying it had happened.
Chapter One
There was once Lynne Fiels, a girl in her sophomore year of high school in Lavender. She had long, flowing black hair down her back and the most entrancing silvry green eyes, favouring Darkness and Ghost as her Pokémon types of choice. A common favour for many students residing in the halcyon village.
She started her journey like all others, but her mother Hailey died at the age of thirty-one the April of 2000, having suffered from eight years of malignant cancers. The few years before her demise were heart-wrenching for Lynne, but it didn't take long for the beauty to get over the loss. She had a certain... how would you say it... link with Ghost-types; in other words, she had a medium-type ability and could often speak to her through her Gastly.
Lynne's father, Gene, suffered traumatic mental consequences due to the loss of his spouse, and retracted from any social life whatsoever. He did have his Persian, though.
It was late August of that year when Lynne moved on to her trainer's journey. She had a fair team of Pokés to back her up: an Umbreon, a Gastly, and a Sneasel. She hoped to capture a Murkrow and a Gengar too, and perhaps a Haunter and Misdreavous. Lynne shared a great love for the umbras; she could talk to her mother with them. That is, of course, if they let her.
She settled in for the night, her Umbreon curled up on her feet, the campfire dwindling and producing the most pleasant smell of ashen flame.
A cry of fear and agony woke Lynne abruptly that morning. She jolted out of her sleeping bag and searched the area with vigilant eyes. A lone Murkrow was being attacked by its own flock.
Lynne knew those Murkrow angered easily, but the massive number of them puzzled her. They didn't nest in large numbers around Kanto.
Nevertheless, Lynne released her Umbreon, Aijin, to battle the enfuriated blackbirds.
"Aijin, use your Faint Attack on those Murkrow!" The kitsune nodded in agreement.
"Murkrow!" she growled. "Come and get me!!" The flock stopped in their tracks, staring at the English-speaking fox. "Yeah, me. You don't want to hurt that thing anymore!" This remark made the birds even more so enraged, and thus used their Pursuit Attacks on her. She ducked, concentrating on each of those birds. One by one they fell to the ground unconscious, leaving only the one the group had been attacking. Aijin walked up to it, but it cringed away. "I won't hurt you," she cooed, giving it the Gold Berry that her trainer had given her to hold. It gratefully ate it and at once began to look better. Some of its wounds healed a little. Lynne took it good timing to then attempt a capture. She dug a golden-mint coloured Pokéball from her pocket, a Great Ball. Then Lynne tossed it ever so precisely at the blackbird.
A beam of orangey light engulfed the frightened bird and devoured it whole. The capture light flashed a little, showing the Murkrow had put up a fight, but it settled into a silent and motionless rest after less than a minute. Lynne walked up to Aijin and plucked her prize from the knee-high grass. "Good job, Aijin," she congratulated. The fox purred, receiving a Rare Candy as a reward. "I finally get my Murkrow. Return, Aijin." The Umbreon nodded and a beam of red light swept her into her cozy Great Ball. Lynne set both Pokéballs in the belt at her waist, then set off for Saffron through the dense copse.
Lynne sat on Route 8, eating her lunch of a nice ham sandwich and an apple. She offered some crackers to the Murkrow. It in turn munched happily away on them and eventually warmed up to the sweet trainer. She also fed Aijin. If you don't know, Gastly do not eat because they cannot eat. They do not require nutrition because they are merely spirits.
The girl heard something in the near distance; trees rustling in angry motion. The Murkrow had awakened from the attack and were coming for Lynne!
They swarmed around her, her newfound Pokémon frightened and returning to its ball at her waist. Aijin growled at the mass, about eighty of them. They attacked the pair in tetrads, twenty or so of them swooping at a time. Gastly knew it could do no good and sat in fear in the overhead trees.
"Krow!!!" the leader yelled, the others resounding echoes to the war-cry. This sound of enfuriation struck fear in all three of them.
"Leave us be!!" the Umbreon replied. "What do you want!" The leader replied in a series of caws. It brought tears to her ruby eyes. She looked up at Lynne. "They want us. They say we shouldn't have interfered. That Murkrow was proven guilty of treason against the flock."
"That doesn't sound good." The Leader of the Murkrow cawed at them once more before the entire eighty of them dove at Lynne and Aijin, pecking them furiously. Both suffered from severe injuries, and the Murkrow did not relent until they were most sure the pair would not survive.
Their assumptions were proven true as they fluttered off, leaving Lynne lying in an unnatural position on the dirt path, not breathing. Aijin wailed for the loss of her trainer, laying atop her and staring at the sky, denying it had happened.