MATURE: Utopia

[Kyuuketsuki]

I'm not sure if I want to continue this story, so I'm going to judge by the feedback I receive. The prologue has been sitting and collecting dust since "Sunday, 27 February 2011 22:48", so it's about time I got it out.

Index
Prologue​

 

[Kyuuketsuki]

Prologue​

The women sat by the river and washed their pieces of cloth. The men repaired the wooden houses that were damaged by the storm last night. The girls picked berries and placed them in their baskets. The boys planted new life into the soil of their small village.

A young woman walked past the scenery. She chose her steps carefully as she was barefoot, like everyone else. She wore a beige-coloured hand-made dress that extended to her feet. Her hair was black, same as her eyes. Her skin was dark and clean. She approached one of the women that were sitting by the river.

“Mother,” she said. “I am here.”

Her mother turned her head to see her daughter standing tall behind her. Her eyes squinted at the rays of the warm sun, showing her wrinkles. “Nituna,” she said. “I am finished, you shall take the cloth inside.”

Nituna nodded and picked up the pile of clothes her mother had washed. She walked back towards her house, which luckily, wasn’t damaged by the storm. There was no door; just a rolled up thick sheet of the same material her dress was made of. She laid the clothes on the grass beside her bed next to the pile she took in previously. And then she noticed it.

A small creature in the corner was munching at the grass, oblivious to Nituna’s presence in the room. It’s body was small and white with a single blue line extending from it’s head to it’s fluffy tail. It had two yellow spots on it’s cheeks and beady black eyes. Nituna recognised it as one of the creatures who normally lived in the forest; it must have needed shelter at this time of the year, but it was too dangerous to keep it here.

She reached her hands to grab the creature. She was shivering in fear of what it might do to her, but she hoped that it wouldn’t notice her at all. Her left hand sneaked underneath it, and the creature willingly placed it’s two feet on her palm. Her right palm circled above it and cupped around it’s back. She brought the small being closer to her chest and kept it there. Her legs started rising and trembling.

Her heart started beating relentlessly as she stood at full height. The creature looked at her and smiled, while Nituna looked back in horror. She was holding it. Her heart sank to the depths of her body. Her eyes looked away from it and towards the hole that constituted as a door. She began walking slowly. Her body kept shaking. Her legs found it harder to take more steps. The creature was cupped in her arms, close to her chest. She didn’t want anyone to see it, but failed at concealing the creature.

“Monster!” a young boy shouted and pointed at the small creature, drawing everyone’s attention to it.

They all ran forward, and one of them men wrapped his arm around Nituna and pulled her back, causing her to unwillingly drop the creature. She knew what would happen, and tried to fight out of the man’s grip, but he used his other hand to grab both of her hands by the wrist. She struggled, but after a few second, knew that it was too late. The villagers had attacked the small creature with any tool within their grasp, but never with their hands.

The little being curled up at first, but the constant attacking made it release strings of blue energy that knocked a young boy back. The villagers kept attacking it, ripping at the fur and causing it to bleed from many cuts and scratches. It released more strands of energy, but they were all useless. The creature was soon dead in a pile of red blood on the green grass.

Nituna got dragged to the river, where she was thrown in. The man told her mother about what happened, and the old lady held Nituna under the water. She knew that if she struggled, she could injure her mother, and that she wouldn’t be killed. It was simply a purifying technique to make sure that the monster had not infected her. The boy that got hit with the energy was unconscious, but he was dropped into the river nonetheless.

To these people, the creatures that became known as Pokémon were monsters. They could not be trusted, and they spread evil. These beings had to be killed or they will kill, not matter what they look like. Many incidents indicated this, the most recent one was the one with the boy, but there were occasions in which numerous villagers died.

But Nituna never understood it. It seemed that the most recent attacks were humans attacking these creatures, and those things only killed them because they attacked him, sometimes even in the creature’s own home. She was pulled up from the water, and faced her mother, who gave her a judging look, and indicated for her to go home.