PMD: Deliverance and Despair

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PMD: Deliverance and Despair
Tweet Topic Started: Jan 19 2014, 02:49 PM (97 Views)
HollyYoshi	Jan 19 2014, 02:49 PM Post #1
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Prologue: Choices Where am I? Is this a dream? It seems too real though… My body…it’s as if it doesn’t exist…. Is it my very soul that’s floating in this void? “…” Oh! What’s that? Did I hear a faint voice?” “…” Someone…someone is speaking to me. “…” Oh! There’s a light! I see a light! “Greetings!” Gah! “Do not be frightened, child. I mean you no harm.” Who are you? Where is this place? “All will be made clear eventually. For now, I need you to do something for me.” Me? Do something for you? “Yes. I have a very important task that needs to be carried out. But I need the right Pokémon for this undertaking.” And you think I might be that Pokémon? “That is my hope. But only you can determine this.” How? “Let’s start with you.” Start with me? Wait, I’m confused. “Do not be. The first step is finding out just what kind of Pokémon you are. You see, it is your character that drives you in every choice you make. I need you to be sure that the choices you will make are going to be the right ones.” But this sounds really important! And if I make the wrong choices, wouldn't that make me a failure? “Not necessarily. Everyone makes wrong decisions in their lives. It is just a small part of who you are. The trick for this task is to not make wrong choices when it really counts.” And if I still do? What if I am the wrong Pokémon for this? “As I said before, only you can determine whether you are the right Pokémon. It is you, and you alone that makes your own choices…” O-okay… “I am now going to ask you a few questions to see what your character is. Do not dwell too much on any of your answers and most importantly, speak from your heart.” My heart? “Yes. For that is how I will know the true you. Are you ready?” Y-yeah…I think so... “Then let us begin.” “First off, what is your opinion on the world? Do you think it’s good? Or do you think there is too much evil?” Well, I'd like to think that the world is good. But... a lot of it gets ignored. It's always the evil that I hear about. “But you think the world is good overall? That wherever there is darkness, there is light, however dim?" I... I guess so. I mean, I think it has a lot going for it. I just wish more people would realize that...And I wish it could be better. "Hmm, I see. What if you had the chance to change some of that? Me? Change the world? I couldn't! I'm just a simple Pokémon! "So you don't think you could make much of a difference?" No. Not much...I'm sorry, did I fail the test? "Oh no! We are not even done yet! Do not worry, child. You are doing a fine job so far." “Now what about trust? Do you trust other Pokémon?” Well, I trust those that I've know for a long time. But, I think it takes me too long to trust others. I only want to make sure their intentions are good, that's all. But because of this, I only have a few close friends... "Tell me, how well do you trust these few friends?" I'd like to think I trust them fairly well... "I sense some hesitation in your voice, young one. Is it possible the trust isn't absolute?" Maybe...I've never really thought about it much until now. “Okay, what if you were thrown in a situation where you had to trust a complete stranger? Would you do so?” I…don’t know. “What if your very survival depended on it? Would you trust them then?” I still don’t know…I suppose I would…if I really had to… “Do you trust me, even though I am a stranger myself?” I really don't know...I don't even know if any of this is real! But I also can't tell if this is a dream and it's really making me feel anxious! "Be calm, young one. You have nothing to fear from me or this place. I promise you that." If you say so...but I'm still kind of afraid. "That is understandable. The unknown frightens many. Now shall we continue?" Yeah...I think I'm ready to move on. “If a Pokémon you care about was in danger, would you try to help them?” I would try...but I would be afraid of not making it in time... “But you would still make the attempt? Even if you were afraid?” Yeah. “Even if it meant risking your own life?” Well, yeah. I mean, I would be worried about being too late and them getting harmed either way. But if I didn't even try to help out, I would have to live with that guilt. And I'd rather not have that. “Ah, very good answer. I have just one last question. Do you have hope?” Hope? What kind of hope? “Just hope.” You mean in general? Well, I try to have hope. Sometimes it’s not easy, but I try to be optimistic and if things are going wrong, believe that they will get better. I also have hope for the future. Is that what you mean? “Yes. That is what I am looking for. And now I have a good sense of the kind of Pokémon you really are.” Really? “Yes. You, young one, have a good heart. I can see that clear as day. And you wish for the company of others who are like you in that way. However, possibly because of that, you have trust issues. Now, know that that isn't all bad. Because since you question the motives of others, you are not easily manipulated, though just remember that you are not immune to it either." Wait, not trusting everyone I meet is a good thing? "It can be. However, your lack of trust is also making it harder for you to make life-long companions. You need to learn that most people you meet have good intentions. I know that there are many in this world that can trusted completely. You just need to find this out for yourself." You can't teach me how to do that? "No, trust is not something one can teach, young one. It still takes time to learn to completely trust others. But I have confidence that you can overcome this short-coming. But I think the one you really need to learn to trust is yourself." Myself? What do you mean? "You said yourself that you didn't think you could make a difference in this world. But here's the thing. Anyone out there can make a difference. It may be a small one that only a few bare witness to, such as giving the needy a little money to buy food. Or, it may be something huge that the whole world learns about. Any act of kindness and selflessness, no matter the size, can change the world in its own way. And I know that you have the heart for it." I never thought of it that way. But I'm still not sure what someone like me can do. "Oh, you will find out in due time, young one. For I believe that you are the one I need to appoint for this task." Me? "Yes. For all your shortcomings, I also see the good in you. You have plenty of potential that you have yet to realize. I see this potential and I have a strong feeling that, if you make the right choices on the path that I am sending you on, you shall reach it. I have potential? For what? "You will find that out as you go along." And you really believe that I can do...whatever it is I'm supposed to do? “Yes. At least, that is my hope. But remember that it is you and you alone that will decide that.” Well...I'll try, at least. “I trust that you will. And now it is time for us to say goodbye.” Goodbye? But I still don’t know you! “You will find out when the time is right, young one. However, when I leave here, you will not remember me or this conversation. I do not wish for your choices to be dictated by this experience.” But, if I don't remember, how will I know that I'm supposed to do something very important? “When it counts, make the right choices. That is how you will decide your destiny and everything shall fall into place. So, ‘till next our paths cross, farewell, chosen one.” Chosen one? Wait? How would I know what choices are right and wrong? And how would I know when my choice really counts? What does that even mean? Wait come back! Come back! Hello? Are you still there? I feel…very alone… Wait. The light. It’s getting bigger. And brighter. It’s consuming me. Why am I so calm? What is this sensation I’m feeling? What is- … … … … … “Go forth, chosen one. Trust in yourself and others. Make the right choices. And be the light of hope in the darkness of this world.” ---------------------------------------------------------- AN: Alright, here we are, my latest attempt at making a fanfic based on the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon games. I've always really liked the PMD series for the storyline. Containing perhaps the darkest, most emotionally-charged and best written stories I've ever seen in the Pokemon games, it was only a matter of time before I went on to write a fanfic based on them. Now, as I mentioned before, this is only my latest attempt. There have been many times when I've tried to start a fic, but they've never gone anywhere. In the first one, which I actually published on Fanfiction.net, I let it die because of severe writer's block and I couldn't exactly figure out where the story was going. Other times I wouldn't even get passed the first chapter because I didn't even have much of an inkling to how the plot was going to play out. I would hit a wall in other terms, wondering just what should happen next in my own story. This time, however, I feel I know where this tale is going to go. That I actually have an idea of how I want things to be. Now, I'm not going to make any promises, but I feel more confident in this attempt than any other that has come before it. So, the prologue. Yes, this is the oft-used 'personality test' that 99% of Pokemon Mystery Dungeon fanfics have. But, I decided to input my own little twist on it. See, no matter what rendition of this fic I've tried, one thing has always remained the same; the protagonist is a natural-born Pokemon. Pretty much every single PMD fic I've read has the 'human-turned-Pokemon' theme that the games possessed and usually the human has amnesia. But, I decided to be different and have the main character as a Pokemon all their life. Hey, I thought it was a cool idea at the time and as you can see here, I still do. And of course here, the only thing the main character forgets is the conversation they're having with this mysterious entity. It's just one of my attempts to make this something original, rather then just a mere retelling of the games. So, that's what I have so far. I hope you all enjoy this! I think I'm going to enjoy writing it.



HollyYoshi	Jan 20 2014, 04:55 PM Post #2
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Chapter 1: Fire and Ice Flurries of snow whirling through evergreen pines. The crunching of frost underneath fleeing paws. Pursuers gradually catching up. A voice punctuating the air. “Give it up Apollo!” The sun was setting over a sizeable valley as a sturdy Arcanine raced across. Behind him was a trio of Mightyena. Robust, lethal, with sharp ivory fangs bared in enmity, the dark types chased him on. As the Arcanine nimbly soared over a fallen log, he heard another voice behind him. “You can’t run forever Apollo!” Apollo let out a low growl. He could have confronted them – all of them. They could have all been taken down with a strong snap at their throats, and the snow could have been stained crimson with their blood. But while the canine Pokémon was more than capable of taking his pursuers down where they ran, he didn’t simply because it wasn’t a necessity. He had learned long ago that there were times when one needed to take a stand and fight and times when one needed to swallow their pride and retreat. This was a time to retreat. The largest of the Mightyena, a muscular beast with a notch in his left ear, increased his stride. As he broke rank with the other two, the dark Pokémon let out a loud howl. The cry echoed all through the valley – several of its inhabitants stopped what they were doing and raised their heads at the reverberating sound. The Arcanine looked back as his foe slowly closed in on him. The fire type jumped off to the side as the Mightyena snapped at his tail, and quickly changed his direction to throw off all three of his trackers. Up ahead, Apollo could see immense sandstone cliffs, precipices that casted a looming shadow over him. These cliffs acted as a wall, shielding the valley from danger outside its borders. A smug grin crossed the Arcanine’s muzzle. For he knew now how he was going to lose those trailing him. He had seen them on a previous visit to the valley, a set of large rocks resting on a peninsular ledge, the topmost one reaching merely a few feet below the top of the bluff. The first thing the fire Pokémon had been reminded of upon his initial sighting of them was steps. And as that memory resurfaced, Apollo decided that if he was going to have a chance of escape, he needed to climb up those stones. With his powerful legs, he skillfully leapt up onto other outcrops on his way up the cliff. The Mightyena, much less agile compared to him, scaled the precipice at a slower pace, but they were still holding their own all the same. At last, the Arcanine had reached the ledge with the stones resting on them. Taking but a few seconds to stop and gauge how far his pursuers were, the Pokémon began his ascent. It took but seconds until Apollo had reached the top of the pile. He glanced down to see the Mightyena still making their way to the ledge. Their leader chuckled balefully as he looked up at the fire Pokémon. “You cannot escape us Apollo!” That was what he had thought – but he had thought wrong. The Arcanine jumped off the pile, and landed onto the zenith of the cliff. He turned around and took a second to flash a smile the way of the Mightyenea; right before he positioned his nose under the edge of the top rock, and with all his might, gave it a big push. All three of the Mightyena dispersed as the stone fell down. Two more had even been dislodged in the process, causing small tremors to shake and clouds of dust the fly up as they landed that nearly caused Apollo’s foes to lose their footing and fall off the outcrops. One of the slabs had even split in two from the sheer force of crashing onto a ledge. When the dust finally cleared, the leader of the Mightyenea looked up… and let out a gasp. Apollo was gone. He let loose a howl of rage. “Again. He got away again! We should have had him that time!” The other two cast uneasy glances at one another. One of them, a scruffy looking Pokémon stepped forward. He chanced what he hoped was an innocent question. “Uh, Notch, are you –“ “How could he have slipped from our grasp again?!” The scruffy Mightyena backed away at the outburst. “And we had him! We had him right where we wanted him and he still got away!” The scruffy Mightyena opened his mouth to speak, when the other laid a paw on his shoulder. That third member shook his head, indicating that it would be best to leave their leader alone for the time being. The scruffy Pokémon let out a deep sight. “Well, there’s always next time.” …………………………………………………………………………………………… With no one chasing him, Apollo could walk through the land at a relaxed pace. The Arcanine looked up to see that the sky had darkened and that the first stars of the evening had made themselves known. Night was coming. Night… Apollo shook his head. He should have been back hours ago. They were sure to worry about him. However, there really wasn’t much he could do but get back as soon as possible and explain the situation upon his return. They’d understand. After all, this was not the first time something like this had happened. There had been plenty of times when a Pokémon returned hours after they were supposed to. As the Arcanine walked along the snow-covered terrain, he noticed that he was approaching a large forest. He stopped at the mouth of the copse and peered inside. He had used this forest as a shortcut plenty of times before and certainly could have done so again. The thing about this forest, however, was that it was easy for one to get turned around in. Even for those that had been within its depths many times before… The dog turned away, deciding to take a route that was much less of a risk – a simple tunnel through a large cave. In retrospect it would have probably taken much longer than if he had gone through the forest, but the risk of losing his bearings would have been greatly lessened. In truth, he couldn’t have gotten lost in the tunnel if he tried. Apollo’s nose furrowed as a strong aroma drifted through the evening air. It was a strong odor that he was more than familiar with – the crisp scent of burning fire. The Pokémon tilted his head. Who, he wondered, could have set up a fire near here? He decided to venture on, using his keen sense of smell to find where the blaze was. After a few second, he caught sight of a small, dim light in the murky darkness. As he got closer to the flame, the Arcanine noticed something unusual. The reason it looked so small was not because of distance but because it actually was physically small. And it was having a hard time staying lit, flickering constantly. There were times when the tiny flare seemed to go out, only to relight a split second later. Apollo saw that was a large bulge under the snow where the flame was resting. The Arcanine gently pressed his nose right against the bulge, and carefully pushed it over. And what he saw when the snow slipped off caused his eyes to widen. For lying in the snow, flame getting steadily weaker…was a young Charmander. “I should have thought of this when I saw the flame,” Apollo realized. He crouched down to get a better look at the small orange Pokémon. “Kid needs to get warmed up as soon as possible,” the Arcanine said to himself, as he pushed his nose under the Charmander and gently lifted him up. Taking great care not to drop the young Pokémon, Apollo turned to head back to the cave he had planned to travel through. It would be slightly warmer inside, plus the Charmander would be protected from the elements. It was the ideal place for him at this point. Apollo carefully placed the small fire-type on the cavern floor, and gently pushed the Charmander’s body so that he was resting against a wall. There was an Aspear scarf around the Arcanine’s neck - infused with the healing juices of the Aspear berry, these special cloths were used to prevent freezing. And that was precisely what the Charmander needed to avoid right now. The Arcanine slipped his head out of the scarf. He tenderly placed the article around the Charmander’s neck. With a tug at the end, Apollo tightened it just enough so that it would fit the smaller Pokémon better, and of course still be comfortable. “That’ll help him a little. But if he’s going to survive, he’ll need something more,” the Arcanine thought, glancing off to the side. An idea immediately hit him. “Fire. A strong fire burning close by is the best thing for him right now.” Perhaps from personal experience, Apollo knew how well a fire-type like himself responded to such warmth whenever they happened to be suffering from the cold. Of course, a fiery blaze was good for many types of Pokémon, but fire-types tended to react the best, as would be expected. The warmth of the flames seemed to give them a new life of sorts. Of course, sometimes, there were Pokémon that were just too far gone to be saved by mere warmth alone. Apollo hoped the Charmander wasn’t one of those. …………………………………………………………………………………………… The canine went straight to work, gathering sticks and twigs to light a fire with. It was slow going, for Apollo’s lack of hands meant he had to carry the sticks in his mouth and thus couldn’t take more than a few at a time. As well, several were wet from the snow and wouldn’t catch fire until they were dry. And the Arcanine actually had to carefully dry the sticks himself by breathing small streams of flames right over them. All through this, Apollo kept a close eye on the Charmander. Every time he entered the cave, he checked on the fellow fire-type to make sure the flame on the end of his tail was still burning. Whenever he walked out to get some more sticks, he cast a glance at the young Pokémon. Finally, enough twigs were gathered and placed in the center of the cavern. Apollo breathed a few embers onto the wood and sparks erupted into a small, but intense blaze. And now, with the steady crackle of a burning fire filling the cavern, the Arcanine could rest. All that remained now was to wait… wait and hope.



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