CloudySkyLoftyMoon
Junior Member
Chapter One
The First Steps in a Foreign Land
Absol.
The doom bringer.
Sightings of it became more and more frequent as the days went on. Never close enough to battle or catch it, but enough to know of its foreboding presence.
An elder might have taken this sighting seriously. Their wisdom might have provided insight that something was about to happen. Whether it by premonition, some affinity with the land, or simply sensing some odd vibration emanating from the distortion above New Island, it knew something was coming. It tried to warn those around it. It cried, it clawed trees and left markings, it did all it could to both make other Pokémon and people flee. Unfortunately, few did.
If only they would have heeded its warning.
The sky was covered in dark clouds, though it did not yet rain. No lightning or thunder, but the humidity was rising as the temperature was dropping. The air still warm in the region became muggy. The wind carried along the scent of the sea through the island as the gentle breeze became stronger gusts. A storm was brewing, but it was still far off. Hours away, perhaps, if you saw it from the edge of the island. The passion inside most of the explorers, researchers, and trainers wouldn't be doused by a little rain, and even if it were, they had time. Or, so, they thought.
It was not thunder that roared in the sky. Instead, it was a cacophonous crack, akin to a car crash, but times a thousand. It did not stop there, though the first was in fact the loudest. Following this crack was a rain, but not the one that was expected. From the sky fell prismatic shards, scattering across the island haphazardly. Some fell from the distortion over the island, some shot out like rockets across the island, but most came crashing down as the true eye of the storm opened.
Light cut through the clouds and down onto New Island. Rays of iridescent light soon contended with even the greatest of auroras as they flooded the sky and poured down onto the island. While beautiful at first, they became brighter and brighter and were matched by continuous cracks as shards kept breaking off from the distortion as it became active. The beautiful sight soon became more akin to a flashbang until finally, the very last of the shards covering it fell onto the land.
Then and only then was the wormhole truly connected.
Then like a biblical rapture, those that had been hit by or picked up one of those very shards were grasped by one of those beautiful beams of light, acting as a nigh-animate tendril of ethereal power and pulling those around them into the sky and through the wormhole that had formed from the once-crystalline structure that had been suspended above the island. The inside of the wormhole was a glorious road of light traveling in just one direction as if swept by the current of a formless river. The world around them was a golden kaleidoscope of ever changing colors and shapes, reflecting an infinite vastness of the galaxy extending into a sky full of stars that appeared as neither night or day but some twilight in the tween hours when the sun and moon could not agree on whose domain it was.
As they passed through this flow of light, time itself was washed away from them. Years shaven off their lives, and their Pokémon, too. Experience with those years was lost, forms in many cases reverted. Knowledge and skills retained as those could not be washed away by this light, but so very much still could. Not that many may notice in the brief few minutes they would find themselves in this river as the awesome warping of reality in front of their very eyes was both a beautiful and terrifying thing that even the Pokémon that dared call themselves deities could perhaps not replicate. Only then to be met by an abrupt black void, though not from the tunnel. It was a loss of consciousness.
Upon awakening, those flung through the river of light would find themselves awakening... on new island. Dusk was approaching, and the air was different. There was no storm. The air was warm and gentle. Perhaps an illusion. Or, a delusion. Some hypnosis or hysteria? It was not clear. On New Island scattered dozens of feet apart at most and five or six at least, those carried through the wormhole would be in this new world. A new world so similar to their own that at first, they may not notice the differences. Yet, some things could not be denied. While the crystal covering of the wormhole in this world was still solid and steady, the prism shards that some held or were hit by happened to still be carried through. They existed.
There was proof of their venture.
Ghostwritten by:
Sir Les Paul
Sir Les Paul
