Bestia: an ancient energy that allows Pokémon to use their powers. Lucca Aska is a plucky Brionne raised as a hero in a world devoid of Bestia, where Pokémon must use weapons and armour to survive. Destiny has chosen Lucca and five other outcasts to...
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Everything was black and red. The jagged floor, the skeletons littered all over it, the gravestones, even the sky, which looked like it was made of metal and machines. Parts of that sky broke off with rains of rocks and dust in the distance, where they fell into a boundless red abyss. The red was so bright that it hurt to look at, but the hue darkened the further into the distance it went.
Aside from the muffled crumbles, Crystal's frantic breaths were all she could hear. She dared to take a step forward, where her feet crunched on bones and crusty earth. Then, pillars of blue light shredded the red hue from below. There were six lights in total. The blue lights flew up and swerved through the ruins like serpentine dragons. They swirled and combined to create a giant sword. It was a perfectly white sword with holes along its blade, like the windows of a skyscraper.
Suddenly, everything went silent. That irritating silence that isn't truly silence, but a silence where a high pitched beep constantly splits through your head. A moment later, an angry, aged, authoritative voice spoke:
"Do it. Stop wasting time and do it. Kill them all."
...
In a flash, Crystal came to. One moment she was lost in her dreams, the next, she was aware she had been asleep. The Piplup kept her eyes shut as she settled her breath, which she seemed to be out of. First thing's first. She was under a warm blanket, and definitely on a mattress. She couldn't hear anything worth an alarm. There were Ruby's familiar snores, and the shuffles of someone else in the room. She slowly opened her eyes, but had to rub them to adjust to the dull light. Urgh. That dream again.
A wooden ceiling greeted her. The woodwork combined with vines and nails to tell of a well-built home, even better than the nursery. To her right was a wall of the same work. To her left, a carpeted bedroom. An Oshawott stumbled away from her, twiddling their paws.
"Y-you're awake," he said almost as quiet as a whisper. She was instantly drawn to the leaf on his headband, which changed colour from a light blue to bright green. He blushed, rubbed his face, glanced side to side, and stumbled a bit. "U-uh, e-er, is everything okay? D-d-do you feel alright, lass?"
She sat up and searched the room more. Ruby snored away in a hammock beside her. A shelf overflowing with books lined the entire right side of the room. There were no windows, but a flower with a glowing centre hung from the ceiling to brighten the place. There was a desk with a board in front too, and it was covered from top to bottom in written notes.
"I'm... okay. Wait, I'm okay?" she gasped. She shook Ruby beside her. "Ruby, wake up. We're okay!"
"Urgh, not now. Gimme the crunchy one." The Cyndaquil squirmed. Crystal's eyes narrowed, and then she hopped up to peck Ruby's head continuously. That got her to jolt awake, but threw Crystal to the floor. "Who what where, who dares?"
"Ruby, we're okay!" Crystal cheered.
"We are?" Ruby cocked her head. She perked up and spat out a ball of flame into the air. "Ugh, wa-wait, I'm—"
