Semi Circles of a Silver Soul

Prologue

There within the trees is a secluded town that lays off to the west of the great victory road. It happens that this town resides along a break in the ground, one that branches from the epicenter of the johto fault line; however, though trapped as it is by a precarious situation, not much damage has ever come its way. Only ever experiencing an occasional light tremor here and there it's as if it's been lucky to have been spared from a very different, very bleak, outcome. But luck has a way of changing and getting thinner and thinner as time progresses.

While it's true that one can alter the way something will turn out, it seems, unfortunate as it may be, that the longer you stay on a fault, the longer you live with a flaw, the less aware you are of just how deadly it can become.

There is often peace in such faults because we are a proud people, and we believe the good, no matter how minut, to outweigh what there is of the bad. Some of us even believe beauty to last forever. It doesn't. So when the luck actually does run out, and the beauty goes with it, we're left with everything we've ever known being pulled out from under us.

No town has ever had such pride to believe it's luck to last forever, and it's beauty to be absolute, except for one. Newbark town.

But still there is hope. There in that town where the pine trees stand tall and most of its residents too heavenly for earth, is a boy who's coming out of the mold. Whether he will willfully leave or perhaps be violently shaken out is of no matter. Because by consequence he will fall into place of the life he was meant to live.

Unlike others his age, he exists in solitude. And much too his allure, stumbles around his home town as if it were a storm that calls him closer and closer into its center as the days tumble by. Though, relentless as its call was, he never gave in.

Never.

And hard as it is to survive as prey to a group of sardonic gods, to the people of Newbark town, he nevertheless found a way to do just that. To survive on his own.

His secret was the outskirts.

Wedged between both gods and heaven alike, is a force so binding yet so lax in its ferocity that it abridges both colossals hip-in-hip and still protects those who cowar beneath it's feet. To him, this is what a god should be. It was water. And it's good name was mercy.

It's upon this lake that he broods ever so often. Yet, has no idea how life dares to Prince beneath his very own feet, more-so than with those of the gods.

A family, unlike his in size, but like his own in the sense that their both living atop a bomb, sleeps underside of him. Among them is a life who holds stable to the ground for now, but whose lovely little soul was, and had always been, destined to pertain with the stars. Just as his had been.

He sat along the horizon, thinking life to be ever increasing in the mundane. He couldn't be more wrong. Up above him, the arching, autumn trees let slip from their glass jar a tear. It landed upon the lake with a ripple. Without warning, johto had begun to shake.