Pokemon World - The Lost Child

Lucryn: Day 1

*Picture: Lucryn - just imagine him a bit younger than this, he's currently 13

(Day 1)

A child lay amidst cold snow, pale skin blending in, almost hiding the child in entirety. Raven black hair tinted a light almost sky blue at the ends blew across his face from the rough wind. Pale lips were slightly blue from the cold, his entire form was slender and malnutritioned, looking to be around 10, maybe 11.

The lips move slightly, the child shuddering as a rough cough wracks his body with pain. Long eyelashes flutter upward, revealing two lilac orbs with red swirling throughout them. Entrancing, utterly entrancing.

Lucryn felt the world spinning around him, pain filling his mind. Another cough wracks his slender form, sending a sharpened wave of pain to his brain, his mouth filling with the coppery taste of blood. Shifting slightly, he spits out the blood, pushing his protesting body up, a numbness filling his limbs, making it hard to do that simple action.

As his mind calms, the pain being pushed back as he takes in the world around him. All he sees is white, the snowy landscape and nonstop snowstorm blurring out anything distinctive. Coughing once more, blood splatters the snowy ground, his eyes catching sight of blood red eyes with a golden center staring back at him.

"Marsha-" A light cry reaches his ears just as he feels his consciousness slipping away, his eyes fluttering closed, body falling back into the snow.

(Hours later)

Warmth brings with it a sharp and unbearable pain that has Lucryn whimpering, trying to get his body away from the unbearable warmth. His cold body is warming up, and with the numbness fading, the pain is regaining its momentum, causing the child to curl up on himself, silent tears making their way down his face.

"Marshadow" A familiar cry reaches the child's ears, Lucryn's eyes snapping open, his hand abruptly reaching out, grasping in the direction of the sound. His hand passes through a shadowy smoke, oddly not coming into contact with skin as he expected. His eyes closed in pain, his mind working overtime as he was so positive he had pinpointed the exact positioning of the one who made that sound, but he had missed, and now all he could do is wait for the punishment to come.

Minutes tick by, no additional pain flaring up, the warmth still unbearable took much of his attention. His eyes flutter open, narrowed in pain, he glances around. The snowstorm has stopped, and all around him is dead grass, the snow melted a good few feet around him. In front of him are three pairs of eyes. Two fiery red eyes with molten orange centers and a familiar pair of red eyes with gold at the center. Amidst a pained daze he's positive he had seen those eyes.

His brain can't seem to come to terms with just what he's seeing. The two with fiery red eyes that are similar in nature to wisps are covered in flames with hard plate-like masks on their heads. While humanoid in appearance, they are assuredly not human. The one in the center is also humanoid in appearance, but unlike the two, its body consists of shadows, the two bloody red eyes staring quietly at him.

Based on his movement, the direction he reached, what he should've touched is this creature's shadowy exterior, which means the origin of the sound is also...

"Marshadow" As if to prove his thoughts correct, the creature opens its shadowy mouth, and produces the same noise.

"Char" "Cad" "Charcadet." Noises came from the other two creatures, a slew of words that didn't make sense to Lucryn's barely functioning brain. Hissing, he reaches up, touching his heart. Pulling his hand back, he finds his fingers covered in blood, warm and sticky. Coughing, blood rushes up his throat, trickling past his lip and dripping from his chin down onto the wet and soggy ground.