Each Past 「Pokemon Watty Awards 2016」

Chapter 1 ♦ Nightfall

♦ Dedicated to RemFantasy for being a swagilicious friend who's a flawless cover maker and writer! <3 I hope we can keep being friends, and thank you so much! You really helped me grow a lot as both a cover maker and as a person! ♦

Welcome to Chapter 1 of Each Past! I know I haven't updated in a while, but eh, I took a long time to completely plan this. Let's just say, it's completely different from what I had in mind in the beginning X3

dedi to Jingx too because I kind of took a part of a poem she wrote for my other book and put it here soo

:I do not own Pokemon or the images used in the cover, but the plot, personalities and the edited cover belongs to me. You may not copy, translate, or reproduce it in any form unless given permission by me, @NyxAbsol.:

With that said, I hope you enjoy!

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Smile.

A twisting, spinning whirl of colours

Frown.

A lash, a dash of lightning fury

Tears.

The slipping away of a long-faded memory

Drown.

A chilling silence for all eternity

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A stifling, ominous silence fell like a veil.

Surrounding the forest with a cloudy, dark haze, it remained, not a sound to be heard, the dim yet magical glow of the late moonlight illuminating the outlines of the thick forage in a cold white. The sight, no matter how enchanting it seemed at an innocuous first glance, hid a cruel, sinister darkness deep within.

Everything felt like time had stopped- not a breeze licked at the leaves of the trees and shrubs that lined the forest, the usual rustle of leaves was absent, every Pokemon still and absolute in a deep midnight-induced slumber.

Every Pokemon except one.

A sheen of sweat coated it in a thin, slick film, glistening under the soft lighting of the moon, despite the cool, still air that surrounded it. His hurried pants were silent, and under the matted, grimy fur were tired, aching muscles that heaved and begged for a break. His tense body was rigid and silent, save for the occasional twitch of his ears as he listened with a frightening intensity.

Then, narrow eyes glinting like black, merciless diamonds, two bright spots against the mane of black and blue fur that masked his face, he pounced.

Leaves started to rustle under his feet, and the eyes of the creatures nearby started to open, the screaming of the thought "run away" hidden by the thick fog of sleepiness. Stumbling to their feet, they formed a ragged defensive position, but the low rumble of their predator's growl was too near.

A few metres away, a young Sewaddle awakened, its beady eyes widening with both the fear that pulsed through its paralysed body and the moisture of tears that had started to gather. 

It was thankfully concealed by the shadow draped upon it by a drooping tree, but that disguise would not last for long.

Words bottled up in its throat, but the wall of fear prevented it from speaking. It gazed at the two Leavanny—with utter helplessness—who were no match against the large Luxray's razor-sharp fangs, crimson blood spilling onto the ground in abstract patterns akin to that of an angsty artist, the disgusting stench of metallic liquid quickly snaking its way to the young Pokemon's nose.