Semi Circles of a Silver Soul

Chapter 1

A rip had formed along the crust of the earth, the fitful world below thrashing its arms and bearing its many long, gaping mouths in a ferocious  snarl. The once beautiful demeanor of Johto had faded and seen rose a new guise never before seen on planet earth... From the pit of her stomach, she released a sonorous cry that the trees had felt first; their roots curled up beneath them as a deep and full voice began to quake the land. As this happened, burrows in the earth sprang up with both dirt and trees being tossed out and flung into the air so that they for a moment had touched the sky. Seconds later did they remember of the all that was to come and so frantically they scrambled to clutch onto the clouds with their many regal arms; but upon their touch, the millions of pounds of water had fallen alongside them. And just then- as they had fallen and hit the ground- the faults had opened to swallow them.

The world's cry raised to a deadly howl that shot out and made even the sun coil in fear. She shook with such force that she herself had come undone. A million mouths all along her body erupted to life and joined the scream, joined the want for her empty belly to be satisfied. The sound was deafening- the trees that still remained started peeling themselves of their bark and writhed their fleshy bodies, squirming atop the vibrating ground in hopes that they would find mercy along the horizon. It proved a fool's dream, however, when they saw the lake, the name of clemency they had grown accustomed to, in complete and utter war with the world around it and a boy caught in the torrent of its zeal for victory. Water pounded its heavy fists along the land that encompassed it, chipping away the earth one inch at a time. All was once to be saved, now all was to be destroyed. And destroyed all would be...

Zealous torrent after zealous torrent and the ground grew sharp. Blow from either side and at once mountains has risen and fallen and the seas had been trapped then escaped and overflowed. People watched in horror as this happened; in devastating numbers cities were consumed, many slipping under sea level to then be dragged far into the seabed and torn apart. There existed no doubt, the world of Pokémon would never be the same again...

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Rune saw the ripple and the tidal wave that came after. He tried to stand, to run back home to his father when suddenly around him he saw the lake outstretch its wrathful arms and quickly dragged him under the tide. He dug his fingers into the ground hoping that by some miracle he would not die. He yelled out for help, agonized over it, but not a soul would come. It seems that even at the end of the world people could be foolish enough to believe their homes could save them. The last thing Rune saw before he had succumbed to the water that wrathed itself upon his body was the hundreds of homes of his hometown plummeting to a damned purgatory down below the world of the living, down to an absolution. His own home was among them. Father...

The coral beds shattered in Victory lake causing mass impalements of the Pokémon by the branches they had once upon a time called home. The water turned from an easy blue, from a paradise on earth, to a watery red, to a sinister thing that carried with it the hearts of the fallen. The former glory of the lake had been lost. Thus proving that the Pokémon had been just as helpless as the people and had come just as close to any other to extinction. Nobody trains for a day quite like this one. There is no past experience to draw from; any earthquake could not hope to come close to the power of this killer. Death would now be held to a standard of millions.

The sky had turned black- the bright wing of day had been overcast by a far more sinister, a far more terrifying, monstrous night. A giant hole was left of the space about, and those who took the time and had the patience could hear... nothing. 

 It's funny how when you hear about a catastrophe, you never really think it was ever that serious, regardless of the death toll. It wasn't like that this time 'round. We all felt it, no one was exempt. We all died that day not just ten of us, not one hundred, not hundreds of thousands, but the world. Perhaps I should say, we all hoped we had died because as survivors in the apocalypse we faced the world.

1930, August 7th: The first day of the end of the world...