An innocent school student, a timid cheerleader, an intelligent amnesiac, a spunky pop star, and a reserved mercenary. When fate brings these ordinary Pokémon together, a dramatic new story begins.
Set in the futuristic world of Aseria, these Pokémo...
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CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of self-harm. If you are sensitive to this topic, please proceed with caution.
The last thing Lute remembered was a torrent of chilling water crushing him and sending him deep into the trenches of Aseria's waterways. He was down there for so long that he had lost consciousness despite his efforts to look for air. The current forced him along a metal waterway for what felt like hours, so the last thing he expected was to actually wake up somewhere.
His body felt like he expected it to, at least. He was freezing and his fur was damp all over. He could only open his eyes to a view of hazy light, while he felt like if he tried to stand, his bones might melt. He sniffled, coughed, and managed a groan as horrible aches in his back took presence.
"Oh man," he gurgled as he rolled onto his back. That allowed him to settle and relax. It took a while to get used to his pain and focus his sight. Sophitia came into view, though she was unconscious.
Then he realised, and rolled back over. He forced himself to his feet, unable to keep in a cry of pain. He had no strength for this. "Sophitia. Sophitia! Oh gods, please."
Before he even touched the Sylveon, she started to tremble and groan. She echoed his movements, waking up with gritted fangs. Giving her space, Lute found Infia a moment later, who was just as weak.
"Oh thank goodness, you're both alive!" Lute sighed. Infia sat there weakly while Sophitia kept growling in attempt to stand up. She staggered several times, but eventually stood strong. "U-uh, sh-shouldn't you?"
"Was... gonna argue that we're probably dead, but... I don't think I'd feel this awful if I wasn't alive," Sophitia replied.
"Thank goodness. You're still you, too," Lute sighed again.
"I'd save the relief if I were you. Where the heck are we?" Sophitia asked.
Lute had to blink a few times to get used to the light. They were on sandy rock, while mountain cave surrounded them on all but one side. The harsh sunlight on the surroundings was enough to make the unshaded floor blinding, so he had to shield his face as he walked over to get a better look.
"I think we washed up on some beach somewhere," he said, soon coming to a complete halt. "Okay. No. We didn't."
He had never seen anything like it. A golden sky with huge, sandy clouds flowed with an unnaturally fast wind. An apple-coloured river rushed beside him, which roared down the cliff he was stood on as an enormous waterfall. Along this coast led to huge plains that stretched as far as his eyes could see. Stars were visible along the distance as well, as if they had fallen into an area on the border of a magical outer space. Everything had an enchantingly coloured hue, and their altitude was enough to bring a nasty chill across him.
"What is this place?" he whispered. His intrigue brought Sophitia over, but she only copied him.
"Wait you mean you've never seen this? Who would've thought Aseria had something like this?" she spun around to get a good look at it all.
