Many trees stood tall and still under the moonlight; their leaves swaying slowly and gently with a soft breeze. The forest was quiet. A bit too quiet.
Then, a figure stepped between the shadows and faint glow of the moon. A Gallade, but not just any typical Gallade. He was a dark blue color, his eyes were orange, and the crest on his head gray; much different from the regular Psychic/Fighting-type. He'd been limping through the forest for what seemed like hours, injured and infused with hopelessness. The Psychic had several scrapes and cuts here and there, but it was almost like he never noticed them. His face was a slight purple too; he'd been poisoned.
Although he was badly poisoned and wounded, he tried to act as though he wasn't hurt, but to no avail. The Blade Pokémon had been calling out for help ever since his attack, but nobody came. He gave up not too long ago.
He knew his defeat was inevitable, and he became weaker as his energy quickly depleted. He stopped and rested on a tree, looking up at the sky, as if someone could see him from above and come to his aid. As he grew more worn out and exhausted, the Gallade sat down and shut his teary eyes. He hoped that someone would find him.
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A wicked cackling filled the air as the Dawn Wings's armor seemed to crack, light emerging from inside. He stepped back in alarm, dread rapidly rising within him. I+f^#!ty's Brain Prism rose out of his helmet, then burst into an extraordinary bright light, covering him completely whilst he grew bigger and rose higher into the air. The team had to cover their eyes from the strong wind and brilliant radiance of the Legendary as it transformed.
A large, eight-pointed star briefly flashed, then the light faded, revealing a massive golden four-winged creature. Extreme heat released from the glowing dragon as it gave out a deafening roar louder than thunder, a red aura beginning to surround it. It looked down upon them with its multicolored eyes, an expression of malice and anger that pierced his heart like a spear.
"Holy shit.."
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Footsteps, loud and clear, broke the forest's silence once more. "I think it's over here," a female voice began. "I saw it limping around; it's gotta be here somewhere."
Another voice called, "Well it better not be one of those Dark Pokémon again! We can't have Lunar always wasting her time saving us!"
As the female searched around the dark forest, her foot bumped into something. She looked down, realizing what it was. "Wait, hold on, I found them!" She knelt down to the figure sitting against the tree.
"What, and who is it?" a different Pokémon asked.
The female squinted to better see the shadow for a moment, then shouted to the others, "It's a Gallade!"
A Sylveon came rushing over after the Fox Pokémon's response, halting beside her. "Oh no, it looks he was attacked pretty badly," she stated, examining the fainted Psychic the best she could through the dim moonlight. "I didn't bring any medicine; just carry him over to my den, Amethyst, and I'll take it from there." With one of her feelers, the Fairy-type signalled to someone in the group.
Amethyst, an Espeon, broke out from the crowd. Her eyes and forehead gem became light blue, and she led the group back without a word, dragging the injured Gallade by her side.
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Nightfall - Volume 1 (INDEFINITE HIATUS)
FanfictionThe first entry following the story of a Gallade caught in the middle of a deadly war. After fainting from poison, a blue Gallade finds himself in Nightfall, a small town in a forest solely for wild Pokémon like himself. He's warned about Dark Pokém...