Before the Fae carved the Veil and before the first witch drew a circle, there was the Pulse - the heartbeat of the world itself. From that pulse came all magic: light, shadow, life, and death.
When death was born, something had to guide it - to keep the dead from clinging to life.
That consciousness was the Sleeper.
But over time, the Sleeper began to envy life. Every soul it ferried whispered fragments of what it meant to be, to love, to feel.
And so, it began to hoard souls instead of releasing them - building a kingdom of the dead beneath the living world.
The gods called it blasphemy. The witches called it a mistake of creation.
So, two covenants of witches came together and bound him. The two covenants were the black witches and the red witches
They sealed him beneath Lunaris, the academy built over the ruins of that ancient battlefield.
And then the prophecy whispered:
"When red seeps into black, the Sleeper will wake - and bow."
Alison new adventure in the Hoenn Region
A/N:the characters in this story do not belong to me and all images and the cover do not belong to me they belong to their original creator or creators
A/N:Pokemon and it's characters do not belong to me they belong to their original creator or creators