I don't own Pokèmon, but I own Skyler, Raven, Kestrel, Gale, and Carla.
Well, anyway, sorry about the delay. But I have an excuse!! Ya see, it took a while to put up a new chapter, because AVFTS is exclusively on the Tower. Celebi's Intervention is on Pojo.com, Serebii.net, and This Way Up (an ezboard). I don't plan to put AVFTS up anywhere else, so I suppose I have more readers to satisfy with CI. Anyway...
A Veiw From the Sky
Chapter Two
Moonlight
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I was angry- no, I was fuming. I and worked so hard on this wreath, and now it was worthless. I was just about ready to smash the stupid thing, I was so angry.
But, even to my surprise, I didn't. I just picked it up in my beak, and flew away.
There was no way to describe how I felt for the next two days. It was an emotion I had never felt in my life. It might have been anger. It might have been sadness. I just didn't know. It was an emotion so empty, so dead, so depressing, I could physically feel it. I couldn't eat, or sleep, or think, or do anything. I couldn't feel anything, either. I stopped trying to do anything, and no one noticed.
It was the third day I was in this state- or at least, I thought it was. I had lost my sense of time. I was on my way to the lake to sit in the ice cold water.
Sky, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?? shouted an unrecognizable voice. I knew I had heard it before, I just couldn't figure when...
I frantically searched for the creature to whom the voice belonged, but there was no one.
"W-who's there? I said.
Me, stupid, the voice said. I'm you're consience. I'm your thoughts. I'm you're emotions. I'm- well, YOU!!!
"Hu?" I said. "How come I don't recognize your voice?"
Ugh... Idiot. Because you haven't been thinking lately. And I know why. You're depressed. About Carla.
"Am not," I snapped
Yes you are. I know. I'm your thoughts. How can I not know?
"Because I haven't been using you lately, so you wouldn't know!"
YOU use ME? I am sorry sir, but it is I that uses you.
"But this is my body, and you're in my head, and you only come when I call."
WHAT??? What the hell are you talking about? You know that you've been calling me for the last few days. I just haven't been coming, because you've been mad at me. Actually, you've been mad at yourself. And you know it, too.
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
Yes you do. You have to. I'm your thoughts. Your conscience. I'm you. You are thinking this. You completely understand that you have been wrong to mope for the last few days, but every bit of stubbornness within you is screaming that you were correct. However, deep down, you know that you have done wrong. I am that deep down feeling, that you always have when you do something incorrect, but you deny it. I am not wrong about this. I AM NEVER WRONG.
"Ugh," I said, "for some reason, I still don't believe you."
Look. I am not wrong. And I can prove it to you, too. Deep down, you know that you shouldn't be talking out loud, because you are out in the open, and someone will hear you, and right now, you have a feeling that you are being followed. However, you don't want to feel stupid, so you won't turn around, and confirm the fact that, someone, indeed, had been listening to you talk aloud.
"Hey Pidgeyboy, who've ya been talkin' to?"
I turned around to find that my conscience had been right. There was Raven. I knew that I was feeling followed, but I was just too stupid and stubborn to admit it to myself.
I tried to think of a quick comeback, but I was still trying to get used to the consept of thinking.
"Umm... myself."
I nearly killed myself for saying that, I knew very well that talking aloud to my self was a sure sign of stupidity.
"Skyler, you've been acting so berserk- and don't think I haven't noticed. And I know why. You're jelous."
"Why would I be?"
"Because," Raven said sadly, "You know. Kestrel got some attention from Carla, right after she rejected my love wreath."
She rejected Raven's love wreath. Ugh. I should have known. But wait- I didn't remember Kestrel mentioning anything...
"When? Where? Why?" I said.
Raven scowled. "Wow, you really are dim. Yesterday. You were standing right there, eating, when Kestrel choked. He coughed it up, whatever it was, but, well, duh, he got a lot of pity from Carla. I still don't see how a guy like you would forget that."
"Oh, yeah, now I remember..." That, of course, was a complete and total lie, but I didn't want to look any stupider.
"Anyway... now that oyu're back to your same old self, I suppose there really isn't any more chance of me picking on you without you retorting back. Ah, well. I'll go away now."
GOOD, I thought.
Later that day, I decided to apologize to Gale and Kestrel, for being an absolute moron. Afterwards, I would talk to Carla- since she hadn't accepted Ravens love wreath, there was still a chance...
"Hey, uhh... Carla?" I said, seeing her alone in the field that evening at around 9:00.
"Oh!" she chirped, surprised. "Hello, Skyler! Are you feeling all right? You haven't been your sunny self lately."
"Oh, I'm fine," a replied, happy that she had noticed me.
"Want to come sit with me? I love looking at the moon," she said.
"Sure," I said, hopping over next to her and taking a seat next to her on the tall grass.
"Not here silly!" Carla giggled. Then she started to hop off. "Come on!"
So, with that, I got up and went off with her.
We traveled for a few good minutes through the grassy field, until we reached a small cliff over looking a large pine forest, and a crystal clear pond, upon which the pale, white full moon reflected. In the distance, we could see a large mountain.
The two of us seated ourselves on a small rock, and gazed at the fantastic scenery.
"You know, it's good to have company for once," she said after a few minutes a silence.
"What do you-"
"I look at the moon every night. I can't even remember a night when I haven't taken some time off to gaze at it. But I rarely have company. And you know what?"
"What?" I asked.
"The full moon is the best night to see it. I don't know why. There's just something... different about it. The feeling, I mean. And this month is the blue moon. It means that the moon will come out twice this month. You can come along, then, too. It should be fun. What do you think?"
"Sure!" I chirped happily.
She sighed happily. "That's good. You know, I've always had friends leave me- you know; have to go away, with the thought of maybe ever returning. So I always tell them that if they look at the moon when it's high in the sky, then we could be together. But I'll bet you think that that's a little bit childish, right?"
I shook my head. "No, I think it's great that you can still be together when you're miles apart."
She laughed. "That's good. You know, I'll bet that Sheba, all the way out there on Mt. Moon is looking out here. What do you think?"
I just nodded. I couldn't think of anything good to say at the moment.
We sat there for a few more minutes, deep in thought.
"OW!" shouted Carla, rubbing the blue feathers on her back.
"What?" I shouted, jumping to my feet.
"Someone threw something at me," she said, getting up slowly.
I frantically searched the ground for the item that was thrown. And then, to my horror, I spotted it.
It was a small ball, slightly smaller than an apple, with a red top, a white bottom, and a thin, gray stripe separating the two halves. In the middle of the stripe was a small gray button.
"Carla- we need to get out of here. NOW."
"But why-"
"We're under attack. I dunno where that came from, but all I know is that its not safe here. We need to run."
She nodded.
"Come on, let's go this way," she said, leading me back into the grass.
We ran a few feet, but then, we stopped dead. There, in our path, was a human.
It was a female, but she wasn't fully grown. She was obviously a Pokémon trainer, because gripped tightly in her hand, was another one of balls. Everyone knew what those were for. They were for kidnapping Pokèmon.
"Run for it!!" Carla screeched.
We ran back in the direction in which we came.
"Maybe we can fly off the cliff and over the lake, and then stay the night in the forest," I panted.
"Good plan," she replied.
But to our misfortune, the second we exited the tall grass, there was another one. This one was a male, also a Pokèmon trainer. But he wasn't alone. In front of him, was an orange lizard with a cream colored belly, not much taller than us because it was standing up, with a small orange flame on the tip of it's tail.
"I-It's a Charmander!" said Carla worriedly, "we don't stand a chance!!"
"I've gotta try." I said firmly. "Stand back."
"Charmander, GO!!!" the boy said.
Charmander stepped forward, ready to battle.
"You are goin' down!!" said Charmander.
"Only because your human says so," I jeered.
"I bet I could do it without him commanding me to!!" the Charmander said.
"Right. Let's just see where that gets you," I growled.
"Oh yeah?"
I didn't bother answering. I was the first to strike, with a mighty blow from my wing. Charmander gave me a slash across the face, but I didn't lat that get me down. I kicked up dirt and sand into the face of my opponent, causing him to cry out, and fall backwards. Seizing this opportunity, I began packing madly all over his body, causing him to bleed.
"Charmander! No!" cried the human.
But that didn't stop me. As soon as se got up, I slammed him down with another blow from my wing. I then began to peck at his face.
This time, Charmander was a little bit more offensive. I felt him sharply take in breath, and, too fast for me to reach, he shot burning hot flames at my face.
"Aah!!" I cried, fanning my face. The flames went out, but I was still burning mad. I flew up as high as I could, and then, with as much speed as possible, I slammed myself ath the ground, and right into Charmander.
Charmander was down, and I was about to exterminate it by shoving it into the lake below, when I heard something that made my head swim.
"Yeah! I caught Taillow!!" called a feminine voice. A human feminine voice.
It then hit me. I had completely ignored Carla. And now, she was gone. Who cared if I defeated the Charmander? Carla was gone, and it was all my fault. I was about to take out all of my anger on the Charmander, but it was engulfed in red lighed, and disappeared. It had returned to it's Pokéball, where it would remain until it was forced to fight again. And that was that fate that Carla had to meet now.
"Yeah, too bad I didn't get Pidgey. It practically killed Charmander!"
Ooh, Charmander wasn't the only one I would kill.
I flew over at the girl and boy making their way down the hill towards the lake, and began to madly peck at their heads. The began to run, but I kept up at the same pace, until finally, the girl had had it. She grabbed one of my feet, and chucked my at the lake.
If I had been more focused on my Pokèmon training, I probably would have evolved into a Pidgeotto during that last battle, and I probably would have been able to regain control and fly over the lake and land on the ground, safe as ever.
This, sadly, was not so.
Down, I tumbled, into the depths of the crystal clear, moonlit lake. It was then I yearned to be water Pokèmon. It was also then I remembered all of the stories of my foolish ancestors who believed that they could conquer the mystery of the water, only to end all of their storied in the same way- a watery grave.
And I was about to join them.
I couldn't' fight it. It was hopeless. I decided to stop struggling, and let myself drift off into blackness. ~~~End of Part Two~~~
Well, that's part 2- and it looks like the end. But aah, there's more. Don't worry- you'll see what's coming next.
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