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Fanfiction Eternal Darkness

Discussion in 'Literature Library' started by Moonstruck-Mist, Nov 27, 2018.

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Asher's partner name?

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  1. Moonstruck-Mist

    HoverBoots
    (Shaymin (Sky))
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    Summary: Once saved, the Pokémon world is now threatened by a beast with powers beyond even the One of Origin. With a prophecy on her back and not a memory to her head but her name, Asher is dragged into a war against the beast who turned the world to its darkest hour. Will she manage to somehow end the darkness that has begun to course through the world's veins? Or is she meant for something even greater than just a simple war between Light and Dark? (PMD story)

    *As of the original time of this post, chapter 1 of Eternal Darkness is incomplete, and therefore, unpublishable. It may be finished within the next week, or month depending on current writer block*
    Edit: Summary changed to fit setting.
     
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  2. Moonstruck-Mist

    HoverBoots
    (Shaymin (Sky))
    Level 21
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    Chapter Finished: December 5, 2018
    Words: 5358 Words
    Length: 14.8 Pages
    Time taken: 1 Month 12 Days

    //I've been debating whether or not this'll be truly something fun to do, but recent events have made me sure of what I'm going to do. For years, I've been writing what seems like nonsense, and so I have decided to continue it, making my world as cryptic as possible for you to solve. Maybe one day you will, but for now, let us meet a new cast, a new hero in an old world. Are you ready? I hope so, because the adventure starts now\\

    Asher turned quickly as a low growl sounded out behind her. With her turn, she swung her arm, her wrist meeting with the wooden blade aimed at her side. She flinched as she felt it bruise her, but the momentum of her turn carried through as she punched the holder of the sword, knocking them back several inches and off balance. Her next strike was even quicker as she pushed forward and shoved her opponent to the floor. Her breathing began to slow only as the attacker raised their hand, surrendering to her already. She collapsed to the floor when the sweet ring of a bell echoed through the room, signaling the end of the battle as quickly as it had begun.

    "You sure are getting better," a voice mumbled from behind the female, though she didn't react by lashing out. Instead, she simply nodded. "You know, you not talking won't help your condition, Asher. You may be strong, and you may be on your way to freeing yourself from the hand of the ringleader, but you know they won't let you out without trying their hardest against you. Sure, this may have been your hundredth win in a row, or something like that, but there are even more people here, and with even more dangerous skills at that. Why don't we just talk and we can discuss strategy for you to actually survive your next fights?"

    Asher remained silent for a moment, then stood and looked to her bruised and battered arms. She was thin as anything, but she managed to live through all the pain she was put through. "I don't care," she mumbled to the man, her eyes never leaving her arms. "You know I don't care about escaping, so long as I just get a nice meal every once in a while and a room to sleep in. I'm a fighter, not a liver. All I do is fight and beat the heck out of people. I'm not like you, Kirin. I just want to play."

    When the male placed a hand on her shoulder, she turned and punched him in the gut. This earned a loud cough from him and a gasp of shock from the crowd. Asher didn't even listen as she used her free hand to grab his shoulder, pulling him into another punch that forced him to the floor. A loud cheer came from the remaining crowd members, but a loud, and probably hurtful, tongue-lashing from the people who had been coming in to take her back to where she resided. She didn't resist as they pulled her from the man on the floor and out of the arena. She had done what had wanted to the man, and she hoped he wouldn't come back to mess with her any longer.

    As the people behind her began to push her through the halls, an odd feeling washed over her. She suddenly stopped, turning her head towards one of the cages in the hallway. Inside sat a small blue and black canine the size of a small child. She had seen it before, but never in action. And as far as she was aware, it was one of the more dangerous creatures here, which was quite shocking to her. If they considered such a small creature dangerous, what did they not consider worrying? Before she could wonder much longer, she was pushed forward again, her eyes torn from the creature.

    The pushing continued through the hall and up a flight of stairs. There, she was pushed through a door and into her own room. Compared to the cages below her, it was rather nice, but it was nothing compared to the higher-ups on the first and second subfloors. Yeah, everything about this entire arena and fight was all some underground black market stuff. As much as Asher would have liked to know more, it wasn't like anyone liked her. Not even the higher-ups wanted to see her where they were. The person she had faced earlier had been one of those on the second subfloor as well, so it didn't surprise her how they tried to keep her down, even with her streak.

    She soon heard the door lock behind her, and looked to her hands in the silence of the room. The skin of her palms was cracked and bleeding, shocking since she had never bled from them before. But to her, the most worrying parts were her wrists and upper arms. All along them ran bruises from battles long since won, as well as reminders of the broken bones she had suffered in her first couple of weeks. But as much as they hurt, none hurt more than the emotions she shoved deep down in her. She was very emotional when away from prying eyes, but it became worse when they began to keep closer eyes on her. She had long since become a ticking time bomb, just waiting to erupt and harm everyone in her way, just like the man who had been trying so hard to help her. Quickly and silently, she shoved her thoughts away and moved to the wall opposite the door.

    She glared at the wall lined with pictures of the outside world. From famous buildings to forests to the Earth itself, the wall was entirely covered in pictures that reminded her of what she could never have again. It wasn't like she had known it for long either, having only been five when she was abducted from her old home, which had been torn to shreds though it remained on the wall. Now, ten years and many bruises later, she was finally starting to understand that she couldn't leave. She was stuck here under the thumb of some lucky freak who ruled everything here. At least there were some rebels, but she didn't associate with them; she didn't have a pack.

    As she kept watching the wall and pictures, the feeling she had received back down on the arena floor came back. She quickly turned, but her guard was lowered when she noticed the same creature from the cage sitting on her bed, kicking its legs. Even though it was there, something told her it wasn't the real one, mainly the odd flickering of its body. It reminded her off a hologram, though rarely did she see one. It was mainly when someone sent her a message about her next match did she see one, but she was certain this was one of those.

    "Surprised to see you ain't panickin' or nothin'," it chuckled, continuing to kick its legs as it looked up to her with bright red eyes. "Yer probably wonderin' how I got 'ere, eh? Well, it's just what we call a mental link." Asher didn't respond as it jumped off her bed, moving to the middle of the room before staring at her. "I noticed ya lookin' at me when you passed by them guards, Asher. I'm surprised you were even interested enough in my push to look at me. But, well, you probably have a lotta questions. Go ahead and ask away, 'kay? Not like I'm goin' anywhere. Immediately, that is."

    Asher remained silent for a moment before she let out a sigh, as well as a breath she had been holding for however long. "What in the blue blazes are you?" She growled lightly, her fists already clenched in case it was some sort of trap. "And how the hell are you talking to me? You're in that filthy cage of yours downstairs, right? I shouldn't be able to see or hear you, even if there's some sort of mental link between us."

    "Well, to put your first question simply, I am a creature from another universe that ended up here somehow," it began, placing its paws behind its back as it looked at the wall behind her. "I believe they called me a Riolu in that world, though I'm not a hundred percent certain anymore, 'specially with how long I've been here. As for how I'm talkin' to you? I guess you can just say that I've learned to speak the tongue of humans after so long of bein' in the presence of the people here. And, yes, I am actually still in my cage downstairs. I just thought I'd get to know you a little better, Asher. No one will see me, so do try and keep it down, please. I don't need you to get in trouble for my powers."

    Silence echoed between the two before she let out a light sigh and sat on the ground, her hand on her head as she tried to comprehend what the hell this thing was. It was like some sort of black and blue dog on two legs, though that was about as far from a dog as you got. Was it some kind of furry? No, they didn't exist down here. Maybe an occasional kemonomimi, but anthros were well and forbidden from the arena for reasons well before she was even born. Her thoughts echoed within her head, but so did a feeling of impatience. Why would she be even slightly impatient? It wasn't like she had asked something. Wait. Was this the creature's doing?

    "What would that list of powers include?" She noticed as its ears perked up at her question, a feeling of confusion running through her. "Don't try and bullcrap me, whatever the hell you are. I know you're somehow toying with my emotions with those freaky powers of yours. Tell me what you can do, and I probably won't bother to lash out at this projection of yourself." She silently clenched her fist as she watched it flicker. "That is, if you even have powers. You're probably some sort of hallucination I'm making up to keep myself company in this lonely place."

    "If I was a hallucination, would I be able to do this?" He walked over and grabbed her wrist, though it felt a bit weird seeing as of how he wasn't truly physical. Before she could think of what he was doing, he turned her around and pushed her face-first into the wall with a great amount of force, likely bruising her chest and cheek. "See? I'm a real creature, but I'm just a bit of a mental projection, so I can't use my full powers like I do in battle. Now will you believe what I have to tell you? About me having powers unlike those of your kind?"

    Asher snarled and tried to push him off, but for such a small creature, he could put a lot of power behind his push, which kept her stuck against the wall. "Alright," she growled, somehow unable to move her feet to kick him away, since that was really the only free part of her body at the moment. "I see that you're some sort of freaky creature able to do whatever the hell you're doing, freak. Why the hell did you even come to me? It's not like I can do anything to help you. I don't even have my own freedom, so if you want that, you'll have to try someone else to help you."

    "Oh, what I want isn't to escape." With a slight chuckle, he finally let her go before walking back to the center of the room. "You see, before I came here to your world, I was one of the most well known members of Team Rise, an Exploration Team literally designed to fight and save the world. But, when I was brought here, I lost almost every bit of power I ever held, besides this weird mind thing where I'm still somewhat physical and all that stuff. And because of this, I really have no chances of escape, even if I wanted to try. Instead, I want to make a deal between the two of us. I get you out of this cell, and you take my place as the leader of Team Rise. How does that sound to you, little girl? I'm sure being free, having "magical" powers, and the destiny all could ever dream of but few ever get is a nice price to pay for just saying hi and taking care of my friends."

    "As if you, a tiny creature with powers barely able to scratch me, could get me out of this cell without being caught." Asher snarled lightly to herself as she rubbed her wrists, only stopping momentarily as a feeling of anger washed over her. She pushed it to the back of her mind, only then turning and glaring back at the Riolu. "What's with that emotion thing you keep doing to me? It's getting really, really annoying, and I'm really debating kicking your tail all the way to the surface if you keep doing it."

    Riolu laughed lightly and walked to the door, a guard passing and not even noticing him. Asher would have reacted, but she knew she would have regretted it had the guard turned and noticed her reacting to whatever the heck she was seeing. She didn't know what happened when people went crazy here, but she was sure her "talking to herself" would be considered crazy, especially since no one could probably see him. She wasn't a hundred percent certain, but this was quite evident of how the guard had just walked right by without even noticing him in the light. Riolu then turned to her and smirked.

    "I may be obvious in the light, but it doesn't mean they're invisible to me," he told her, raising a single digit on his paw. "There is one more battle scheduled for both me and you today, and they're directly back-to-back, with you right before me. If we're lucky and we can pass by each other, we can take out each other's guards and make a break for the arena. If my guess is right, and it usually is, then we will be alone for approximately 132 seconds before the guards arrive to take us out. That's all the time I need to get you out of her with the last bits of my power. I might die after it, but I really don't care. I may die, but we're both still technically free of this place, though the consequences of such an action might be severe! But let's push that to the side. I'll tell you the more major details during the ritual. All we need to do is agree, and I already do. Oh, and you only have another minute to decide. Guards are coming to check on me right now. And it's not exactly like things are normal when I'm pushing out with my powers."

    Time felt like it had slowed significantly as Asher closed her eyes and thought on what the Riolu had said. Before even thinking of the consequences, she reached down and grabbed his paw, shaking it quickly. "I accept your offer, freaky dog," she mumbled, then opening her eyes and glaring at him. "But if you dare try to double-cross me, I'll make sure you get sent to solitary as soon as possible. Now go off and do what you need to do. I'll be ready for when it comes."

    "And you can bet I will be, too." Riolu smiled lightly before he gently rubbed his wrist. "And before I go, please do think on who you are right now, Asher. I understand you think you do, but reflect on the memories that you once had and those that you do now. Soon, you'll find such memories are the bliss that everyone wishes they could have." With a single wave of his paw, the mental projection of his body shattered like glass before fading away and back to his own cell. "Good luck, Asher. You'll need it."

    With him gone and her on her own, Asher finally went to her bed before falling face-first onto the thin mattress that kept her from breaking her back in the night. As she just laid there, she mentally facepalmed as she realized she hadn't got the answer to her second question - the question about how he was making her feel emotions that she hadn't felt in years. As odd as it was, though, she was sure she could ask him when they were heading back to the arena after their great escape. The only thing she really feared was the plan going wrong and them ending up either dead or together in solitary. The second may not have seemed as bad, but she had heard that the people there would have rather died than have remained in solitary; she wasn't deaf.

    As she laid there, she began to drift off into the endless void that was sleep. Right before she was out, though, a feeling of foreboding washed over her, sending shivers down her spine and making her feel uncomfortable. Before long, and well before she really worried about what she felt would go wrong, she had finally gone to sleep. It was a long and dreamless sleep, lucky for her, but unlucky for the rest of the world as she and Riolu plotted their escape, even through their rest.

    Several agonizingly long hours of a dark world later, Asher woke to the metallic clink of chains and metal against metal. She slowly turned her head and looked to the guard at the door to her room, a metal nightstick in his hands. No words were spoken between the two as Asher stood and walked over, her hands out so he could bring her to the arena. Unlike what they normally did, though, he didn't cuff her and drag her along. She was just handed a pair of wrist braces and then pulled into the hall to be taken to the arena.

    "I'd like to ask why you aren't usually doing what you're supposed to do," she mumbled, pulling on the braces rather quickly and without much problem. She was sure they wouldn't have fit, but they were perfect for her, even making her feel slightly stronger in both offense and defense. "I mean, you don't have to answer, but no one's really ever cared enough to help me battle before."

    The guard keeping her moving forward was silent for quite a while, answering only as they began downwards. "I know the plan between you and Riolu," he answered, his eyes flashing lightly as he let out a small grin. "In truth, I don't like this place as much as either of you, so getting someone out would help with my pride a little, and probably get me fired and into a real job. So, in turn for saving you and letting this go as he planned, I get what I want as well. In my opinion, it's a win-win for all of us. You're free, he's free, and I don't have to deal with these kids anymore."

    "How'd you find out about it in the first place?" Asher questioned back, rubbing her wrists as she tried out how flexible and sturdy they were as they protected her wrists from the full force of impact. "And how can I really trust that you haven't told any of the majors about our escape plan? That is, if it even is a plan that we even attempt." Asher was still skeptical about the plan, but she had to trust someone down here. She just didn't expect it to be with some blue creature that was somehow able to mentally speak to her.

    "How I found out about the plan is something even I'm not sure about," he laughed, quickly shaking his head as he started to think. "I think it was in some sort of dream, but I'm not exactly sure about what made me think it was actually going to work." He simply shrugged before patting her back. "Well, have a good fight in there, Asher. I hope to never see you again as this would mean everything I tried to make happen would be a simple waste of time. Have fun against the highest ranking member of the second subfloor. Your old teacher decided it was finally time to see what you were capable of."

    "That bastard can just go and burn in Hell. Tell him that for me." Asher gripped her wrist before she pulled away and rushed down the hall to the arena where the final battle of her life in this slum would happen. As she ran, the feeling of hope rushed through her, and she finally understood what was going to happen. "There's no time to waste in this pathetic game that is life." As the door in front of her opened, she picked up the pace, her heart pounding with the emotions inside her. "Now, it's time to change the fate that was given to me. It is time to change my future. For my family, friends... And for myself."

    As soon as she was through the door, she threw her fist forward, slamming hard into a metal substance the was sent back and well away from her. The reaction pushed her to stop and stand for a moment as she recovered from the push against her body. She let out a light sigh and raised her head, looking at the man who had been put against her in this battle. It was a young one, but he was bulky and obviously quite bold. He threw the shield she had crushed to the side before drawing a large blade almost double his size. With that in mind, she was sure it measured at least ten feet, which was only a tenth the size of the arena's radius, or 1/100 the full measurement across the arena. That gave her more than enough room to move and attack.

    Asher stood there for a moment before she lowered her wrists and allowed herself to calm down. She could feel energy rushing through her body, but it wouldn't last forever if she just let it run through her. She just had to let this boy wear himself out before she finished him off in a single swift moment. She was sure it would work as he rushed at her, the blade dragging behind him and leaving a large cut in the ground. As he slashed, Asher let her body fall to the ground, narrowly dodging the blade as it flew over her. The next thing she knew, her fist had met the kid's gut, knocking him away and to the opposite side of the arena. Luckily, it hadn't killed him. Unfortunately, he was still conscious.

    "That was a hard hit," he coughed, holding a hand over his gut before he stood to his full height, the blade resting over his shoulder like a paperweight. "But just like any leader in any subfloor, I'm not that easy to take down. If you think I'm like that kid you took down earlier, then you're terribly wrong, sister! I'm not going to hold back just because you're a girl!" He smirked as his blade grew several feet. "So I recommend you give up before I have to kill you and take your head as a souvenir." Asher didn't respond as she raised her fists, her eyes swirling with a hundred emotions. "I'll take that as a no then. Oh well. Your funeral."

    Asher's silence continued as she felt the energy in her veins running to her fists. Blue flames began to seep from the cracks between her skin before consuming her fists. She didn't react, knowing even a moment of fear would make her weak and easily killable. She could tell her opponent was confused by the sudden flame, but she didn't let that distract her from the battle. Fear and confusion were your greatest weakness in this place. If you didn't know, then you would learn with a good hit to your noggin. Of course, that often led to concussions, but nobody had died that way yet. Not that she knew any who would; she didn't kill people like others here.

    "Funeral my tailbone," she whispered, pushing herself to run at him. As he swung the blade, she grabbed it with her hands, somehow stopping it in place as she continued to run. She noticed the male trying to pull it away, but her contact stopped him from moving it. "It's your death-wish to wish to kill me. And in return, I won't let you go without a fight." She saw the fear in his eyes as she reached him. She looked at him before hitting with a powerful left hook. If it hadn't been for them both holding the sword, then he would have lightly broken his neck as he flew into the wall. Instead, he didn't move, and she was able to get several more hits on him. "You claim to be number one, but you're so pathetic! Weakling!"

    Asher could feel her emotions beginning to swell as the energy rushed through her. All of a sudden, it all came undone. The blue flame became a rainbow, flowing with a million colors that she had never seen before. She finally pushed away from him, her hand leaving the sword as she left the range of its strike. As though the force she had been holding back had come back, it cut through the air, a loud explosion following after and covering the area in smoke. She could hear screams, but her fear was held within the flame. Every emotion she felt was pushed from her heart to the wrist braces, allowing her to embrace it all as a weapon.

    As the smoke finally began to thin out, she rushed at the man as he was recovering from the massive amount of smoke and screams from the spectators. For a moment, she could see the fear in his eyes, but she pushed it away and forced her hand upon his chest. She noticed light before every bit of flame rushed between the space of her hand and his chest. A light smirk appeared on her face before an explosion of light and energy erupted between them. She was sent back and to the opposite side of the arena, but he was thrown through the wall with enough force to not only break it, but shatter about twenty feet in every direction possible.

    "Full force strike: Force Palm." She panted heavily as the energy began to dim and leave her body. She then collapsed to her knees, blood dripping to her hands as it feel from her nose. The massive amount of energy she had used had backfired on her, but it hadn't been too bad. She just had a bloody nose and probably a bruised wrist or something. "I... Whoever you were, I don't care. But you know you can't beat me now. I'll just push past my energy and kill you if you try any more than what you have done."

    Of course, after what she had done to the poor male, it was unlikely he would even be moving for a while now. And now that the battle was over, she felt that the time for her escape was here. When she passed by Riolu, she knew that they would be able to come back here and escape. But right now, she needed to catch her breath. She needed so desperately to regain the massive amount of energy from the attack.

    "So you really thought you could take me out with such a weak and pitiful blow, huh?" Asher raised her head in panic as she saw the man step out of the hole in the wall, his body bloodied and bruised but still standing. "I will admit that you hurt me, but I won't let you think that you're stronger than me just because you can make explosions with your emotions and all that. Instead, I'll show you what I, the number one in the second subfloor, has in store for weaklings like you!"

    Asher groaned and fell to her knees, her energy fading faster as wind began to swirl around him. His word broke and fell to the ground as the wind around him began to pick up, but all of a sudden, it stopped. A look of shock appeared on his face before he collapsed to the ground. A metal rod stuck up from his upper back, as though having been shoved in from behind. That metal rod... It was the same one that lines the walls of the cells right on the opposite sides of the walls. Had she really sent him that far back?

    "Good job, kid. If I had known you were gonna get me out that way instead of following the plan, I would have been better prepared to take this kid out." The Riolu stepped out from the shadows of the hole she had caused, his body covered in dirt. Loud gasps and screams of fear began to echo when he came into sight, but the duo ignored it. "Thank you, kid. Now time to complete my end of the deal. Keep the guards suppressed for, like, fifteen seconds please. The energy you used will return naturally, so don't worry about using too much. Bad comes to worse, you'll just pass out."

    Asher nodded and sat there for a while before she finally managed to stand back on her own two feet. By then, the Riolu was ready and sketching odd lines over the floor while the arena was being flooded by guards on every side. Asher panicked and pushed her hands out to both sides of her, and a blue flame erupted and surrounded her, as well as the Riolu, who's work had slowed with the flame. Asher didn't know how this was working, or why it even was, but she didn't question it as a bright light began to flash all throughout the arena. And with it, Asher's flames dissipated into nothing, leaving her weak and exhausted once more.

    Riolu's work didn't stop, however, as the flashing light began to grow brighter and more frequent. Asher soon found herself on her knees with her hands on her temples, a loud screech echoing throughout the room and her mind. But all of a sudden, as though it had never been happening, it all cut off - the light, the sound, everything. Everything that had been keeping her down had suddenly disappeared, including her exhaustion.

    Asher slowly opened her eyes to see what had happened, but she opened them to a blank work. Everything around her was white, and even everything about her had become difficult to tell from the surroundings. She could see her hand, though it looked majorly different from what she recalled. Actually, what was it that had recalled looking like? She couldn't remember what she had looked like, or how she had even arrived here in this white world. Was it all a dream that she was waiting to wake from? Asher couldn't tell, but she was sure it had to be some sort of dream. Otherwise, how could she have ended up here. Before she could mentally ask anymore questions, she began to grow drowsy, and soon found herself falling into darkness. When it went dark, so did everything about her thoughts. She lost everything within the light, and the dark would be the life she shaped. Her past was gone, but the future was here. It was time to change fate.

    Information regarding any rules broken or typos are greatly welcome in messages. Thank you for reading, and have a nice day/night.
    Edit: Don't forget to vote for the name of Asher's partner. Until that is decided, Chapter 1 will have to be postponed. It ends Tuesday, December 11, 2018, at 8:59 Central Standard Time (UTC - 6).
     
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