One Week to Change: Prologue
#1 of One Week to Change.
Ok, I decided to post up my pokemon story too.... One reason is because it is my best piece of work... And the other reason will be mentioned when you reach the end of it...
This was originally written with one idea in mind... But as you will find, not everything can go to plan
Note: This is a "Clean" fic.... But the original plan, so to speak, was different......
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Prologue
Sometimes I would ask myself: What is the point of it all? Why must I go to such lengths to avoid everything and anything that I would even consider knowing anymore than an acquaintance? Because that is the way I must live my life. That is the way in which I have brought myself up with. That is the reason why I hide myself away from civilisation, where none would try to search for me. I am the supposed bringer of bad luck, the curse of every other pokémon, the reason for everything bad in the world. I, am an Absol.
I have heard all the stories from passing trainers who are unaware of my location, and the few that did manage to spot me either lost in battle, or lost me after I ran. There is so much about the world that you can learn just by listening, as that is all I've done my life. I have lived alone for all my life and that is the way I like it, for the once or twice when I decided to show myself to another group of pokémon they would either attack, ignore, or run from me. Just because of the legends. Life can be slow at times, but most of all, pain is all it will bring. Because no matter how hard you try, or what you do to right the wrongs of what essentially is your past, nothing will happen. You will receive nothing but pain and suffering. These are the life lessons that I have learnt over the years, and that is why I am sharing this with you now. Nothing comes from believing, and there is only one answer to every question you may have. 'And that is, the way it is.'
Trying to change your past to better your future is pointless, as I have grown to admit, but that is the way it is. To change your past you would need to know your future and that would allow you to not make the same mistakes. But that is the difference between a dream and reality, that is why nothing is how you may want it, that is why I live alone.
Who or what I am isn't important, but these thoughts continue to drive me through everyday. I strive to learn of what my future may hold, but end up knowing nothing aside from what I knew that morning. Yet I still continue to wake up, believing that something may change. Granted, my life involves nothing more than watching over route 211, but I dare not leave my home unless my life would depend on it. And so far I have managed one full year. Last winter was when I discovered the world, and this winter I felt different.
I closed my eyes and turned my head westward, tuning out to the annoying Staravia's that live in the grass below. I waited for a minute or two until I heard yet another pokéball snap shut and the calling cease. Another one would be taken home tonight, at least the rest would remain quiet for a while. I could feel the sun slowly fade out of my sight, allowing full view of the shallow valley once more. Night had fallen. I turned away from my post, and started the long trek through the mountains back to my cave. Another day had passed, and no new answer had come to my thoughts. 'And that is, the way it is...' The saying echoed through my mind once more. I had almost lost interest in silence, knowing nothing but my mind had become almost too much for me to bear. I slumped down amongst the fresh pile of snow that I had gathered the previous morning. The snow had iced over, giving it a hard feeling, but I knew that in a few minutes it would be soft. The cold had never bothered me, but as I learnt from the passing trainers was that cold, and isolation went hand in hand together. So, I felt at home. I had been alive for one year tomorrow, solitude was all I knew, but this is where my story truly begins, it was time for an unexpected change.