Hello, this is my second fic and it’s going to be a good one. I’m pretty sure some of you will think of Inuyasha with this story, but trust me, it’s way different. Well, I’m not going to give the story away, so read and enjoy! BLUE SHADOW & RED INFERNO Aspendragon Jmcd23@peoplepc.com Prologue The black pokemon opened his eyes, the moon’s light shone upon his face, but he did not flinch. He crawled out of his den, and breathed in the night’s air. An unfamiliar smell came to him. His ears twitched back and fourth, waiting for the slightest movement. He walked around his den a few times, then decided to enter the dark, dense woods around him. As he ventured further, a small pond caught his red eyes. The pond sparkled and had few ripples, due to the few drops of water that came from the sky. His aqua-blue rings glowed as the clouds parted away from the full moon above. “Wake the spirits from their graves…” a high voice chanted, a chill went down the pokemon’s spine, but he edged towards the voice anyway, letting puppy curiosity overcome his wise side. “…let them roam wild with rage…” the voice continued, the dark pokemon has now approached a small clearing, with a small cottage in it. It had four, dirty windows. Two on top, and two on the bottom. There was also a door in the middle of it. The top windows were lit, and shined through the filthy windows. The pokemon’s rings glowed again as the night sky cleared out of the moon’s way. The pokemon eased himself through the door. He looked around. It was filthy, vines grew on the walls, spiders hung around on the dirt-filled ceiling, the wooden planks on the floor were filled with dirt, rotting food, dead flowers, glass pieces, and unknown stains. The pokemon saw a few blood stains also. His eyes then laid upon a wooden staircase, he quickly, and silently climbed up them, than poked his head through the door on top of the stairs. Out of all the people he’s seen, this one was the ugliest. “…let them live, this Hallow’s Eve night…” the witch croaked, she had long, bony hands that were hairy and bumpy. Her robes were covered in soot, blood, and were tattered. As for her hair, it was gray and white, it was down to her waist. It had a various of bugs that crawled unbothered in her hair, and there was several split ends. The pokemon crawled behind a small table and edged closer to the witch; he got a full picture of her face. It was wrinkled, and old. Her eyes were black, and around them he saw purple. Her ear lobes were long, and her nose was long, bumpy, and crooked. “…as they soar, let them eat the very soul…” The pokemon backed away under the table, and towards the door. “…of the darkest INNOCENT!” she screamed the pokemon stared at the completely shut door, thinking of his bad luck. Screams and cackles were heard, the pokemon turned around, white and gray ghosts were circling the room. The witch lifted her hands to the air and laughed. He looked out the window, his black pupils turned round in fear, the clouds were parting away from the moon! The aqua-blue patches around his eyes and the rings on his body glowed. The witch stopped laughing and looked down, seeing the young umbreon. He growled at her as the rings stopped glowing. She laughed evilly, then threw a walnut ball with a wooden knut on the top. The ball opened, a blast of light appeared. “Umbreee!” the released umbreon growled, it was bigger, muscular, and shaggier. He had normal yellow rings, but had no patches around his eyes. “Catch me that umbreon, Woraug!” she commanded, the umbreon named Woraug leaped at the other umbreon, pinning him down easily, but he didn’t give up yet. The blue ringed umbreon sank his teeth into Woraug’s front leg, blood oozed from it, but Woraug didn’t stop to lick it he went for the umbreon’s neck. This time, he was successful; he grabbed the skin on his back and dragged him over to his master. The witch cackled, as she placed a chain muzzle to the umbreon’s mouth and chained his legs to a table he was behind earlier. Then she went over to a small, wooden desk and skimmed through a rather large book. “Here it is,” she said, “Demonio Change,” she said, as she took a small beaker with blue powder in it and mixed it with a fearow’s feather and with Snorlax Saliva. Then carried it over to the umbreon. “No need to be scared, for you will be alive, forever!” she laughed evilly as she poured the mixture on the umbreon’s head, he tried to shake it off, but the saliva made it stay on. It stayed for a second, than it dissolved. The umbreon began glowing, becoming bigger and bigger; the muzzle and chains broke off and lay forgotten on the floor. When the glowing stopped the witch and umbreon laughed then dissolved in thin air so did the ghouls. The new umbreon’s appearance was now sitting on the table he was changed on. He was wearing crimson robes with gold lining at the bottom and the collar and at the sleeves. His hair was black and waist long. His eyes were red and his skin was light. He felt around his head, he still had his umbreon ears, he looked behind him, and he still had his tail too. He looked across the room and saw his reflection in the window; he still had his patches around his eyes. “W-what am I-I?” he stuttered, he growled than roared, “HOW DARE YOU!” He leaped out of the window, he than ran as his rings glowed again. He reached his den home, knowing he will never be able to sleep in it again. (Moon) He howled, telling the world about his misery. A female vulpix howled back in respect. While, nine hundred years later, another similar howl awoke a young fifteen year old girl. To be continued…