Disclaimer: I do NOT own pokemon or any of its characters, but I do own this story. AAMRN – The world has turned upside down. An ancient evil has returned to destroy the world and unleash its master, something so terrible, and something so dark, that the very fate of the world will be on the brink of complete annihilation if someone does not stop the madness in time. Very important! This story will not be suitable for persons under 15. Prologue: Resurrection Screams thundering through the darkness… The air is filled with the stench of death… The awful sound of silence is all that can be heard now… What was the start of all of this? Who was to blame? Did so many have to die? Dead bodies everywhere…so many are dead… You should not have let it happened- that was what I had said – it should never have happened at all. They were fools, all of them. They made it happen. They brought it upon themselves, and thus also upon the innocent world. Many would pay the price for their selfish deeds. They should have heeded my warning. They should have turned back when they came across that black door. They should not have opened it. They should have done a lot of things, but they didn’t. Humans are quick to get their greedy hands on things they have no knowledge of. Fools! They have no idea what they have done. They have no idea what they have unleashed upon the world! Many will die, and many more will soon join them. I fear my time short. They come for me. I must hurry. There is still time to stop this madness. I have but one chance to end it. I cannot fail. I must not fail this world. If I do, I fear all will be lost. I leave this book behind as proof of what has happened here and what must never happen again…if I’m able to end this madness before it’s too late. Dear god! What horrors have they set loose! I must stop them! I must go now, I hear them coming! God help us all… From the Book of Sorrows Ke-ath Lazeroo *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* “Professor?” someone called from outside the tent in which the old man sat reading the passage from the book he had deciphered the night before. The language was old, dating back around 10 000BC according to his calculations. He would never have been able to decipher the texts had it not been for Flur, the name he had given the Unknown he had come across injured some time ago, and which he had nursed back to health. The creature had fascinated him. Although he had the pokemon for quite some time now, he had never come close to understanding it. Flur didn’t belong to him, nor was it kept in a pokeball. It was its own master and came and went as it pleased. He remembered working on the sight late one Saturday afternoon, racking his brains out over the book that they had uncovered lying deep inside the unknown tombs, near the Rhahador ruins in the South East of the Darak desert. Flur had appeared out of nowhere- appearing, then disappearing and again reappearing at different periods during the night. It seemed agitated, almost as if it was nervous about something. Then, the last time, closely around three o’clock in the morning, when Flur had appeared to him once more, it did something incredible. He had not told a single soul about it since it happened. He had realized just how ridiculous his story would sound, since everyone claimed not to have even ever seen the mysterious Unknown he was always talking about, and they already thought him mad. He did not care. He knew what had happened had been real. Flur had come back to him and had spoken to him. Not through words, but through images planted in his mind. Flur had told him how to decipher the text, and also gave him a warning, and then it disappeared and has not since reappeared to him after that. “Professor? You in there?” the voice called more urgently. The old man sighed, irritated by the disturbance. He had told his staff not to bother him for any reason unless it was an emergency. “What is it Walter?” he asked, clearly voicing his annoyance. “Sir, I think you should come and see this,” he said sounding very excited. The professor sighed again before flipping the book closed with a thud. “This had better be important Walter.” Walter was his young new assistant. He barely knew anything about the boy except that he has no family. He was a very secretive boy, keeping to himself and always out and about on his own mission. The boy, barely older than twelve, seemed restless more than half of the time, almost as if he was looking for something but couldn’t find it. Everyday he did the same thing. After he had done his chores he would go out exploring only to come back when it was already dark. But, it was because of this senseless exploration of the boy that the entrance to the tomb had been discovered. He had felt sorry for the boy when he had first come across the youth sitting alone by an abandoned building two years ago. The boy seemed to have gone though some ordeal, judging the way he looked. Feeling sorry for the boy, he decided to take him under his wing, provide food and clothing and a warm place to sleep, provided that the boy helped him with a few tasks. The boy never objected to anything. He did as he was told and never caused any problems. A very strange boy, the professor came view the child, but in any case, felt that what the boy lacked, was affection. A few minutes later the professor and young Walter, along with a few other members of the team, walked down the dimly lit passageway towards the empty tomb down at the bottom of the dusty passage. The hidden tomb had been discovered three days ago by young Walter. Inside they found only another empty room with what seemed to be a simple black square-shaped marble boulder, approximately 1meter in length and 1.5 in width. There didn’t seem to be anything particularly interesting about it, only that it stood right in the centre of the room. There was no engravings, no markings, nothing to indicate its purpose. “Over here professor,” one of the members motioned to the professor. The professor walked around the boulder and crouched down to look at what the man was pointing at. “Let’s have a look,” the professor mumbled to himself as he adjusted his glasses. Something seemed to be leaking from the stone. The dark liquid has even formed a small puddle down at its base. “What on earth?” the professor said confused. “Quickly, hand me that cloth,” the professor indicated towards the cloth flung over the shoulder of another member of the team. “And bring that torch.” Once the cloth had been handed over, the professor carefully dipped the point in the liquid. “This is interesting,” he muttered again to himself. “It’s thick, and the colour - it appears to be deep reddish, almost black. Very interesting,” he continued as he studied the alien liquid. “Hold the torch closer Phil.” The professor took a quick sniff of the substance. “Very peculiar indeed. I detect a hint of iron.” Then it hit him. “Blood? Could this be blood?” The moment the professor spoke that word, the entire room began to tremble. “What’s going on?” One of the staff members shouted. “It’s an earthquake!” another called out, “We need to get out of here!” The professor ignored the cries of his men. His eyes were focussed on something else. The stone had begun to crack. “Master,” a voice suddenly spoke up, breaking the professor’s gaze. He turned and watched Walter kneel down. A few seconds later a loud explosion threw those who were inside the room to the ground. “Master,” the professor heard Walter repeat once more, “Welcome back.” A shadow, blacker than anything the professor had ever laid eyes on, suddenly loomed over him. “Free at last,” the voice echoed with mad laughter. The professor’s eyes widened with fear when the stranger began to take shape. “Dear god! What are you?” Red eyes gleamed down at him. He heard the screams of his team members before a terrible pain exploded inside his head. The last thing that ran through his mind before darkness claimed his vision, was Flur’s warning: “Beware the darkness that lies beneath, beware the hart of man. What you seek will turn on you and kill you while you sleep…” *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Three days later… It happened so fast. No one was prepared. It came suddenly, killing thousands in an instant. They had nowhere to run- no place to hide. They were doomed the moment it had appeared. It came from the east, that seemingly innocent black cloud. What it turned out to be was something altogether shocking and terrifying. It would be that last thing many would see before death came crushing down on them. The ominous cloud grew vast at a very unusual rate. It covered the sky in an hour, stretching as far as the eye could see. All became silent, that terrifying silence which made even the toughest of pokemon shrank away in fear. Fear... The smell of fear hung heavily in the air. Its stench covered the entire land. Nothing could hide from it. Nothing could escape it. That foul black cloud that grew darker with each passing second, almost as if it were feasting on the peoples’ fears. And it did. It consumed the peoples’ fears, their terrifying thoughts and horrid images. It feasted like a king and became even more menacing. The blackness seemed like a void in the sky, like something that had once been there but was snatched away, leaving it black and empty. It was that utter blackness of empty space that filled the people with dread. They were scared. They were petrified. Then it came… A scream suddenly ripped through the air, starling all. The scream repeated itself for a second time, only this time it was louder, more frightening. The scream came for a third time, even louder and more desperate. It sounded of agony, of pain, of utter fear and horror, something, some terrible secret that only the scream knew of, that only the scream could comprehend, but soon, soon that too will change. The people, all those people…Those mindless sheep who did nothing but stare death right in the face and watched as the black cloud began to reveal its horrors. Screams thundering through the darkness… The air is filled with the stench of death… The awful sound of silence is all that can be heard now… Dead bodies everywhere…so many are dead… *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Well that’s that for the first part of my first and very exciting pokemon story to come. Hope you enjoyed it. Looking forward to your comments. Till next time. Lielie ;-D