Title: Forsaking
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #41, Forsaken
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: AU, Fanon-verse, shonen-ai, violence

“We are not the children of the gods, and so we are cursed. We squat in our muddy hovels on the earth while they live in magnificent palaces above the sky. We plant and harvest and hunt and work all our lives away, while they waste their time in idleness. They were witches, mages, and spirits, and we shall never draw near to them, for their powers would blast us at a moment’s notice.

They control strange creatures, creatures of magic, like they, for they are not human, we are human! Their creatures can breathe flame and breathe water, summon wind and call lightning, grow plants at alarming rates… all sorts of deadly things.

And so, my child, you must never venture out of the village alone!”

Red listens to the old woman as she speaks, and he frowns, because he knows the truth, and so, as she falls asleep, he walks out into the forest, and there the creatures do not scurry away at his footstep, but instead they gather around him and make much of him. The birds tell him stories of what they have seen, and the animals bring him food, bits of nut and berry and honey, and in return, he pets them and takes briars out of their fur and places his hands over their wounds, watching them heal.

He is special, and he knows it, as well as the animals do.

They tell him the tales the humans have forgotten, about the Lord of Dragons who lives in a palace of ice crystal beneath the seas, and of the Lady of Flame who lives in a palace of red-gold high in the sky. They tell him stories of the past too, when he himself walked with the Lord and Lady, and he can scarcely imagine it.

Still, it is good to tell him truths to temper the lies the humans have wrought and woven, and since his mother is old and nearly blind, she cares not for his presence as long as he does his chores.

He does, dutifully, because she is raising him as best as she can, and she cooks well enough to satisfy him and does not beat him, so that is enough.

Of course, he is not sure she loves him either, but by now, he has realized that he does not need her love.

It’s… refreshing.

Finally though, his time runs out. People discover that he has healing power, and as he refuses to heal the injured and the sick, they call him a devil child and make ready the stake, piling faggots of wood at his feet while a priest mumbles and sprinkles his head with holy water.

It makes him angry.

It’s his power, so he himself chooses what to do with it! It most certainly is not his obligation to help anyone!

The only person he might heal is his Mother, and that is because she has treated him well. No one else in the village cared for his existence, and some of the children threw rocks because he had red eyes.

Crimson eyes, yes, his eyes are full of power, and they may call it demonic power if they wish, but he knows better than they what he holds, and he will never relinquish it.

So they light the flames, but he is unharmed, and he laughs, and the skies open, as lightning rains down upon them, and torrential floods, and the fire from the stake leaves him, and instead, sends all their cottages and fields up in black smoke.

The Lord and Lady hold out their hands, and he feels wings blooming into being, feathers black on his bare shoulders, and he laughs delightedly.

And then he flies into the sky, to spend half his days with the Lady of Flame, and his nights with the Lord of Dragons, and they are all happy.

And as they kiss, he holds Lance tight, and laughs.

End Fic

Completed 9/14/06

Come on. Surely even the most ignorant know I was referring to Lance as the Lord of Dragons, considering the pairing…

But hey it’s done! Another fairy-tale-esque fic, quite fun! As for the theme, the Chosen Ones (Lance, Red and Charlotte) have forsaken the world, and the people of the world have forsaken them as well. Plus the pokemon too!