Touketsu Namida
prologue - Prophecy
Narrated by Brock; Fanfic written by Sami, aka Suicune3K

Pre-fic Notes:
See? I’ve rewritten everything, since I never really got to fill out the ideas well. This is the prologue to the rest of the fic; trust me, the real chapters are way longer! Okay, all blabber aside, this fic I’ve rated a PG-13 for violence, some sparse mild language, and blood. The language is nothing worse than what you see on primetime television, and is very uncommon in this fic. Okay? Let’s read!

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   All was wrapped in a deep silence, save for the patter of hollow footsteps and lapping water that still sounded as distant as it seemed. Shadow had long fallen upon the ancient chamber, which made the meager silver glow of the circular pool appear almost like the radiant glare of daylight.
   The silhouette of a man stepped up this pool, seeming to loom out of the darkness like a ghost. Even within the flickering glow of the water, his smooth facial features still were dominated with shadow; darkened like the chiseled carvings of a wooden sculpture.
   “Master Houka?” another figure emerged behind him.
   “At last it is time..” a deep, chilling voice echoed throughout the marble halls, a grin gracing his lips as he peered into the swirling water. “Our opposing blood has awakened; now it is time to prepare for their arrival..”

   I awoke with a start, breathing hard and drenched in a cold sweat.
   I don’t believe it! I put a hand to my chest with a sigh, feeling my heart racing. That stupid dream again..I’m finally losing it!
   It was still fairly early in the morning, thank goodness.. The first dawn’s light had barely even pierced the horizon, which made everything about as well lit as my room with a night-light flicked on. It would be hours before Misty would be pouring ice water on Ash’s face to keep him from sleeping in; a now-traditional morning routine.
   I groggily pulled away the covers of my sleeping bag and staggered to the clearing that lay ahead of us, which overlooked a good portion of the forest. I sighed and stooped over, putting a hand to my forehead. It seemed like I hadn’t slept at all in days.
   “Brock?”
   I straightened myself and turned around. It was Misty; her hair was down and in disarray, her eyes tired as she stood there in her warm pajamas. “What are you doing up?”
   “That dumb dream again..” I yawned. “I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in days!”
   “Yeah..we all know! Nothing woke me up this much since Pikachu got fleas!”