Post by XAOTL on Mar 30, 2008 5:21:52 GMT 12
One- shot with slight Advanceshipping hinted. A bit of experimentation here.
Birth
By yours truly----
The beginning. If you know about it, it’s a lot easier to tell where your life’s heading.
This is not your beginning, but that of someone who you may know well.
When people say it all starts in darkness, when they say how things start with nothingness, and your life ends in the same place. They’re right. The darkness is inconceivable.
This darkness is different. Different to all other forms of darkness that you may know of. The darkness is existence. All that exists is darkness; you cannot stretch your arm out beyond it, for beyond it there is nothing. You, your place is as a part of the darkness. You become the darkness. It is your purpose, your existence. Without it you would be nothing.
Without you it would be the darkness, but without it, what would you be? You have no consciousness, no morality, no sorrow, pity, or joy. There is no method to comprehend time, for there is no time. Time has no room in the eternal darkness.
Then it comes.
So faint.
So distant.
You hear it call.
That’s when it begins, you begin to question.
You begin to think, this voice.
It’s New, different.
Something that isn’t what you are. Something that isn’t the darkness.
Yet it is different, something else.
And then you hear it slowly grow.
From the whisper in the wind, it grows.
“Chosen one.”
“May needs you”
May? A thought emerges, it begins to spark throughout your mind, filling your essence. You feel your mind open up like a blossoming flower.
Then it begins to get weaker. The voice ebbs away. Floating back into the darkness. But you won’t let that happen.
No.
You hold to that voice, that one voice. Clasping onto it with all of your newborn will, as it calls out, “May”
You feel the pain; it pulls you, extracting you from your existence. The darkness that you are a part of. You feel it ripping away from you. Still holding on.
But you hang on. To that small voice. Before it vanishes away forever.
You Decide.
So it Pulls you. You can feel your existence slowly being forged out from the shadow.
It calls out your name, from which you feel yourself growing stronger.
You feel its grasp, holding onto you, not wanting to let you go. Just as you don’t want it to go away.
You begin to call the name “May” without the knowledge of what May is.
You called out its name, and the darkness leaves. You can feel.
You feel cold.
Existence stretches before your eyes.
Yet it is still darkness.
Distant patches make their way in the distance. Small distant patches of things. Things other than darkness.
You see the light.
The light scattered throughout the darkness.
Holding onto existence, just like you hold onto the voice.
Other entities within the darkness. Growing off of the light, like you grow off of that voice.
As it calls, “She needs you”
The light and the Darkness races, blazing past your sides as you pass through the light. It strengthens you as you begin to see these new realms.
You feel the strength of the light, taking away the coldness brought forth by the shadow. You hear the voice; you hear it as it splits into three voices.
Each one holding onto you tighter and tighter, as you draw closer to these voices that bought you forth into existence, into an existence that exists separate from the darkness.
Two new voices. Reaching, pleading, holding.
You hear their thoughts, their fears. They envelop you as bodies of light and shadow burn, and blaze past you. These two new voices fill you with Emotion, from where there was only shadow. They fill you with ambition from where there was darkness.
It gives you a name.
You feel it calling you.
You feel its dread. Its fear, its pleas.
And you must answer it. You must fulfil its desire. This voice is your creation, if you fail it, your own voice would suffer in some way. No other thing has ever called out to you as an individual, nothing has before depended upon you to be of assistance, and to fail…
You begin to pass globes, as more and more voices cry out, pleading you. Many are more urgent. Many are stronger than those original three.
But you don’t hold onto them. You must succeed these three voices. Your greed would destroy this voice. So you hold even tighter. You no longer take any heed of these other voices.
They flare up as you hurtle past.
They call even louder, as you ignore them.
Nearing one embodiment in this darkness.
One small patch of light, in this sea of shadow.
You begin to grow closer as you hear the other voices return.
That’s the moment you see it, literally see it. You see life. Flying in the sky’s as you stream through the clouds, hurtling past the birds and the metal planes that glide through the air. You hear more; you hear all of the voices in this speck of light. From the dreams of the smallest child, to the great metal birds echoing the hopes of many.
But you don’t let go, you hold on to this one voice, dwarfed by all others. You hold onto it for without it, there is nothing else.
The voice begins to pull you down, as you unquestioningly follow it, crashing into the great pool of water, and yet making no sound.
You hear the words, “Ash, please make it”
Someone’s words. Calling your name once more, giving you an identity, from anonymity.
You feel their distress, as you hurtle faster. Grow closer, as you begin to hear their breath, feel the tears. The tears that begin to rip you up inside.
You must fulfil this voice, follow it, in a hope that you will stop its tears.
The intensity of these voices begin to burn as you feel the affection, the grasp that these voices have upon you. You see their faces, for one second, for one split second, as you blaze past them. You blaze past them as you want to be with them once more.
The callers. Those who took you out of the darkness.
Those who seem so...
Familiar.
That’s the moment you see another, a vessel. Empty.
It has no calling, it has no existence.
You feel a bond with it. The bond, as you and this vessel become one once more.
Fusing into existence, as your heart beats with life. Providing the strength for you to open your eyes. Your eyes.
You remember.
You remember who you are, and what you have to do.
For this voice. For May, Pikachu, and everyone else.
You place in the last crystal, as you succeed its call.
Now you
You Ash Ketchum.
You are Re-Born
Birth
By yours truly----
The beginning. If you know about it, it’s a lot easier to tell where your life’s heading.
This is not your beginning, but that of someone who you may know well.
When people say it all starts in darkness, when they say how things start with nothingness, and your life ends in the same place. They’re right. The darkness is inconceivable.
This darkness is different. Different to all other forms of darkness that you may know of. The darkness is existence. All that exists is darkness; you cannot stretch your arm out beyond it, for beyond it there is nothing. You, your place is as a part of the darkness. You become the darkness. It is your purpose, your existence. Without it you would be nothing.
Without you it would be the darkness, but without it, what would you be? You have no consciousness, no morality, no sorrow, pity, or joy. There is no method to comprehend time, for there is no time. Time has no room in the eternal darkness.
Then it comes.
So faint.
So distant.
You hear it call.
That’s when it begins, you begin to question.
You begin to think, this voice.
It’s New, different.
Something that isn’t what you are. Something that isn’t the darkness.
Yet it is different, something else.
And then you hear it slowly grow.
From the whisper in the wind, it grows.
“Chosen one.”
“May needs you”
May? A thought emerges, it begins to spark throughout your mind, filling your essence. You feel your mind open up like a blossoming flower.
Then it begins to get weaker. The voice ebbs away. Floating back into the darkness. But you won’t let that happen.
No.
You hold to that voice, that one voice. Clasping onto it with all of your newborn will, as it calls out, “May”
You feel the pain; it pulls you, extracting you from your existence. The darkness that you are a part of. You feel it ripping away from you. Still holding on.
But you hang on. To that small voice. Before it vanishes away forever.
You Decide.
So it Pulls you. You can feel your existence slowly being forged out from the shadow.
It calls out your name, from which you feel yourself growing stronger.
You feel its grasp, holding onto you, not wanting to let you go. Just as you don’t want it to go away.
You begin to call the name “May” without the knowledge of what May is.
You called out its name, and the darkness leaves. You can feel.
You feel cold.
Existence stretches before your eyes.
Yet it is still darkness.
Distant patches make their way in the distance. Small distant patches of things. Things other than darkness.
You see the light.
The light scattered throughout the darkness.
Holding onto existence, just like you hold onto the voice.
Other entities within the darkness. Growing off of the light, like you grow off of that voice.
As it calls, “She needs you”
The light and the Darkness races, blazing past your sides as you pass through the light. It strengthens you as you begin to see these new realms.
You feel the strength of the light, taking away the coldness brought forth by the shadow. You hear the voice; you hear it as it splits into three voices.
Each one holding onto you tighter and tighter, as you draw closer to these voices that bought you forth into existence, into an existence that exists separate from the darkness.
Two new voices. Reaching, pleading, holding.
You hear their thoughts, their fears. They envelop you as bodies of light and shadow burn, and blaze past you. These two new voices fill you with Emotion, from where there was only shadow. They fill you with ambition from where there was darkness.
It gives you a name.
You feel it calling you.
You feel its dread. Its fear, its pleas.
And you must answer it. You must fulfil its desire. This voice is your creation, if you fail it, your own voice would suffer in some way. No other thing has ever called out to you as an individual, nothing has before depended upon you to be of assistance, and to fail…
You begin to pass globes, as more and more voices cry out, pleading you. Many are more urgent. Many are stronger than those original three.
But you don’t hold onto them. You must succeed these three voices. Your greed would destroy this voice. So you hold even tighter. You no longer take any heed of these other voices.
They flare up as you hurtle past.
They call even louder, as you ignore them.
Nearing one embodiment in this darkness.
One small patch of light, in this sea of shadow.
You begin to grow closer as you hear the other voices return.
That’s the moment you see it, literally see it. You see life. Flying in the sky’s as you stream through the clouds, hurtling past the birds and the metal planes that glide through the air. You hear more; you hear all of the voices in this speck of light. From the dreams of the smallest child, to the great metal birds echoing the hopes of many.
But you don’t let go, you hold on to this one voice, dwarfed by all others. You hold onto it for without it, there is nothing else.
The voice begins to pull you down, as you unquestioningly follow it, crashing into the great pool of water, and yet making no sound.
You hear the words, “Ash, please make it”
Someone’s words. Calling your name once more, giving you an identity, from anonymity.
You feel their distress, as you hurtle faster. Grow closer, as you begin to hear their breath, feel the tears. The tears that begin to rip you up inside.
You must fulfil this voice, follow it, in a hope that you will stop its tears.
The intensity of these voices begin to burn as you feel the affection, the grasp that these voices have upon you. You see their faces, for one second, for one split second, as you blaze past them. You blaze past them as you want to be with them once more.
The callers. Those who took you out of the darkness.
Those who seem so...
Familiar.
That’s the moment you see another, a vessel. Empty.
It has no calling, it has no existence.
You feel a bond with it. The bond, as you and this vessel become one once more.
Fusing into existence, as your heart beats with life. Providing the strength for you to open your eyes. Your eyes.
You remember.
You remember who you are, and what you have to do.
For this voice. For May, Pikachu, and everyone else.
You place in the last crystal, as you succeed its call.
Now you
You Ash Ketchum.
You are Re-Born