VampireLordBelmont

Pokemon: Timid Sun by VampireLordBelmont DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokémon, or the characters from Pokémon. All OCs are mine and I will not tolerate use of them without my permission. Pokémon games and characters are copyright Nintendo and GAMEFREAK. Enjoy the read! I worked very hard on it! Feel free to leave a comment on your feelings, I appreciate the feedback. Chapter I: Sadness and Regrets It was sunset at the Hau'oli City Marina, a boat was leaving with a girl at the back. She was waving at three people standing at the dock. Her name was Lillie; and the three were Professor Kukui, Hau, and the new champion Cryptic. Cry

'Is it really impossible? To change the flow of fate?' I had tried. We had tried. We knew the events about to unfold; Lucina's knowledge of the future held such power that it seemed almost foul play to use it. But even so, Emmeryn had died. Lucina's words echoed once again. 'Fate has a way of returning to its original flow.' "...!" I swore as I swung my fist down onto my table. Tactical manuals, scrolls, and quills randomly fell on the floor. The sight of them lifelessly hitting the floor reminded me of that scene again. As if to shatter that image in my mind, I swung again. More debris. More Emmeryn. More failure on my part. More lives

 "Hmm~hum~hmmhmm~" A soft humming flowed through a cottage lit by a most pleasant morning sun of early summer. Along with the the soft hums also came the muffled sounds of something boiling lazily in a pot, vegetables being cut on a board and the light sizzling of an oiled pan. A delightful mix of the scent of fruity sauce, bacon grease, honey, butter, and warm bread began to waft throughout the house. In the bedroom nearest to the kitchen, a girl who seemed about 17 years old in age stirred in her sleep. "Muh...?" She let out a groan as her nose began to be deliciously tickled by the smell of her favorite part of the morning. After sniffin

 'What's that sound?'        Thought Robin. Brushing his hair away from his eyes, Robin opened and closed his eyes a few times to adjust his vision to the dim lighting. He then pushed himself up from the double bed groggily, noticing that his wife wasn't next to him in bed. 'Nowi doesn't usually wake up in the middle of the night...what's going on?'        He quickly got out of the bed and started walking towards the source of the sound. Soon, he recognized the voice as Nowi's and felt somewhat relieved. Her voice was coming from the attic of their cottage, where the couple had another bedroom. It was a comfortable room that they built

"Mmmh..." Nowi groaned in her bed. Her body hadn't been feeling quite right for a long time. Many places ached and she often found herself too tired to do anything other than stay in bed. "Oww..." She moaned again as she shifted position and her pelvis ached in response. It was still early morning, she concluded, from the calls of morning songbirds that nested around her home. She remembered she had to wake up several times in the middle of the night despite her condition and that only helped to intensify her suffering. "Hnnng...Oww!" She tried stretching but found more pain shooting up her limbs. Nowi's discomfort stirred another person b

 "Haa..." Sighed an unusually melancholy Nowi as she entered the tent she shared with Robin. Her lips were firmly pressed together and her ears drooped pathetically. Robin, who was reading a new tactics manual he had bought earlier that day, immediately looked up in concern. "What's wrong Nowi? It's quite unusual for you to be so forlorn...Are you okay?" Hearing his concern, Nowi strode over to Robin and sat on his laps, digging her face into his chest and pouting silently. He also started to feel his chest area becoming moist and knew that Nowi was shedding tears. Robin, although immensely concerned, decided that she needed some time to calm

 Nowi felt as if only an year had passed since Grima was defeated. But in reality, this day marked the hundredth. She was on her favorite couch knitting. Knitting always seemed to calm her and let her focus on her thoughts. Quickly but surely, an endearing muffler was taking shape. It was for his birthday; Her beloved one.        During the hundred years' passing, all she knew passed away except for a precious few. It was to be expected, and something she had experienced many times. But nevertheless it tore at her heart. She stopped her hands and let out a small breath strained by the extra weight on her stomach. As she did, a creeping drea