《From Glass To Crystal - A Pokémon Fanfiction》


 From Glass To Crystal - Poem

    "What''s that knot untangling ever slowly?


    Maybe a piece of art has simply unveiled itself?


    Is it from a dream you burned away?


    Or so-simply,


    I had now extinguished"


    It''s from what I could remember,


    released from a mouth.


    the whispers of a man who had subsided me.


    It escaped from my left,


    as he said it so softly,


    any emotion welded my insides shut.


    "Do we understand?"


    Fading away the agony,


    inserting the broken pieces,


    I dread the words which had collapsed my very core.


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    "I don''t understand".


    From the bottom,


    lights flicker from a mind''s blight.


    As you wait


    and notice an overflow of color.


    washing away the sense of how you''ve ever believed me,


    or felt pain.


    To which you say,


    "You never cared to repute, have you?"


    Though you can''t hear me from within deluded thoughts,


    I scream,


    As you envy,


    ask,


    "What does it mean for a man to wait,


    on the end of childlike dreams,


    dear friend?"


    With no reply,


    I begin to observe your muddy waters from afar,


    Grasping it,


    from which you now perturb.


    "Something''s hidden"


    as I try like you,


    as you did it without question.


    without the knowledge of the trusting,


    or the foresight of the weak.


    Something had dug you from the rot,


    of notion.


    it lies deeper than we know,


    waiting for a chance to yell out a name,


    through under centuries of stone,


    copper walls would surround it''s beloved,


    waiting for years to ink a taste of your tongue.


    I try to help you,


    I try,


    but you gave me no wait.


    no place to help forgive the ones around you,


    whom they''d regret suffer.


    For you''ve always been stubborn,


    always confined in a space where you''ll never run,


    hide, or shine without guide.


    I can only give you a ray of waning transmit,


    like candlelight.


    fading through the waiting glass,


    as she whispers.


    a woman.


    now tucked in a slow decay,


    questioning her own morality.


    Just like you do,


    or as I do.

 Prologue - Mild Overview (Minor Spoilers)

    - The world of Pok¨¦mon has been changed by countless wars and occupation. The nations of Hand World had occupied all Pok¨¦mon regions except Galar and Paldea. Kanto, Johto and Hoenn were run by Hand World, while Sinnoh, Unova and Kalos were owned by the Hand Socialist Republic. Alola was annexed by SAW in 2018, and remains a functioning state of the Pok¨¦mon World, while Galar was threatened by the Hand Socialist Republic to invade in 2020, but SAW ultimately stopped it. Paldea is still considered an untouched, sovereign region, but they still feel the effects of Pok¨¦mon Degeneration, or "Darenxing". Hand World withdrew their forces from claimed territories in early 2021 in agreement with SAW for compensation losses in return (due to the cost of a timely withdraw and other lost resources). They still have settlements in unclaimed territory that scatter across this planet.


    - New Alvin were the remnants of a previous Pok¨¦mon Government that was above every elite four member of the Pok¨¦mon World. It was led by Alvin, a young and talented trainer who beat and overthrew the Elite Four of Kanto and united all regions around them in times of war. They relocated to southern Ukraine after the Hand Occupation, and until the Russian invasion of the territory in 2022. They are in a defunct limbo state as Alvin''s whereabouts are unknown. Their reoccupied territory, Grand Pasio, is currently in anarchy.


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    - All species of HAND, from HAND, DONKEY, CREEPY HAND, SCREAMING HAND, FIST, DOG, WOLF, FINGER, BEAR, YUCK, UNITED STATES HAND, and so on, live in a separate world called Hand World.


    - SAW is a mysterious entity that oversees the actions of every nation, from every dimension known to man. They''ve been involved with countless treaties with Pok¨¦mon World in secret for some time, and not a single inhabitant here knows anything about them. They are treated as only rumors and legend.


    - SURP is a legalized defection within the SAW Federation who cut ties and denounced the "Federalization Pact of 2021" as "degrading to the people who originally built our strong and prosperous Stuffed Animal World" and said the leader of the central government was "too soft and too stupid for the world of governance". Their goal is to extrude the corrupt parliament which colludes to protect one of the main characters in the story.


    - The rest you must follow.

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    It appeared, the trundling figure from my thoughts. It staggered up and over a clearing to take hold of a branch as the warping of the snow blinded my senses. The world was chalky, sickly and veiny, the sky a swallowing vantablack, pulsating with the occasional prism of color, when -


    Shwik!


    The bruising figure tumbled backward, collapsing to the ground.


    The birch watched it as it swayed, and so did I, as it shed its chips of crystalline. Decorating the coltish being like it was a part of me, but was it really?


    It would call out my name. A distorted and unrecognizable, ¡°Carla¡±, weaseled out of it. Lifeless, beat up. It¡¯s used, frantic. Unconsolable, as I speak unknowingly. ¡°Your brain still in there?¡± I¡¯d jest, like you would with a friend or a partner. Like you knew there wasn¡¯t any real danger, but deep down I knew the figure felt something entirely different.


    Why do I care to say this? I would think to myself. I don''t know him. I didn¡¯t even know myself sometimes, at least here and now.


    I couldn¡¯t help but think that I''ve lived this moment before. That I couldn¡¯t change these actions, decisions, questions.


    The snow enveloped my legs as I rest in Asana, legs crossed, the looks shredded glass, of white and green, that seemed to decorate both Appalachia and me with a twinkled, solemn beauty as I could feel it, the figure, an indescribable dread. One which welled over like a boiling pot of water, the world shifting with it¡ªobserving my indifference, a presence all the more alluring, as the sky opened itself up finally. A world of colors growing right before my very eyes. The trees leering to follow the figure, growing as though they were alive, waiting to see what we would do next. I wasn''t scared of this. I never was. It was an oddly comforting thought, knowing that now it was here. That I could end this. I could change its mind. Maybe it''d leave me alone if I tried, if I could persist here just a little longer.


    "Carla?"


    The figure moved to my right erratically. My focus never flinching as the sun began scorch the Earth. The snow glistening and sizzling as it melted, blaming the qualities of a midday current on it¡¯s glittery, glassy bombardment.


    "Lucario?"


    Each vowel that came out of this things mouth was piercing, pestering. Its breathing, its aura, still that of a familiar feeling remaining by my side. Still determined to break my focus more and more and more until its fragile demeanor slipped into impatience.


    "It''s freezing out here, what''re you thinking?"


    It fumbled with its words, the cold sewing its jaw stiff as it was gripped by the wind which, I assume, bombards itself with the feelings from earlier. The petulant nagging, the worry, it was growing, and I couldn¡¯t stop it. I am one with nature, I repeated to myself in a mantra. It rung though my senses, it wouldn''t stop. It kept shaking me with its dread that had finally spilled itself my subconscious with the snow thickening now, the apparition unwavering. Our home was destroying itself from a reluctance to my stubbornness, which turned itself into a desire to remember something, a person maybe, one that I had known for years.


    ¡°...look at you. You''re covered in snow - come on! Get up! You''re gonna freeze!"


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    The snow blinded and began to part ways with my vision, waiting for my subconscious to let this thing, or person, or whatever it was to break me. The voice sounding more...human...The trees, the dirt, the sky, my breath started to suck itself inward with the snow and the Earth. It pulled me and pulled me and pulled me upwards, like a rope that had tied itself to my insides and yanked the innards out. The sky an overflow of color.


    It was trying break me from my concentration.


    No no¡ªIt couldn¡¯t, it must be rid of this! Again, I repeat to myself; I am one! I am one! in hopes to rebel against the inevitable but it was too painful, and I couldn''t resist any longer. The figure still coltish, still blackcurrant, calls back to me. My inner focus collapsing.


    "Get the hell up!"


    And I did, the stoicism and grace I once displayed turning into a frantic stumble, frost still amassing in fusillade. My hind legs tripped against the stump and onto the birch, driving me down with my heart, my haste, scraping my chest spike against cross frozen bark. Flaking off nubs of snow that clung to my body, my knees anchoring me to the ground. The thought of the night, of it killing me.


    "Oh, Arceus. Fuck-"


    I couldn¡¯t even bring myself to stand , shiver, or feel pain, as I looked up to the sky. It turned from a gray to an orange, then a purplish black. Painting the clouds, a canvas for a contemporary motif, as the centuries pass. Trees seethe into a deep, deep sleep, as their branches forked up the Earth, holding it there like a pedestal, tangling the power-lines of the world. It was a sharp but orderly mess. The moon a pulse of the mother who cares of us, as I lose myself...


    We all belong in my own same space, we all belong. Be my own.


    ¡°Carla!¡± it rang out, the voice calling me back with a magnetic click.


    Justin.


    Immediately, I could hear the snow tap insolently overhead, without a care in the world. My name kept passing through me dully as my trainer shifted through the dark, as he was wet, damp, and with a sense of urgency. I knew this eventually happen, but I didn¡¯t listen to myself. The blinding hail, the shimmering the freshly covered snow he parted, haloed in the distance as the dark fully started to set in. What have we become?


    I could see the light, obscured by the movements and figure of the smaller, thinner trees that strobe an outline of Justin¡¯s fading aura. The light flailing, more urgent and blinding. Please Arceus, don''t let him see me like this.


    Eventually though it didn¡¯t matter though. I was in his hands now.


    ¡°Fucking hell¡­¡± he grunted. His hands dragging across the ground, the light amplifying his clumsiness as he approached closer, trying to grab the bough again.


    He kept repeating to himself, ¡°Come on - come on¡­¡± through gritted teeth, grabbing my arm insistently as he tried to drag me from the frozen wood. I couldn¡¯t feel my legs; it¡¯s stinging and stiffening. My clothes crumpled under his touch. All of his being tried to lift me by my shoulders. Failing again and again and again, but he didn''t care. His voice wretched in pain, trying to balance himself as I sunk oddly into a suddenness. Weightless as lifted me up, my head hovering over the ground, twinkling brighter than I ever thought it could with diamond eyes. Watching me with a curious wonder, as I do the same.


    ¡°J-Justin¡­¡± my voice raced. It wasn''t even me talking, it was my subconscious. Reminding me of these decisions I couldn''t change, these actions, these questions, as I couldn''t feel my life slipping as his knee finally buckled, toppling us over and into the snow. Everything was empty, I couldn¡¯t breathe. The snow was smothering me, as my body had no will to move. I couldn¡¯t. I was losing myself again...


    What have I become?


    Everything turned itself inside out, from my body to my mind and the melting of Earth, as Justin¡¯s head leered beside me, now a silhouette distorting the sky. His body becoming the very stump I¡¯ve been meditating on, charred and obscured by a brightening glow and I didn''t know why. I didn''t even know myself sometimes. He¡¯s trying to break me from my concentration. He couldn¡¯t, he mustn''t. I know I¡¯m one with nature; I am one.


    ¡°I am - -¡±


    "No." he cuts off, "I already know - I don''t want to come back here again."


    ¡°That¡¯s not what I¡¯m trying to say.¡± I retorted.


    ¡°Then what?¡±


    I could see it in his face, the way it mangles into an uncomfortable squint. Showing his checkered, repulsive smile.


    For a moment, I just sat there. My stare turning into that of indifference, long before I spoke. Why hadn''t he taken the hint?


    ¡°Just leave me alone, Justin.¡±


    I closed my eyes, as I felt the wind brush up against my ears. The figure once again stood to the right of me, kneeling over as he sighs.


    ¡°Please, Carla. I don¡¯t want you to die out here.¡±