Well, hello there. I've been meaning to do a somewhat creative trainer for quite some while. It's less a trainer though, since as I've laid it out, the journey itself will be noted, but not so important... as it stands, I'm playing this fic by ear, writing bits and pieces in between class and while sitting on the subway. This is a bit short, but it's a prologue, and a testing ground. I'd like to see some advice so I can play with tone and whatnot for what is to come...
Prologue
The pictures speak to me from time to time. The frayed edges of the black-and-white photos ingrained in my mind stiffen and color seeps in- the flow of time halts as memory once again becomes reality. The fifty years that have since passed, the changes that have both modernized and scarred the world fade and it is all Blue once again.
"Grandpa Red!!!" her shrill voice pierced my thoughts, my eyes slowly leaving the sky, passing the green canopy covering the park, and eventually finding the bright hazel of Jaune's eyes.
"Sorry, drifted away. You know how it is with us old folks," I sheepishly apologized to my granddaughter.
"Well, will you?" she asked brightly, squeezing my hand tightly and expectantly.
"Will I what?" I replied perhaps a little bit too cheerfully, not really wanting to know her request. She was to be ten this coming Friday.
"Haven't you been listening Gramps?!! Take me to Pallet Town! Will you take me to Pallet Town this Friday! I'm going to be ten, you know!" she exclaimed, hand upon hip. She must have learned that trick from Misty.
"Oh sorry dear, it slipped my mind." Her smile fell a notch. "We'll have to ask your parents, of course." The light in her eyes dimmed upon they were as dull as my own. Guiltily, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a bill. "Here, take this and get two ice creams from the stand by the fountain- you know my favorite," I said in my kindest tone of voice.
She took the bill and trudged towards the fountain. A breeze blew, kicking up some dust and causing a brief and premature shower of green leaves.
I sat on the bench and once again let my eyes wander up to the late summer sky.
Yes, I'll take her, I decided, back to where it all began- Pallet Town.
I dreaded and eagerly awaited Jaune's tenth birthday.
Prologue
The pictures speak to me from time to time. The frayed edges of the black-and-white photos ingrained in my mind stiffen and color seeps in- the flow of time halts as memory once again becomes reality. The fifty years that have since passed, the changes that have both modernized and scarred the world fade and it is all Blue once again.
"Grandpa Red!!!" her shrill voice pierced my thoughts, my eyes slowly leaving the sky, passing the green canopy covering the park, and eventually finding the bright hazel of Jaune's eyes.
"Sorry, drifted away. You know how it is with us old folks," I sheepishly apologized to my granddaughter.
"Well, will you?" she asked brightly, squeezing my hand tightly and expectantly.
"Will I what?" I replied perhaps a little bit too cheerfully, not really wanting to know her request. She was to be ten this coming Friday.
"Haven't you been listening Gramps?!! Take me to Pallet Town! Will you take me to Pallet Town this Friday! I'm going to be ten, you know!" she exclaimed, hand upon hip. She must have learned that trick from Misty.
"Oh sorry dear, it slipped my mind." Her smile fell a notch. "We'll have to ask your parents, of course." The light in her eyes dimmed upon they were as dull as my own. Guiltily, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a bill. "Here, take this and get two ice creams from the stand by the fountain- you know my favorite," I said in my kindest tone of voice.
She took the bill and trudged towards the fountain. A breeze blew, kicking up some dust and causing a brief and premature shower of green leaves.
I sat on the bench and once again let my eyes wander up to the late summer sky.
Yes, I'll take her, I decided, back to where it all began- Pallet Town.
I dreaded and eagerly awaited Jaune's tenth birthday.
