Prompt: I had a dream where Amnesia met Pokemon because of the ultimate weapon Lysandre made in X and Y and Daniel was the main character. I have no writing experience but can you please write a snippet of something like that for me? I'd like it in first person with present tense.
Amnesia: Remnants of Kalos
I lay splayed on my stomach over cool, hard wood. A crackle of thunder rumbling in the distance rouses me from my aching slumber. As the sigh of the storm fogs the windows, my vision remains as clouded as I imagine the sky to be. My head swims to the pulse of my heart as I sit up, looking from side to side and taking quivering breaths to soothe my throbbing brain. In the dim light, I make out an unmade bed with sheets splayed along the floor, a broken mirror, a toppled closet, and a trail of red and black feathers leading down an oaken staircase.
A sense of overwhelming dread flows through my body like the wind of a cool shadow. It’s in this moment of ethereal recognition that I realize that I can barely recall anything about myself. Clearly, I’m in a house, though whether or not it’s my own, I cannot tell. In the shattered remains of the mirror, I see that I’m an adolescent male with long brown hair and gunmetal eyes. I’m wearing little more than pajamas and my hair is unkempt. Though this penetrating silence makes me nervous, a twinge of remembrance tells me that to go outside wearing such garb would look informal to any passersby.
Something told me I wasn’t alone here.
I raid the fallen closet. To the dismay of my nerves, I encounter only one or two garments left unshredded by what looks like massive claws. Furthermore, some are notably stained with blood. With shaky hands, I strip down to my boxers and put on the only presentable things I could find: a plain white longsleeve shirt; a brown vest, leather to the touch; torn dark blue jeans; and black boots. Once done, I take a look into the fragmented mirror once again. Or, rather, what left of it remains on the wall.
A kilohertz wave whines in my mind, the auditory equivalent of a flash of light. I feel whispers passing through my body from the mere view of my reflection, and after a second, I understand them.
“Daniel! You can’t go outside looking like you just got up and rolled out of bed. You don’t want to give our neighbors a bad impression, do you?”
“It’s okay, mom. I doubt I’m the only kid who sleeps in till nine.”
“I know you’re tired from the move, son, but please get dressed. Serena and Shauna will be here any moment. Hurry along.”
I put my head in my hands, my headache steadily returning. Daniel. That name sounds so familiar… but why does its taste in my mouth leave me with hatred instead of relief?
There’s a creak from the rooftop and the house starts to quake. I jump back, startled, as the wood above my bed collapses, letting in a slew of pouring rain. It violently batters the fabric and the ground, staining the carpet with dark rivulets. The smell of coppery fluid wafts anew in the damp air. Though I dearly hope that it was not what I imagined it to be, my gut impression of blood sends me careening in fear down the stairs, kicking up dust and old feathers as I ran.
I make it to the bottom of the stairs, and find a note tacked the wall, written in a hasty scrawl. On impulse, I pick it up and quickly dart into the kitchen, where the rotting carcass of an avian creature attracts flies in the downstairs of an abandoned house. I take a few deep breaths, and something in me demands I take a closer look at the note. With temporary refuge from the rain as my only source of comfort, I take a seat on the dusty floor and begin to read.
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Hello Daniel,
If only I could ask you how much you remember. All I can ask of you is to not be afraid. I know how you can get, because you are a new slate of who I once was. Just know this: I forgot on purpose. Take comfort in that thought.
I need you to put things right for me. Xerneas and Yveltal must be awoken and detained respectively. Then there’s Lysandre. I understand how terrible this must sound, but you must kill him while you still have a chance. He’s a broken man; don’t let your spirit follow the path that his has taken.
One more thing: there’s a shadow, Daniel. It’s following you, unhinging reality with every step you take. You cannot fight it, but you must avoid it as long as possible.
Redeem us, Daniel. I know you can do it.
Your former self,
Daniel
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