So a lot of you people may not know this, but I have tried to get back into writing before and failed. I was just looking through my account because boredom and I came across that project that I never deleted. I had only published 1 chapter then took it down to redo it and I kinda gave up because I couldn't find the motivation. Thanks to writing-a-sunset talking about how good it apparently was (LOL) I decided to publish the mostly done chapter 1 from a book I called "Operation Overlord."

Enjoy if you like trash writing or whatever LOL
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Images. Horrible images. Images so heart wrenching and evil that it would be a crime to even describe what the young boy was seeing in his state of unconsciousness.

The images and the voices caused the body of the boy to writhe as if it was in actual physical pain.

Stop. Please stop. Somebody please...make it stop.

He felt trapped. He was aware yet was trapped in a nightmare–no, a hell that shattered whatever image of hell others had. Gory images continued to flash before him, people he loved, innocent Pokémon, all being subjected to horrible ends. Those that were unlucky enough to still be alive were treated even worse, which shouldn't have been possible.

Suddenly, the boy woke up, showered in a cold sweat. He made an attempt at moving but his muscles refused to comply, and so he was forced to lay on the cool, plush grass beneath him as the wind tortured his sweaty body.

"W-what the hell was that?" He asked himself.

He took a moment to calm himself down, realizing that it had all been nothing more than a bad dream. Or at least, he hoped it was a bad dream.

"Where...am I?"

The only response was the rustling of trees that made up what seemed to be an endless forest in front of him. Before he could voice anymore questions, his heart dropped to his stomach as he came to a realization

Who am I?

The exhausted boy attempted to remember something, anything at all, but his memories failed to resurface. Before he could start freaking out, he decided that it would be best to analyze the situation in hopes of putting together some pieces of the puzzle.

So I woke up with no memory at what appears to be a small clearing at the edge of a massive forest. As far as I can tell, there aren't any people or Pokémon around.

He gritted his teeth in frustration as that was all he knew. He stood up and took a deep breath, allowing the crisp, cool air to flow into his lungs before exhaling.

Now is not the time to be upset. Think smart.

Following his own advice, he checked his clothes to see if there was anything that could give him some sort of hint towards his name or his current location. He searched the black jeans he was wearing until he found a piece of paper in the back pocket. Heart pounding, he slowly opened it up and saw a word scrawled on as if it was written by a toddler who had just learned how to spell.

He mouthed out the word as his eyes went over the letters.

Ray

The paper read.

He felt as if some small weight had been lifted off of his shoulders as he repeated the word in his mind. He concluded that that was his name and he must have written it before losing his memory. He now had some knowledge of who he was, but unfortunately he knew nothing more.

Before continuing the process of looking around, Ray had a thought

If I wrote my name down, that means I knew this would happen.

Before he could get upset, he stretched his stiff muscles and took a long look around. Nothing. He looked over the small cliff that was just behind where he regained consciousness. Nothing. He had absolutely nothing to go on except for a crumpled up piece of paper with his name on it.

Sighing, Ray walked in the opposite direction, towards the forest. The roots of the trees alone were as thick as the raven haired boy's torso. The trunks themselves were impossibly thick, thick enough that three people together would barely be able to fully wrap their arms around one of them. As he continued walking, Ray gazed around, taking in the beautiful scenery around him. The wind, which had been cold and harsh, was much more forgiving in the forest. Many different kinds of bird Pokémon chirped, combining to create a beautiful melody of nature. Everything came together to create a peaceful environment that could make anyone forget the stress of a long day. Unfortunately, Ray couldn't stay and admire nature for too long.

Suddenly, he heard a cry. Someone was in trouble. Ray didn't even think before beginning a full on sprint in the direction of the cries. He could have just stayed and not risked anything, but he'd have to be cold hearted to turn a blind eye so someone in need. Ray ran as hard as he could, his feet repeatedly pounding the damp dirt beneath him. The wind whipped his face and made him feel cold due to his body being covered in sweat still. When he finally got close to the source of the cries, he found himself at a small clearing similar to the one he woke up in. At the edge of a cliff was not a human as Ray had expected, but a Pokémon. A Ralts to be exact. The small white Pokémon was cornered by a pack of 4 vicious Mightyena, who were slowly approaching it.

"Hey!" He yelled "Leave Ralts alone!"

The Mightyena turned their heads to look at the boy that dared to interrupt their business. With a snarl, The largest one pounced, its teeth crackling with electricity. Ray barely dodged it, though he didn't avoid contact entirely. While in the air, the Mightyena took a swipe at his arm with one of its many sharp claws and struck true, opening a large gash in the boys arm.

He didn't allow himself a moment to look down at the wound as any moment would surely cost him with a foe that quick. Without even thinking, he took a deep breath, ran and grabbed Ralts with both arms, and dove into the rapid current below. He had no clue where they would be taken, all he did know was that the Mightyena wouldn't get to them anytime soon.

The current went a long way; to Ray, it felt like it had been hours since he dove in when really, it had only been a minute or two. Before he knew it, he desperately needed air. Unfortunately, he was too deep in the water to be able to stick his head out and so he blacked out.

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Ray suddenly awoke, coughing up any remaining water in his body.

That was a wild ride he thought as he propped himself up against the rock. Before he could even begin to relax, he suddenly became alert. He had nearly forgotten about Ralts. Thankfully, he didn't have to look around much, as the small white Pokémon was a few feet from where he was. The soaked boy scrambled over to Ralts in worry.

"Ralts are you okay?!"

Ralt's nodded weakly and shivered, the air feeling ice cold on its small, drenched body. The equally soaked boy picked up Ralts and hugged it in such a way that minimal air would hit it.

He looked at the area around him. There were still numerous large trees, but they weren't as close together as the area they had escaped from. This was an excellent sign, as it meant they were nearing the edge of the forest.