A story of medieval Kalos, shadowy plots, onions, ancient gods, knights who know pokémon, living blades, kingdoms at war, and a lucario who never wanted to be a knight, but must become one anyway.
This fic is intended for mature audiences on account of violence, strong language, and potential character death.
hey guys! i'm back at last. this is a revision of my story, wandersword, which can be found in its original version here. i jumped into the first version of this story without any plans, hoping that by pantsing, i'd be more motivated to write, but that lack of foresight meant the beginning of the fic was riddled with big problems that couldn't be solved without rewriting the story, so here we are. i'm optimistic about this rewrite; already i've trimmed a lot of the fat, and the path ahead looks pretty clear. i'm hoping this new, updated version of the story is a little brighter, cooler, more hopeful, and easier to read than the last. please let me know how i'm doing! i hope you enjoy reading this story as much as i'm enjoying telling it.
i'm open to any kind of feedback! please dig into my prose and tear it apart, no holds barred—i want this story to make the most sense it can, and to flow as well as possible. would also love to hear your thoughts on my worldbuilding and characterization. good? gratuitous? lacking? let me know what you think! i'd love to have a conversation with you about my story—feel free to hit up my dms on discord (@kyeugh#0046) and expect review replies! ♥
Part I: Curtains