Writing Pokemon Chronicles

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Okay, YOU MUGHT WANT TO READ THIS BEFORE YOU START THE STORY. BY, "MIGHT" I MEAN SHOULD!

This goes from six different points of viewsm so please pay attention.
*Kinetic's point of view
*Melrose's point of view
*Cloe's point of view
*Ian's point of view
*Martin's point of view
*Percy's point of view


Kinetic:
I was pushed back by the force of the punch.

“How dare you?! I made that myself! You can’t just steal it!” I said as I ran towards him to tackle. He couldn't steal my creation. It was the key to my life.

He just teleported out of the way, like as if it was no big deal that he was going to steal what was keeping me alive.
“Really? Then watch me walk away with this without a problem.” he said.
“You filthy, awful-“ I was interrupted by his statement.
“Save it for the guards when they take you to go in the Kings prison.”


Helix slammed the door on his way out. How am I supposed to live? That book was for the King! If I didn't have it ready for him, I would die. I couldn’t go to the prison, I would starve. If I fought, I would get strangled. The only thing I could do is get my book back. It held all of my information for the King.


“Flame? Where are you?” My pokemon came at the call of her name.
She was my only pokemon, but she was the best. She had flames going all the way down her back, and she was pure white, with four sturdy legs. I climbed on top or her.

“Come on, we have a wizard to chase.”


Melrose:

"Hmm...could I have that one please?" I requested the merchant. He handed me the mango.
"Two bronze coins please." I handed him one silver, he gave me two broze coins as change.
"Thank you sir. Have a nice day."

The walk home was hot, but nice. The sun outside was blaring, as usual. Outside of the city wall was the Undead Desert, supposedly the hottest in the world.

Centuries ago, a runaway slave came here with his wife in hope of water. He found that if you dug deep enough, there was a lake under here. He had children, and his children had children. This place became a village, then a town, and now a great city. Now, only rich merchants come here. No one bothers to invade, they would die of thirst just taking the trip. No one would be stupid enough to leave here, so we don't have to deal with runaway convicts or something like that.

I felt a brush of warm brush a wind as I saw my friend, Kinetic, on her pokemon named Flame. I tried telling her that people can't just name thier pokemon, but she denied. I don't think she will ever admit that her pokemon is a Rapidash.

She was riding Rapidash fast, so fast she was gone before I could yell. I called out for Gardevoir, my pokemon. She teleported beside me.
"Could you teleport us on Rapidash please?" I asked. She answered by taking us onto Kinetic's steed.


"Kinetic, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh sorry, didn't notice you there, Melrose. I am trying to get my book back."
"What?! What happened?! Did you lose it?"
"No, Helix stole it."

I couldn't believe it.

"You mean THE HELIX?! The greatest wizard in all of the Drylands?!"
"Yes. He tried to take while I was sleeping, but I woke up as he was walking out. I tackled him, then he punched me in the face and ran away."

I looked at her face. She had a tear coming out of her eye, and on her left cheek was a deep black bruise.

"Let me heal it." I pleaded.
"No, I want everybody to know what kind of monster he really is."
"Where are we going?"
"To his house."

Then and there, I told myself that I would do everything I could to help Kinetic on her journey. I just didn't realize how long her journey was going to be.


Cloe:
Father left early this morning, which meant that I had to create breakfast. Although, even when he is here, I have to make breakfast. Martin, my younger brother was still sleeping. I looked in the bowl and saw we had some papyas.
"These will just have to do..." I got out a kitchen knife and started cutting the fruit.

Father came in just as I finished. He came in quickly, then started walking out only moments later, with a bag.
"Where are you going, Father?" I asked.
"I'll tell you later." he started to walk out.

But I wasn't going to let him go this time.
"Miscausius...I plead to you..." I whispered.
My father stopped moving. He knew more spells, but I had more power.
"Tell me where you're going, and I will release you."

He paused and didn't say a word.

"Mother isn't going to wake up, is she?" I asked, "You're going to leave us, to make a new family, aren't you?"
He paused.
"Not yet. I have new power now. I just need to test this before I try to awaken your mother. Martin will be here protect you. Please, let me go."
I let go in disbelief.
"Awaken mother?"
"Goodbye, Cloe."

It was hard to believe. My mother was alive, but she was asleep...all the time. The doctors called it a coma. I hated that word.

He shut the door quietly. I went to my brother's room to wake him up for breakfast. He came downstairs and started eating.
"Where is Father?" he asked.
"The King had him take a little trip. Don't worry, he'll come back."
"Okay. Are you Father now?"
"Yes, I am Father now."

I heard a knock at the door. I went to go answer it.

There were two girls. One that was tan with long, black hair and tan skin. She had a deep bruise on her left cheek. The other girl was shorter, and paler. Probably because of the hooded cloak she wore. She seemed to have light brown hair. The dark haired girl seemed to be mad, while the other girl was sad.

"Yes?" I asked.
"I," the pale girl started "am Melrose. This is my friend Kinetic. We think your father stole a very important item of ours."


Hope you liked it.



PLEEASE DONT READ WITH OUT COMMENTING!!!
Oh, and thank you, for the one person who voted(that voted HORRIBLE), for not explianing why so that I could fix it...
 
Okay..well no one has replied yet...but I have some more stuff to write. Please don't vote without commenting. EXPECIALLY it you voted HORRIBLE!!! I want to know why you think my writing is bad, so that I can fix it!!!



Martin:
I walked up to my sister's back as she was talking to the two strangers.

Even though we are two whole years apart, I was still only a few inches shorter than her. She had pure white hair, just like Mothers. I had Father's messy, dry black hair, which I despised.

I was the only non-wizard in the family. Magic just wouldn't come to me. So, I decided to become a Scout. A lover of nature and archery. I use to feel like an outscast, but Percy told me I was the best man with a bow he has ever seen.


"Your father broke into my house this morning, abused me, and stole my book! WHERE IS HE!!" The dark haired girl yelled.


My father would never do such a thing...I thought.


My sister replied calmly, saying "What proof do you have of this accusation?"
The pale cut in before the dark-haired girl could do more yelling.
"We have just assumed that your father, Helix, stole this book. My friend is only upset because she made this book for the King. If she doesn't have it soon, she will be sent to prison."

My sister paused. I knew she had compassion for this girl...somewhere.

"What information was in the book?" My sister asked, less calm, more afraid.

"It held every spell that has ever been recorded till' today in the Undead Desert area." the dark-haired girl replied more calmly.

"I know why my father would take the book. I don't know if he will ever come back, or where he went in the first place. He didn't tell me." Cloe said, now with closed eyes.

"Then we have to go find him," The dark-haired girl started "I'm really sorry."

"Don't be," Cloe started "I will come with you."

"I'm coming with you Cloe!" I yelled.

"No Martin, it won't be safe, we might end up in the desert. I won't let you get hurt." Cloe scolded. I couldn't let her go alone. If she ended up alone, and faced a fighter, she would die for sure!

"I'm coming. No matter what you say. I am coming!" I yelled. The pale girl then pulled me forward towards her. She spun me around and looked at my face.

"If I can help the situation," Th pale girl told Cloe "I am a cleric. It seems that if either of you got hurt, I would be able to heal you. You guys are both the easiest size for me."

That seemed to calm Cloe down. "Yes, you can go, but we are having Percy to come with us."

I could deal with that. Percy was one of my best friends. It's just, he was a gaurd of the city walls. So he could be pretty protective. The only reason he was a guard was because he accidently burned down the castle when he was four. A punishment was decreed that when he turned twelve, he would gaurd the town walls, or leave, for the rest of his life. A bad deal, but he's a good fighter, so any time someone would try to sneak in, he would beat them up. He's been gaurding for two tears, so he has a lot of experience. My other best friend Ian, gaurds too, but he's a cleric, do mainly he only heals Percy when he gets hurt.

"Get your pokemon. Pack a bag of light items." Cloe said. "We will meet at the town walls at sundown."




Cloe:
I needed to write a letter to my mother. In case she woke up while we were gone.

When I finished writing the letter, I packed my bag. I put in all of our leftover fruit, some dried meat. I also packed some water too.


After packing, I left my letter in mothers room. I looked at her face. Father always said I looked just like her.


I'm an orphan now.. I thought.

"Cloe?" I jumped at Martins voice. "You've been in here for an hour. It's almost time to go. Could you check my bag? To see if I need anything?"

"Sure." I said "I will help you." He walked out of the room.

I took one last look at my mother, then the letter. I quietly shut the door, as if to hope to not wake her, when really, that was the only thing I wanted to happen.


I really enjoyed this chapter, I will add more to it soon!
 
Uh...could you do your readers a super huge favor and TURN OFF THE COLOR? As it stands, you already have which character's POV is which at the start of each section. The color distracts the reader really badly, and makes it harder to read the story, especially with that green.

I can't even read it without straining my eyes. You do not want your readers to be physically straining themselves to read something.
 
I liked it. The spelling and grammar was lacking in the second chapter.

aggiegwyn said:
EXPECIALLY
It's spelled especially.

Anyways, I think it's a nice start. Nothing epic, but definately not trash either. Keep up the good work!
 
Crystal Hikara said:
Uh...could you do your readers a super huge favor and TURN OFF THE COLOR? As it stands, you already have which character's POV is which at the start of each section. The color distracts the reader really badly, and makes it harder to read the story, especially with that green.

I can't even read it without straining my eyes. You do not want your readers to be physically straining themselves to read something.

Sorry, I just thought the readers would get bored with a wall of black handwriting. Is it easier to read now?
 
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