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of course, PMJ's PWNs mine...
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I guess I'll join too, It'll get me out of job hunting for a while.
~NZ
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Short Story Competition Entry
Title: The Statue of Eterna
Author: LuckyLuigi7
Word Count: 2,740 Words
Book Summary: This short story is about a child who wants to be a Pokémon trainer but his parents do not want him to become one, and think Pokémon is a mere waste of time and knowledge. The child then decides to follow his dream whether or not his parents approve leading him in to a fateful situation, in the prescene of Palkia. As he and Palkia both trying to begin something new, they learn from each other and it is unfortunately when Palkia has to go. It's very well-written and I hope you like it. =D
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“Come on, Matt, this is effortless,” said Mrs. Meriwethers, my Algebra teacher, as she glared at me intensely. “Why can’t you solve this like the rest of my class?” I felt as though I wanted to tip my desk over and vent my feelings to the entire class, but I remained calm and did not speak a word. “Why can’t you master a simple radical expression?” I could hear some of my classmates chuckling and whispering to each other. I was embarrassed and ashamed. I was probably the worst student in the entire Eterna Middle School. I stared out the window and watched young children train with their Pokémon in the baseball field nearby. A mentor directed each battle and instructed the children on their strategies and carefully guided them to victory. “I wish I could be out there training,” I thought. At that time, Mrs. Meriwethers was right in my face, snapping to get my attention. “You’re a waste of my time,” Mrs. Meriwethers exclaimed, storming out of the room. Luckily, at the time, the bell rang and school was finally over. As my other classmates got up from their seats, several hit me on the back of the head with their books. I moaned as I sunk in my chair; I felt worthless.
As I walked out of the school, my mind was crammed with thoughts and ambitions. “Why can’t I become a Pokémon trainer?” I thought. My parents prevented me from attending the trainer school in Jubilife City. They believed Pokémon were a “squander of intellect”, using them to battle to gain badges. I definitely did not think of Pokémon the way my parents did. I wanted to make new friends, and battle along the roadside after school. Every thought and ambition was crushed, knowing that my parents had different dreams for me. As I walked through the streets of Eterna city, I gazed up at an enormous granite statue over quadruple my height. The mound of stone formed the shape of a dragon. I read the metal inscription on the front of the state: Palkia, the spatial Pokémon, has the ability to warp space. Wrapped in violent conflicts with its opponent, Dialga, it uses its Lustrous Orb to augment its power while in battle. I smirked. “I definitely don’t want to have that Pokémon as a pet,” I grinned. I kept walking admiring the serenity of the city. A flock of Farfetch’d flew across the evening skies as I entered the gate to my house. At that time, I knew all serenity was lost.
I opened our moss-covered door, and walked in to the family room. The room was tidy, not one single speck of dust on the floor. I continued walking and entered the dining room. Piles of books and writing tablets were scattered along the dining room table while my parents sat there, reading and analyzing, silently, not realizing that I had entered the room. They were obviously wrapped up in their own thoughts but I persisted on speaking to them. “Mom, dad, I need something you guys.” They both stared at me warily. I knew they did not take favors very well. They wanted me to be a responsible adult at only half through 6th grade. “What do you need,” my mother responded, the more considerate of the two. “I want to…” I cleared my throat and trembled before them. “I want to have my own Pokémon,” I shouted! I felt as though I was going to be thrown to the Lions. My father and mother stood up and looked down on me, their pupils fixed upon mine. “You do know what we said,” my mother said. “Pokémon is not admirable in people,” added my father. “They are made for the wildlife and that’s it. Technology is the key to living.” My parents sat back down and continued reading. I felt as though I wanted to rebel, but because my conscious was obedient, I could only limp upstairs with a depressed look on my face.
I slammed the door of my bedroom and flopped on to my bed, tossing my backpack on the floor. I felt like crying. My mind was cluttered with unfulfilled desires. I glanced out the window and watched the clouds roll by. Wingulls perched on the window sill and cawed at me through the glass. I was fascinated by the Pokémon’s capability to detect my feelings and I opened the window to let them in. They surrounded me and started to peck the comforter of my bed. Another one began to perch on my head. I opened my bedside drawer and gave each of them a cracker. Suddenly the wind began to blow and the Wingulls started to fly out the window and in to the direction of the setting sun. Beautiful hues of yellows and oranges were painted on the horizon. I began to cry hypnotized by the spectacle before me. “I want to become a Pokémon master,” I exclaimed. “My parents do not know what’s best for me…” I picked up my backpack from the floor and emptied all my textbooks and worksheets from it. I dashed to the closet and began to pull out several outfits. I started to pile them in to my backpack along with a pair of binoculars, sunglasses, and an old baseball cap. I drew my wallet from my dresser and slipped it in my pocket. “I’m determined to follow my dreams,” I whispered under my breath. Before I knew it, I had rolled my escape rope from the top of my window down to the shrubbery in the back of the house. Climbing down with excellence, I threw myself over the fence and vanished in the prevailing darkness. Twilight had begun.
I came to the nearest Pokémart and stocked up on pokéballs, potions, ethers, and revives. I knew I would need them once I got my first Pokémon. The store clerk eyed me strangely. “Hey, aren’t you the Thompson’s kid, Matt?” he asked confusedly. “Why would you think that?” I responded. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” The clerk shrugged and continued to scan my items. Once he had finished, I quickly slipped them in my backpack and sprinted out the automatic doors. I hid in the heathery, unseen, and peered in every direction in glimpse of a wild Pokémon. I could see faint shadows dance across the pavement, and I directed my aim. Suddenly, a figure appeared right in front of me. Its tail bounced back and forth and its eyes gleamed in the moon light. It had a mass of white fur around its neck and the creature was relatively small. “Hmmm… I have no idea what it is, but I’m going to catch it regardless.” I stood up, my pokéball clutched firmly in the palm of my hand. “Pokéball, go!” I roared as the Pokémon fled in fear, the pokéball hitting the pavement with no target. I groaned in vain and watched the Pokémon vanish in to the woods. “This is useless,” I muttered. I treaded across the city streets and wished the Pokémon would return. I returned to the Palkia statue and fell on my knees. “Am I making the right decision?” I prayed. Palkia looked so strong, fearless, and almighty. I wished Palkia would help win my battles for me.
Suddenly the sky parted and thunder flashed across the cobble-stones streets. Everything was turbulent, debris whipping across my face. A large creature swooped down and picked me off my feet. I gulped in fear as I hovered higher and higher from the ground. I made a childish shriek as I vanished in the night sky. Before I could even realize what had happened, a flash of bright light irritated my eyes. Within a matter of a few seconds, I began to feel dizzy and blacked out. When I awoke, I felt a small load on top of me. When I opened my eyes, I noticed the same creature who I had attempted to catch before was licking my face. I smiled and stroked its back, the tenderness of its cry comforting me amidst the trauma of dislocation. “Where am I,” I wondered, as I slowly bent upwards and carried the creature in my arms. I had realized I had been wrapped in soft linens and reeds of grass. It appeared to me that obviously who ever had put me here had a good sense of motherhood. “I thought you were scared of me,” I said to the creature as I looked in to its eyes. “What are you called?” I added. The creature shrilled. “Eevee!” “I guess I’ll call you Eevee, then,” I negotiated. I glanced at my surroundings. I could feel warm ways of sunlight beam against my body. But the sunshine was not coming aerially but from the floor. I peered down and saw tiny white puffs and a strange moving object drifting across the sky. “Wait a minute,” I said to myself. “Those are clouds and that’s an airplane.” “Wait a minute!” I repeated. “I’m over the top of the sky!” I panicked and stomped on the ground trying to break the sturdy barrier below me. “What is this?” I said. “Why was I brought here?” I was utterly distressed.
Suddenly I heard a strident howl come from the other direction. I backed away and crept on my hands and knees trying to keep silent. Before I knew it, an enormous shadow covered all sides of me. I looked up and I could not believe what I had seen. I was in the supreme presence of Palkia. I clutched Eevee in my arms, protecting it from danger. “What do you want from me?” I asked. “Wait, what am I saying,” I said to myself. “He cannot even talk.” “Yes I can,” the creature roared. “Why am I here?” I asked him as I looked down at my feet. “You said you wanted me to help win your battles for you. I’m willing to help you… I know how to fight.” “You don’t get it, Palkia,” I complained. “What did you just say?” he retorted. At this time, his eyes were only a couple inches apart from mine, reminding me of Mrs. Meriwether in Algebra class. “I’m just saying that my battles don’t involve fighting. It was a figure of speech. You wouldn’t understand…” I turned around and starting walking, not knowing or caring, where my own footsteps would lead me. Palkia darted towards me I felt a large tremor below me. Suddenly, I noticed that nothing but air was under me and started to fall. I screamed as I hoped that I would land on something soft and cushioned. Before I knew it, I had been swooped up again by Palkia but this time being docked where I felt comfortable at, the ground. I was back in Eterna, and I was glad to be back. I still didn’t understand why Palkia had managed to forgive me so quickly. “I thought you were mad at me,” I asked.
“I don’t want to be the Pokémon of my past,” he explained. “As you can see on the statue, people think of me as some savage titan that has no mercy. I was like that, with all the battles I fought with my foe, Dialga, but not anymore. I want to change; I want to have a new beginning.” Eevee was perched on his brawny head and jumped on to my own. “I understand,” I answered, “and I know what you mean. I wish I could become a true Pokémon trainer. My parents want me to be a scholar…” Palkia and I gazed at each other for a long time and I actually felt like he was one of my own Pokémon. I glanced at my watch, realizing it was well past noon; I must’ve been asleep for quite a long time. “Palkia, my battles are different than you think,” I continued. “I see,” he returned. “You need to show them the magnificence of our kind. Other do, they should too. They just don’t have the chance to see what we can really do.” As we passed some of the townspeople, they stared in awe at the miraculous sight of a legendary Pokémon. Tiny children hid behind their parents while some of the adults kept guard. Researchers took pictures and logged data while local artists began to sketch the amazing creature. “Once I’m finished helping you out,” he said, “I need to return to the skies. I do not like all of this attention.” I nodded, a little bit saddened at the fact I may never see him again, but we kept walking, headed in the direction of my house. “I don’t think I can ever go back,” I replied. “You must,” he said. “They’re probably worried sick.”
A small crowd stood by the fence surrounding our house as the two of us slowly walked in. My mother could see me through the window and ran out and strangled me with a large hug. “I’m so glad you’re back,” she cried, as she wouldn’t let go of me. She didn’t even realize that Palkia was standing by me the entire time. “Look at my friend, Mom,” I said as my mom looked up at the creature. “Omigosh,” she said as took off her glasses and wiped her eyes. “I told you not to catch a Pokémon!” “Mom,” I replied. “I didn’t catch this. I befriended Palkia. I wish you’d understand…” I walked mournfully in to the house and up in to my bedroom like I had done the night before. “To be honest, I don’t think you understand it either…” Palkia explained. “Pokémon are friends, not just useless creatures only good for nature. You have a wrong image of us. We want to be part of you as your son wants to be part of us. I wish you’d understand how he feels.” She twisted her long amber locks and straightened her glasses about her eyes. “I see,” she muttered. “When I was a child, my parents didn’t encourage me to interact with Pokémon so I guess my husband and I are becoming exactly like they were. He had parents who also had the same views as mine.” Palkia grunted and stood for a long time. I peeked out of the window and could hear the sort murmurs of the two talking. Before I knew it, my mother came in to my room and we both began to cry in each other’s arms. “Thank you, Mom,” I replied to her affection. “Thank you.”
Both of my parents now understand me now; now when I come home from school, I don’t just have to study; I can battle in the streets with the other Pokémon trainers. Using my Eevee skillfully to accumulate a party of six, I knew both my parents were proud. I remember that same night I had to let Palkia return to his home in the heavens. “Palkia,” I said. “Thank you for so much for helping me out. I can’t thank you enough.” “I couldn’t feel better,” he answered. “You helped me understand what starting something new even means. I’m glad to have changed myself and I couldn’t have done it without you.” He smiled at me the best he could despite the fact he was a dragon and I smiled back. “Palkia,” I said. “I know you have to go, but I have one more gift to give you.” I dug in to my backpack and pulled out a metal plate. Palkia knew exactly what I was planning to do the minute he saw it. I gave it to him. It read: Palkia, the spatial Pokémon, has the ability to warp space. In peace with its allies and foes, Palkia uses its Lustrous Orb to augment its power while saving others from turmoil. I saw a tear run down Palkia’s eye as he put his great paw on my own. Together we both nailed in the new inscription on its old and we were both pleased. “Goodbye, Palkia,” I said. “Goodbye, Matt,” he returned, and he flew up in to the heavens faster than I could of imagined. He vanished with a twinkle in the sky. I stared at the statue for a long time with my Eevee on my shoulders. “It’s a new beginning,” I reflected, “for both of us.”
Title: The Statue of Eterna
Author: LuckyLuigi7
Word Count: 2,740 Words
Book Summary: This short story is about a child who wants to be a Pokémon trainer but his parents do not want him to become one, and think Pokémon is a mere waste of time and knowledge. The child then decides to follow his dream whether or not his parents approve leading him in to a fateful situation, in the prescene of Palkia. As he and Palkia both trying to begin something new, they learn from each other and it is unfortunately when Palkia has to go. It's very well-written and I hope you like it. =D
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“Come on, Matt, this is effortless,” said Mrs. Meriwethers, my Algebra teacher, as she glared at me intensely. “Why can’t you solve this like the rest of my class?” I felt as though I wanted to tip my desk over and vent my feelings to the entire class, but I remained calm and did not speak a word. “Why can’t you master a simple radical expression?” I could hear some of my classmates chuckling and whispering to each other. I was embarrassed and ashamed. I was probably the worst student in the entire Eterna Middle School. I stared out the window and watched young children train with their Pokémon in the baseball field nearby. A mentor directed each battle and instructed the children on their strategies and carefully guided them to victory. “I wish I could be out there training,” I thought. At that time, Mrs. Meriwethers was right in my face, snapping to get my attention. “You’re a waste of my time,” Mrs. Meriwethers exclaimed, storming out of the room. Luckily, at the time, the bell rang and school was finally over. As my other classmates got up from their seats, several hit me on the back of the head with their books. I moaned as I sunk in my chair; I felt worthless.
As I walked out of the school, my mind was crammed with thoughts and ambitions. “Why can’t I become a Pokémon trainer?” I thought. My parents prevented me from attending the trainer school in Jubilife City. They believed Pokémon were a “squander of intellect”, using them to battle to gain badges. I definitely did not think of Pokémon the way my parents did. I wanted to make new friends, and battle along the roadside after school. Every thought and ambition was crushed, knowing that my parents had different dreams for me. As I walked through the streets of Eterna city, I gazed up at an enormous granite statue over quadruple my height. The mound of stone formed the shape of a dragon. I read the metal inscription on the front of the state: Palkia, the spatial Pokémon, has the ability to warp space. Wrapped in violent conflicts with its opponent, Dialga, it uses its Lustrous Orb to augment its power while in battle. I smirked. “I definitely don’t want to have that Pokémon as a pet,” I grinned. I kept walking admiring the serenity of the city. A flock of Farfetch’d flew across the evening skies as I entered the gate to my house. At that time, I knew all serenity was lost.
I opened our moss-covered door, and walked in to the family room. The room was tidy, not one single speck of dust on the floor. I continued walking and entered the dining room. Piles of books and writing tablets were scattered along the dining room table while my parents sat there, reading and analyzing, silently, not realizing that I had entered the room. They were obviously wrapped up in their own thoughts but I persisted on speaking to them. “Mom, dad, I need something you guys.” They both stared at me warily. I knew they did not take favors very well. They wanted me to be a responsible adult at only half through 6th grade. “What do you need,” my mother responded, the more considerate of the two. “I want to…” I cleared my throat and trembled before them. “I want to have my own Pokémon,” I shouted! I felt as though I was going to be thrown to the Lions. My father and mother stood up and looked down on me, their pupils fixed upon mine. “You do know what we said,” my mother said. “Pokémon is not admirable in people,” added my father. “They are made for the wildlife and that’s it. Technology is the key to living.” My parents sat back down and continued reading. I felt as though I wanted to rebel, but because my conscious was obedient, I could only limp upstairs with a depressed look on my face.
I slammed the door of my bedroom and flopped on to my bed, tossing my backpack on the floor. I felt like crying. My mind was cluttered with unfulfilled desires. I glanced out the window and watched the clouds roll by. Wingulls perched on the window sill and cawed at me through the glass. I was fascinated by the Pokémon’s capability to detect my feelings and I opened the window to let them in. They surrounded me and started to peck the comforter of my bed. Another one began to perch on my head. I opened my bedside drawer and gave each of them a cracker. Suddenly the wind began to blow and the Wingulls started to fly out the window and in to the direction of the setting sun. Beautiful hues of yellows and oranges were painted on the horizon. I began to cry hypnotized by the spectacle before me. “I want to become a Pokémon master,” I exclaimed. “My parents do not know what’s best for me…” I picked up my backpack from the floor and emptied all my textbooks and worksheets from it. I dashed to the closet and began to pull out several outfits. I started to pile them in to my backpack along with a pair of binoculars, sunglasses, and an old baseball cap. I drew my wallet from my dresser and slipped it in my pocket. “I’m determined to follow my dreams,” I whispered under my breath. Before I knew it, I had rolled my escape rope from the top of my window down to the shrubbery in the back of the house. Climbing down with excellence, I threw myself over the fence and vanished in the prevailing darkness. Twilight had begun.
I came to the nearest Pokémart and stocked up on pokéballs, potions, ethers, and revives. I knew I would need them once I got my first Pokémon. The store clerk eyed me strangely. “Hey, aren’t you the Thompson’s kid, Matt?” he asked confusedly. “Why would you think that?” I responded. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” The clerk shrugged and continued to scan my items. Once he had finished, I quickly slipped them in my backpack and sprinted out the automatic doors. I hid in the heathery, unseen, and peered in every direction in glimpse of a wild Pokémon. I could see faint shadows dance across the pavement, and I directed my aim. Suddenly, a figure appeared right in front of me. Its tail bounced back and forth and its eyes gleamed in the moon light. It had a mass of white fur around its neck and the creature was relatively small. “Hmmm… I have no idea what it is, but I’m going to catch it regardless.” I stood up, my pokéball clutched firmly in the palm of my hand. “Pokéball, go!” I roared as the Pokémon fled in fear, the pokéball hitting the pavement with no target. I groaned in vain and watched the Pokémon vanish in to the woods. “This is useless,” I muttered. I treaded across the city streets and wished the Pokémon would return. I returned to the Palkia statue and fell on my knees. “Am I making the right decision?” I prayed. Palkia looked so strong, fearless, and almighty. I wished Palkia would help win my battles for me.
Suddenly the sky parted and thunder flashed across the cobble-stones streets. Everything was turbulent, debris whipping across my face. A large creature swooped down and picked me off my feet. I gulped in fear as I hovered higher and higher from the ground. I made a childish shriek as I vanished in the night sky. Before I could even realize what had happened, a flash of bright light irritated my eyes. Within a matter of a few seconds, I began to feel dizzy and blacked out. When I awoke, I felt a small load on top of me. When I opened my eyes, I noticed the same creature who I had attempted to catch before was licking my face. I smiled and stroked its back, the tenderness of its cry comforting me amidst the trauma of dislocation. “Where am I,” I wondered, as I slowly bent upwards and carried the creature in my arms. I had realized I had been wrapped in soft linens and reeds of grass. It appeared to me that obviously who ever had put me here had a good sense of motherhood. “I thought you were scared of me,” I said to the creature as I looked in to its eyes. “What are you called?” I added. The creature shrilled. “Eevee!” “I guess I’ll call you Eevee, then,” I negotiated. I glanced at my surroundings. I could feel warm ways of sunlight beam against my body. But the sunshine was not coming aerially but from the floor. I peered down and saw tiny white puffs and a strange moving object drifting across the sky. “Wait a minute,” I said to myself. “Those are clouds and that’s an airplane.” “Wait a minute!” I repeated. “I’m over the top of the sky!” I panicked and stomped on the ground trying to break the sturdy barrier below me. “What is this?” I said. “Why was I brought here?” I was utterly distressed.
Suddenly I heard a strident howl come from the other direction. I backed away and crept on my hands and knees trying to keep silent. Before I knew it, an enormous shadow covered all sides of me. I looked up and I could not believe what I had seen. I was in the supreme presence of Palkia. I clutched Eevee in my arms, protecting it from danger. “What do you want from me?” I asked. “Wait, what am I saying,” I said to myself. “He cannot even talk.” “Yes I can,” the creature roared. “Why am I here?” I asked him as I looked down at my feet. “You said you wanted me to help win your battles for you. I’m willing to help you… I know how to fight.” “You don’t get it, Palkia,” I complained. “What did you just say?” he retorted. At this time, his eyes were only a couple inches apart from mine, reminding me of Mrs. Meriwether in Algebra class. “I’m just saying that my battles don’t involve fighting. It was a figure of speech. You wouldn’t understand…” I turned around and starting walking, not knowing or caring, where my own footsteps would lead me. Palkia darted towards me I felt a large tremor below me. Suddenly, I noticed that nothing but air was under me and started to fall. I screamed as I hoped that I would land on something soft and cushioned. Before I knew it, I had been swooped up again by Palkia but this time being docked where I felt comfortable at, the ground. I was back in Eterna, and I was glad to be back. I still didn’t understand why Palkia had managed to forgive me so quickly. “I thought you were mad at me,” I asked.
“I don’t want to be the Pokémon of my past,” he explained. “As you can see on the statue, people think of me as some savage titan that has no mercy. I was like that, with all the battles I fought with my foe, Dialga, but not anymore. I want to change; I want to have a new beginning.” Eevee was perched on his brawny head and jumped on to my own. “I understand,” I answered, “and I know what you mean. I wish I could become a true Pokémon trainer. My parents want me to be a scholar…” Palkia and I gazed at each other for a long time and I actually felt like he was one of my own Pokémon. I glanced at my watch, realizing it was well past noon; I must’ve been asleep for quite a long time. “Palkia, my battles are different than you think,” I continued. “I see,” he returned. “You need to show them the magnificence of our kind. Other do, they should too. They just don’t have the chance to see what we can really do.” As we passed some of the townspeople, they stared in awe at the miraculous sight of a legendary Pokémon. Tiny children hid behind their parents while some of the adults kept guard. Researchers took pictures and logged data while local artists began to sketch the amazing creature. “Once I’m finished helping you out,” he said, “I need to return to the skies. I do not like all of this attention.” I nodded, a little bit saddened at the fact I may never see him again, but we kept walking, headed in the direction of my house. “I don’t think I can ever go back,” I replied. “You must,” he said. “They’re probably worried sick.”
A small crowd stood by the fence surrounding our house as the two of us slowly walked in. My mother could see me through the window and ran out and strangled me with a large hug. “I’m so glad you’re back,” she cried, as she wouldn’t let go of me. She didn’t even realize that Palkia was standing by me the entire time. “Look at my friend, Mom,” I said as my mom looked up at the creature. “Omigosh,” she said as took off her glasses and wiped her eyes. “I told you not to catch a Pokémon!” “Mom,” I replied. “I didn’t catch this. I befriended Palkia. I wish you’d understand…” I walked mournfully in to the house and up in to my bedroom like I had done the night before. “To be honest, I don’t think you understand it either…” Palkia explained. “Pokémon are friends, not just useless creatures only good for nature. You have a wrong image of us. We want to be part of you as your son wants to be part of us. I wish you’d understand how he feels.” She twisted her long amber locks and straightened her glasses about her eyes. “I see,” she muttered. “When I was a child, my parents didn’t encourage me to interact with Pokémon so I guess my husband and I are becoming exactly like they were. He had parents who also had the same views as mine.” Palkia grunted and stood for a long time. I peeked out of the window and could hear the sort murmurs of the two talking. Before I knew it, my mother came in to my room and we both began to cry in each other’s arms. “Thank you, Mom,” I replied to her affection. “Thank you.”
Both of my parents now understand me now; now when I come home from school, I don’t just have to study; I can battle in the streets with the other Pokémon trainers. Using my Eevee skillfully to accumulate a party of six, I knew both my parents were proud. I remember that same night I had to let Palkia return to his home in the heavens. “Palkia,” I said. “Thank you for so much for helping me out. I can’t thank you enough.” “I couldn’t feel better,” he answered. “You helped me understand what starting something new even means. I’m glad to have changed myself and I couldn’t have done it without you.” He smiled at me the best he could despite the fact he was a dragon and I smiled back. “Palkia,” I said. “I know you have to go, but I have one more gift to give you.” I dug in to my backpack and pulled out a metal plate. Palkia knew exactly what I was planning to do the minute he saw it. I gave it to him. It read: Palkia, the spatial Pokémon, has the ability to warp space. In peace with its allies and foes, Palkia uses its Lustrous Orb to augment its power while saving others from turmoil. I saw a tear run down Palkia’s eye as he put his great paw on my own. Together we both nailed in the new inscription on its old and we were both pleased. “Goodbye, Palkia,” I said. “Goodbye, Matt,” he returned, and he flew up in to the heavens faster than I could of imagined. He vanished with a twinkle in the sky. I stared at the statue for a long time with my Eevee on my shoulders. “It’s a new beginning,” I reflected, “for both of us.”
I've decided to change to another story I made that I like better also about New Beginings: Only 2497 so it's good
It all happened so fast all that time ago. I was just plain Ricky Rim, nothing too special an ordinary person. But that was before I knew…
I was at school so many years ago. That’s when things started to turn weird. First it was me being called down to the principal’s office on my cell-phone. And when I got there, the entire staff of the man office was gone. I thought it was just some kids playing a prank, not that big of deal, but then it got worse. When I tried to call my parents, the phone crashed. It went on like that whenever I used it but then it changed. I was cut off again. But instead I heard a voice. It was a deep voice. A threatening deep voice. I was scared as I heard the river of words flow into my head.
It said “, Hello Ricky Rim. Yes, we know your name. We know all about you. You have been selected for a special briefing.”
I interrupted “How did you get this number? And who are we?”
The voice continued “, that is all classified. Tomorrow at school go to locker 17158 and use the combination 21-36-47. If you fail to do this there will be consequences.” Just as I was about to ask more questions they hung up. I held the phone dead silent. Was this all a dream? Some person hacks my call threatens me and then nothing? This couldn’t be real. Instead I continued walking home thinking about what the “consequences” could be.
I walked into school like always and scanned the locker numbers looking the least suspicious as I could be. I had convinced myself to look for locker 17158 only because if the person could hack my phone then he could do worse. Much worse. 17156, 17157, here it was 17158. My entire body was shaking. My hand gently grabbed the knob and began to turn the numbers. 21-36-47. Then I heard a click like that of a lock. Not that of
a locker. Then I pressed up on the handle and then the door opened. Instead of a locker I found a hole. I bent over to look down but then someone must have slammed the locker because I fell forward the eliminating darkness of the hole. Finally I hit a soft mattress.
I was a tad startled at first but then I found people surrounding me, staring at me. They were whispering something like “, There he is…that’s his son?” Finally someone walked out to help me up. It was a kind man not too much older than 20.
“Hello there. I’m Nick nice to meet you Ricky,” he said.
“Ummm hello?” I replied completely scared, curios, and shocked at the same time.
“That should be expected,” Nick replied “, follow me.” Nick started to walk away and I follow him through the crowds of people staring at me. Finally we reached a room with all these high-tech gadgets and what not. Then Nick turned around and told me “, now Ricky, what you’re about to see is extremely confidential. And then he continued walking through another door. That’s when I realized that this was serious. No prank at all, serious, confidential, dangerous, and above all way too much for a normal 12 year old.
This room was different. There was a whole bunch of people managing computers. One who looked the most important walked over to me.
“Hello Ricky Rim, I’m Jeffery, and I’m supposed to inform you about your new life.” He told me.
“My new life?” I asked in a state of a shock.
“Yes, that’s correct. Your new life will be working for the government as a special agent.” Jeffery said to me.
“You want me to be a special agent for the government?” I asked now thinking I’ve gone crazy “, a 12 year old kid, not an adult?”
“We chose you for a specific reason, because of how your relatives have helped and done amazing things. “ Jeffery told me.
“My family? They’ve never worked for the government!” I said now wondering how psychotic all of this was.
“Oh, you must not know.” Jeffery instructed me “, well no matter, over there in that hallway grab a parachute.” Instead of arguing I did as he told and went into the air lock room and grabbed a parachute.
“Wait why do I need a parachute? I’m already below the surface of the earth?” I questioned Jeffery.
Jeffery replied “, because you’re being sent to a different world beyond your wildest dreams!”
“What?! Another world? No! I won’t do it!” I screamed. But then Jeffery hit a button and lights started t glow all around me. I started to scream “, This isn’t real! This isn’t real!”
But then I appeared in the sky with my parachute, no room, no Jeffery, but defiantly gravity. I started to fall down at least 1,000 feet in the air. I quickly pulled the chord and my parachute came up. I landed safely on some sort of landing mark. Then I fainted for some reason.
I woke up in a bed. Then some people came rushing over to me.
“You’re awake!” one cried.
Another ran over and yelled down the hallway “, Ricky’s awake!”
Then soon people started rushing into the room. They started whispering and then one said “, Come on, we want to show you something.” They brought me down the hall into a large room, with a man inside, a man I knew from long ago, one I thought was dead, that one was my father.
“Father?” I said almost scared to death.
“Yes son,” he replied in a soft and welcoming voice.
“But how? You died in the war!” I asked him.
“I never died son. The government wanted it to look like I died. But really I was sent here to work on a project just like you.” He told me.
I ran over and hugged him. I finally managed to find my father. So he never died, he was here but then I asked him “, Dad, where exactly is here?”
“I figured that question would come around soon enough. We are in the Pokemon World” he told me “, it’s a wonderful place unharmed by greedy people from our world. And it is inhabited by creatures we call Pokemon.”
Just then a Jolteon came into the room.
“Aaah!” I screamed “, what is that thing?”
“Calm down, it’s only a Jolteon.” he said to me “now say hello to Jolteon.”
“He-Hello?” I said still taken back about this strange world and these creatures called Pokemon. My father explained to me all about pokemon and I had lessons about them everyday. My father also explained I was to protect this world from anyone that would want to ruin it.
That was 4 years ago and now I am 16 as well as a trained specialist for the government with my handy pokemon Jolteon, Salamence, Fearow, and Kelceon. They all have attributes fit for undercover work. Jolteon and Umbreon give me power and stealth, Salamence also provides power and a quick get away, Fearow for the vantage point of a bird, and Kelceon for blending in and getting me updates on the situation. We were an unstoppable team. No criminal eluded us. The only person that was probably better than me was my dad and his Flygon. They were so strong they didn’t need to go undercover but could just waltz in and make them give up by brute force. He was my father, and my hero. And this is where my story continues except now I do not know what is to come.
I walk into the mission briefing room Jolteon beside me. I sit down and listen to a government agent explain the location of a crook. I look to see whom the mission was for. My father as usual. It was to capture a recently found out leader of a major gang corporation called Team Rocket. I see its ranked S the highest ranking. No wonder my father gets it. He was the only S rank agent here. Me second in line, a rank A agent. All the others were Bs and Cs. I walk out of my room followed by my father. I had been assigned a different assignment; it was to locate a supposed pokemon-capturing base set up by Team Magma. My father turned away seeing how I was about to say “, Good luck daddio!” to him. That wasn’t normal. He always wished me luck. It was like he was hiding something. But it didn’t matter I went on my mission like normal and succeeded marvelously. Finally I was to be ranked as an S rank agent.
Bu at my ceremony my dad dint’ show only afterwards did I go over to Agent Nickels and found out a disturbing secret.
“Hey Nickels, Do you know where my father is? He wasn’t at my ceremony.” I asked him.
Nicholas had a worried look on his face. He said to me “, No one has told you yet? On the mission your father told all of our secrets to Giovanni the leader of Team Rocket. He betrayed us. It turns out he was a double agent fooling us all, getting the most important mission to get the best facts. H deceived us all.”
I almost fell back. At first I thought it was a joke. But then I realized it would explain everything. Tears started running down my face. I ran back to my room and dived onto the bed sobbing. My heart had been broken. I decide that I wasn’t about to take this lightly. I packed all of my pokeball, some of my gear, and some food. Then jumped out of my window onto my Salamence. I knew I was violation of the rules, and it was considered treason, but I had to. I had to face my father alone, and bring him to justice. Because I knew now one could stop my father, except maybe me, because I too was now an S rank ex-agent.
I flew over the mountains tracking him down using every agents built in navigation system which could be hacked to find everyone’s location. Finally I cracked the code and found the location. I flew over there and found a Warehouse with the sign of Team Rocket on it. I stayed stealthy and watched from a nearby hill as an explosion blew the front door of the Warehouse open with Giovanni followed. Then my dad came out with his Flygon.
“Give me the money, now.” He instructed with a very fierce tone to Giovanni.
Giovanni acted like the spineless rat he was and said “, ummm of course the 2 million. Yours!”
My father replied “, don’t you mean the 4 million?”
“What?” Giovanni replied “, that wasn’t our deal, our deal was 2 million.”
“Oh really?” my father asked Giovanni with a smirk on his face “, perhaps I should persuade you. Flygon, use hyper bea”
“Ok Ok!” Giovanni pleaded “, 4 million it is. Just please don’t hurt me.”
“Now that you put it that way we can behave like gentleman,” My father told Giovanni so sure of himself.
Giovanni handed over the 4 million. My father then got on his Flygon and rode off. He wasn’t about to get away that easy. I got on my Salamence and started to ride after him. Finally I shot a hyper beam at him and sent his Flygon plummeting to the ground.
“Son?” he yelled at me furious “, you don’t know who you’re dealing with. Flygon, land us now.” Somehow the Flygon managed to land safely. It was very well trained. I got off Salamence as we hit the ground.
“Son. You don’t think you can actually defeat Flygon do you?” he mocked me.
“This ends now father. You will be brought to justice.” I responded.
“Very Well. Flygon, now use Dragon Claw.” He told Flygon.
Flygon flew at Salamence and slashed him everywhere.
“Salamence No!” I cried “,now use Aerial Ace followed up by Hyper Beam.”
Salamence retaliated with an Aerial Ace having Flygon crash down to earth and then a hyper beam followed.
“It’s over,” I told my father “, there’s no way Flygon could have survived that.”
Just then Flygon flew back up and used iron tail on Salamence knocking him out.
“Don’t be so certain son,” my dad replied.
Then I returned Salamence and sent out Kelceon. The battle went on every thing I threw at Flygon he just dodged and attacked. Now I was down to my 2 last pokemon, Jolteon and Umbreon.
“Don’t you see you can never win son?” my father told me.
“None of my pokemon can defeat it.” I said to myself “, Wait that’s it!”
I sent out both Umbreon and Jolteon.
“Let’s see how you do this time dad.” I mocked him.
“Flygon now use dragon claw on Jolteon” my dad instructed.
“Jolteon use Hyper Beam and Umbreon use Shadow sneak.” I instructed.
Flygon started to charge at Jolteon. But then Umbreon’s shadow sneak hit and it stunned Flygon for enough time so that Jolteon could hit dead on with Hyper Beam. Flygon flew backwards and he landed on the ground hard.
“Flygon get back up!” my dad ordered.
Flygon tried to get up but soon it fell back down again.
“But how? One Hyper Beam shouldn’t be nearly enough to penetrate Flygon hard skin!” my dad yelled.
“Don’t you see dad. This entire battle I’ve been hitting in one single spot. That way I new all the power of my last attack wouldn’t be stopped by the skin.” I told my dad.
My dad looked at Flygon to see a very badly hurt spot on its back.
My dad returned Flygon and started to run away in fear.
“Not so fast dad. Umbreon use Confuse Ray.”
I brought out my fully healed Salamence and I rode back to base. Their I dropped of my confused father. Nicholas came out to see me.
Nicholas said to me “, well looks like you did it.”
I replied “, I never had a doubt.”
Nicholas asked me “, you’re not going to stay are you?”
I replied “, no Nicholas. There’s a whole world out there for me to explore and I’m ready to enjoy it.”
Nicholas said “, I understand. We all want to do that. But promise me one day. Come back. And never forget us. But most of all Come back one day and tell us about the great world here. You were destined for much more than a government pordject, much more. You belong here. Have fun Ricky.”
With that I started to walk away into the distance. Now I could finally relax. I could live my journey in this amazing Pokemon World.
It all happened so fast all that time ago. I was just plain Ricky Rim, nothing too special an ordinary person. But that was before I knew…
I was at school so many years ago. That’s when things started to turn weird. First it was me being called down to the principal’s office on my cell-phone. And when I got there, the entire staff of the man office was gone. I thought it was just some kids playing a prank, not that big of deal, but then it got worse. When I tried to call my parents, the phone crashed. It went on like that whenever I used it but then it changed. I was cut off again. But instead I heard a voice. It was a deep voice. A threatening deep voice. I was scared as I heard the river of words flow into my head.
It said “, Hello Ricky Rim. Yes, we know your name. We know all about you. You have been selected for a special briefing.”
I interrupted “How did you get this number? And who are we?”
The voice continued “, that is all classified. Tomorrow at school go to locker 17158 and use the combination 21-36-47. If you fail to do this there will be consequences.” Just as I was about to ask more questions they hung up. I held the phone dead silent. Was this all a dream? Some person hacks my call threatens me and then nothing? This couldn’t be real. Instead I continued walking home thinking about what the “consequences” could be.
I walked into school like always and scanned the locker numbers looking the least suspicious as I could be. I had convinced myself to look for locker 17158 only because if the person could hack my phone then he could do worse. Much worse. 17156, 17157, here it was 17158. My entire body was shaking. My hand gently grabbed the knob and began to turn the numbers. 21-36-47. Then I heard a click like that of a lock. Not that of
a locker. Then I pressed up on the handle and then the door opened. Instead of a locker I found a hole. I bent over to look down but then someone must have slammed the locker because I fell forward the eliminating darkness of the hole. Finally I hit a soft mattress.
I was a tad startled at first but then I found people surrounding me, staring at me. They were whispering something like “, There he is…that’s his son?” Finally someone walked out to help me up. It was a kind man not too much older than 20.
“Hello there. I’m Nick nice to meet you Ricky,” he said.
“Ummm hello?” I replied completely scared, curios, and shocked at the same time.
“That should be expected,” Nick replied “, follow me.” Nick started to walk away and I follow him through the crowds of people staring at me. Finally we reached a room with all these high-tech gadgets and what not. Then Nick turned around and told me “, now Ricky, what you’re about to see is extremely confidential. And then he continued walking through another door. That’s when I realized that this was serious. No prank at all, serious, confidential, dangerous, and above all way too much for a normal 12 year old.
This room was different. There was a whole bunch of people managing computers. One who looked the most important walked over to me.
“Hello Ricky Rim, I’m Jeffery, and I’m supposed to inform you about your new life.” He told me.
“My new life?” I asked in a state of a shock.
“Yes, that’s correct. Your new life will be working for the government as a special agent.” Jeffery said to me.
“You want me to be a special agent for the government?” I asked now thinking I’ve gone crazy “, a 12 year old kid, not an adult?”
“We chose you for a specific reason, because of how your relatives have helped and done amazing things. “ Jeffery told me.
“My family? They’ve never worked for the government!” I said now wondering how psychotic all of this was.
“Oh, you must not know.” Jeffery instructed me “, well no matter, over there in that hallway grab a parachute.” Instead of arguing I did as he told and went into the air lock room and grabbed a parachute.
“Wait why do I need a parachute? I’m already below the surface of the earth?” I questioned Jeffery.
Jeffery replied “, because you’re being sent to a different world beyond your wildest dreams!”
“What?! Another world? No! I won’t do it!” I screamed. But then Jeffery hit a button and lights started t glow all around me. I started to scream “, This isn’t real! This isn’t real!”
But then I appeared in the sky with my parachute, no room, no Jeffery, but defiantly gravity. I started to fall down at least 1,000 feet in the air. I quickly pulled the chord and my parachute came up. I landed safely on some sort of landing mark. Then I fainted for some reason.
I woke up in a bed. Then some people came rushing over to me.
“You’re awake!” one cried.
Another ran over and yelled down the hallway “, Ricky’s awake!”
Then soon people started rushing into the room. They started whispering and then one said “, Come on, we want to show you something.” They brought me down the hall into a large room, with a man inside, a man I knew from long ago, one I thought was dead, that one was my father.
“Father?” I said almost scared to death.
“Yes son,” he replied in a soft and welcoming voice.
“But how? You died in the war!” I asked him.
“I never died son. The government wanted it to look like I died. But really I was sent here to work on a project just like you.” He told me.
I ran over and hugged him. I finally managed to find my father. So he never died, he was here but then I asked him “, Dad, where exactly is here?”
“I figured that question would come around soon enough. We are in the Pokemon World” he told me “, it’s a wonderful place unharmed by greedy people from our world. And it is inhabited by creatures we call Pokemon.”
Just then a Jolteon came into the room.
“Aaah!” I screamed “, what is that thing?”
“Calm down, it’s only a Jolteon.” he said to me “now say hello to Jolteon.”
“He-Hello?” I said still taken back about this strange world and these creatures called Pokemon. My father explained to me all about pokemon and I had lessons about them everyday. My father also explained I was to protect this world from anyone that would want to ruin it.
That was 4 years ago and now I am 16 as well as a trained specialist for the government with my handy pokemon Jolteon, Salamence, Fearow, and Kelceon. They all have attributes fit for undercover work. Jolteon and Umbreon give me power and stealth, Salamence also provides power and a quick get away, Fearow for the vantage point of a bird, and Kelceon for blending in and getting me updates on the situation. We were an unstoppable team. No criminal eluded us. The only person that was probably better than me was my dad and his Flygon. They were so strong they didn’t need to go undercover but could just waltz in and make them give up by brute force. He was my father, and my hero. And this is where my story continues except now I do not know what is to come.
I walk into the mission briefing room Jolteon beside me. I sit down and listen to a government agent explain the location of a crook. I look to see whom the mission was for. My father as usual. It was to capture a recently found out leader of a major gang corporation called Team Rocket. I see its ranked S the highest ranking. No wonder my father gets it. He was the only S rank agent here. Me second in line, a rank A agent. All the others were Bs and Cs. I walk out of my room followed by my father. I had been assigned a different assignment; it was to locate a supposed pokemon-capturing base set up by Team Magma. My father turned away seeing how I was about to say “, Good luck daddio!” to him. That wasn’t normal. He always wished me luck. It was like he was hiding something. But it didn’t matter I went on my mission like normal and succeeded marvelously. Finally I was to be ranked as an S rank agent.
Bu at my ceremony my dad dint’ show only afterwards did I go over to Agent Nickels and found out a disturbing secret.
“Hey Nickels, Do you know where my father is? He wasn’t at my ceremony.” I asked him.
Nicholas had a worried look on his face. He said to me “, No one has told you yet? On the mission your father told all of our secrets to Giovanni the leader of Team Rocket. He betrayed us. It turns out he was a double agent fooling us all, getting the most important mission to get the best facts. H deceived us all.”
I almost fell back. At first I thought it was a joke. But then I realized it would explain everything. Tears started running down my face. I ran back to my room and dived onto the bed sobbing. My heart had been broken. I decide that I wasn’t about to take this lightly. I packed all of my pokeball, some of my gear, and some food. Then jumped out of my window onto my Salamence. I knew I was violation of the rules, and it was considered treason, but I had to. I had to face my father alone, and bring him to justice. Because I knew now one could stop my father, except maybe me, because I too was now an S rank ex-agent.
I flew over the mountains tracking him down using every agents built in navigation system which could be hacked to find everyone’s location. Finally I cracked the code and found the location. I flew over there and found a Warehouse with the sign of Team Rocket on it. I stayed stealthy and watched from a nearby hill as an explosion blew the front door of the Warehouse open with Giovanni followed. Then my dad came out with his Flygon.
“Give me the money, now.” He instructed with a very fierce tone to Giovanni.
Giovanni acted like the spineless rat he was and said “, ummm of course the 2 million. Yours!”
My father replied “, don’t you mean the 4 million?”
“What?” Giovanni replied “, that wasn’t our deal, our deal was 2 million.”
“Oh really?” my father asked Giovanni with a smirk on his face “, perhaps I should persuade you. Flygon, use hyper bea”
“Ok Ok!” Giovanni pleaded “, 4 million it is. Just please don’t hurt me.”
“Now that you put it that way we can behave like gentleman,” My father told Giovanni so sure of himself.
Giovanni handed over the 4 million. My father then got on his Flygon and rode off. He wasn’t about to get away that easy. I got on my Salamence and started to ride after him. Finally I shot a hyper beam at him and sent his Flygon plummeting to the ground.
“Son?” he yelled at me furious “, you don’t know who you’re dealing with. Flygon, land us now.” Somehow the Flygon managed to land safely. It was very well trained. I got off Salamence as we hit the ground.
“Son. You don’t think you can actually defeat Flygon do you?” he mocked me.
“This ends now father. You will be brought to justice.” I responded.
“Very Well. Flygon, now use Dragon Claw.” He told Flygon.
Flygon flew at Salamence and slashed him everywhere.
“Salamence No!” I cried “,now use Aerial Ace followed up by Hyper Beam.”
Salamence retaliated with an Aerial Ace having Flygon crash down to earth and then a hyper beam followed.
“It’s over,” I told my father “, there’s no way Flygon could have survived that.”
Just then Flygon flew back up and used iron tail on Salamence knocking him out.
“Don’t be so certain son,” my dad replied.
Then I returned Salamence and sent out Kelceon. The battle went on every thing I threw at Flygon he just dodged and attacked. Now I was down to my 2 last pokemon, Jolteon and Umbreon.
“Don’t you see you can never win son?” my father told me.
“None of my pokemon can defeat it.” I said to myself “, Wait that’s it!”
I sent out both Umbreon and Jolteon.
“Let’s see how you do this time dad.” I mocked him.
“Flygon now use dragon claw on Jolteon” my dad instructed.
“Jolteon use Hyper Beam and Umbreon use Shadow sneak.” I instructed.
Flygon started to charge at Jolteon. But then Umbreon’s shadow sneak hit and it stunned Flygon for enough time so that Jolteon could hit dead on with Hyper Beam. Flygon flew backwards and he landed on the ground hard.
“Flygon get back up!” my dad ordered.
Flygon tried to get up but soon it fell back down again.
“But how? One Hyper Beam shouldn’t be nearly enough to penetrate Flygon hard skin!” my dad yelled.
“Don’t you see dad. This entire battle I’ve been hitting in one single spot. That way I new all the power of my last attack wouldn’t be stopped by the skin.” I told my dad.
My dad looked at Flygon to see a very badly hurt spot on its back.
My dad returned Flygon and started to run away in fear.
“Not so fast dad. Umbreon use Confuse Ray.”
I brought out my fully healed Salamence and I rode back to base. Their I dropped of my confused father. Nicholas came out to see me.
Nicholas said to me “, well looks like you did it.”
I replied “, I never had a doubt.”
Nicholas asked me “, you’re not going to stay are you?”
I replied “, no Nicholas. There’s a whole world out there for me to explore and I’m ready to enjoy it.”
Nicholas said “, I understand. We all want to do that. But promise me one day. Come back. And never forget us. But most of all Come back one day and tell us about the great world here. You were destined for much more than a government pordject, much more. You belong here. Have fun Ricky.”
With that I started to walk away into the distance. Now I could finally relax. I could live my journey in this amazing Pokemon World.
Tough competition. Maybe I'll whip up something better...I don't know if my current submission will cut it.
Well, I finally decided on the basis for my story. I sure hope everyone has time to read it.
charidude said:
No, you cannot vote for yourselves. You must vote for someone's elses work. It's too bad, but I guess it's fair in a way so there wouldn't be a tie vote for every story if each votes for their own.
- Luigi
charidude said:
That I'm not too sure but I assume so. We need as many votes as we can get, lol. Hopefully that will happen. =)
- Luigi
I'm altering my entry. This one has 1750 words in it, and I deem it superior to my previous one.
ABANDONED
I simply did not understand. I have always trained hard, fought every battle my master had sent me in even if I had no way of winning. I had been sent out against Absols, Houndooms, even a Tyranitar once. How could a simple Kirlia like myself even win a battle like that? I didn't know. But I kept fighting for my trainer, because I thought he did care about me. Until I lost once again. This was a gym battle, my master against Fantina of Hearthome City. I was his last hope, but in order to win, I would have to defeat a Mismagius. I used my most powerful attacks, but the Mismagius could just vanish whenever it want. And then it would pop up and smash me with another one of those shadow balls. Had it no mercy? But no, it didn't take too long before I fell over, being battered by all of those attacks. I felt myself getting sucked back into that ball, ready to once again be treated by that friendly nurse. At least she could always help me whenever I was feeling bad. Her kind words and her gentle treatment were so different as the treatment I was used to from my trainer.
Not long after being given back to him again, he opened my Pokéball, sending me out. I greeted him with a small bow, saying "Hello Master" as usual, although he probably only heard "Kirlia". How those humans could be the dominant species with such undeveloped ears, I never understood. Even worse, his brain couldn't comprehend my telepathic messages either. "Kirlia...it's time to say our goodbyes." He said, without as much as a trace of emotion on his face. "What? Why?" I asked, in vain as he just didn't understand. He still answered though, part of his explanation probably. "When I caught you, I was surprised by your psychic powers and thought you'd be strong. But you're not. You're just a weakling, you can't win a simple battle and you cannot evolve to become tougher that way. You've been a waste of my time. So leave, I have no use for a worthless creature like yourself." and with those words he turned around and left. He didn't care about my feelings. I was sobbing, crying even. Humans just didn't understand. After all the battles I had been in for him, even after he took me away from my home by force. Even after his harsh treatments, I did everything he wanted, trying to make him like me. I wasn't strong, I knew that and I knew my limits. But he never knew.
After a while, I decided that just sitting on that rock sobbing would sort no effect. I had to get up and do something. Like find my own food again, and find new friends. That was the one positive side-effect travelling with that guy had - I got free food and his other Pokémon were friendly. Except for that Raichu of his, such a bully. All because it was his first Pokémon, he thought it could act spoiled. I kicked away a rock from frustration and went off, trying to find something to eat as I did start to get hungry.
I was lucky enough to find a small berry bush. Picking a few of them, I zapped them with a short shock wave to make them extra tasty. I sat down on a rock and looked up at the stars while nibbling on my freshly roasted berries, contemplating on what to do next. I heard of other Raltses and Kirlias living around cities, but others in forests. I wasn't too sure about either choice. I had just decided to sleep over it as I gobbled down the final berry, and started looking for a pond to drink a bit and refresh myself before sleeping. I wasn't used to sleeping in the wild anymore, but I did recall it as far less comfortable as sleeping in a Pokéball. At least when getting sucked into those balls, you would pretty much instantly fall asleep, and feel as if dreaming all the time, dreaming about the surroundings of the Pokéball. Not the nicest dreams always, but a good way to sleep. Now I would have to fall asleep the old fashioned way.
I was lucky enough to find a small stream where I could get myself refreshed. I gulped down some water and cleaned my face, which felt great. After that, I spotted a bunch of fallen leaves, which I used to make a bed for myself. It was small but upon curling up, I could sleep comfortably on it. It was a good thing it was summer, meaning it was warm enough during the night.
I quickly fell asleep, but after not too long, I woke up due to some grumbling noises. Startled, I looked around carefully, trying to detect motion with my powers. Suddenly, I could feel several creatures moving into my direction - and moving fast. Before I knew what happened, several Mightyena jumped out of the bushes, attacking me. I couldn't understand why but I guessed I was in their territory and they wanted me away. I tried to teleport but their constant biting prevented me from focussing enough to do so. I then resorted to using Shock Wave to try and drive them off, but it just wasn't powerful enough to chase them off, they were only mildly stunned by the shocks. Finally, one of them grabbed one of my legs and flung me into the stream. Confident they had rid their territory of me, they left me to float away on the little stream.
I was fortunate enough to have landed on my back as I couldn't move a muscle anymore, landing face-first would have certainly caused me to drown. Now, my light build allowed me to stay afloat and drift off to who knows where, until a sandy bend in the river caught me, washing me up on the miniature beach. I just laid still, feeling all strength fading from my body, and I shut my eyes, fearing I would never be able to open them.
But I did wake up, in a Pokémon Centre no less. I looked up and saw the all too familliar ceiling, but I also noticed something was different. There were all kinds of tubes attached to my body, of which I had no idea what they did. Then suddenly, the face of a young human girl appeared above me. It wasn't the face of the nurse, this girl looked very different. A sweet face, that much was for sure. She placed her hand on my head, very gently. Then she started speaking. "Oh I'm so happy you're awake...when I found you on that bank, I was afraid you were gone...but you were still breathing so I brought you here. I have been here for you now for two days, and I'm so happy to see you awake." She smiled. I could see she wasn't lying - she looked very tired. "Thank you..." I muttered, hard to do so due to the pain. She reacted as if shocked. "You can talk? I never knew Pokémon could talk!" Now it was my turn to be shocked. "You can understand me? Ofcourse we talk but humans never understand us...or maybe you can pick up my telepathy which means you understand me..." How I managed to speak so much despite my pain I did not know, maybe it was the joy of finally finding a human who could understand me.
During the time I had to recover at the Pokémon Centre, the girl had introduced herself as Kara, and she was on her way to a nearby town to see the famous Professor Rowan, who would give her her first Pokémon, so she could start out as a trainer. When I was about to be released back into the wild, she walked towards the city outskirts with me. Right before she would leave, I looked up at her with a smile. "Kara...I told you I wouldn't want to be with a trainer anymore...but I would want to give it a second try with you. You're so kind and you care about me...can I be your first Pokémon?"
It didn't take Kara long to consider. Before I knew it, I found myself on her shoulder, ready to travel through Sinnoh with her. She promised to not make me fight opponents I would not be able to handle.
And she kept that promise. Throughout the following two years, I never had to fight an opponent I couldnt handle. And she proved to be a very good trainer, winning all badges and entering the Sinnoh League, with me by her side at all times. I still had not evolved, but she didn't feel the need of forcing me to do so.
And now I'm ready for the fourth round of the Sinnoh League. Three on three battles. Walking into the stadium, I look at the other side of the stadium, to see what kind of opposition we will face. "No, it can be..."
Walking out of the tunnel, it is that guy who abandoned me! I feel rage welling up, and jump of Kara's shoulder before she can even make a command. I tell her "back off, this guy is mine", and I notice her nodding, she understands that this is the guy who abandoned me. And he sees it too, I notice. "Well well, if it isn't the weakling I left two years ago. Shame I got no worthy opposition.". The judge looks at Kara, who confirms that I'm her Pokémon of choice. My first opponent would be Magmar. He attacks me with Fire Punch, but one fury filled Psychic made him fall. I smile, and he recalls Magmar, a shocked look on his face. Then he sends out Skarmory. Before Skarmory can even approach me, I shoot it out of the sky with a thunderbolt. I grin with glee as he recalls Skarmory. "Now what will happen" I ask, and I'm answered with Raichu. "This is perfect, now I get full revenge" I think, and then I feel something happening to me. Before I know it, I stand a lot taller, my shape changed. "I'm a...Gardevoir now" I say. Raichu looks up at me, slightly scared. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this, you rat". "Rai....."
ABANDONED
I simply did not understand. I have always trained hard, fought every battle my master had sent me in even if I had no way of winning. I had been sent out against Absols, Houndooms, even a Tyranitar once. How could a simple Kirlia like myself even win a battle like that? I didn't know. But I kept fighting for my trainer, because I thought he did care about me. Until I lost once again. This was a gym battle, my master against Fantina of Hearthome City. I was his last hope, but in order to win, I would have to defeat a Mismagius. I used my most powerful attacks, but the Mismagius could just vanish whenever it want. And then it would pop up and smash me with another one of those shadow balls. Had it no mercy? But no, it didn't take too long before I fell over, being battered by all of those attacks. I felt myself getting sucked back into that ball, ready to once again be treated by that friendly nurse. At least she could always help me whenever I was feeling bad. Her kind words and her gentle treatment were so different as the treatment I was used to from my trainer.
Not long after being given back to him again, he opened my Pokéball, sending me out. I greeted him with a small bow, saying "Hello Master" as usual, although he probably only heard "Kirlia". How those humans could be the dominant species with such undeveloped ears, I never understood. Even worse, his brain couldn't comprehend my telepathic messages either. "Kirlia...it's time to say our goodbyes." He said, without as much as a trace of emotion on his face. "What? Why?" I asked, in vain as he just didn't understand. He still answered though, part of his explanation probably. "When I caught you, I was surprised by your psychic powers and thought you'd be strong. But you're not. You're just a weakling, you can't win a simple battle and you cannot evolve to become tougher that way. You've been a waste of my time. So leave, I have no use for a worthless creature like yourself." and with those words he turned around and left. He didn't care about my feelings. I was sobbing, crying even. Humans just didn't understand. After all the battles I had been in for him, even after he took me away from my home by force. Even after his harsh treatments, I did everything he wanted, trying to make him like me. I wasn't strong, I knew that and I knew my limits. But he never knew.
After a while, I decided that just sitting on that rock sobbing would sort no effect. I had to get up and do something. Like find my own food again, and find new friends. That was the one positive side-effect travelling with that guy had - I got free food and his other Pokémon were friendly. Except for that Raichu of his, such a bully. All because it was his first Pokémon, he thought it could act spoiled. I kicked away a rock from frustration and went off, trying to find something to eat as I did start to get hungry.
I was lucky enough to find a small berry bush. Picking a few of them, I zapped them with a short shock wave to make them extra tasty. I sat down on a rock and looked up at the stars while nibbling on my freshly roasted berries, contemplating on what to do next. I heard of other Raltses and Kirlias living around cities, but others in forests. I wasn't too sure about either choice. I had just decided to sleep over it as I gobbled down the final berry, and started looking for a pond to drink a bit and refresh myself before sleeping. I wasn't used to sleeping in the wild anymore, but I did recall it as far less comfortable as sleeping in a Pokéball. At least when getting sucked into those balls, you would pretty much instantly fall asleep, and feel as if dreaming all the time, dreaming about the surroundings of the Pokéball. Not the nicest dreams always, but a good way to sleep. Now I would have to fall asleep the old fashioned way.
I was lucky enough to find a small stream where I could get myself refreshed. I gulped down some water and cleaned my face, which felt great. After that, I spotted a bunch of fallen leaves, which I used to make a bed for myself. It was small but upon curling up, I could sleep comfortably on it. It was a good thing it was summer, meaning it was warm enough during the night.
I quickly fell asleep, but after not too long, I woke up due to some grumbling noises. Startled, I looked around carefully, trying to detect motion with my powers. Suddenly, I could feel several creatures moving into my direction - and moving fast. Before I knew what happened, several Mightyena jumped out of the bushes, attacking me. I couldn't understand why but I guessed I was in their territory and they wanted me away. I tried to teleport but their constant biting prevented me from focussing enough to do so. I then resorted to using Shock Wave to try and drive them off, but it just wasn't powerful enough to chase them off, they were only mildly stunned by the shocks. Finally, one of them grabbed one of my legs and flung me into the stream. Confident they had rid their territory of me, they left me to float away on the little stream.
I was fortunate enough to have landed on my back as I couldn't move a muscle anymore, landing face-first would have certainly caused me to drown. Now, my light build allowed me to stay afloat and drift off to who knows where, until a sandy bend in the river caught me, washing me up on the miniature beach. I just laid still, feeling all strength fading from my body, and I shut my eyes, fearing I would never be able to open them.
But I did wake up, in a Pokémon Centre no less. I looked up and saw the all too familliar ceiling, but I also noticed something was different. There were all kinds of tubes attached to my body, of which I had no idea what they did. Then suddenly, the face of a young human girl appeared above me. It wasn't the face of the nurse, this girl looked very different. A sweet face, that much was for sure. She placed her hand on my head, very gently. Then she started speaking. "Oh I'm so happy you're awake...when I found you on that bank, I was afraid you were gone...but you were still breathing so I brought you here. I have been here for you now for two days, and I'm so happy to see you awake." She smiled. I could see she wasn't lying - she looked very tired. "Thank you..." I muttered, hard to do so due to the pain. She reacted as if shocked. "You can talk? I never knew Pokémon could talk!" Now it was my turn to be shocked. "You can understand me? Ofcourse we talk but humans never understand us...or maybe you can pick up my telepathy which means you understand me..." How I managed to speak so much despite my pain I did not know, maybe it was the joy of finally finding a human who could understand me.
During the time I had to recover at the Pokémon Centre, the girl had introduced herself as Kara, and she was on her way to a nearby town to see the famous Professor Rowan, who would give her her first Pokémon, so she could start out as a trainer. When I was about to be released back into the wild, she walked towards the city outskirts with me. Right before she would leave, I looked up at her with a smile. "Kara...I told you I wouldn't want to be with a trainer anymore...but I would want to give it a second try with you. You're so kind and you care about me...can I be your first Pokémon?"
It didn't take Kara long to consider. Before I knew it, I found myself on her shoulder, ready to travel through Sinnoh with her. She promised to not make me fight opponents I would not be able to handle.
And she kept that promise. Throughout the following two years, I never had to fight an opponent I couldnt handle. And she proved to be a very good trainer, winning all badges and entering the Sinnoh League, with me by her side at all times. I still had not evolved, but she didn't feel the need of forcing me to do so.
And now I'm ready for the fourth round of the Sinnoh League. Three on three battles. Walking into the stadium, I look at the other side of the stadium, to see what kind of opposition we will face. "No, it can be..."
Walking out of the tunnel, it is that guy who abandoned me! I feel rage welling up, and jump of Kara's shoulder before she can even make a command. I tell her "back off, this guy is mine", and I notice her nodding, she understands that this is the guy who abandoned me. And he sees it too, I notice. "Well well, if it isn't the weakling I left two years ago. Shame I got no worthy opposition.". The judge looks at Kara, who confirms that I'm her Pokémon of choice. My first opponent would be Magmar. He attacks me with Fire Punch, but one fury filled Psychic made him fall. I smile, and he recalls Magmar, a shocked look on his face. Then he sends out Skarmory. Before Skarmory can even approach me, I shoot it out of the sky with a thunderbolt. I grin with glee as he recalls Skarmory. "Now what will happen" I ask, and I'm answered with Raichu. "This is perfect, now I get full revenge" I think, and then I feel something happening to me. Before I know it, I stand a lot taller, my shape changed. "I'm a...Gardevoir now" I say. Raichu looks up at me, slightly scared. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this, you rat". "Rai....."
Here is my entry. A tie-in prequel of sorts for Misty's entry into Pokemon Blak. 2995 words. Story suffered a bit due to the limit, but, oh well.
Rocket and Kasumi
Team Rocket. A criminal organization dedicated to taking the jewel of the land, cultivating it, then swiping every last goose egg for themselves. Slowly, but surely, Kanto was dying. Celadon City had already been infiltrated by Rocket's gambling ring, and the metropolis was quickly becoming a haven for drunks, wastrels, gamblers, and of course, 'debt collectors'. In Lavander Town, homes were openly raided. All the while they smuggled their wares in and out through Vermilion City's own port, stashing them aboard cruise ship. There was no doubt, in anyone's mind, that Rocket had control of the situation. There were people with courage, yes, but these men had more—money, power, guns, and, of course, Pokémon, all trained to do anything their foul masters asked, no matter how terrible. But a new dawn would rise...with Kasumi, the Mist of Cerulean City.
The people of Cerulean City has always looked to Kasumi, the water guardian of Cerulean City, for support in troubled times. Though most of them had not taken it seriously, it helped morale to think that some guardian woman was going to come and fight your battles and heal your sorrows. So it stayed as a tradition over the many years, even as science and reason penetrated the land.
However, if Cerulean City had been aware of their guardian's true identity, they probably would not have asked her for help.
She swam beautifully. In the Cerulean City Gym, dawn was peeking in through the high windows, causing the water to sparkle as she dove in, a water flower blossoming at her entrance. As she jettisoned towards the bottom of the pool, bubbles following like her own escort, she twirled through the water, turned upwards, and kicked off from the pool bottom. For a moment, she floated there, frozen, Her red hair waved soothingly through the water, hair flowing in every direction as the water pulled on her body. She rested for just a moment more, feeling the push and pull on her skin, everywhere that her yellow bathing suit would allow. Then, she spun into a straight position and began streaming her body through the water, truly the mermaid that the town prized her as. Misty, Gym Leader of Cerulean City, and at only age seventeen, was the jewel of their fair town.
As she broke the water's surface, she sighed and leaned onto the edge of the pool, hair sopping down onto her back. She climbed up, grabbing her nearby towel and looking about in the morning sun. The gym was simple, after all. A giant swimming pool with a network of floating blue platforms, very efficient for its battling purpose, but also lovely any time of day. She smiles as she dried out her hair, quickly ruffling back into its messy, spiky original state. She tossed the towel over her shoulder, making her way to the back of the gym, where she and her sisters lived.
She found her way to her room briskly, opening the door and tossing the towel aside. Her room was painted a salty sea blue, complimenting the contents of the room, and herself, perfectly. Above a large aquarium, where several Pokémon swam happily, a Goldeen mask hung on a hook on the wall. Purely decorative she had told her sisters when they asked. Maybe I'll wear it to the festival. This was, of course, a lie, not solely because she did not plan to attend the festival. She reflected on her recent nights as an effective vigilante, grinning with relish. But her day would not wait. She walked over to her dressing area next to the water bed, re-clothing herself.
Misty emerged as bright as the water she had swam in just that morning, eyes sparkling. She wore a short yellow top and shorts, along with a short blue jacket with long sleeves, for the colder weather. She did not choose these for beauty, but because it was the closest thing to her bathing suit that she could wear for the day. There had been talk of the audacity of it, but then, she had never been much of one to care for petty social commentary.
Today was an important day, she knew. But not because of the festival to be held tonight. It was important because of what she needed to do. Purse slung around her neck and Poké Balls around her hip, she yawned, stretched, and headed out the door into her gym to face the day's challengers.
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“Staryu, Water Pulse!” Misty commanded expertly, in true form, grinning mischievously. Today's challenger was truly no match.
Her starfish Pokémon twirled gracefully in the gym's pool, sending out a visible shockwave through the water. The poor challenger's Wartortle would hardly obey him, and he was needlessly aggressive. Otherwise, the guy has done well thus far, knocking out two of her own Pokémon.
The pulse hit the challenger Wartortle hard. He swam in circles, utterly baffled.
“You've got a lot farther to go with this one if he can't stand a few little waves!” cried out Misty to her challenger, who rose, pulling long spiky brown hair from his eyes.
“Wartortle, return,” said the challenger coldly, opening his Poké Ball and scooping up the turtle Pokémon in a burst of red light.
“I didn't want to use this next Pokémon. I wanted to see if I could beat you without it,” he stated smugly, grinning tauntingly and removing a ball from his belt, bouncing it in his hand.
“Yeah, we'll see about that, Blue!”
The challenger had been full of surprises, certainly. He'd walked into town a day ago, wounded badly, but refused to wait. He scrambled into the gym that afternoon, demanding to challenge her. Such a spark...she thought it was cute.
But she could see now that he was anything but cute in reality. This was a serious battler, totally dedicated. Yet he was cold, and distant. His Pokémon thus far had also reflected this. And there was something strangely familiar about the Poké Balls he was using... Black and white, with a red 'R' stamped on it.
Blue stopped bouncing the ball in his hand, opening his eyes and giving her a warning look.
“Jolteon, go.”
He snapped his Poké Ball forward, bouncing straight back into his hand as yellow and white rabbit-like Jolteon materialized from thin air.
Misty stepped back, angry.
“You idiot! You're supposed to warn the gym if you're going to be using Electric types!” she yelled fiercely, shouting out to the gym, “Everyone, out of the pool!”
The various swimmers all escaped as fast as they could., lining up around the edge to watch.
“Oh, too bad,” said Blue nonchalantly, totally uninterested. “Jolteon, How about a Thundershock in that pool?” he asked mockingly.
The Jolteon obeyed, spreading crackling lightning through the air into the pool. There were gurgled, high pitched sounds, and Misty watched him display the cruelty with fiery eyes. Her Staryu floated to the top of the pool, knocked out cold. She returned her Pokémon to its ball sourly, taking an offensive stance.
“I've got one last Pokémon for you, you toerag. See if you can shock it as easily.”
“Don't talk, just act,” he said, Misty steaming now.
“Starmie, go!” she cried, smacking the Poké Ball down with deliberate force. A purple starfish Pokémon came spinning out of the ball with blinding speed, smacking Jolteon head on, who tumbled back with the force, then rebounded, sparking dangerously as Starmie landed in the pool.
“Alright Jolteon. Let's end this sad little game. Thunderbolt on the pool again,” Blue ordered carelessly.
Once again, Jolteon sparked up another bolt of lightning, this one more wicked than the first, and sent it flying towards the open water. Suddenly, Starmie rushed up from the depths, spinning with wicked force. It deflected the bolt, which began flying back at Jolteon with inescapable speed.
Jolteon took the bolt, rigid with the electric power in his body.
Blue was surprised. He tossed his head and ginned that grin of his, mocking her with every word and action.
“That's a neat trick. And it'd work too, if it wasn't for one thing.”
Misty gasped, noticing that Jolteon had not fallen, In fact, he seemed to be fine.
“Jolteon can absorb any amount of electricity, the only electric Pokémon we know who can. Stunning, isn't it?” he questioned cruelly, watching the horror dawn on her face.
“And with the extra power you just gave back to him, I'm not sure if Starmie can take the next attack,” said Blue matter-of-factly.
Misty knew he was probably right. But she refused to give in to this pompus, show-offy, rude little...boy!
“Go ahead and try it, we can handle anything you've got!” she teased, the smille spreading across her lips again.
“Fine.”
Jolteon released the lightning from his body again, doubled in power. It positively screamed through the air, bright as its own star. Starmie jettisoned from the water once again, spinning fast. The lightning bolt was upon it in seconds, stopping Starmie in its tracks as it hit. It froze in the air, electricity bursting through every seem of its conductive body. The light faded from it's red core, and it fell to the water.
“You sure showed me,” said Blue, chuckling.
Misty fumed, kneeling down and picking up her poor Starmie from the water and hugged it close. She held it tightly and whispered, “I'm sorry Starmie. I let my hot head get you hurt.”
She opened her eyes, rage fueling her aquamarine pupils.
“Here. You want the badge? Catch,” she shouted to him, putting a hand in her jacket and throwing a tear-shaped badge to Blue.
He caught it skillfully, then turned to leave, scooping up Jolteon in a red flash.
“Thanks.”
He left through the door as everyone watched, upset.
As the door closed, Misty realized how she knew the Poké Balls he was using.
She returned Starmie to its Poké Ball, running outside just as swiftly as she could. Blue was already gone.
Rocket Balls, of course! Those are the same Poké Balls that Rocket uses. All of their Pokémon are so awful and cruel, I assumed they had just managed to train them that way. But... it must be the ball! The ball must have something to do with it! she thought, the idea racing in her mind. But they don't accept anyone his age. He must have gotten them from a Rocket. Which means...I was right. Rocket is moving in. I have to make my move tonight. As Kasumi.
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The nights in Cerulean City were normally calm...quiet. However, not tonight. Tonight was a night for celebration, the Water Festival. Tonight, people celebrated the lakes and the oceans, and the Pokémon in them, through song, story, dance, and, of course, seafood.
But Misty was not interested in the revelry tonight. There were men to be dealt with. As fireworks exploded into the air, flashing, red, green, blue, orange, yellow, sparking in the air, Misty poked her head out from behind a warehouse at a large scarlet truck that was sitting in the lot. It was difficult, but the dull city lights made sight here possible. Underneath her Goldeen mask, she watched as uniformed men, all wearing black with a large red 'R' across the chest, and a black beret, exited the vehicle, looking around for potential spies. Seeing nothing and missing everything, they moved to the back, opening the rear door. Boxes upon boxes, crates upon crates, all stamped with the same large crimson 'R' also emblazoned on their chests..
Misty reached for her Starmie's ball, thinking to end this now. Then, she noticed the guns holstered at their hips, and still others brandishing their Uzis. She stepped back further, concocting her plan.
She chose a Poké Ball tenderly, giving it a soft kiss, and opened it, bringing out her shining white Seel as quietly as possible.
“Seel, stir up a mist. I'm going in,” she whispered, looking back the Rockets unloading supplies. The Seel nodded, opening its mouth and exhaling rapidly. A fine mist began to appear in the air, creeping towards the Rockets. They noticed, pointing their guns at the corner.
“Who's there!?” demanded one Rocket, a gaunt man, near the front. He rattled his Uzi, cautiously stepping forward as the icy mist engulfed them.
The mist was totally enveloping them. Misty walked forward, Goldeen mask tied on tight. Not that it mattered. All they could see was her slim outline.
“You there, woman! What did you see? Who are you!?” he asked , afraid and angry. The Rocket's grouped together to encircle her, guns raised.
She raised her lowered head, giggling. They grunted, some taking a step or two back cautiously. She continued to giggle, then laughed, icily.
“Kasumi.”
She moved with lightning speed and precision, slamming her Poké Ball to the ground. Out popped Starmie, spinning again. Before the Rockets could even react, Starmie had attacked. As Starmie came back from its boomerang maneuver, Misty grinned. She watch them panic as they realized that their gun barrels had been sliced clean off by the spin.
The Rockets panicked. Some older, more experienced members went for their Pokémon, but the majority were cowards. They had heard the rumors of the mist spirit Kasumiand were not eager to stay.
“D-Don't move! We still have you surrounded,” threatened one of the remaining grunts.
Misty did not reply to this. Nor did she move.
“On your knees. Hands on your head. Now,” ordered a Rocket who had earlier been quiet, now gaining confidence. Several of them released Pokémon from their Rocket Balls, a tawny Raticate and a purple Arbok, Weezing, and not too few Machop and Meowth. Baring their respective fangs and fists, they closed in on the figure, who had dropped as ordered. Inches away, one of the grunts made a grab for her, and found...
A Poliwag, the hypnotic dizzy dial on its stomach turning. An illusion!
The sound of engines revving caused them all to turn. The truck had been started and the doors closed.
The mist began to clear, Seel back in its Poké Ball. The Poliwag slapped its captor with its tails, forcing him to release it. The Rockets were absolutely livid.
“Oh boys...don't come around my town again. I might do more than spank ya,” she taunted in a singsong voice. With that, Poliwag opened its mouth and sprayed a hard jet of water at the Rockets, knocking them down, dizzy with rage and confusion.
She slammed on the gas, sending the vehicle flying down the road. Streetlights blurred into a single line of light as she sped, everything else a dark flash. She lifted her mask and looked back at the Rockets, who were regrouping quickly, and blew them a teasing kiss, since she was too far away now for them make out her face.
Misty opened the left door as she neared the lake, looking around for civilians. As the truck tilted into the lake, she jumped, landing hard on the ground, absorbing the shock with a tumbling roll. The truck splashed in behind her, sinking with its cargo, and then exploded, spraying her with the lakewater. The Rockets' own bomb, too, had worked. She grinned, about to celebrate, when she noticed the Rockets and their Pokémon chasing after her. She flipped the Goldeen mask back over her face, feet pounding the ground as she fled for her life.
They chased her around a street corner, eager to punish the girl who had ruined their plans. Or rather, the boss's plans.
I'm a swimmer, not a cross country runner! she thought, chest heaving with deep breaths. I never expected a Rocket to be so fit! I may be a gym leader, but that's way too many to take on at once. If I don't find a place to hide, I'm dead.
Then, it struck her. The festival! She skidded around the next corner and saw the festivities ahead, diving into the crowd. The Rockets stopped, angry as wild Tauros.
They know the Cerulean Police are guarding this event. There's no way they'll follow me here.
She watched nervously through a gap in the crowd as they turned the corner and saw the crowd. They stared , furious, but realized that they could not win this fight. She has escaped. For now.
Leaving...she realized going back where they would go to even more cities and spread, committing more crimes, and killing more people.
Kasumi would have to leave, for now. This was too dangerous. She was risking her life every other night for cheap thrills...
And for the city she thought, smiling as a young girl played with her brother, wearing festive Magikarp masks.
But I need to be...less selfish. There are people in other cities I can help. People who need me.
Sighing, she weaved through the crowd, thinking of leaving, nice though the festival was. There was beautiful music, festive dancing, colorful lights, and plenty of entertainment. Multiple people marched in a giant Gyarados dragon train, passing her by. She stopped in front of it, tapping her foot impatiently.
As the train passed, she saw a boy on a bench in front of her. He wore a red and white over a black shirt and jeans, a cap pulled over his head. His face was dark and lined with sorrow. A Pikachu sat on his shoulder, pushing at his face, trying to cheer him.
I'll start with one person.
“Hey, you,” she said to him through her mask, offering a hand, “Want to dance?”
Rocket and Kasumi
Team Rocket. A criminal organization dedicated to taking the jewel of the land, cultivating it, then swiping every last goose egg for themselves. Slowly, but surely, Kanto was dying. Celadon City had already been infiltrated by Rocket's gambling ring, and the metropolis was quickly becoming a haven for drunks, wastrels, gamblers, and of course, 'debt collectors'. In Lavander Town, homes were openly raided. All the while they smuggled their wares in and out through Vermilion City's own port, stashing them aboard cruise ship. There was no doubt, in anyone's mind, that Rocket had control of the situation. There were people with courage, yes, but these men had more—money, power, guns, and, of course, Pokémon, all trained to do anything their foul masters asked, no matter how terrible. But a new dawn would rise...with Kasumi, the Mist of Cerulean City.
The people of Cerulean City has always looked to Kasumi, the water guardian of Cerulean City, for support in troubled times. Though most of them had not taken it seriously, it helped morale to think that some guardian woman was going to come and fight your battles and heal your sorrows. So it stayed as a tradition over the many years, even as science and reason penetrated the land.
However, if Cerulean City had been aware of their guardian's true identity, they probably would not have asked her for help.
She swam beautifully. In the Cerulean City Gym, dawn was peeking in through the high windows, causing the water to sparkle as she dove in, a water flower blossoming at her entrance. As she jettisoned towards the bottom of the pool, bubbles following like her own escort, she twirled through the water, turned upwards, and kicked off from the pool bottom. For a moment, she floated there, frozen, Her red hair waved soothingly through the water, hair flowing in every direction as the water pulled on her body. She rested for just a moment more, feeling the push and pull on her skin, everywhere that her yellow bathing suit would allow. Then, she spun into a straight position and began streaming her body through the water, truly the mermaid that the town prized her as. Misty, Gym Leader of Cerulean City, and at only age seventeen, was the jewel of their fair town.
As she broke the water's surface, she sighed and leaned onto the edge of the pool, hair sopping down onto her back. She climbed up, grabbing her nearby towel and looking about in the morning sun. The gym was simple, after all. A giant swimming pool with a network of floating blue platforms, very efficient for its battling purpose, but also lovely any time of day. She smiles as she dried out her hair, quickly ruffling back into its messy, spiky original state. She tossed the towel over her shoulder, making her way to the back of the gym, where she and her sisters lived.
She found her way to her room briskly, opening the door and tossing the towel aside. Her room was painted a salty sea blue, complimenting the contents of the room, and herself, perfectly. Above a large aquarium, where several Pokémon swam happily, a Goldeen mask hung on a hook on the wall. Purely decorative she had told her sisters when they asked. Maybe I'll wear it to the festival. This was, of course, a lie, not solely because she did not plan to attend the festival. She reflected on her recent nights as an effective vigilante, grinning with relish. But her day would not wait. She walked over to her dressing area next to the water bed, re-clothing herself.
Misty emerged as bright as the water she had swam in just that morning, eyes sparkling. She wore a short yellow top and shorts, along with a short blue jacket with long sleeves, for the colder weather. She did not choose these for beauty, but because it was the closest thing to her bathing suit that she could wear for the day. There had been talk of the audacity of it, but then, she had never been much of one to care for petty social commentary.
Today was an important day, she knew. But not because of the festival to be held tonight. It was important because of what she needed to do. Purse slung around her neck and Poké Balls around her hip, she yawned, stretched, and headed out the door into her gym to face the day's challengers.
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“Staryu, Water Pulse!” Misty commanded expertly, in true form, grinning mischievously. Today's challenger was truly no match.
Her starfish Pokémon twirled gracefully in the gym's pool, sending out a visible shockwave through the water. The poor challenger's Wartortle would hardly obey him, and he was needlessly aggressive. Otherwise, the guy has done well thus far, knocking out two of her own Pokémon.
The pulse hit the challenger Wartortle hard. He swam in circles, utterly baffled.
“You've got a lot farther to go with this one if he can't stand a few little waves!” cried out Misty to her challenger, who rose, pulling long spiky brown hair from his eyes.
“Wartortle, return,” said the challenger coldly, opening his Poké Ball and scooping up the turtle Pokémon in a burst of red light.
“I didn't want to use this next Pokémon. I wanted to see if I could beat you without it,” he stated smugly, grinning tauntingly and removing a ball from his belt, bouncing it in his hand.
“Yeah, we'll see about that, Blue!”
The challenger had been full of surprises, certainly. He'd walked into town a day ago, wounded badly, but refused to wait. He scrambled into the gym that afternoon, demanding to challenge her. Such a spark...she thought it was cute.
But she could see now that he was anything but cute in reality. This was a serious battler, totally dedicated. Yet he was cold, and distant. His Pokémon thus far had also reflected this. And there was something strangely familiar about the Poké Balls he was using... Black and white, with a red 'R' stamped on it.
Blue stopped bouncing the ball in his hand, opening his eyes and giving her a warning look.
“Jolteon, go.”
He snapped his Poké Ball forward, bouncing straight back into his hand as yellow and white rabbit-like Jolteon materialized from thin air.
Misty stepped back, angry.
“You idiot! You're supposed to warn the gym if you're going to be using Electric types!” she yelled fiercely, shouting out to the gym, “Everyone, out of the pool!”
The various swimmers all escaped as fast as they could., lining up around the edge to watch.
“Oh, too bad,” said Blue nonchalantly, totally uninterested. “Jolteon, How about a Thundershock in that pool?” he asked mockingly.
The Jolteon obeyed, spreading crackling lightning through the air into the pool. There were gurgled, high pitched sounds, and Misty watched him display the cruelty with fiery eyes. Her Staryu floated to the top of the pool, knocked out cold. She returned her Pokémon to its ball sourly, taking an offensive stance.
“I've got one last Pokémon for you, you toerag. See if you can shock it as easily.”
“Don't talk, just act,” he said, Misty steaming now.
“Starmie, go!” she cried, smacking the Poké Ball down with deliberate force. A purple starfish Pokémon came spinning out of the ball with blinding speed, smacking Jolteon head on, who tumbled back with the force, then rebounded, sparking dangerously as Starmie landed in the pool.
“Alright Jolteon. Let's end this sad little game. Thunderbolt on the pool again,” Blue ordered carelessly.
Once again, Jolteon sparked up another bolt of lightning, this one more wicked than the first, and sent it flying towards the open water. Suddenly, Starmie rushed up from the depths, spinning with wicked force. It deflected the bolt, which began flying back at Jolteon with inescapable speed.
Jolteon took the bolt, rigid with the electric power in his body.
Blue was surprised. He tossed his head and ginned that grin of his, mocking her with every word and action.
“That's a neat trick. And it'd work too, if it wasn't for one thing.”
Misty gasped, noticing that Jolteon had not fallen, In fact, he seemed to be fine.
“Jolteon can absorb any amount of electricity, the only electric Pokémon we know who can. Stunning, isn't it?” he questioned cruelly, watching the horror dawn on her face.
“And with the extra power you just gave back to him, I'm not sure if Starmie can take the next attack,” said Blue matter-of-factly.
Misty knew he was probably right. But she refused to give in to this pompus, show-offy, rude little...boy!
“Go ahead and try it, we can handle anything you've got!” she teased, the smille spreading across her lips again.
“Fine.”
Jolteon released the lightning from his body again, doubled in power. It positively screamed through the air, bright as its own star. Starmie jettisoned from the water once again, spinning fast. The lightning bolt was upon it in seconds, stopping Starmie in its tracks as it hit. It froze in the air, electricity bursting through every seem of its conductive body. The light faded from it's red core, and it fell to the water.
“You sure showed me,” said Blue, chuckling.
Misty fumed, kneeling down and picking up her poor Starmie from the water and hugged it close. She held it tightly and whispered, “I'm sorry Starmie. I let my hot head get you hurt.”
She opened her eyes, rage fueling her aquamarine pupils.
“Here. You want the badge? Catch,” she shouted to him, putting a hand in her jacket and throwing a tear-shaped badge to Blue.
He caught it skillfully, then turned to leave, scooping up Jolteon in a red flash.
“Thanks.”
He left through the door as everyone watched, upset.
As the door closed, Misty realized how she knew the Poké Balls he was using.
She returned Starmie to its Poké Ball, running outside just as swiftly as she could. Blue was already gone.
Rocket Balls, of course! Those are the same Poké Balls that Rocket uses. All of their Pokémon are so awful and cruel, I assumed they had just managed to train them that way. But... it must be the ball! The ball must have something to do with it! she thought, the idea racing in her mind. But they don't accept anyone his age. He must have gotten them from a Rocket. Which means...I was right. Rocket is moving in. I have to make my move tonight. As Kasumi.
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The nights in Cerulean City were normally calm...quiet. However, not tonight. Tonight was a night for celebration, the Water Festival. Tonight, people celebrated the lakes and the oceans, and the Pokémon in them, through song, story, dance, and, of course, seafood.
But Misty was not interested in the revelry tonight. There were men to be dealt with. As fireworks exploded into the air, flashing, red, green, blue, orange, yellow, sparking in the air, Misty poked her head out from behind a warehouse at a large scarlet truck that was sitting in the lot. It was difficult, but the dull city lights made sight here possible. Underneath her Goldeen mask, she watched as uniformed men, all wearing black with a large red 'R' across the chest, and a black beret, exited the vehicle, looking around for potential spies. Seeing nothing and missing everything, they moved to the back, opening the rear door. Boxes upon boxes, crates upon crates, all stamped with the same large crimson 'R' also emblazoned on their chests..
Misty reached for her Starmie's ball, thinking to end this now. Then, she noticed the guns holstered at their hips, and still others brandishing their Uzis. She stepped back further, concocting her plan.
She chose a Poké Ball tenderly, giving it a soft kiss, and opened it, bringing out her shining white Seel as quietly as possible.
“Seel, stir up a mist. I'm going in,” she whispered, looking back the Rockets unloading supplies. The Seel nodded, opening its mouth and exhaling rapidly. A fine mist began to appear in the air, creeping towards the Rockets. They noticed, pointing their guns at the corner.
“Who's there!?” demanded one Rocket, a gaunt man, near the front. He rattled his Uzi, cautiously stepping forward as the icy mist engulfed them.
The mist was totally enveloping them. Misty walked forward, Goldeen mask tied on tight. Not that it mattered. All they could see was her slim outline.
“You there, woman! What did you see? Who are you!?” he asked , afraid and angry. The Rocket's grouped together to encircle her, guns raised.
She raised her lowered head, giggling. They grunted, some taking a step or two back cautiously. She continued to giggle, then laughed, icily.
“Kasumi.”
She moved with lightning speed and precision, slamming her Poké Ball to the ground. Out popped Starmie, spinning again. Before the Rockets could even react, Starmie had attacked. As Starmie came back from its boomerang maneuver, Misty grinned. She watch them panic as they realized that their gun barrels had been sliced clean off by the spin.
The Rockets panicked. Some older, more experienced members went for their Pokémon, but the majority were cowards. They had heard the rumors of the mist spirit Kasumiand were not eager to stay.
“D-Don't move! We still have you surrounded,” threatened one of the remaining grunts.
Misty did not reply to this. Nor did she move.
“On your knees. Hands on your head. Now,” ordered a Rocket who had earlier been quiet, now gaining confidence. Several of them released Pokémon from their Rocket Balls, a tawny Raticate and a purple Arbok, Weezing, and not too few Machop and Meowth. Baring their respective fangs and fists, they closed in on the figure, who had dropped as ordered. Inches away, one of the grunts made a grab for her, and found...
A Poliwag, the hypnotic dizzy dial on its stomach turning. An illusion!
The sound of engines revving caused them all to turn. The truck had been started and the doors closed.
The mist began to clear, Seel back in its Poké Ball. The Poliwag slapped its captor with its tails, forcing him to release it. The Rockets were absolutely livid.
“Oh boys...don't come around my town again. I might do more than spank ya,” she taunted in a singsong voice. With that, Poliwag opened its mouth and sprayed a hard jet of water at the Rockets, knocking them down, dizzy with rage and confusion.
She slammed on the gas, sending the vehicle flying down the road. Streetlights blurred into a single line of light as she sped, everything else a dark flash. She lifted her mask and looked back at the Rockets, who were regrouping quickly, and blew them a teasing kiss, since she was too far away now for them make out her face.
Misty opened the left door as she neared the lake, looking around for civilians. As the truck tilted into the lake, she jumped, landing hard on the ground, absorbing the shock with a tumbling roll. The truck splashed in behind her, sinking with its cargo, and then exploded, spraying her with the lakewater. The Rockets' own bomb, too, had worked. She grinned, about to celebrate, when she noticed the Rockets and their Pokémon chasing after her. She flipped the Goldeen mask back over her face, feet pounding the ground as she fled for her life.
They chased her around a street corner, eager to punish the girl who had ruined their plans. Or rather, the boss's plans.
I'm a swimmer, not a cross country runner! she thought, chest heaving with deep breaths. I never expected a Rocket to be so fit! I may be a gym leader, but that's way too many to take on at once. If I don't find a place to hide, I'm dead.
Then, it struck her. The festival! She skidded around the next corner and saw the festivities ahead, diving into the crowd. The Rockets stopped, angry as wild Tauros.
They know the Cerulean Police are guarding this event. There's no way they'll follow me here.
She watched nervously through a gap in the crowd as they turned the corner and saw the crowd. They stared , furious, but realized that they could not win this fight. She has escaped. For now.
Leaving...she realized going back where they would go to even more cities and spread, committing more crimes, and killing more people.
Kasumi would have to leave, for now. This was too dangerous. She was risking her life every other night for cheap thrills...
And for the city she thought, smiling as a young girl played with her brother, wearing festive Magikarp masks.
But I need to be...less selfish. There are people in other cities I can help. People who need me.
Sighing, she weaved through the crowd, thinking of leaving, nice though the festival was. There was beautiful music, festive dancing, colorful lights, and plenty of entertainment. Multiple people marched in a giant Gyarados dragon train, passing her by. She stopped in front of it, tapping her foot impatiently.
As the train passed, she saw a boy on a bench in front of her. He wore a red and white over a black shirt and jeans, a cap pulled over his head. His face was dark and lined with sorrow. A Pikachu sat on his shoulder, pushing at his face, trying to cheer him.
I'll start with one person.
“Hey, you,” she said to him through her mask, offering a hand, “Want to dance?”
Yo Scampy, my sis is working on an entry for this thing too. If she posts it here, it would be under my IP Address, just so you know it's my sis and not me. Also we won't vote for each other.
Just thought I'd let ya know.
Just thought I'd let ya know.
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