The Jewel of Life
A Gift From Arceus
Hello there. I vanished from Serebii for a while... but I'm back now and ready for some fanfiction action!
However, I have a few notices.
I'm sure all of you have heard people ask you to not just say that their fanfic was great, but tell them why it was great. Do that for me too. I love criticism, and I most certainly wont get mad if you bash by fic as long as you tell me why it is bad and avoid being too harsh.
Okay then. This is a journey fic. I probably just lost about half of my potential readers there, but don't worry, for two reasons. Number one- I'm doing this as practice for using a cliche plot in a totally not cliche way, if that makes any sense. My second reason is that this has a huge twist to it. However, if you want to find out what that twist is, then read the first chapter. Or just skip to the last line. That works to.
The early summer sun had always felt nice on Isabella’s head, but not as nice as it did today- the last day of school. Breathing a sigh of relief, the pale-skinned girl walked back home after a day that had seemed almost endless. She was more than ready for summer to begin. But this wasn’t the beginning of just any summer- it was the beginning of her thirteenth summer. Isabella’s parents had given her a pokemon when she was ten, but hadn’t let her take it out on an adventure. Today, she would finally begin.
Thinking about this made Isabella all the more excited, and so happily she skipped through her small hometown of Cherrygrove. In her bliss, Isabella seemed not to notice the two boys chatting in front of her. When she finally realized, Isabella bumped into the short blond-haired boy who proceeded to bump into his far taller redhead friend.
“Aww, Bella, do you have to be so clumsy? Finally we’re thirteen and all of our parents are letting us take our pokemon all around the region. Don’t ruin it.” The taller of the two boys, having finished his statement, was now eyeing Isabella with a smirk.
“For the love of all that is right, are you EVER going to stop calling me ‘Bella?’ I’ve told you hundreds of times, my name is Izzy.”
This time it was the blonde who spoke in his astonishingly deep voice. “Uhhh… so Izzy, are you coming with us on our big journey-adventure thing or what?”
“Huh? What was that Carlos? Oh right… the journey. Well no duh I’m coming! Or at least, I will as long as Ace over here calls me Izzy instead of Bella.” Isabella spoke the last word in an obnoxious and ‘bratty’ voice, emphasizing her hatred of this nickname.
“Whatever, Izzy then,” murmured Ace. “Just go get your pokemon and meet us at the north exit to the town. We should start there; I see no point in going to the four houses that some retards call ‘Newbark Town.’”
“’Kay, I’ll make it quick. See you guys soon.”
Now Isabella was able to continue along the small dirt road that led up to her humble house. Completely ignoring the dirt collecting on her dark jeans and the locks of black hair, long and curled, which fell across her face, Isabella sprinted in the door to her tiny home and rushed on up the stairs to the bedroom she shared with her four-year-old sister. Immediately after entering Isabella flopped down onto the bed that belonged to her to catch some breath before she had to grab her pokemon and head out with Ace and Carlos. But the peace was short-lived; within a few seconds Isabella’s mother appeared in the doorway.
“Someone seems excited to be heading out with her pokemon.”
“Hell yeah!”
“Isabella! Don’t use that kind of language in this household!” In response to this, Isabella rolled her eyes cynically. Her mother noticed. “Ah, you remind me so much of myself. That is why I want you to have this.”
Now Isabella was curious. The black haired girl gazed intently at her mom’s hands as they pulled out a green backpack- the same shade as Isabella’s t-shirt –that appeared to be already full.
“Wow mom… thanks.”
“Oh, this old backpack isn’t all; I already filled it with a couple extra outfits, some crackers, a water bottle, and of course some money. I also put in your pokedex and pokegear. Finally, I found a few extra pokeballs from when I was a trainer and slipped them in there.”
“Really? All that! Thank you so much Mom! I’ll be sure to be careful and all that on my journey and stuff! Oh yeah, and I will also come back home to see you sometimes, mmm kay?”
“Of course my little flower, now go out there and get them!”
Satisfied with what she had done for her daughter, Isabella’s mother walked out, showing just a hint of reluctance as she passed through the door. Isabella herself was putting on her hand-me-down backpack with a big grin on her face and an excited aura about her. Finally she could travel the region with her pokemon.
That’s right, her pokemon. In her haste, Isabella was very close to leaving without him. Rolling her eyes, Isabella walked up to her cabinet and grabbed a red and white sphere off of it, only to place said sphere on her belt in a specially designed holder. But the sphere, which was called a pokeball, seemed awfully light. Zeke must have snuck out.
“Zeke? Where did you go buddy? It’s time that we got going- there is an adventure to begin and my friends are already waiting with their partners.”
A small cry was heard from under the bed, and ‘Zeke’ pushed his head out to gaze at his trainer. Confused for just a second, the fox-like pokemon flicked his black ears and examined Isabella with harsh blue eyes. Those eyes lit up when he realized what his trainer had meant and, overflowing with happiness, the dark creature leapt up onto his trainer’s shoulder, tapping her lightly with his tiny red feet.
“Zor zorua!”
“Alright, dude, let’s get on the road!”
Isabella patted her zorua on the head, messing up the flame like tuft of fur a little bit in the process, and walked out of her bedroom. From there she stepped a little faster down the stairs and out the front door, looking back once just to savor the last sight of her home before the big journey.
A few glances around and Isabella spotted her friends on the outskirts of town, obviously losing their patience. Not wanting them to wait any longer, Isabella jogged up to them, wincing a little when Zeke gripped her shoulder hard to keep his balance.
“Okay guys, I’m here! That means we’re all ready to go. So… are we gonna go or what.”
Ace glared at Isabella and she almost laughed at the scene of his chickorita glaring in the same way. Carlos was less bothered by her lateness and was simply patting his mareep who was giving off small sparks in her pleasure.
“Okay then, Bella, thanks for keeping us waiting. Lets go- onward to Violet city.”
“It’s Violet town you dip. By the way, my name is Izzy, not Bella. Get it right.”
“Seriously you guys, don’t spoil the fun of the adventure by arguing. Come
on mareep, let’s get started.”
“Eeep! Mareeep.”
“There, see you two? Be enthusiastic like Bo Peep, okay?”
“Fine.”
“All right.”
With this agreement, the trio stepped out of the town that they had all grew up in and onto a new and unfamiliar route filled with trees, grass, and hordes of pokemon. A flock of pidgey flew by overhead while a sentret who had been running along the side of the road stood on its tail and watched the trainers pass by. Occasionally, a ratatta would dart across the path and into the undergrowth beyond. However, the surplus of pokemon didn’t spark much interest in the trainers; sentret pidgey and ratatta were weak, common pokemon that were not very impressive in battle. As such, this first day of adventure passed with little conversation and almost no excitement.
All too soon, the last rays of sunlight were fading from the sky and Isabella, Ace, and Carlos decided that it was time to make camp. Although none of them had even tried to battle or capture a pokemon, the group had covered a decent distance and they were all proud of having got this far. With the three of them and their pokemon all working together, the trainers managed to build a camp. In the center was a campfire that Carlos’s mareep had lit with some sparks, and near the campfire was the sleeping bag that belonged to Carlos himself. Ace had brought with him two hammocks, and so he gave one to Isabella to put up in a tree and sleep in. But the dark hour before bedtime was the perfect time to talk around the campfire.
“So… Izzy, Carlos, what do you think we should do once we get to Violet ci- sorry, town?”
“Hey! You called Izzy, uh, Izzy! How nice of you. More to the point though, I want to become the greatest contest coordinator the world has ever seen. People will be amazed by the beautiful attacks of my even more stunning pokemon. Oh, and my pokemon will be strong too, so they can easily win the battles that also take place in contests.”
“Nice. Making pokemon look pretty may be fine for you, but I want to make them uber powerful fighting machines. That’s right; I am going to take on the gym challenge. One day I, Ace, will be the most powerful trainer in the world! Yeah, I’ll not only beat the champion of Johto, but of every other region too. No one will be able to stop me. Heck, I may even capture a legendary because I will be just that strong.”
“Those are some lofty goals Ace… So then, what about you Izzy?”
“Hmmm, well contests seem kind of fun, and gym battles provide an awesome challenge and I would have a great rival in Ace, but I feel I have a different calling then you two.”
“Oh, and what might that be Be- Izzy?”
“Oooh, I know! Do you want to be a pokemon breeder?”
“Or a famous dragon tamer?”
“Or a park ranger who helps the environment?”
“Or a member of the sinister team rocket who steals innocent children’s pokemon and exploits them for evil purposes and destroys all of Johto.”
“Come on Ace, be serious! But anyway, no. I don’t want to be any of those.”
“All right then,” said Carlos in a matter-of-fact kind of way. “Tell us. What will you be?”
“I don’t know what you guys will think of this, but I’d like nothing better than to train the greatest medalist team there ever was!”
“Medalist?”
“Right on Ace, the best medalist team ever. I’ve got the spirit, so let’s…
POKEATHALON!”
To Be Continued...
However, I have a few notices.
I'm sure all of you have heard people ask you to not just say that their fanfic was great, but tell them why it was great. Do that for me too. I love criticism, and I most certainly wont get mad if you bash by fic as long as you tell me why it is bad and avoid being too harsh.
Okay then. This is a journey fic. I probably just lost about half of my potential readers there, but don't worry, for two reasons. Number one- I'm doing this as practice for using a cliche plot in a totally not cliche way, if that makes any sense. My second reason is that this has a huge twist to it. However, if you want to find out what that twist is, then read the first chapter. Or just skip to the last line. That works to.
~Chapter I: School Out, Adventure In~
The early summer sun had always felt nice on Isabella’s head, but not as nice as it did today- the last day of school. Breathing a sigh of relief, the pale-skinned girl walked back home after a day that had seemed almost endless. She was more than ready for summer to begin. But this wasn’t the beginning of just any summer- it was the beginning of her thirteenth summer. Isabella’s parents had given her a pokemon when she was ten, but hadn’t let her take it out on an adventure. Today, she would finally begin.
Thinking about this made Isabella all the more excited, and so happily she skipped through her small hometown of Cherrygrove. In her bliss, Isabella seemed not to notice the two boys chatting in front of her. When she finally realized, Isabella bumped into the short blond-haired boy who proceeded to bump into his far taller redhead friend.
“Aww, Bella, do you have to be so clumsy? Finally we’re thirteen and all of our parents are letting us take our pokemon all around the region. Don’t ruin it.” The taller of the two boys, having finished his statement, was now eyeing Isabella with a smirk.
“For the love of all that is right, are you EVER going to stop calling me ‘Bella?’ I’ve told you hundreds of times, my name is Izzy.”
This time it was the blonde who spoke in his astonishingly deep voice. “Uhhh… so Izzy, are you coming with us on our big journey-adventure thing or what?”
“Huh? What was that Carlos? Oh right… the journey. Well no duh I’m coming! Or at least, I will as long as Ace over here calls me Izzy instead of Bella.” Isabella spoke the last word in an obnoxious and ‘bratty’ voice, emphasizing her hatred of this nickname.
“Whatever, Izzy then,” murmured Ace. “Just go get your pokemon and meet us at the north exit to the town. We should start there; I see no point in going to the four houses that some retards call ‘Newbark Town.’”
“’Kay, I’ll make it quick. See you guys soon.”
Now Isabella was able to continue along the small dirt road that led up to her humble house. Completely ignoring the dirt collecting on her dark jeans and the locks of black hair, long and curled, which fell across her face, Isabella sprinted in the door to her tiny home and rushed on up the stairs to the bedroom she shared with her four-year-old sister. Immediately after entering Isabella flopped down onto the bed that belonged to her to catch some breath before she had to grab her pokemon and head out with Ace and Carlos. But the peace was short-lived; within a few seconds Isabella’s mother appeared in the doorway.
“Someone seems excited to be heading out with her pokemon.”
“Hell yeah!”
“Isabella! Don’t use that kind of language in this household!” In response to this, Isabella rolled her eyes cynically. Her mother noticed. “Ah, you remind me so much of myself. That is why I want you to have this.”
Now Isabella was curious. The black haired girl gazed intently at her mom’s hands as they pulled out a green backpack- the same shade as Isabella’s t-shirt –that appeared to be already full.
“Wow mom… thanks.”
“Oh, this old backpack isn’t all; I already filled it with a couple extra outfits, some crackers, a water bottle, and of course some money. I also put in your pokedex and pokegear. Finally, I found a few extra pokeballs from when I was a trainer and slipped them in there.”
“Really? All that! Thank you so much Mom! I’ll be sure to be careful and all that on my journey and stuff! Oh yeah, and I will also come back home to see you sometimes, mmm kay?”
“Of course my little flower, now go out there and get them!”
Satisfied with what she had done for her daughter, Isabella’s mother walked out, showing just a hint of reluctance as she passed through the door. Isabella herself was putting on her hand-me-down backpack with a big grin on her face and an excited aura about her. Finally she could travel the region with her pokemon.
That’s right, her pokemon. In her haste, Isabella was very close to leaving without him. Rolling her eyes, Isabella walked up to her cabinet and grabbed a red and white sphere off of it, only to place said sphere on her belt in a specially designed holder. But the sphere, which was called a pokeball, seemed awfully light. Zeke must have snuck out.
“Zeke? Where did you go buddy? It’s time that we got going- there is an adventure to begin and my friends are already waiting with their partners.”
A small cry was heard from under the bed, and ‘Zeke’ pushed his head out to gaze at his trainer. Confused for just a second, the fox-like pokemon flicked his black ears and examined Isabella with harsh blue eyes. Those eyes lit up when he realized what his trainer had meant and, overflowing with happiness, the dark creature leapt up onto his trainer’s shoulder, tapping her lightly with his tiny red feet.
“Zor zorua!”
“Alright, dude, let’s get on the road!”
Isabella patted her zorua on the head, messing up the flame like tuft of fur a little bit in the process, and walked out of her bedroom. From there she stepped a little faster down the stairs and out the front door, looking back once just to savor the last sight of her home before the big journey.
A few glances around and Isabella spotted her friends on the outskirts of town, obviously losing their patience. Not wanting them to wait any longer, Isabella jogged up to them, wincing a little when Zeke gripped her shoulder hard to keep his balance.
“Okay guys, I’m here! That means we’re all ready to go. So… are we gonna go or what.”
Ace glared at Isabella and she almost laughed at the scene of his chickorita glaring in the same way. Carlos was less bothered by her lateness and was simply patting his mareep who was giving off small sparks in her pleasure.
“Okay then, Bella, thanks for keeping us waiting. Lets go- onward to Violet city.”
“It’s Violet town you dip. By the way, my name is Izzy, not Bella. Get it right.”
“Seriously you guys, don’t spoil the fun of the adventure by arguing. Come
on mareep, let’s get started.”
“Eeep! Mareeep.”
“There, see you two? Be enthusiastic like Bo Peep, okay?”
“Fine.”
“All right.”
With this agreement, the trio stepped out of the town that they had all grew up in and onto a new and unfamiliar route filled with trees, grass, and hordes of pokemon. A flock of pidgey flew by overhead while a sentret who had been running along the side of the road stood on its tail and watched the trainers pass by. Occasionally, a ratatta would dart across the path and into the undergrowth beyond. However, the surplus of pokemon didn’t spark much interest in the trainers; sentret pidgey and ratatta were weak, common pokemon that were not very impressive in battle. As such, this first day of adventure passed with little conversation and almost no excitement.
All too soon, the last rays of sunlight were fading from the sky and Isabella, Ace, and Carlos decided that it was time to make camp. Although none of them had even tried to battle or capture a pokemon, the group had covered a decent distance and they were all proud of having got this far. With the three of them and their pokemon all working together, the trainers managed to build a camp. In the center was a campfire that Carlos’s mareep had lit with some sparks, and near the campfire was the sleeping bag that belonged to Carlos himself. Ace had brought with him two hammocks, and so he gave one to Isabella to put up in a tree and sleep in. But the dark hour before bedtime was the perfect time to talk around the campfire.
“So… Izzy, Carlos, what do you think we should do once we get to Violet ci- sorry, town?”
“Hey! You called Izzy, uh, Izzy! How nice of you. More to the point though, I want to become the greatest contest coordinator the world has ever seen. People will be amazed by the beautiful attacks of my even more stunning pokemon. Oh, and my pokemon will be strong too, so they can easily win the battles that also take place in contests.”
“Nice. Making pokemon look pretty may be fine for you, but I want to make them uber powerful fighting machines. That’s right; I am going to take on the gym challenge. One day I, Ace, will be the most powerful trainer in the world! Yeah, I’ll not only beat the champion of Johto, but of every other region too. No one will be able to stop me. Heck, I may even capture a legendary because I will be just that strong.”
“Those are some lofty goals Ace… So then, what about you Izzy?”
“Hmmm, well contests seem kind of fun, and gym battles provide an awesome challenge and I would have a great rival in Ace, but I feel I have a different calling then you two.”
“Oh, and what might that be Be- Izzy?”
“Oooh, I know! Do you want to be a pokemon breeder?”
“Or a famous dragon tamer?”
“Or a park ranger who helps the environment?”
“Or a member of the sinister team rocket who steals innocent children’s pokemon and exploits them for evil purposes and destroys all of Johto.”
“Come on Ace, be serious! But anyway, no. I don’t want to be any of those.”
“All right then,” said Carlos in a matter-of-fact kind of way. “Tell us. What will you be?”
“I don’t know what you guys will think of this, but I’d like nothing better than to train the greatest medalist team there ever was!”
“Medalist?”
“Right on Ace, the best medalist team ever. I’ve got the spirit, so let’s…
POKEATHALON!”
To Be Continued...
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