Hoenn's Downfall: Rated PG-13 for Language and Violence
Well, here's my first fic. Please review constructively and follow the other rules blah blah blah blah.
Please note that although there is only one swear in the first chapter, and no violence either, because I guarentee you, there will be.
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HOENN'S DOWNFALL
~*Prologue*~
Chapter 1: A Small Problem
Well, the spacing is a little screwed up. Sorry!
~nightcat ;197;
Well, here's my first fic. Please review constructively and follow the other rules blah blah blah blah.
Please note that although there is only one swear in the first chapter, and no violence either, because I guarentee you, there will be.
>)HOENN'S DOWNFALL
~*Prologue*~
Once, back before everything we know now was even thought of, there existed a terrible ruler. He purged the land of all people who opposed him, and no army could stand up to his terrible militia of killing monsters. The chaos and torture lasted for a century. Then a brave sorcerer cast a spell, with the help of some of his friends, that would seal this horrible dictator forever away, and bring a system of fair, even government to the world. The spell cost the sorcerer and some of his companions their lives. Thus came the pokémon. They were based on the evil rulers monsters, but more peaceful, friendly, and helpful to people.
The pokémon established people as leaders and let the people use them for friendly, non-deadly battles, which was possible because of the power of the spell that had started it all. Pokémon did have great power, however, and wouldn't like it if people turned on them or didn't use them as friends and companions, but as machines. The pokémon also elevated certain unique and powerful pokémon to higher ranks, which through the twist of folk lore and fables, became known as "Legendaries." The peace and prosperity lasted two millennia. Then when a new region called Hoenn was found, settled, and populated, it became even more successful, as it did with every new place discovered. Our story begins as a curious young boy, Zethyl, sets out on his pokémon journey.
Chapter 1: A Small Problem
Zethyl woke up groggily and quickly got dressed. He said good-bye to his parents, and set out into his home town, Rustboro City. He made a beeline to the house where a visiting pokémon professor was giving away pokémon to young aspiring children ready to start their pokémon adventures; there were limited pokémon, and Zethyl wanted to be one of the first ones there so he could have the best choice. As it turned out, a huge caravan of farming supplies, along with some security guards, blocked his path several times, making him more and more late.
"Damn!" he swore under his breath each time he was stopped in his tracks by the slow moving vehicles. He had always hated all the security measures that were set down; he knew that the number of reports concerning pokémon turning on trainers was growing, and the gravity of the situation was worsening, but he still despised them. When he finally got to the professors rented house, most of the children had already departed. On top of that, he had to wait in a line with the remaining youths. After about 15 minutes, he was, at last, given a choice of pokémon.
"Took long enough..." he muttered quietly. He was given a choice of three pokémon, or as they were being called, "starters." They were Pikachu, Bulbasaur, and Zubat. Right away he discounted Zubat; he hated bats. He thought about bulbasaur, but then refused it when he saw the bulb on its back, which he thought looked stupid. He then considered Pikachu for an extended amount of time, but eventually he turned it down. He had heard stories from many a person who had raised one that even when you evolved it with a mystical thunder stone, it still wasn't very powerful, and Zethyl wanted anything but pokémon that weren't super powerful. He began telling the professor about his thoughts on the starters he had been presented with, but before he could finish something half-hidden under the blanket that was covering the basket in which the professor had originally carried the pokémon in caught his eye, and low and behold it was one more shiny, red and white sphere used for holding pokémon.
"What's in there?" he asked, pointing at the ball. The professor looked surprised for a moment, then retained his usual calm demeanor.
"Why, good eye, son! That is another pokémon that I was planning to give away, but though better of it after I had left my home."
"Why did you decide not to give it away?" asked Zethyl, curious.
"Well, inside that pokéball that you see, there is a pokémon called Larvitar."
"What is so bad about it?"
"It," said the professor "evolves into an extremely powerful pokémon called Tyranitar. Tyranitar is so strong, it can topple mountains just to make its nest." Zethyls eyes grew wide as he heard the description of what sounded to him like the perfect pokémon. "It also has a very defensive and territorial attitude, and would probably accidentally kill or hurt an inexperienced trainer, because of its size and strength," the professor said.
"That is why I thought better of giving it to trainers that were only starting out," he explained.
"May I use Larvitar?" Zethyl asked, trying to hide his extreme eagerness.
"That depends." the professor said quietly. "Are you able to handle things of great power responsibly?"
"Yes!" said Zethyl.
"Do you swear not to treat this pokémon as a fighting machine, but as a living, breathing creature, and to be its true friend?"
"Yes, yes!" Zethyl said, although he may not have actually considered it, with his extreme desire to have this pokémon.
"Then it shall be done." said the professor, suddenly solemn. Zethyl was overjoyed, to the point of ecstasy. He barely managed to stutter, "Thank you! So, so much!" before he ran as fast as he could back home, to give his mother and father the news and the reason why he had taken so long. However, once again, he was blocked by several cumbersome caravans carrying pokéwheaties, a treat trainers were to give their pokémon to improve their strength and endurance. Zethyl mentally noted that he should buy some pokéwheaties once he got the money.
He was still highly annoyed about what he thought were "stupid, worthless" caravans, but he didn't feel it so much, because of his awe at his new pokémon. At the last crossroads before his house, he decided to take his new pokémon out of its ball just for a few minutes to see what it looked like and to pass the time. After he released it from its spherical home, he immediately noted how heavy it was, and how hard its skin was. "Its skin is like rock!" he thought. He loved how it was only about two feet tall, but looked powerful, felt powerful, and somehow gave off an aura of great inner strength that Zethyl could strongly feel.
As he waited with it sitting on his two hands (they were the only parts of his body strong enough to hold it up, and even then he struggled.), several passersby gazed at it with amazed faces. Zethyl smirked slightly. He loved being the center of attention. Then, out of the blue, it bit him! He howled in pain as hot blood ran down his left arm. After he tore off a piece of his shirt to wrap around the wound and stopped the bleeding, he examined the hurt skin. It had two half-centimeter deep gashes in it, side by side. He resolved that we would try to heed the professors words, and keep it happy so he wouldn't get hurt. He ran the rest of the way home.
When he showed his parents his new pokémon, they congratulated him, and told him that he would do well as a trainer with such a strong friend with him. When he showed them his arm injury, they gasped and started franticly asking questions like,
"Is it okay?" "Maybe we should take you to the doctor!" and other inquiries worried parents ask their offspring. When he finally got time to put an oar in, he said,
"I'm okay. Larvitar did this to me, quite unexpectedly. But I then decided that I would use the professors advice, and try to keep him happy so I won't get bitten again, or worse, once he evolves and gets more powerful. The family then hugged and kissed for a good amount of time. His mother hugged him and said,
"Oh, I can't believe you are actually starting your pokémon journey!" Then with one last wave good-bye, Zethyl departed down the road that led to Route 115, where he had heard of some good trainers that weren't too strong were waiting, and an interesting cave that was supposed to have some rare pokémon it it.
Well, the spacing is a little screwed up. Sorry!
~nightcat ;197;
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