This is the sequel to "Watchers of Raikou", my first original trainer story which I wrote a few years back. I had the idea for this fic a long time ago, but after a while I decided to change the direction of it. Though this is a self-contained story, I do recommend reading the prequel to get familiar with some returning characters, though this is not required; I'm challenging myself to make it a completely self-contained story in its own right. Both canon (game) and original characters appear in this story, with some canon characters appearing from the original and therefore having some history with some of the original characters from that fic.
Chapter List:
Prologue: The Calm Before the Storm
Chapter 1: The Boy
Chapter 2: Questions Unanswered
Chapter 3: Thoughts Which Linger
Chapter 4: Nowhere to Hide
Chapter 5: The Nightmare Returns
PM List:
Divinity_123
To avoid any potential plagiarism accusations, I'll note that I am also uploading this to Fanfiction.net as well under my name there (Gazmof).
To sum it up quickly, this is an original trainer story with lots of action and adventure. A mysterious young man is found washed up on the shore near Sunyshore City, and when a mysterious cult begins to hound him he must confront his past and atone for his sins in order to stop their insane plans for the world. The story takes place in the Sinnoh region.
Also, I will warn you that updates may be sporadic, so if you like the story I encourage you to ask to be put on a PM list so you will be kept up-to-date with it. So without further ado, here is the prologue!
Several months ago the balance of power in the Johto region faced a dramatic shift as multiple parties fought for control of the world's most powerful Pokemon. A tremendous battle was waged atop the fierce, snowy peak of Mount Silver, and it was here that the Pokemon were finally freed and able to return to their everyday lives, spoken of as myth by the unsuspecting people of the world.
But despite such fierce combat, there are always those who believe that they can control powers beyond their grasp...
It was a typically pleasant summer's morning on the small village just west of the Whirl Islands in the Johto region. The sky was as blue as the purest mountain lake in winter and a gentle breeze ruffled the vivid green leaves in the trees of the small farming community, disturbing a large, navy-blue Pokemon from its thoughts.
If one were to judge the creature from its appearance it would probably be described as 'fierce' and 'menacing', amongst numerous other adjectives of a similar nature. Its deep, navy body possessed a metallic sheen and its humanoid exoskeleton was full of large, sharp outcroppings of tempered steel. Its hands were little more than large pincers, and on either side of these formidable weapons were patterns which looked strikingly similar to the eyes of a predatory insect leaning in for the kill, whilst on the back of its body were two small, curved wings of steel, presumably more suited for display purposes than any serious, long-distance flying.
The creature opened its eyes as the breeze rushed past it with surprising intensity, its mind contemplating numerous reasons for such a strange and unsettling wind. It was blowing from the north, across the ocean and away from the looming presence of a large, ominous mountain which formed the centre of a large and rocky region of a similar scale to that of the Pokemon's home of Johto. Though this large island was many miles away, the Pokemon could sense its presence very clearly as slowly the rustling of the leaves settled down and the usual sound of ocean waves gently lapping against the village's shores replaced it.
"A storm is coming..." the Pokemon mused, closing its eyes and returning to its daily bout of meditation.
"Great job, Medicham!" a young girl cheered, pumping her fist in the air excitedly as she watched her Pokemon continue to battle as best it could. "Now follow up with a Fire Punch!"
The girl's Pokemon took a deep breath before spinning around its opponent and launching its fist into the creature's stomach. Flames ignited upon the attack's contact, scorching the small, brown humanoid creature which was spinning on its pointed head like an enormous spinning top. The enemy was sent flying across the ground, kicking up glittering white sand as it tumbled over itself and eventually came to a halt.
"Top..." the Pokemon winced, meekly attempting to get onto its feet, only to collapse from exhaustion.
"Cham..." the victor gave a sigh of relief before relaxing its stance and looking over toward its trainer. At full height the creature stood over four feet tall and possessed a thin, white torso and arms, whilst its legs and the upper regions of its forehead were coloured pink.
"Alright!" its trainer yelled, running over and wrapping her arms around the creature. "You're the best, Medicham!"
The girl was quite young, looking to be only around sixteen years of age. She had pale skin and jet-black hair which was neatly tied back into one long, plaited ponytail that ran down her back. Her eyes were the colour of chestnut, and her face was soft, exuding an aura of innocence and charm. She wore a pure-white dress shirt which was unbuttoned at the cuffs and a pair of old, light-blue jeans which were torn and tattered from many hours of use in her father's dojo, sparring with her Pokemon. She quickly returned her Pokemon to its Pokeball and turned to face her younger rival, who sighed as she reluctantly did the same.
"Hitmontop, return..." the young girl groaned, causing a beam of red light to engulf her Pokemon and absorb it into a red-and-white sphere in her hand. "You win, Maylin..."
"Aww, don't be so hard on yourself, Zu." Maylin chuckled, unable to wipe the smile of satisfaction from her face as she offered her condolences. "You almost had me!"
"And Hitmontop was almost ready to launch a really powerful attack..." the young girl sighed once again. "I'll get you next time!"
Zu looked very similar to Maylin, save for her obvious age difference - her skin tone was identical and her eyes shone with that same brilliance, though they were blue instead of brown and her hair was a rich, golden blonde that was thick and full of vibrancy as it cascaded down her back, tied up by a single band which allowed it to flow much more freely than the older girl's ponytail.
Her clothes were flamboyant and elegant - she wore a flowing white dress which looked more suited to being in a ballroom than on a sandy beach. At only eight years old, Zu was very young for a Pokemon trainer and despite her youthful exuberance Maylin could testify that she was more than a match for most.
"Well, since you lost," Maylin began, closing her eyes as she ran her fingers through her hair, suddenly becoming aware of the unrelenting sun that had been beating down on the two of them for quite some time, "that means it's your turn to polish the dojo floor."
Maylin paused for a moment, expecting a snide remark or a witty comeback of some kind, though it never came. Puzzled, she opened her eyes, only to find that her young companion was nowhere to be seen.
"Zu?" she called nervously. "Where'd you go?"
"Hey, Maylin!" came the young girl's voice from towards the shoreline. "Come and take a look at this!"
Maylin groaned and headed over towards where the girl was kneeling in the wet sand, assuming that this was yet another ploy to wriggle out of her chores. She was quite surprised, then, when she wandered over and discovered the unconscious form of a bruised and bloodied boy who appeared to be only a few years older than herself lying in one of the shallow, rocky outcroppings which littered the southern beach just west of Sunyshore city. Gasping in shock, she immediately got onto her knees and sat down beside Zu, who had begun poking the boy's cheek with a long stick she had found.
"Hey, knock it off!" Maylin yelled, quickly snatching the stick from Zu's hands and casting it to the side. "Is he still alive?"
"Eh, he's breathing. But look - his skin's all red." Zu replied calmly. "Maybe he's a monster! You think I should catch him in a Pokeball?"
"Don't be stupid, Zu." Maylin answered curtly, her gaze remaining focused on the boy.
She hadn't thought much about it, but now that Zu had mentioned it it was almost impossible not to notice - his skin was a very unusual colour, a reddish tint that was almost alien in appearance. The sun was intense in this part of the Sinnoh region, but he didn't seem sunburnt.
"That's so weird..." she whispered, looking him up and down.
The boy had numerous cuts and bruises all over his skin and his hair almost matched his skin tone, though it was a much more intense, fiery red. He wore a tattered black shirt and matching pants which had slowly faded into a washed-out grey, presumably because of long-term exposure to the ocean water. Though he was breathing, his intake seemed to be minimal as his chest rose up and down only slightly.
"We'd better take him to father." Maylin suggested finally, her eyes trailing to the boy's side where what appeared to be a short and severely rusted lance was strapped to his clothes. She eyed the weapon curiously for a moment, then got to her feet and grabbed the boy's legs. "Come on, help me move him."
Feedback is very welcome and appreciated!
Chapter List:
Prologue: The Calm Before the Storm
Chapter 1: The Boy
Chapter 2: Questions Unanswered
Chapter 3: Thoughts Which Linger
Chapter 4: Nowhere to Hide
Chapter 5: The Nightmare Returns
PM List:
Divinity_123
To avoid any potential plagiarism accusations, I'll note that I am also uploading this to Fanfiction.net as well under my name there (Gazmof).
To sum it up quickly, this is an original trainer story with lots of action and adventure. A mysterious young man is found washed up on the shore near Sunyshore City, and when a mysterious cult begins to hound him he must confront his past and atone for his sins in order to stop their insane plans for the world. The story takes place in the Sinnoh region.
Also, I will warn you that updates may be sporadic, so if you like the story I encourage you to ask to be put on a PM list so you will be kept up-to-date with it. So without further ado, here is the prologue!
~Prologue:~
~The Calm Before the Storm~
~The Calm Before the Storm~
Several months ago the balance of power in the Johto region faced a dramatic shift as multiple parties fought for control of the world's most powerful Pokemon. A tremendous battle was waged atop the fierce, snowy peak of Mount Silver, and it was here that the Pokemon were finally freed and able to return to their everyday lives, spoken of as myth by the unsuspecting people of the world.
But despite such fierce combat, there are always those who believe that they can control powers beyond their grasp...
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It was a typically pleasant summer's morning on the small village just west of the Whirl Islands in the Johto region. The sky was as blue as the purest mountain lake in winter and a gentle breeze ruffled the vivid green leaves in the trees of the small farming community, disturbing a large, navy-blue Pokemon from its thoughts.
If one were to judge the creature from its appearance it would probably be described as 'fierce' and 'menacing', amongst numerous other adjectives of a similar nature. Its deep, navy body possessed a metallic sheen and its humanoid exoskeleton was full of large, sharp outcroppings of tempered steel. Its hands were little more than large pincers, and on either side of these formidable weapons were patterns which looked strikingly similar to the eyes of a predatory insect leaning in for the kill, whilst on the back of its body were two small, curved wings of steel, presumably more suited for display purposes than any serious, long-distance flying.
The creature opened its eyes as the breeze rushed past it with surprising intensity, its mind contemplating numerous reasons for such a strange and unsettling wind. It was blowing from the north, across the ocean and away from the looming presence of a large, ominous mountain which formed the centre of a large and rocky region of a similar scale to that of the Pokemon's home of Johto. Though this large island was many miles away, the Pokemon could sense its presence very clearly as slowly the rustling of the leaves settled down and the usual sound of ocean waves gently lapping against the village's shores replaced it.
"A storm is coming..." the Pokemon mused, closing its eyes and returning to its daily bout of meditation.
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"Great job, Medicham!" a young girl cheered, pumping her fist in the air excitedly as she watched her Pokemon continue to battle as best it could. "Now follow up with a Fire Punch!"
The girl's Pokemon took a deep breath before spinning around its opponent and launching its fist into the creature's stomach. Flames ignited upon the attack's contact, scorching the small, brown humanoid creature which was spinning on its pointed head like an enormous spinning top. The enemy was sent flying across the ground, kicking up glittering white sand as it tumbled over itself and eventually came to a halt.
"Top..." the Pokemon winced, meekly attempting to get onto its feet, only to collapse from exhaustion.
"Cham..." the victor gave a sigh of relief before relaxing its stance and looking over toward its trainer. At full height the creature stood over four feet tall and possessed a thin, white torso and arms, whilst its legs and the upper regions of its forehead were coloured pink.
"Alright!" its trainer yelled, running over and wrapping her arms around the creature. "You're the best, Medicham!"
The girl was quite young, looking to be only around sixteen years of age. She had pale skin and jet-black hair which was neatly tied back into one long, plaited ponytail that ran down her back. Her eyes were the colour of chestnut, and her face was soft, exuding an aura of innocence and charm. She wore a pure-white dress shirt which was unbuttoned at the cuffs and a pair of old, light-blue jeans which were torn and tattered from many hours of use in her father's dojo, sparring with her Pokemon. She quickly returned her Pokemon to its Pokeball and turned to face her younger rival, who sighed as she reluctantly did the same.
"Hitmontop, return..." the young girl groaned, causing a beam of red light to engulf her Pokemon and absorb it into a red-and-white sphere in her hand. "You win, Maylin..."
"Aww, don't be so hard on yourself, Zu." Maylin chuckled, unable to wipe the smile of satisfaction from her face as she offered her condolences. "You almost had me!"
"And Hitmontop was almost ready to launch a really powerful attack..." the young girl sighed once again. "I'll get you next time!"
Zu looked very similar to Maylin, save for her obvious age difference - her skin tone was identical and her eyes shone with that same brilliance, though they were blue instead of brown and her hair was a rich, golden blonde that was thick and full of vibrancy as it cascaded down her back, tied up by a single band which allowed it to flow much more freely than the older girl's ponytail.
Her clothes were flamboyant and elegant - she wore a flowing white dress which looked more suited to being in a ballroom than on a sandy beach. At only eight years old, Zu was very young for a Pokemon trainer and despite her youthful exuberance Maylin could testify that she was more than a match for most.
"Well, since you lost," Maylin began, closing her eyes as she ran her fingers through her hair, suddenly becoming aware of the unrelenting sun that had been beating down on the two of them for quite some time, "that means it's your turn to polish the dojo floor."
Maylin paused for a moment, expecting a snide remark or a witty comeback of some kind, though it never came. Puzzled, she opened her eyes, only to find that her young companion was nowhere to be seen.
"Zu?" she called nervously. "Where'd you go?"
"Hey, Maylin!" came the young girl's voice from towards the shoreline. "Come and take a look at this!"
Maylin groaned and headed over towards where the girl was kneeling in the wet sand, assuming that this was yet another ploy to wriggle out of her chores. She was quite surprised, then, when she wandered over and discovered the unconscious form of a bruised and bloodied boy who appeared to be only a few years older than herself lying in one of the shallow, rocky outcroppings which littered the southern beach just west of Sunyshore city. Gasping in shock, she immediately got onto her knees and sat down beside Zu, who had begun poking the boy's cheek with a long stick she had found.
"Hey, knock it off!" Maylin yelled, quickly snatching the stick from Zu's hands and casting it to the side. "Is he still alive?"
"Eh, he's breathing. But look - his skin's all red." Zu replied calmly. "Maybe he's a monster! You think I should catch him in a Pokeball?"
"Don't be stupid, Zu." Maylin answered curtly, her gaze remaining focused on the boy.
She hadn't thought much about it, but now that Zu had mentioned it it was almost impossible not to notice - his skin was a very unusual colour, a reddish tint that was almost alien in appearance. The sun was intense in this part of the Sinnoh region, but he didn't seem sunburnt.
"That's so weird..." she whispered, looking him up and down.
The boy had numerous cuts and bruises all over his skin and his hair almost matched his skin tone, though it was a much more intense, fiery red. He wore a tattered black shirt and matching pants which had slowly faded into a washed-out grey, presumably because of long-term exposure to the ocean water. Though he was breathing, his intake seemed to be minimal as his chest rose up and down only slightly.
"We'd better take him to father." Maylin suggested finally, her eyes trailing to the boy's side where what appeared to be a short and severely rusted lance was strapped to his clothes. She eyed the weapon curiously for a moment, then got to her feet and grabbed the boy's legs. "Come on, help me move him."
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Feedback is very welcome and appreciated!
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