Shrike Flamestar
Video Game Addict
UPDATE: PART 2 IS COMPLETE AND UP!
Description of Fan-Fic
Shrike Flamestar is your normal, everyday Pokemon Trainer who just happens to have a rich uncle; is quite talented at Pokemon battling; and has a knack for getting himself into nasty situations.
Take Shrike’s first day at Pokemon Battle Academy, an elite school for the best of the best located in New Bark City, Johto. After a practice battle with his roommate, Zack Spira, Shrike suddenly finds himself being saved by some mysterious guy who shortly afterwards turns out to be a Mew. Given the power to morph into any Pokemon he can touch, Shrike is suddenly thrust into the middle of a fight for survival as the evil Team Zero works on exterminating the entire Mew population as they use genetic mutation to enslave all humans and Pokemon alike who they can get their hands on.
Is Shrike truly the great Pokemon trainer he acts like? Will he fare as well when he’s fighting as a Pokemon compared to when he’s handing out orders to one? What mysteries does the mysterious Sol Tower hold that Team Zero is putting most of their efforts towards unlocking? Who is commanding Team Zero, anyways? Find out by reading Pokemon Zero!
Background Info on Author
Shrike Flamestar; known elsewhere as Zelos, Zelos689, and BladeLiger689; has been interested in Pokemon ever since it came out and he got his Blue version. He didn’t even have a Gameboy back then, but instead an SNES with the Super Gameboy adapter. He quickly became fascinated in Pokemon, and has ever since.
A few years ago, probably somewhere around five or six, Shrike read his first Pokemon fan fiction. It was called “Pokemorphs” and changed his views on Pokemon forever. Pokemorphs was a crossover between Pokemon and Animorphs (who could have guessed?) that was intended to, like the true Animorphs series, have around 50 books total. Pokemorphs died after only 14 books and three side stories. Of course, going back and looking at Pokemorphs now Shrike has realized that it was poorly written and far to ambitious.
Regardless, Pokemorphs sparked an interest in fan fiction. Over the years Shrike has tried countless times to write a fan-fic he has been happy with. Unfortunately, this proved rather difficult. Now, finally, about five years since his dream first started Shrike has realized his problem. He was either trying to extend the original Pokemorphs series, or continuously using content he did not consider good. In addition, his old keyboard rather sucked.
After Shrike bought a new keyboard, the Logitech UltraX which is the best keyboard he has ever used, Shrike decided he would try writing again, but in a whole new direction. He tossed all his old ideas and concepts out the window and completely redid everything.
Enter Pokemon Zero. The first fan-fic Shrike has ever written that he considers good enough to release online, and that is still going strong to this day.
Credit
-Pokemorphs. I would never have thought about writing fan-fics if it wasn’t for this.
-Logitech UltraX. FINALLY! A keyboard that feels RIGHT!
-B0unc3. I listen to his music a lot when I write, and have found it is very inspirational.
-David Cooper. Same as above.
IMPORTANT SOTRY RELATED INFO
-Pokemon Zero takes place approximately three decades after the anime series.
-In the anime, the Tower of Sol was never shown because the cameramen thought it would distract viewers <_<
-I am no good at reproducing sounds in writing. Excuse me if my Pokemon voices are inaccurate or just plain weird.
-I only recently started watching the anime again, so there’s quite a bit about Pokemon voices or movement I don’t know about.
-“Ky” is pronounced “Kay”
Links to Completed Parts
-Prologue (can be read below all this)
-Part 1: The Power Within, Chapters 1-5 (same as above)
-Part 2: The Buried Truth, Chapters 6-14 (Post 1, Post 2)
Individual Chapter Ratings
-Prologue (clean)
-Part 1: The Power Within (mild swearing)
-Part 2: The Buried Truth (average swearing, very mild violence)
Current Status
-Writing Part 3
-Finished with first half of Part 3 minus proofreading
Ending Words
Enjoy reading and if you have the time, feel free to drop off a review.
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“That’s our flight.” I said, glancing up over the top of my laptop’s screen. “Finally. It only took them a half hour longer then expected.”
Blaze, who sat in the chair next to me, looked up and squeaked.
“Yeah, you do have to give them credit for refunding almost half our ticket money, but still...” I trailed off as I stood up, pushed my glasses back up my nose, folded my laptop shut, and stuck it into its leather travel bag. “Well, let’s get going. Don’t want to miss it now.”
Blaze squeaked and leaped off the chair, landing on my shoulder and sitting down.
“Why do you never want to walk anywhere yourself?” I growled as I began walking towards the departure gate. “What am I, your personal cab?”
Despite carrying my heavy laptop bag in one hand, and Blaze on my other shoulder, I managed to reach the gate with plenty of time remaining and fished my ticket out of my pocket, handing it to the flight attendant.
“Is that your Cyndaquil, sir?” The flight attendant said, looking at Blaze.
“Blaze? Well, yeah, of course he’s mine. Why else would he be sitting on my shoulder?” I said, quietly adding “the lazy bum” under my breath.
“I’m sorry, but we can’t allow Pokemon on board the plane out of their Pokeballs. Company policy.” The flight attendant said, rather blankly. “You’ll have to return it to its Pokeball if you wish to board the plane.”
“Quil!” Blaze squeaked somewhat angrily at the flight attendant when she referred to him as an “it.”
“Come on Blaze, you have no choice.” I said, grabbing his Pokeball off my belt.
Blaze whined as I held the Pokeball up to him, a beam of light shooting out from the center of it and enveloping Blaze. Soon he had disappeared into the Pokeball.
The Flight attendant nodded and motioned me through the departure gate once Blaze was gone. I nodded at her and walked through the gate, down the long tunnel, and into the plane.
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I quickly found my seat and plopped down into it, dropping my laptop bag into the seat next to me. I sighed and closed my eyes; I never had been fond of planes. It seemed that almost immediately once I closed my eyes, though, a voice next to me spoke.
“Excuse me, is that your bag?” The voice said.
“Wuh? Oh, yeah, sorry about that.” I moaned as I saw there was a man wanting to sit in the seat I had dropped my laptop bag into. I picked the bag up and began to slide it into the storage compartment above my head. Changing my mind though I stopped and took it back out, opening the bag up and pulling the laptop itself out.
“My name’s Mark Spira. Nice to meet you.” The man, Mark, said as he held out his hand.
“I’m Shrike Flamestar.” I said quietly as I shook Matt’s hand.
“Not the very talkative type, are you?” Mark chuckled.
“No, it’s not that. I just don’t like planes very much, plus I have some other stuff on my mind.” I shrugged as I logged onto my laptop, looking to see if I could connect to the internet on this plane.
For a moment it was silent as I found that the plane did in fact have wireless internet access, only to have the silence broken by the intercom reminding us that all wireless devices should remain off during take-off and landing. I turned my laptop off again and closed it, dropping down into my seat farther as the plane began to roll down the highway. It was then I noticed that Mark was watching me.
“Are you rich?” He asked.
“What? Well, er, no. Not quite...” I said, surprised by the question. “Why do you ask?”
“Those laptops, they cost at least 2,000 dollars, and I remember seeing you pass through security, you have a whole computer that has to cost at least 4,000 dollars in your luggage. All this and you can’t be more then sixteen years old.” Mark frowned.
“Actually, I’m seventeen.” I said matter-of-factly. “And while I’m not rich myself, nor my immediate family, my uncle is very rich; he owns this big business, you see. He tends to buy me very expensive stuff a lot, as well as just giving my a thousand dollars at a time almost every other week.” I bragged.
“I wouldn’t mind taking some of that money off you.” Mark laughed.
“I couldn’t give you any even if I wanted to. I don’t actually receive any paper money ever, it’s all put into a savings account that I can access with a debit card.” I said, patting the pocket in which I kept my wallet.
“All that money, and yet you’re just a Pokemon trainer.” Mark said.
“How are you so sure that I’m a Pokemon trainer?” I asked, my eyes beginning to close again.
“It’s pretty obvious. I saw that you have a Cyndaquil back in the airport; you keep his Pokeball and one other on your waist; you have a Pokedex, the most expensive model, no less; and I saw that you keep some healing potions and such inside your laptop bag.” Mark said. He seemed almost proud of how much he had noticed about me.
“Are you sure you aren’t stalking me? You seem to be finding out an awful lot about me.” I said as I reached down and grabbed the two Pokeballs off my belt. “But, you’re right. I am indeed a Pokemon trainer.” I said, looking at the two Pokeballs in my hand.
“If one of those holds a Cyndaquil, what’s in the other one?” Mark asked.
“Drake, a Vibrava. He’s a little bit weaker then Blaze, my Cyndaquil, and I have yet to develop any real tactics with him, but that’s to be expected considering the sheer amount of training I’ve done with Blaze, plus the fact that Blaze was my first Pokemon. Now that I think about it though, I should stop neglecting Drake...” I frowned, then shrugged as I put Blaze and Drake’s Pokeballs back on my belt.
“So, are you going to New Bark just to get away from Hoenn, or do you have some other reason?” Mark asked.
“Well, I’m going to school, actually. Pokemon Battle Academy.” I said. “Obviously, I don’t have to, but I figured that I should. Tuition was no problem thanks to my uncle, and since I’m aiming to be a member of the Elite Four one day, I figured it would probably be beneficial to go to PBA. After all, normal people go to college after High School if they want a good job, why shouldn’t trainers go to a Battling Academy if they plan to have a good career? Besides, I don’t think I COULDN’T go when I passed the entrance exam with five wins, zero losses, and zero ties.”
“Pokemon Battle Academy? And you passed the entrance exams 5/0/0? Wow, you must be excellent then.” Mark whistled. Pokemon Battle Academy’s notorious for their extremely difficult entrance exams.
“Yeah, I like to tell myself that to. However I can’t help shake the feeling that, well, it’s not important.” I shrugged.
“My son, Zachary, is enrolled in PBA, in fact, I’m visiting him right now. I have a feeling you two would get along together.” Mark said.
“Zachary Spira? I’ll keep the name in mind.” I nodded.
Chapter 1
“Hey, you must be Shrike Flamestar. My name’s Zachary Spira, however no one calls me that except my parents so you can call me Zack. I guess we’re roommates now.” Zack said, turning around from the computer he was sitting at. I stood in the door of the dorm room, frozen in place.
“Yeah, I met your dad on the plane. He told me about you briefly, but I never thought we’d be roommates...” I said, still surprised.
“Dad? He didn’t talk to much, did he? He’s frightened some people away before from all the question he’s asked them.” Zack nervously said.
“No, it was fine, don’t worry about it.” I said as I walked into the room, pulling my two suitcases behind me. Blaze looked up from where he sat on one of the suitcases at Zack curiously.
“That your Cyndaquil?” Zack asked when he saw Blaze.
“Yeah, his name is Blaze. Blaze, this is our new roommate, Zack Spira.” I said.
Blaze squeaked happily before hopping off the suitcase and wandering around the room, examining it.
“Why don’t you meet my main Pokemon as well then.” Zack said, standing up and reaching for a Pokeball that sat on the desk his computer was on. “Come on out, Spark!” Zack said as he threw the Pokeball onto the ground.
Out of the Pokeball an Electrike formed, growling once it saw me and Blaze.
“Spark, this guy is Shrike Flamestar, he’s moving in here; the Cyndaquil is Shrike’s Pokemon, Blaze. Don’t worry, they’re not our enemies.” Zack told Spark, calming him down.
We let Blaze and Spark to themselves as Zack helped me unload my suitcases, whistling in awe all the while.
“Damn, this is one awesome setup, how did you get all this?” Zack asked as he hefted my computer out of one of the bags and set it on the floor next to the second desk in the room.
“As I told your dad, my uncle is rich. Pretty much everything I have was bought using money he’s given me for no reason.” I said as I set one of my two 24” widescreen LCD monitors on my desk.
“You could share the wealth a little, you know.” Zack grunted as he set my scanner/printer combo on the ground on the other side of the desk from the computer, as there was no space on top of the desk for it along with my two monitors.
“I could, but as I also told your dad, it’s all in a savings account.” I sighed, as I set my second monitor, the same as the other, on my desk.
Wiped out I wandered over to the window and slumped down in a chair next to it. I looked out the window, which overlooked a good deal of PBA’s campus, however it wasn’t the campus I was looking at.
“Hmm, is that the Sol Tower?” I asked.
“Huh? Oh, have you never seen it before?” Zack asked, coming over to the window.
Off in the distance, near Mt. Silver, a huge tower stood. I had heard about it before coming here, “The Sol Tower,” or sometimes “The Tower of Sol” it was called. It was famed as being the tallest building in the world.
“No, this is my first time coming to Johto. I wonder just how tall it really is.” I said.
“No one knows, its top is always obscured in clouds, and planes have never managed to get through the clouds due to storms.” Zack shook his head.
“Is it possible to go inside it?” I asked, staring at the tower in wonder.
“No, the entrance is locked from the inside, and seems to be made of some kind of unbreakable metal.” Zack said, once again shaking his head.
“If it’s locked, what’s its use, then?” I wondered.
“Today many consider it a monument to the sun God, Sol. Just as how the Luna Tower used to be a monument to the moon God, Luna. Of course, the Luna Tower has been destroyed for centuries. Doesn’t stop tourists and pilgrims from visiting the ruins, however.” Zack said, bored.
I was to busy looking at something else now to pay attention, however. “Who are they?” I asked, pointing down at two small figures walking across campus. They looked strange and out of place, as if they didn’t belong here.
“Those two girls? Don’t know, but they don’t look like they’re from around here, I don’t think they go to school here.” Zack said, squinting to try to make out the two girls. “I know, how about I take you on a tour of campus now? I’m sure you probably want to know where everything is so you don’t get lost.” Zack said, standing up and calling out for Spark.
“Sure, sounds fine to me.” I agreed, picking up Blaze as he and Spark came running back over to us.
Chapter 2
As Zack walked me through the halls of Pokemon Battle Academy, I couldn’t help but be impressed by the size. Everything seemed to be on such a large scale, as if the school was originally designed for giants before being refurbished to house normal humans. It quickly became obvious to me why, though. As we passed by other people in the large halls I noticed that many of them had their Pokemon out and walking alongside them, or, in some cases, flying. Blaze seemed curious about all these Pokemon, but I held him firmly so he wouldn’t run away.
“This is the courtyard,” Zack said as we stepped through a large, arched doorway, “And you can see our dorm up their.” Zack pointed up at one of the windows set into the wall behind us, through which I could just make out the identifiable shapes of my computer equipment. “People like to come here to talk, relax, study, or just walk. But no battling. We aren’t allowed to battle anywhere but the Battle Center and certain classrooms.”
“Battle Center? What’s that?” I asked.
“I’ll show you, it’s just on the other side of the courtyard.” Zack said as he began to walk along one of the several paths that twisted their ways through many types of trees.
“Hey, they’re still here.” I said, noticing the two girls I had seen from up in the dorm sitting down next to a tree. Zack and I walked over to them, as they looked up at us.
“Something the matter?” The older girl growled.
“Are you new here?” Zack asked.
“No, we’re just passing through, if you don’t mind.” The older girl again said, turning away from us.
“We’re heading to the Luna Tower ruins, and thought we’d stop to take a break.” The slightly younger girl said.
“Oh, are you tourists then?” I asked innocently.
“No. We are not tourists!” The older girl said angrily.
“Whoa! I didn’t mean anything, sorry. Are you pilgrims then?” I asked
The younger girl chuckled. “No, not quite, however I suppose we are closer to pilgrims then tourists.”
“The Luna Tower ruins are a sacred place! We are visiting them because it is our obligation and duty!” The older girl said, still angry.
“Allie, calm down.” The younger girl said. “He doesn’t mean any harm.” The older girl, Allie, slumped down and didn’t speak any more.
“My name is Zack Spira.” Zack said to break the tension.
“And mine is Shrike Flamestar. My Cyndaquil here is Blaze.” I said and Blaze squeaked happily.
“Aww, he’s cute. My name is Ky, and she’s Allie.” Ky said, motioning to Allie. “I assume you’re students here?”
“Well, I just got here a couple hours ago, actually. Zack’s my roommate and is showing me around campus.” I said.
“I’ve been here for about half a year now, not that that matters much here; your advancement in classes is based on your skill, not your experience.” Zack shrugged. “Where are you two from, are you Pokemon trainers?”
“We live in a small town northwest from here. We have to come down into this city because the mountains are too rough to climb, and the only safe passage is through a cavern system to the east of this city. As for trainers, I can’t say we’re technically Pokemon trainers, we were never licensed or anything like that, but we do have our own Pokemon that we battle with.” Ky said.
“How long are you going to stay in the city? Perhaps we could battle sometime.” I asked.
“Maybe, but I think you’d be a little surprised.” Ky said amused.
“Yeah? Well, I think you would to. Blaze and I shouldn’t be taken lightly.” I said and Blaze squeaked in agreement.
“That might be so, but I don’t think we’ll find time to have a battle anyways, we’re going to be leaving again soon. In fact, if we want to make it to the ruins by tomorrow morning we should be leaving now.” Ky said standing up. Allie stood up too, but remained silent.
“Well, nice meeting you two.” I said.
“Same to you.” Ky nodded, walking off towards an open gate in the courtyard’s surrounding wall which led out into the city.
“Ky seems nice.” I nodded as we and Zack continued walking along the path.
“Yeah, but that Allie, what was her problem?” Zack said.
“Don’t know, but she needs to lighten up. Oops, sorry.” I apologized as I bumped into a boy who was standing in the middle of the path, looking up at the sky. As I passed him I noticed he was clutching something attached to a chain around his neck in his hands.
“You know, Mike. You asking Ky to a battle got me thinking, how about you and me have a go at it. I might as well show you how the Battle Center works while we’re there.” Zack suggested.
“A battle? Do you mind, Blaze?” I asked Blaze.
“Quil!” Blaze squeaked excitedly, he was getting bored by now.
“Okay then, let’s do it. I’ll show you why I emerged top in the entrance exams.” I smirked.
Chapter 3
“Battle rules have been set. One on one battle between Zack Spira’s Electrike, Spark and Shrike Flamestar’s Cyndaquil, Blaze. No switching of Pokemon allowed. The competitors may enter the battle room now.” The referee said over an intercom.
“Good luck.” I said to Zack.
“You’re the one who’ll be needing all the luck you can get.” Zack sneered. We entered the battle room through separate doors and each walked over to opposite edges of the field. I noticed that bleachers lined the walls, and a few people even sat watching us.
“You never told me I would have an audience to impress.” I said to Zack.
“Didn’t want you to get stage fright.” Zack said. “Spark, go!” Zack threw Spark’s Pokeball out onto the field, Spark himself emerging out.
“Trike!” Spark howled as electricity rippled through its fur.
“Oh, don’t worry. I actually like audiences. Blaze, show Zack and Spark why we’re here!” I said, holding my arm out. Blaze sat up from my shoulder and ran along my arm, jumping off the end and onto the field.
“Quil!” Blaze growled as his back flared up with fire.
“The battle will begin in three, two, one, fight!” The referee yelled.
“Blaze! Let’s kick this off with agility! Close the gap between you and Spark!” I yelled.
“Quil!” Blaze yelled as he began running towards Spark in a seemingly random path.
“Spark, don’t let him get near you, use thunderbolt!” Zack yelled.
“Electrike!” Spark howled as he leapt back, an arch of electricity erupting from his fur, racing towards the ceiling where it bent back down, dropping down to where Blaze was running.
“Blaze, don’t let that electricity hit you, just do as we practiced!” I yelled.
“Quil!” Blaze yelled as speeded up even farther, jumping out of the path of the electricity just in time.
“Now, Blaze, flamethrower!”
“Cyndaquillll!” Blaze yelled as he stopped running and fired a stream of fire from his mouth at Spark.
“Spark! Jump over the fire and hit Blaze with, well, spark!” Zack yelled.
“Trike!” Spark howled as he jumped into the air as the stream of fire hit where he had just been standing. “Electriiike!” Spark howled as electricity flared up around his fur as he began to drop down on Blaze below him.
“We’ve got him right where we want! Dig below the ground, Blaze!” I yelled.
“Quil!” Blaze said as he leapt back and fired an extremely hot blast of fire at the ground, so hot that it melted the ground, forming a hole Blaze dropped into.
“So, scared, is that it?” Zack taunted as Spark dropped to the ground and looked around.
“No, just thinking about what I’m going to do when I win.” I smirked.
“Quil!” Out of the ground behind Spark Blaze shot into the air, fire surrounding his entire body.
“Blaze, let’s finish this off now! Fire wheel!” I yelled triumphantly.
“Trike!” Spark yelled as he began to turn around, but it was too late.
“Cyndaquil!” Blaze screamed as he crashed down onto Spark, fire still circling around him. Spark whined and dropped to the ground as Blaze back flipped off him and landed in front of me, the fire circling him subsiding.
“What! Spark, are you alright!?” Zack yelled as Spark lay twitching in the middle of the battle field.
“Shrike Flamestar and his Cyndaquil, Blaze, win the battle!” the referee announced as the few people watching us clapped.
“Quil!” Blaze squeaked as he ran back over to me.
“You did great, Blaze.” I said stroking him as I walked over to Zack.
“Spark, return! I’ll get you to the Pokemon Center as soon as possible.” Zack said, holding out Spark’s Pokeball.
I waited until Spark had disappeared back into its Pokeball before speaking. “Great battle Zack.” I said and shook his hand.
“Yeah, it was good. Blaze is stronger then he looks.” Zack nodded as Blaze squeaked proudly “I’m surprised he hasn’t evolved into a Quilava yet.”
“I sometimes think about that too,” I said, “I suppose he just isn’t ready yet.”
“Maybe so, but—” Zack began to say something when there was suddenly a loud explosion from the reception room.
Chapter 4
“Augh!” I screamed as I fell to the floor, clutching Blaze as he screamed too.
“What was that!?” Zack yelled, kneeling on the floor. Through what used to be a glass window, but was now completely shattered, I saw a bunch of Scyther’s and a couple of men wearing black trench coats run through a hole in the wall. They seemed to be looking for something.
“Who are they?” I asked. There was something about the men and Scyther’s, something that wasn’t right.
“If you value your life and your Pokemon, you’ll follow me.” I heard someone say. I looked up and saw it was one of the persons who had been watching our battle. While all the rest of them had either been knocked unconscious or run off, this guy was standing and looking straight at us.
“Oh! You’re the guy I ran into!” I said, suddenly realizing that.
“Just follow me.” He said, jumping down off the benches and running past us down a hallway.
“Should we?” I asked, turning to Zack.
“No where else we can go, so let’s follow him. For now at least.” Zack said, running off down the hallway as well. I nodded and followed, managing to catch up to Zack and the mysterious guy just as he opened a door.
“In here.” He motioned. He was blocking the rest of the hallway, so we had no choice. He followed us into the small room, a maintenance closet it turned out to be, and shut the door behind us.
“Quick, we don’t have much time. I would rather not do this, but there’s something about you two, something that I can’t let fall into their hands. Just as I can’t let me, or this.” The guy said pulling the chain he wore up out of his shirt. On the end of it dangled a small blue crystal. “Each of you, put a finger on the crystal.” The guy said.
We were too puzzled to know what to do, and so we did as he said. Almost instantly I felt a tingling sensation go down my body.
“Good. As much as I didn’t want to do it, you now have the power to morph into Pokemon. Congratulations.” The guy said.
“Wait, did you just say we can morph into Pokemon?!” Zack asked shocked, I felt the same way.
“Yes, I did in fact. It’s the only way you can hope to survive now. You, get out that Electrike you call Spark.” The guy said, pointing to Zack as he tucked the crystal under his shirt again.
He said it with so much authority Zack couldn’t help but oblige, and unwillingly released Spark onto the ground. Spark whined and panted as he looked about him. It was about now someone started pounding on the door.
“****, not much time now. You, put your hand on your Cyndaquil. You, your Electrike. Concentrate on them, on their shape, their powers, their raw DNA.” The guy said.
Zack and I looked at each other and shrugged, each of us putting our hands on our Pokemon and concentrating on them.
“Good, that’s enough. Now put them away and remove all the other Pokeballs you have from your belts, you can’t morph with those.” The guy said as he pulled a wooden plank away from the wall, revealing a small tunnel. By now I was lost and had no idea what was going on, and unwillingly returned Blaze to his ball before setting his and Drake’s Pokeballs on the ground. Zack did the same with Spark and the other Pokeballs he had.
“Now, try not to panic. You, think about your Cyndaquil, focus your mind solely on your Cyndaquil, and you your Electrike. As I said, do NOT panic. You’ll get used to it in time, I promise.” The guy said. I noticed that he seemed to be turning pinkish and was growing fur all over him. Deciding I had gone mad I closed my eyes and concentrated on Blaze.
I began to feel an itchy feeling on my hand and instinctively reached to scratch it, only when I tried to move my fingers I couldn’t. Frowning I opened my eyes, and realized that I didn’t have any more fingers, and fur was sprouting all over my exposed skin and my clothes, which themselves were turning pale.
“I knew I shouldn’t haguh guill!” As I began to talk my mouth began shrinking, and my voice box changed to. I decided now wasn’t such a good time to scream though. Silently, but scared silly nonetheless, I watched as the ground rose up to me, or rather I fell down to it. All over and in my body I could feel things changing. Oddly though, nothing hurt, which was a very good thing because at that precise moment my heart literally leaped up and shrunk to less then half its original size as a couple of bones in my chest disappeared altogether. I don’t know when it finished, however before long I realized that nothing was happening to me anymore.
“Quil!” I said, although I meant to say “What the **** just happened!”
<Easy now, it takes some getting used to morphing at first.> A voice in my head said.
<Great! Now I’m hearing voices in my head to!> I thought to myself.
<No, you’re hearing me, the guy who’s saving your ***. I can’t explain it now, but this is called thought speech. Just follow me!> The voice said.
I began to understand what I was seeing now, and realized that in the closet along with me, now stood an Electrike and a Mew. Normally, I would have been shocked at seeing such a rare Pokemon, however I was still recovering from the explosion. The Mew started towards the small hole in the wall, and I assumed it was he who had been putting voices in my head.
<Hey, our Pokeballs, we can’t just leave them here!> I thought.
<Huh, oh, almost forgot about them.> The voice said again and the Mew turned around and ran over to them. He held out one of his paws and the Pokeballs began to glow pink, before vanishing into thin air. <You’ll find them back in your dorm, now hurry up and follow me!> The voice in my head said.
The Electrike, who I could only assume was Zack, looked at me as if we had all gone crazy before running into the hole after the Mew. It was about then I realized the door was being destroyed from the other side, and ran off after them. I found the Mew standing right inside the hole, and as soon as I got in his eyes glowed pink and the board that had covered the hole in the first place shot back in front of it. The mew let out a weak sigh and faced down into the tunnel.
<Let’s go.> He said. <I have a lot of explaining to do now, more then I really want to explain to you humans.>
Chapter 5
<My name is Blake-Skrii-Nal. I am not a human with a Mew morph, as you may have thought at first, but actually a Mew who can morph into a human. I have been entrusted this ability and have acquired this human morph because I am what my race calls a “Seeker.” See, my people believe in this ancient prophecy that one day the ancient heroes will return and rid the world of the evil, more on them in a moment. Seekers, such as myself, are given the job of wandering the world, under disguise of course, and looking for people who we believe may be the ancient heroes reborn, come to fulfill prophecy.> Blake said as we walked down the tunnel. I had gotten over the explosion by now, and was starting to realize that I now had a semi-unique power that, of all humans, only me and Zack possessed.
<So, you think we may be these ancient heroes?> I asked, thinking about how neat it would be if we were.
<Perhaps. I can’t tell just by looking at you. That’s why I really didn’t want to give you this power. However, I had no choice since you may be them, and if you are, I can’t let the enemy capture you. So now, regardless of rather you are the ancient heroes or not, you have no choice but to assist us in this fight.> Blake said solemnly.
<Well what if we refuse? I’m not fighting anything unless you tell us the whole story.> Zack growled, the first thing he had said since we morphed.
<I was just getting to that. Do you remember those men and those Scythers? They belong to this evil I mentioned, though they prefer to call themselves “Team Zero.”>
<Team Zero? Hey, I’ve heard of them, but I didn’t think they were bad or anything, just a group of new world scientists who are interested in the basic fundamentals of how the world works and unraveling various mysteries about the world while at it. I hear a lot of their current research is towards uncovering the mysteries of the Sol Tower, in fact.> Zack perked up.
Blake nodded <Yes, they’re the same. Except there are many things about them which you have no idea. For example, do you know that they’ve been experimenting with genetic mutation? Not so much physical mutation, but actually tweaking with the minds of things. Those Scythers, I am sure that all of them have been modified to some degree to make them do whatever their commanders, those men in black trench coats, say without question.>
<What!?> I said angrily. I was about to say more but Blake continued speaking.
<That’s not all, of course. I mean, it may be somewhat cruel to genetically mutate something living, however if that was all they did we wouldn’t be so worried about them. No, they’ve done far worse.> Blake said, I noticed he had stopped walking and his voice was taking on a somber tone. <Far, far worse.> For a moment Blake paused, before looking at the tunnel ceiling. <When you first saw my true form, you were surprised to see such a rare Pokemon, weren’t you? Surprised to see what some propose is even one-of-a-kind. I can assure you though, Mews are not one-of-a-kind, however nowadays we most certainly are rarer then we used to be, although even though back then we were still referred to as rare since we stayed hidden all the time.> I began to think I knew what Blake was going to say next.
<For some unknown reason, we Mews are one of the biggest targets of attacks by Zero. Most propose that it’s because we are far smarter then other Pokemon, so smart that we are able to communicate using thought speech and have uncovered how to morph.> Blake shrugged. <Really though, morphing is nothing special. We merely discovered how to unlock what’s hidden away naturally inside every living thing. Now’s not the time to discuss how morphing works, however. The point is, Team Zero is exterminating Mews colony by colony.> Blake breathed deeply as he said it and dropped to the ground. <The colony I was born in, it was wiped out by Zero and I was the only one who escaped. That’s why I have the Morphing Crystal; I managed to save it from our elders at the last second. Normally when a colony is attacked they destroy their Morphing Crystal to keep it out of the hands of Zero, however our colony was attacked to fast and didn’t have time to react. Before anyone knew what happened, half the colony lay dead. By the time the other half realized they were under attack, they were dead to. I barely managed to escape, much less with the Morphing Crystal.> As Blake said this I noticed that the Morphing Crystal hadn’t morphed with him but still hung around his neck. He gripped it tightly in one of his paws.
For a while nobody said anything, but finally Blake shook his head and stood up. <But, I can’t let myself dwell on the past. There was nothing I could have done, and we must make our way out of this building and to relative safety. Of course, there is no such thing as safety for me, and you may be at risk now as well depending on if they saw you or not.> Once again we started walking down the tunnel as Blake continued explaining things to us.
<While Team Zero’s mass genocide of Mews certainly must be worried about, it is not all they’re up to that must be stopped. Team Zero has been oddly active with Sol Tower lately, and while no one quite knows why, we have a hunch that there’s something inside it that they want badly. Something that they can use to carry out their master plan.> Blake carried on.
<Master plan? So you know what they want to achieve?> I asked.
<Not really, however our elders tell us that in their visions they see lots of blood, lots of dead bodies of both humans and Pokemon, and only one large army.> Blake shrugged. <Of course, they see things in their visions a lot that don’t necessarily mean anything.>
<So, you’re fighting against this Team Zero who is genetically mutating Pokemon, for what purpose you don’t know, but you suspect that some of it is to make Pokemon more loyal so they will do anything; wiping out Mews in mass genocide, supposedly because you’re to smart for their liking; trying to get into the Sol Tower, which may contain what they need to carry out their master plan, whatever that is; and who just may carry out a huge war against both humans and Pokemon alike?>
<That’s about it.> Blake nodded.
<It sounds as if you guys don’t know much about them and their goals at all, maybe they’re really good and just misunderstood.> Zack suggested.
<Yeah, because attempting to wipe out an entire species can be interpreted any other way. Oh, and don’t forget the whole blowing a hole in a wall just because I’m inside and they desperately want to kill me because I’m one of the few Mews who have ever escaped from them part.> Blake angrily said.
<Still not my problem though, that makes them sound just like any other poachers, except maybe a bit crazy to want you dead that much.> Zack said.
<Look, just because I’m a different species then you doesn’t make us any inferior, hell, in most ways we are superior to you humans! While I can’t prove anything, I have a feeling that Zero is doing something involving humans to as they’ve been kidnapping them a lot recently along with Pokemon, hence why I told you to follow me if you value your lives and Pokemon. If you agree to come with me on just one mission into one of their labs you’ll probably change your mind on not wanting to fight them.> Blake said contemptuously.
<So, just one mission, then? And then I can decide if I’ll fight or not?> Zack asked.
<Yes, just one mission. And then you can decide.> Blake nodded.
<Fine, I’ll follow you into this lab of theirs that you claim will change my mind.> Zack growled.
<What about you, Shrike? Will you come on this one mission with us and then decide rather to fight or not afterwards?> Blake asked.
<I don’t need to decide, I’ve already made up my mind. I’ll fight for you, even if Zero isn’t doing anything towards humans.> I said. Zack looked at me oddly, but then again it may have just been the fact that he was currently an Electrike that made him look odd.
<Glad that that’s decided upon, as here’s the exit now.> Blake said, stopping in front of what looked like a solid rock wall. <I don’t think anybody’s on the other side, so it should be safe. I suppose we have to part ways for now, so just remember that to return to your human selves you just have to concentrate on you, just as how you concentrated on your Pokemon to morph into them. Since tomorrow is a Saturday it makes the perfect day for this mission so we’ll do it tomorrow. Do not bother looking for me, though, as I’ll come to you. See you later.> Blake’s eyes glowed pink again and the end of the tunnel slid out of the way. Blake stepped through the opening and looked around, before morphing back into a human right there on the spot. He bent down to look at us and nodded, before walking off into the trees.
Part 2- The Buried Truth (Post 1) (Post 2)
Description of Fan-Fic
Shrike Flamestar is your normal, everyday Pokemon Trainer who just happens to have a rich uncle; is quite talented at Pokemon battling; and has a knack for getting himself into nasty situations.
Take Shrike’s first day at Pokemon Battle Academy, an elite school for the best of the best located in New Bark City, Johto. After a practice battle with his roommate, Zack Spira, Shrike suddenly finds himself being saved by some mysterious guy who shortly afterwards turns out to be a Mew. Given the power to morph into any Pokemon he can touch, Shrike is suddenly thrust into the middle of a fight for survival as the evil Team Zero works on exterminating the entire Mew population as they use genetic mutation to enslave all humans and Pokemon alike who they can get their hands on.
Is Shrike truly the great Pokemon trainer he acts like? Will he fare as well when he’s fighting as a Pokemon compared to when he’s handing out orders to one? What mysteries does the mysterious Sol Tower hold that Team Zero is putting most of their efforts towards unlocking? Who is commanding Team Zero, anyways? Find out by reading Pokemon Zero!
Background Info on Author
Shrike Flamestar; known elsewhere as Zelos, Zelos689, and BladeLiger689; has been interested in Pokemon ever since it came out and he got his Blue version. He didn’t even have a Gameboy back then, but instead an SNES with the Super Gameboy adapter. He quickly became fascinated in Pokemon, and has ever since.
A few years ago, probably somewhere around five or six, Shrike read his first Pokemon fan fiction. It was called “Pokemorphs” and changed his views on Pokemon forever. Pokemorphs was a crossover between Pokemon and Animorphs (who could have guessed?) that was intended to, like the true Animorphs series, have around 50 books total. Pokemorphs died after only 14 books and three side stories. Of course, going back and looking at Pokemorphs now Shrike has realized that it was poorly written and far to ambitious.
Regardless, Pokemorphs sparked an interest in fan fiction. Over the years Shrike has tried countless times to write a fan-fic he has been happy with. Unfortunately, this proved rather difficult. Now, finally, about five years since his dream first started Shrike has realized his problem. He was either trying to extend the original Pokemorphs series, or continuously using content he did not consider good. In addition, his old keyboard rather sucked.
After Shrike bought a new keyboard, the Logitech UltraX which is the best keyboard he has ever used, Shrike decided he would try writing again, but in a whole new direction. He tossed all his old ideas and concepts out the window and completely redid everything.
Enter Pokemon Zero. The first fan-fic Shrike has ever written that he considers good enough to release online, and that is still going strong to this day.
Credit
-Pokemorphs. I would never have thought about writing fan-fics if it wasn’t for this.
-Logitech UltraX. FINALLY! A keyboard that feels RIGHT!
-B0unc3. I listen to his music a lot when I write, and have found it is very inspirational.
-David Cooper. Same as above.
IMPORTANT SOTRY RELATED INFO
-Pokemon Zero takes place approximately three decades after the anime series.
-In the anime, the Tower of Sol was never shown because the cameramen thought it would distract viewers <_<
-I am no good at reproducing sounds in writing. Excuse me if my Pokemon voices are inaccurate or just plain weird.
-I only recently started watching the anime again, so there’s quite a bit about Pokemon voices or movement I don’t know about.
-“Ky” is pronounced “Kay”
Links to Completed Parts
-Prologue (can be read below all this)
-Part 1: The Power Within, Chapters 1-5 (same as above)
-Part 2: The Buried Truth, Chapters 6-14 (Post 1, Post 2)
Individual Chapter Ratings
-Prologue (clean)
-Part 1: The Power Within (mild swearing)
-Part 2: The Buried Truth (average swearing, very mild violence)
Current Status
-Writing Part 3
-Finished with first half of Part 3 minus proofreading
Ending Words
Enjoy reading and if you have the time, feel free to drop off a review.
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Prologue
“Flight number 36; destination New Bark City, Johto; will be departing in ten minutes. If you have tickets for this flight please make your way to the departure gate immediately. Thank you.” A voice said over the intercom.“That’s our flight.” I said, glancing up over the top of my laptop’s screen. “Finally. It only took them a half hour longer then expected.”
Blaze, who sat in the chair next to me, looked up and squeaked.
“Yeah, you do have to give them credit for refunding almost half our ticket money, but still...” I trailed off as I stood up, pushed my glasses back up my nose, folded my laptop shut, and stuck it into its leather travel bag. “Well, let’s get going. Don’t want to miss it now.”
Blaze squeaked and leaped off the chair, landing on my shoulder and sitting down.
“Why do you never want to walk anywhere yourself?” I growled as I began walking towards the departure gate. “What am I, your personal cab?”
Despite carrying my heavy laptop bag in one hand, and Blaze on my other shoulder, I managed to reach the gate with plenty of time remaining and fished my ticket out of my pocket, handing it to the flight attendant.
“Is that your Cyndaquil, sir?” The flight attendant said, looking at Blaze.
“Blaze? Well, yeah, of course he’s mine. Why else would he be sitting on my shoulder?” I said, quietly adding “the lazy bum” under my breath.
“I’m sorry, but we can’t allow Pokemon on board the plane out of their Pokeballs. Company policy.” The flight attendant said, rather blankly. “You’ll have to return it to its Pokeball if you wish to board the plane.”
“Quil!” Blaze squeaked somewhat angrily at the flight attendant when she referred to him as an “it.”
“Come on Blaze, you have no choice.” I said, grabbing his Pokeball off my belt.
Blaze whined as I held the Pokeball up to him, a beam of light shooting out from the center of it and enveloping Blaze. Soon he had disappeared into the Pokeball.
The Flight attendant nodded and motioned me through the departure gate once Blaze was gone. I nodded at her and walked through the gate, down the long tunnel, and into the plane.
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I quickly found my seat and plopped down into it, dropping my laptop bag into the seat next to me. I sighed and closed my eyes; I never had been fond of planes. It seemed that almost immediately once I closed my eyes, though, a voice next to me spoke.
“Excuse me, is that your bag?” The voice said.
“Wuh? Oh, yeah, sorry about that.” I moaned as I saw there was a man wanting to sit in the seat I had dropped my laptop bag into. I picked the bag up and began to slide it into the storage compartment above my head. Changing my mind though I stopped and took it back out, opening the bag up and pulling the laptop itself out.
“My name’s Mark Spira. Nice to meet you.” The man, Mark, said as he held out his hand.
“I’m Shrike Flamestar.” I said quietly as I shook Matt’s hand.
“Not the very talkative type, are you?” Mark chuckled.
“No, it’s not that. I just don’t like planes very much, plus I have some other stuff on my mind.” I shrugged as I logged onto my laptop, looking to see if I could connect to the internet on this plane.
For a moment it was silent as I found that the plane did in fact have wireless internet access, only to have the silence broken by the intercom reminding us that all wireless devices should remain off during take-off and landing. I turned my laptop off again and closed it, dropping down into my seat farther as the plane began to roll down the highway. It was then I noticed that Mark was watching me.
“Are you rich?” He asked.
“What? Well, er, no. Not quite...” I said, surprised by the question. “Why do you ask?”
“Those laptops, they cost at least 2,000 dollars, and I remember seeing you pass through security, you have a whole computer that has to cost at least 4,000 dollars in your luggage. All this and you can’t be more then sixteen years old.” Mark frowned.
“Actually, I’m seventeen.” I said matter-of-factly. “And while I’m not rich myself, nor my immediate family, my uncle is very rich; he owns this big business, you see. He tends to buy me very expensive stuff a lot, as well as just giving my a thousand dollars at a time almost every other week.” I bragged.
“I wouldn’t mind taking some of that money off you.” Mark laughed.
“I couldn’t give you any even if I wanted to. I don’t actually receive any paper money ever, it’s all put into a savings account that I can access with a debit card.” I said, patting the pocket in which I kept my wallet.
“All that money, and yet you’re just a Pokemon trainer.” Mark said.
“How are you so sure that I’m a Pokemon trainer?” I asked, my eyes beginning to close again.
“It’s pretty obvious. I saw that you have a Cyndaquil back in the airport; you keep his Pokeball and one other on your waist; you have a Pokedex, the most expensive model, no less; and I saw that you keep some healing potions and such inside your laptop bag.” Mark said. He seemed almost proud of how much he had noticed about me.
“Are you sure you aren’t stalking me? You seem to be finding out an awful lot about me.” I said as I reached down and grabbed the two Pokeballs off my belt. “But, you’re right. I am indeed a Pokemon trainer.” I said, looking at the two Pokeballs in my hand.
“If one of those holds a Cyndaquil, what’s in the other one?” Mark asked.
“Drake, a Vibrava. He’s a little bit weaker then Blaze, my Cyndaquil, and I have yet to develop any real tactics with him, but that’s to be expected considering the sheer amount of training I’ve done with Blaze, plus the fact that Blaze was my first Pokemon. Now that I think about it though, I should stop neglecting Drake...” I frowned, then shrugged as I put Blaze and Drake’s Pokeballs back on my belt.
“So, are you going to New Bark just to get away from Hoenn, or do you have some other reason?” Mark asked.
“Well, I’m going to school, actually. Pokemon Battle Academy.” I said. “Obviously, I don’t have to, but I figured that I should. Tuition was no problem thanks to my uncle, and since I’m aiming to be a member of the Elite Four one day, I figured it would probably be beneficial to go to PBA. After all, normal people go to college after High School if they want a good job, why shouldn’t trainers go to a Battling Academy if they plan to have a good career? Besides, I don’t think I COULDN’T go when I passed the entrance exam with five wins, zero losses, and zero ties.”
“Pokemon Battle Academy? And you passed the entrance exams 5/0/0? Wow, you must be excellent then.” Mark whistled. Pokemon Battle Academy’s notorious for their extremely difficult entrance exams.
“Yeah, I like to tell myself that to. However I can’t help shake the feeling that, well, it’s not important.” I shrugged.
“My son, Zachary, is enrolled in PBA, in fact, I’m visiting him right now. I have a feeling you two would get along together.” Mark said.
“Zachary Spira? I’ll keep the name in mind.” I nodded.
Part 1-The Power Within
Chapter 1
“Hey, you must be Shrike Flamestar. My name’s Zachary Spira, however no one calls me that except my parents so you can call me Zack. I guess we’re roommates now.” Zack said, turning around from the computer he was sitting at. I stood in the door of the dorm room, frozen in place.
“Yeah, I met your dad on the plane. He told me about you briefly, but I never thought we’d be roommates...” I said, still surprised.
“Dad? He didn’t talk to much, did he? He’s frightened some people away before from all the question he’s asked them.” Zack nervously said.
“No, it was fine, don’t worry about it.” I said as I walked into the room, pulling my two suitcases behind me. Blaze looked up from where he sat on one of the suitcases at Zack curiously.
“That your Cyndaquil?” Zack asked when he saw Blaze.
“Yeah, his name is Blaze. Blaze, this is our new roommate, Zack Spira.” I said.
Blaze squeaked happily before hopping off the suitcase and wandering around the room, examining it.
“Why don’t you meet my main Pokemon as well then.” Zack said, standing up and reaching for a Pokeball that sat on the desk his computer was on. “Come on out, Spark!” Zack said as he threw the Pokeball onto the ground.
Out of the Pokeball an Electrike formed, growling once it saw me and Blaze.
“Spark, this guy is Shrike Flamestar, he’s moving in here; the Cyndaquil is Shrike’s Pokemon, Blaze. Don’t worry, they’re not our enemies.” Zack told Spark, calming him down.
We let Blaze and Spark to themselves as Zack helped me unload my suitcases, whistling in awe all the while.
“Damn, this is one awesome setup, how did you get all this?” Zack asked as he hefted my computer out of one of the bags and set it on the floor next to the second desk in the room.
“As I told your dad, my uncle is rich. Pretty much everything I have was bought using money he’s given me for no reason.” I said as I set one of my two 24” widescreen LCD monitors on my desk.
“You could share the wealth a little, you know.” Zack grunted as he set my scanner/printer combo on the ground on the other side of the desk from the computer, as there was no space on top of the desk for it along with my two monitors.
“I could, but as I also told your dad, it’s all in a savings account.” I sighed, as I set my second monitor, the same as the other, on my desk.
Wiped out I wandered over to the window and slumped down in a chair next to it. I looked out the window, which overlooked a good deal of PBA’s campus, however it wasn’t the campus I was looking at.
“Hmm, is that the Sol Tower?” I asked.
“Huh? Oh, have you never seen it before?” Zack asked, coming over to the window.
Off in the distance, near Mt. Silver, a huge tower stood. I had heard about it before coming here, “The Sol Tower,” or sometimes “The Tower of Sol” it was called. It was famed as being the tallest building in the world.
“No, this is my first time coming to Johto. I wonder just how tall it really is.” I said.
“No one knows, its top is always obscured in clouds, and planes have never managed to get through the clouds due to storms.” Zack shook his head.
“Is it possible to go inside it?” I asked, staring at the tower in wonder.
“No, the entrance is locked from the inside, and seems to be made of some kind of unbreakable metal.” Zack said, once again shaking his head.
“If it’s locked, what’s its use, then?” I wondered.
“Today many consider it a monument to the sun God, Sol. Just as how the Luna Tower used to be a monument to the moon God, Luna. Of course, the Luna Tower has been destroyed for centuries. Doesn’t stop tourists and pilgrims from visiting the ruins, however.” Zack said, bored.
I was to busy looking at something else now to pay attention, however. “Who are they?” I asked, pointing down at two small figures walking across campus. They looked strange and out of place, as if they didn’t belong here.
“Those two girls? Don’t know, but they don’t look like they’re from around here, I don’t think they go to school here.” Zack said, squinting to try to make out the two girls. “I know, how about I take you on a tour of campus now? I’m sure you probably want to know where everything is so you don’t get lost.” Zack said, standing up and calling out for Spark.
“Sure, sounds fine to me.” I agreed, picking up Blaze as he and Spark came running back over to us.
Chapter 2
As Zack walked me through the halls of Pokemon Battle Academy, I couldn’t help but be impressed by the size. Everything seemed to be on such a large scale, as if the school was originally designed for giants before being refurbished to house normal humans. It quickly became obvious to me why, though. As we passed by other people in the large halls I noticed that many of them had their Pokemon out and walking alongside them, or, in some cases, flying. Blaze seemed curious about all these Pokemon, but I held him firmly so he wouldn’t run away.
“This is the courtyard,” Zack said as we stepped through a large, arched doorway, “And you can see our dorm up their.” Zack pointed up at one of the windows set into the wall behind us, through which I could just make out the identifiable shapes of my computer equipment. “People like to come here to talk, relax, study, or just walk. But no battling. We aren’t allowed to battle anywhere but the Battle Center and certain classrooms.”
“Battle Center? What’s that?” I asked.
“I’ll show you, it’s just on the other side of the courtyard.” Zack said as he began to walk along one of the several paths that twisted their ways through many types of trees.
“Hey, they’re still here.” I said, noticing the two girls I had seen from up in the dorm sitting down next to a tree. Zack and I walked over to them, as they looked up at us.
“Something the matter?” The older girl growled.
“Are you new here?” Zack asked.
“No, we’re just passing through, if you don’t mind.” The older girl again said, turning away from us.
“We’re heading to the Luna Tower ruins, and thought we’d stop to take a break.” The slightly younger girl said.
“Oh, are you tourists then?” I asked innocently.
“No. We are not tourists!” The older girl said angrily.
“Whoa! I didn’t mean anything, sorry. Are you pilgrims then?” I asked
The younger girl chuckled. “No, not quite, however I suppose we are closer to pilgrims then tourists.”
“The Luna Tower ruins are a sacred place! We are visiting them because it is our obligation and duty!” The older girl said, still angry.
“Allie, calm down.” The younger girl said. “He doesn’t mean any harm.” The older girl, Allie, slumped down and didn’t speak any more.
“My name is Zack Spira.” Zack said to break the tension.
“And mine is Shrike Flamestar. My Cyndaquil here is Blaze.” I said and Blaze squeaked happily.
“Aww, he’s cute. My name is Ky, and she’s Allie.” Ky said, motioning to Allie. “I assume you’re students here?”
“Well, I just got here a couple hours ago, actually. Zack’s my roommate and is showing me around campus.” I said.
“I’ve been here for about half a year now, not that that matters much here; your advancement in classes is based on your skill, not your experience.” Zack shrugged. “Where are you two from, are you Pokemon trainers?”
“We live in a small town northwest from here. We have to come down into this city because the mountains are too rough to climb, and the only safe passage is through a cavern system to the east of this city. As for trainers, I can’t say we’re technically Pokemon trainers, we were never licensed or anything like that, but we do have our own Pokemon that we battle with.” Ky said.
“How long are you going to stay in the city? Perhaps we could battle sometime.” I asked.
“Maybe, but I think you’d be a little surprised.” Ky said amused.
“Yeah? Well, I think you would to. Blaze and I shouldn’t be taken lightly.” I said and Blaze squeaked in agreement.
“That might be so, but I don’t think we’ll find time to have a battle anyways, we’re going to be leaving again soon. In fact, if we want to make it to the ruins by tomorrow morning we should be leaving now.” Ky said standing up. Allie stood up too, but remained silent.
“Well, nice meeting you two.” I said.
“Same to you.” Ky nodded, walking off towards an open gate in the courtyard’s surrounding wall which led out into the city.
“Ky seems nice.” I nodded as we and Zack continued walking along the path.
“Yeah, but that Allie, what was her problem?” Zack said.
“Don’t know, but she needs to lighten up. Oops, sorry.” I apologized as I bumped into a boy who was standing in the middle of the path, looking up at the sky. As I passed him I noticed he was clutching something attached to a chain around his neck in his hands.
“You know, Mike. You asking Ky to a battle got me thinking, how about you and me have a go at it. I might as well show you how the Battle Center works while we’re there.” Zack suggested.
“A battle? Do you mind, Blaze?” I asked Blaze.
“Quil!” Blaze squeaked excitedly, he was getting bored by now.
“Okay then, let’s do it. I’ll show you why I emerged top in the entrance exams.” I smirked.
Chapter 3
“Battle rules have been set. One on one battle between Zack Spira’s Electrike, Spark and Shrike Flamestar’s Cyndaquil, Blaze. No switching of Pokemon allowed. The competitors may enter the battle room now.” The referee said over an intercom.
“Good luck.” I said to Zack.
“You’re the one who’ll be needing all the luck you can get.” Zack sneered. We entered the battle room through separate doors and each walked over to opposite edges of the field. I noticed that bleachers lined the walls, and a few people even sat watching us.
“You never told me I would have an audience to impress.” I said to Zack.
“Didn’t want you to get stage fright.” Zack said. “Spark, go!” Zack threw Spark’s Pokeball out onto the field, Spark himself emerging out.
“Trike!” Spark howled as electricity rippled through its fur.
“Oh, don’t worry. I actually like audiences. Blaze, show Zack and Spark why we’re here!” I said, holding my arm out. Blaze sat up from my shoulder and ran along my arm, jumping off the end and onto the field.
“Quil!” Blaze growled as his back flared up with fire.
“The battle will begin in three, two, one, fight!” The referee yelled.
“Blaze! Let’s kick this off with agility! Close the gap between you and Spark!” I yelled.
“Quil!” Blaze yelled as he began running towards Spark in a seemingly random path.
“Spark, don’t let him get near you, use thunderbolt!” Zack yelled.
“Electrike!” Spark howled as he leapt back, an arch of electricity erupting from his fur, racing towards the ceiling where it bent back down, dropping down to where Blaze was running.
“Blaze, don’t let that electricity hit you, just do as we practiced!” I yelled.
“Quil!” Blaze yelled as speeded up even farther, jumping out of the path of the electricity just in time.
“Now, Blaze, flamethrower!”
“Cyndaquillll!” Blaze yelled as he stopped running and fired a stream of fire from his mouth at Spark.
“Spark! Jump over the fire and hit Blaze with, well, spark!” Zack yelled.
“Trike!” Spark howled as he jumped into the air as the stream of fire hit where he had just been standing. “Electriiike!” Spark howled as electricity flared up around his fur as he began to drop down on Blaze below him.
“We’ve got him right where we want! Dig below the ground, Blaze!” I yelled.
“Quil!” Blaze said as he leapt back and fired an extremely hot blast of fire at the ground, so hot that it melted the ground, forming a hole Blaze dropped into.
“So, scared, is that it?” Zack taunted as Spark dropped to the ground and looked around.
“No, just thinking about what I’m going to do when I win.” I smirked.
“Quil!” Out of the ground behind Spark Blaze shot into the air, fire surrounding his entire body.
“Blaze, let’s finish this off now! Fire wheel!” I yelled triumphantly.
“Trike!” Spark yelled as he began to turn around, but it was too late.
“Cyndaquil!” Blaze screamed as he crashed down onto Spark, fire still circling around him. Spark whined and dropped to the ground as Blaze back flipped off him and landed in front of me, the fire circling him subsiding.
“What! Spark, are you alright!?” Zack yelled as Spark lay twitching in the middle of the battle field.
“Shrike Flamestar and his Cyndaquil, Blaze, win the battle!” the referee announced as the few people watching us clapped.
“Quil!” Blaze squeaked as he ran back over to me.
“You did great, Blaze.” I said stroking him as I walked over to Zack.
“Spark, return! I’ll get you to the Pokemon Center as soon as possible.” Zack said, holding out Spark’s Pokeball.
I waited until Spark had disappeared back into its Pokeball before speaking. “Great battle Zack.” I said and shook his hand.
“Yeah, it was good. Blaze is stronger then he looks.” Zack nodded as Blaze squeaked proudly “I’m surprised he hasn’t evolved into a Quilava yet.”
“I sometimes think about that too,” I said, “I suppose he just isn’t ready yet.”
“Maybe so, but—” Zack began to say something when there was suddenly a loud explosion from the reception room.
Chapter 4
“Augh!” I screamed as I fell to the floor, clutching Blaze as he screamed too.
“What was that!?” Zack yelled, kneeling on the floor. Through what used to be a glass window, but was now completely shattered, I saw a bunch of Scyther’s and a couple of men wearing black trench coats run through a hole in the wall. They seemed to be looking for something.
“Who are they?” I asked. There was something about the men and Scyther’s, something that wasn’t right.
“If you value your life and your Pokemon, you’ll follow me.” I heard someone say. I looked up and saw it was one of the persons who had been watching our battle. While all the rest of them had either been knocked unconscious or run off, this guy was standing and looking straight at us.
“Oh! You’re the guy I ran into!” I said, suddenly realizing that.
“Just follow me.” He said, jumping down off the benches and running past us down a hallway.
“Should we?” I asked, turning to Zack.
“No where else we can go, so let’s follow him. For now at least.” Zack said, running off down the hallway as well. I nodded and followed, managing to catch up to Zack and the mysterious guy just as he opened a door.
“In here.” He motioned. He was blocking the rest of the hallway, so we had no choice. He followed us into the small room, a maintenance closet it turned out to be, and shut the door behind us.
“Quick, we don’t have much time. I would rather not do this, but there’s something about you two, something that I can’t let fall into their hands. Just as I can’t let me, or this.” The guy said pulling the chain he wore up out of his shirt. On the end of it dangled a small blue crystal. “Each of you, put a finger on the crystal.” The guy said.
We were too puzzled to know what to do, and so we did as he said. Almost instantly I felt a tingling sensation go down my body.
“Good. As much as I didn’t want to do it, you now have the power to morph into Pokemon. Congratulations.” The guy said.
“Wait, did you just say we can morph into Pokemon?!” Zack asked shocked, I felt the same way.
“Yes, I did in fact. It’s the only way you can hope to survive now. You, get out that Electrike you call Spark.” The guy said, pointing to Zack as he tucked the crystal under his shirt again.
He said it with so much authority Zack couldn’t help but oblige, and unwillingly released Spark onto the ground. Spark whined and panted as he looked about him. It was about now someone started pounding on the door.
“****, not much time now. You, put your hand on your Cyndaquil. You, your Electrike. Concentrate on them, on their shape, their powers, their raw DNA.” The guy said.
Zack and I looked at each other and shrugged, each of us putting our hands on our Pokemon and concentrating on them.
“Good, that’s enough. Now put them away and remove all the other Pokeballs you have from your belts, you can’t morph with those.” The guy said as he pulled a wooden plank away from the wall, revealing a small tunnel. By now I was lost and had no idea what was going on, and unwillingly returned Blaze to his ball before setting his and Drake’s Pokeballs on the ground. Zack did the same with Spark and the other Pokeballs he had.
“Now, try not to panic. You, think about your Cyndaquil, focus your mind solely on your Cyndaquil, and you your Electrike. As I said, do NOT panic. You’ll get used to it in time, I promise.” The guy said. I noticed that he seemed to be turning pinkish and was growing fur all over him. Deciding I had gone mad I closed my eyes and concentrated on Blaze.
I began to feel an itchy feeling on my hand and instinctively reached to scratch it, only when I tried to move my fingers I couldn’t. Frowning I opened my eyes, and realized that I didn’t have any more fingers, and fur was sprouting all over my exposed skin and my clothes, which themselves were turning pale.
“I knew I shouldn’t haguh guill!” As I began to talk my mouth began shrinking, and my voice box changed to. I decided now wasn’t such a good time to scream though. Silently, but scared silly nonetheless, I watched as the ground rose up to me, or rather I fell down to it. All over and in my body I could feel things changing. Oddly though, nothing hurt, which was a very good thing because at that precise moment my heart literally leaped up and shrunk to less then half its original size as a couple of bones in my chest disappeared altogether. I don’t know when it finished, however before long I realized that nothing was happening to me anymore.
“Quil!” I said, although I meant to say “What the **** just happened!”
<Easy now, it takes some getting used to morphing at first.> A voice in my head said.
<Great! Now I’m hearing voices in my head to!> I thought to myself.
<No, you’re hearing me, the guy who’s saving your ***. I can’t explain it now, but this is called thought speech. Just follow me!> The voice said.
I began to understand what I was seeing now, and realized that in the closet along with me, now stood an Electrike and a Mew. Normally, I would have been shocked at seeing such a rare Pokemon, however I was still recovering from the explosion. The Mew started towards the small hole in the wall, and I assumed it was he who had been putting voices in my head.
<Hey, our Pokeballs, we can’t just leave them here!> I thought.
<Huh, oh, almost forgot about them.> The voice said again and the Mew turned around and ran over to them. He held out one of his paws and the Pokeballs began to glow pink, before vanishing into thin air. <You’ll find them back in your dorm, now hurry up and follow me!> The voice in my head said.
The Electrike, who I could only assume was Zack, looked at me as if we had all gone crazy before running into the hole after the Mew. It was about then I realized the door was being destroyed from the other side, and ran off after them. I found the Mew standing right inside the hole, and as soon as I got in his eyes glowed pink and the board that had covered the hole in the first place shot back in front of it. The mew let out a weak sigh and faced down into the tunnel.
<Let’s go.> He said. <I have a lot of explaining to do now, more then I really want to explain to you humans.>
Chapter 5
<My name is Blake-Skrii-Nal. I am not a human with a Mew morph, as you may have thought at first, but actually a Mew who can morph into a human. I have been entrusted this ability and have acquired this human morph because I am what my race calls a “Seeker.” See, my people believe in this ancient prophecy that one day the ancient heroes will return and rid the world of the evil, more on them in a moment. Seekers, such as myself, are given the job of wandering the world, under disguise of course, and looking for people who we believe may be the ancient heroes reborn, come to fulfill prophecy.> Blake said as we walked down the tunnel. I had gotten over the explosion by now, and was starting to realize that I now had a semi-unique power that, of all humans, only me and Zack possessed.
<So, you think we may be these ancient heroes?> I asked, thinking about how neat it would be if we were.
<Perhaps. I can’t tell just by looking at you. That’s why I really didn’t want to give you this power. However, I had no choice since you may be them, and if you are, I can’t let the enemy capture you. So now, regardless of rather you are the ancient heroes or not, you have no choice but to assist us in this fight.> Blake said solemnly.
<Well what if we refuse? I’m not fighting anything unless you tell us the whole story.> Zack growled, the first thing he had said since we morphed.
<I was just getting to that. Do you remember those men and those Scythers? They belong to this evil I mentioned, though they prefer to call themselves “Team Zero.”>
<Team Zero? Hey, I’ve heard of them, but I didn’t think they were bad or anything, just a group of new world scientists who are interested in the basic fundamentals of how the world works and unraveling various mysteries about the world while at it. I hear a lot of their current research is towards uncovering the mysteries of the Sol Tower, in fact.> Zack perked up.
Blake nodded <Yes, they’re the same. Except there are many things about them which you have no idea. For example, do you know that they’ve been experimenting with genetic mutation? Not so much physical mutation, but actually tweaking with the minds of things. Those Scythers, I am sure that all of them have been modified to some degree to make them do whatever their commanders, those men in black trench coats, say without question.>
<What!?> I said angrily. I was about to say more but Blake continued speaking.
<That’s not all, of course. I mean, it may be somewhat cruel to genetically mutate something living, however if that was all they did we wouldn’t be so worried about them. No, they’ve done far worse.> Blake said, I noticed he had stopped walking and his voice was taking on a somber tone. <Far, far worse.> For a moment Blake paused, before looking at the tunnel ceiling. <When you first saw my true form, you were surprised to see such a rare Pokemon, weren’t you? Surprised to see what some propose is even one-of-a-kind. I can assure you though, Mews are not one-of-a-kind, however nowadays we most certainly are rarer then we used to be, although even though back then we were still referred to as rare since we stayed hidden all the time.> I began to think I knew what Blake was going to say next.
<For some unknown reason, we Mews are one of the biggest targets of attacks by Zero. Most propose that it’s because we are far smarter then other Pokemon, so smart that we are able to communicate using thought speech and have uncovered how to morph.> Blake shrugged. <Really though, morphing is nothing special. We merely discovered how to unlock what’s hidden away naturally inside every living thing. Now’s not the time to discuss how morphing works, however. The point is, Team Zero is exterminating Mews colony by colony.> Blake breathed deeply as he said it and dropped to the ground. <The colony I was born in, it was wiped out by Zero and I was the only one who escaped. That’s why I have the Morphing Crystal; I managed to save it from our elders at the last second. Normally when a colony is attacked they destroy their Morphing Crystal to keep it out of the hands of Zero, however our colony was attacked to fast and didn’t have time to react. Before anyone knew what happened, half the colony lay dead. By the time the other half realized they were under attack, they were dead to. I barely managed to escape, much less with the Morphing Crystal.> As Blake said this I noticed that the Morphing Crystal hadn’t morphed with him but still hung around his neck. He gripped it tightly in one of his paws.
For a while nobody said anything, but finally Blake shook his head and stood up. <But, I can’t let myself dwell on the past. There was nothing I could have done, and we must make our way out of this building and to relative safety. Of course, there is no such thing as safety for me, and you may be at risk now as well depending on if they saw you or not.> Once again we started walking down the tunnel as Blake continued explaining things to us.
<While Team Zero’s mass genocide of Mews certainly must be worried about, it is not all they’re up to that must be stopped. Team Zero has been oddly active with Sol Tower lately, and while no one quite knows why, we have a hunch that there’s something inside it that they want badly. Something that they can use to carry out their master plan.> Blake carried on.
<Master plan? So you know what they want to achieve?> I asked.
<Not really, however our elders tell us that in their visions they see lots of blood, lots of dead bodies of both humans and Pokemon, and only one large army.> Blake shrugged. <Of course, they see things in their visions a lot that don’t necessarily mean anything.>
<So, you’re fighting against this Team Zero who is genetically mutating Pokemon, for what purpose you don’t know, but you suspect that some of it is to make Pokemon more loyal so they will do anything; wiping out Mews in mass genocide, supposedly because you’re to smart for their liking; trying to get into the Sol Tower, which may contain what they need to carry out their master plan, whatever that is; and who just may carry out a huge war against both humans and Pokemon alike?>
<That’s about it.> Blake nodded.
<It sounds as if you guys don’t know much about them and their goals at all, maybe they’re really good and just misunderstood.> Zack suggested.
<Yeah, because attempting to wipe out an entire species can be interpreted any other way. Oh, and don’t forget the whole blowing a hole in a wall just because I’m inside and they desperately want to kill me because I’m one of the few Mews who have ever escaped from them part.> Blake angrily said.
<Still not my problem though, that makes them sound just like any other poachers, except maybe a bit crazy to want you dead that much.> Zack said.
<Look, just because I’m a different species then you doesn’t make us any inferior, hell, in most ways we are superior to you humans! While I can’t prove anything, I have a feeling that Zero is doing something involving humans to as they’ve been kidnapping them a lot recently along with Pokemon, hence why I told you to follow me if you value your lives and Pokemon. If you agree to come with me on just one mission into one of their labs you’ll probably change your mind on not wanting to fight them.> Blake said contemptuously.
<So, just one mission, then? And then I can decide if I’ll fight or not?> Zack asked.
<Yes, just one mission. And then you can decide.> Blake nodded.
<Fine, I’ll follow you into this lab of theirs that you claim will change my mind.> Zack growled.
<What about you, Shrike? Will you come on this one mission with us and then decide rather to fight or not afterwards?> Blake asked.
<I don’t need to decide, I’ve already made up my mind. I’ll fight for you, even if Zero isn’t doing anything towards humans.> I said. Zack looked at me oddly, but then again it may have just been the fact that he was currently an Electrike that made him look odd.
<Glad that that’s decided upon, as here’s the exit now.> Blake said, stopping in front of what looked like a solid rock wall. <I don’t think anybody’s on the other side, so it should be safe. I suppose we have to part ways for now, so just remember that to return to your human selves you just have to concentrate on you, just as how you concentrated on your Pokemon to morph into them. Since tomorrow is a Saturday it makes the perfect day for this mission so we’ll do it tomorrow. Do not bother looking for me, though, as I’ll come to you. See you later.> Blake’s eyes glowed pink again and the end of the tunnel slid out of the way. Blake stepped through the opening and looked around, before morphing back into a human right there on the spot. He bent down to look at us and nodded, before walking off into the trees.
End of Part 1
To be continued...
To be continued...
Part 2- The Buried Truth (Post 1) (Post 2)
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