Note: This story takes place in a cross between our world and the pokemon world and does not follow your average journey fic. You'll see.
*Chapter One- Arrival*
We all know the story of Ash and friends right? How in the Pokémon world trainers went off on their journeys at the age of ten? This sounds true right? Well you’re all wrong, dead wrong. This is a story of a boy and his school. This is the story of The Dragon Chronicles…
Birds were chirping and flowers bloomed. Jaybirds flew through the air, dropping dung on people's head. On a far away island known as Iron Island, a boy sat talking to his mother. He had been going through old books. Looking at his mom, he began to speak.
“Is it true that trainers typically went off on their pokémon journeys when they were ten back in the old days?”
His mother stopped her cooking and turned to look at him from the eggs she had been frying. His father, an ex pokémon coordinator shuffled his newspaper.
“Things like that only happened in the anime. The games never specified how old trainers were. People typically started out older than that; although most people who have relatives from back then can tell you that starting after ten only happened in cliché fanfics. Well from what I hear atleast. I don't believe it.”
“Fanfics, anime, games? What are you talking about?”
The boy’s mother sat pulled up a seat, staring the boy, Jason, in the eyes. His brown eyes met hers. “Back then. Before our world came as it is. Pokémon were just made-up. That was before someone decided to genetically alter the structure of the old creatures amongst other things. Back then we called them animals…and they were nothing like they are today.” She muttered, glancing at the clock. “Don’t you have school? Here’s your plane ticket and don’t get in trouble at your dorm.”
“I won’t mom.” He muttered, pulling on his silver backpack. Patting down his sickly green air to fit in with his bluish skin, he checked himself in the mirror. A black shirt covered most of his blue skin, black jeans completing the outfit. Dragon’s Skin, a disease spreading around the region had been found to infect him. Dragon’s Skin was a disease giving humans the features of dragon type pokémon as well as giving them limited power. Pecking his mom on the cheek, he sent out Kasui the Swampert. Letting out a hiss, Jason hopped on the pokémon’s back. With a roar, the water type sprinted off into the distance.
~Two Days later~
Jason hopped off the plain, staring around at the vast desert of ice. Dragonia Dragon Academy was located in the region of Antarctica. Staring up at the school, he gasped in awe. Skyscrapers stretched to the sky, statues of dragon pokemon adorning them. Marble tiles made up the main building, a charizard shaped doorknob planted in the flygon carved door. Watching others enter, he followed.
Staring in awe at the main room, he rubbed his feet across the crystal floor. Two pokémon shaped like Dailga and Palkia adored the walls. Staring, he could have sworn that one had winked at him.
Looking around he noticed a couple of other students in different clothing with logos of different dragon types on it. They were splitting up into groups. Other students began to whisper behind them. “Those must be the beta students. This is the first year that the school is open to the public.” A couple of students who seemed to be around the age of ten whispered, glancing at the older teens and even adults. The door to the hall in front of them swung open as various people came out, inspecting students.
A tall gangly teenager came over to Jason, inspecting him. Green eyes stared at him, her sky-blue skin reflecting off the sun. She wore blue jeans and a red shirt. A salamence could be seen on her shirt. Glasses covered her eyes. “Short…skinny…though he seems to be full of wisdom according to his school resume. Typically we’d put you in Bagon classes but you seem like you aren't able handle tougher situations. We’ll put you in Salamence House, the lowest house. I’m Samanthina.” She muttered. Giving him a thumbs up, she walked away. Blinking, Jason stared after her. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ he thought to himself.
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