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Anyways, on topic, here is Chapter One. Enjoy, and remember to comment, criticize but NO SPAM PLZ!!!
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~*~Chapter One: The Prophecy~*~
Forty-nine years later…
Sam Carlston was going to see the Prophet. She had been instructed to do so by a dream she had had, a dream about Mew and a large beast. A dream about Mew’s death…
Sam Carlston was fifteen, her hair a coffee-brown colour reaching just past her shoulders. It had been tied back, but no effort had been made to make it look presentable. Her eyes were emerald green; they seemed to sparkle whenever light hit them, like an emerald itself. She was good looking, her face had a few freckles, but not too many, and she was average height.
Sam Carlston was not a girl’s girl, though; she was more of a tomboy. She preferred hanging out with the male population, reading comic books and playing video games. That was her life. She wasn’t into make-up, gossipy magazines like
Who Weekly and one thing was for sure, she definitely wasn’t popular. She was part of the “guys,” despised by the “popular” group at school, led by the *****y Geneva Marellis. Geneva had moved from Celadon City in Kanto to come to the “exclusive” Laurel Wreath Grammar School, and had quickly become the leader of the “popular” group, purely because of her attitude, and of course, her looks.
She
was good looking, but she was more of the stereotypical good-looking, popular girl. Her hair was blonde, of course, with a few different coloured streaks in her hair, mainly brown and a reddish colour, and it was cut quite short, just below the shoulders. Her eyes were gold; apparently it had been because her father’s side of the family had been married into the family of King William III, who were not only famous because they were royalty, but because they had eyes that were
gold.
This having been said, Geneva was considered royalty by both students and teachers alike, but other than that, she was very ordinary. Nothing was special about her. Sam, on the other hand,
was special. Her dreams predicted the future, and she saw visions from the past. That is why she was visiting the Prophet. The Prophet believed that she was the
Chosen One , meaning that she would one day take over the Prophet’s duty, and pass the “power” on to her children.
Recently her dreams had become much more vivid. The landscapes were more detailed, instead of looking like a water colour painting done by an eight year old, they looked as if a professional artist had done them. In her last dream-the one with Mew’s death-she had seen much more than ever beyond, as if she were a film camera following them.
It had started off with Mew getting chased by a beast, then eventually stopping to face the creature. They had talked, but she couldn’t figure out what was being said, and then the beast struck Mew, before killing him. One thing she did notice, however, was the necklace. It had hung from the neck of the beast, before being ripped off and thrown to the ground. Just before Mew had died, the necklace
rose from the ground, and a locket on the end-shaped like a heart- broke into two, before both the pieces disappeared. It was just after this that Mew died, and the beast left.
The strange thing was, however, the heart that was broken looked like her own. She had half a heart tied on a piece of string that she hung on her neck. It was found by her mother before she passed away, and she had worn it ever since she had died.
The other half had not been given to her. She had never even seen it.
As she walked, she noticed that her clothes were scraping against many thorns protruding from the many branches that hung quite low on the side of the path. Her black cargo pants had already been torn; a large hole now bared the white skin on her left leg, and her white top had been torn in two places, on her right side, and the sleeve on her left had been ripped off by a particularly sharp thorn. The sleeve now hung around two hundred meters away, still stuck on the thorn that had violently torn in from its shirt.
The path wasn’t well made; in fact it was probably one of the worst in the city. It was as if some tar was poured along, and a few pebbles thrown in to make it look more attractive. It was very bumpy, as it hadn’t been compacted. Quite often you could find a large rock stuck in the middle of it, no one had bothered to buy a good quality pebble mix, instead they probably opted for the cheaper mix-just to save a bit of money.
The Prophet did not live in the city, instead he lived in a small shack, just outside the city. It was situated in the “country” area of the city. “Country” meaning that it had more grass and trees and Pokémon than the city, and its surrounding areas.
Sam could see the shack as she continued along the path. The sun was now high in the sky, it was almost noon. As she walked, the sun glared down harshly on the landscape, causing many of the creatures that inhabited the area to hide in the shadows, escaping the extreme heat.
The shack itself wasn’t anything spectacular, instead it was more of a “renovator’s delight,” meaning that a lot could be done to it to make it look good. It was made of timber logs that had been cut down from the Viridian Forest, and imported into Johto, especially for the Prophet. He was a very picky person, and if he didn’t have it exactly his way, he was likely to go into deep meditation, without talking to anyone until it happened. It was his way of throwing a tantrum, giving people the silent treatment, while using meditation as an excuse.
The roof had many holes in it, probably from the many creatures that climbed atop it and nested there. Once a Teddiursa had climbed onto the roof and fallen through, landing on the Prophet as he slept. It was said that the Prophet cursed for an hour, while trying to think what to do with the creature. It was young, and probably didn’t have a mother or father, so he decided to keep it. The Teddiursa soon became known as Ted, as he looked like a teddy bear.
The front garden was overgrown with native plants; vines and orchids climbed the house, while two large oak trees covered a small white gazebo. This was where the Prophet would sit and meditate. This was where you would go if you were troubled. That was the exact reason Sam Carlston was going to visit the Prophet. She was troubled. Troubled by the dreams she had been having, troubled by their meanings.
“Welcome, Sam” the Prophet said as she approached. His eyes were closed, his face looked peaceful. The Prophet was meditating.
“I’ve been expecting you” he said, not moving an inch.
“I thought you might say that” Sam replied, taking a seat in front of the Prophet, looking directly at him. His face showed his age, his skin was wrinkled, his lips were chapped. He looked like a regular old man, with white hair, and a goatee.
“You wish to know about your dreams” he said, suddenly opening his eyes. They were a luminous red; it was as if rubies had turned to liquid in his eyes.
“Yes, yes I do” Sam replied, eager for a response.
“Well, they have great meaning, young Sam. I think it is time I told you about the Prophecy. I believe it is time for all to be revealed” and with that the Prophet suddenly rose, and walked into the shack. His body posture gave the impression that he knew he was important, and he did not stray from what he was to do.
Sam followed him inside the shack; it was the first time she had been there. Inside there were many books stacked on shelves made out of a darker timber than that of the walls. They were all based on history, on legends and myths, on enlightenment. It seemed as if the Prophet had every kind of book there. She could even see the latest addition of
Who Weekly on the wooden coffee table. She gave the Prophet a “you-can’t-be-serious” look, to which he replied, “What? I like to know what is happening to famous people around the world” and shrugged his shoulders. After the incident, he quickly went back to what he had come to do, and quickly read the spine of each book, running his finger along each one.
When he came to the third book on the third row on the third shelf he smiled and pulled a large book out. He blew the cover, releasing thousands of dust particles into the dimly-lit room, before opening the book.
“This is
Prophecy: Mew and the Beast . If my visions are correct, Sam, your visions have quite a lot to do with this prophecy” and with that he began to read, quickly turning the pages. Within five minutes he had read the whole book.
“I was right…” he said, sighing, “This is much worse than I could imagine…”
“What? What is?” Sam asked. She was genuinely interested now.
“Well, forty-nine years ago, as you should know, the legendary creature Mew was slain by an unknown beast, and before he died he broke the heart that hung from the necklace worn by the beast. The two pieces were hidden from the beast, and according to the Prophecy, the two who hold the pieces must gather on the fiftieth anniversary of Mew’s death, and join the two pieces together. “The Heart of Desire” is what it’s called when joined, and it is said that this is the only way to rid the world of the beast. If you fail to do so, it is said that the beast will strike again, killing the last known Peace Guardian, Ho-Oh, king of the Skies. If this happens, then the world will descend into chaos.”
“What? Let me see that?” Sam said, and the Prophet handed the book to her. She began to read.
~*~Mew’s Prophecy~*~
On the twenty-first of July, 1956, the legendary Pokémon Mew was hunted down and slain by a creature only known as the beast.
It is said that the beast had a necklace hanging from its neck, at the end of it hung a locket in the shape of a heart. This is known as the Heart of Desire. It is said that before Mew was murdered, he broke the locket into two using his powers, and hid them in two parts of the world. It is unknown where they ended up, but it is hoped that beast will be unable to find them.
It is also said that Mew is one of the three Peace Guardians, being in Alliance with Ho-Oh, King of the Skies, and Kyogre, Lord of the Ocean. Mew, Keeper of the Land, had in his possession a great power. He held the power to change the sun and moon, known as Sol and Luna. With this power he created the Pokémon, Lunatone and Solrock, who were originally created as Mew’s aides, but this was short lived.
Exactly twenty years after they had been created, Lunatone and Solrock were corrupted by a creature known as the beast. The beast is said to once have been human, and turned only into the beast after making a pact with the Emperor of the Underworld, Karlese (see diagram 15).
Sam looked at the diagram. A picture had been drawn of Karlese; it was like a Chimaera, with the head of a lion, body of a goat and tail of a serpent. There was one thing different, though. Karlese had wings, not those of a bird, but they looked as if they belonged to an insect, most probably a Dragonfly.
“Keep reading” the Prophet said, beckoning Sam to read once again.
The beast made the pact after its family was slain by Karlese, after betraying him. The pact was that in order for his life, the beast would do whatever Karlese wished. This was easy for Karlese, of course, as he needed the Peace Guardians to be eradicated in order for him to reign over the world.
It was then that the human became a beast, with the task of destroying the Peace Guardians, Mew, Ho-Oh and Kyogre. The first was easy, Mew. It was known to Karlese that Mew was hiding in the Ilex Forest, Johto, with the creature known as Celebi.
After giving chase for many days, the last three hours of Mew’s life was recorded in his mind, and stored for the Prophet’s of Kanto, Johto and Hoenn to one day realize the danger, and search for the Chosen Ones.
The heart was stored with enough power to destroy the beast, and when it was hidden, Mew hoped that the power would one day be released, and stop the destruction of the Earth.
It is said that the two pieces would fall into the hands of two Johto children, a male and a female, and then they would team together. The pieces can be seen in figure 17 and 18.
Sam glanced at the two figures. Sure enough, the two pieces were there in a detailed drawing. Looking at Figure 17, Sam gasped.
“Yes, that is correct” the Prophet said, smiling slightly.
Sam pulled the heart piece from her neck and placed it next to the drawing.
“T-they’re exactly the same…” she whispered.
“Yes, Sam. You are one of the Chosen One’s. Now keep reading,” the Prophet said.
Sam looked at the book, the picture of her locket swirling in her head. The next section had been written quite recently, some of the ink was still wet.
The Prophecy predicts that exactly fifty years after the death of Mew, the beast will go after the next Guardian, Ho-Oh. If the two do not unleash the power of the Heart of Desire, then the world will perish. The fate of the world is in the hands of the two children.
Sam closed the book, and looked at the Prophet.
“That was confusing…” she said, “It said there are three Peace Guardians, then if Ho-Oh is slain, wouldn’t Kyogre remain, and protect the world?”
“Good question, Sam, but sadly, no that is not true. You see, ten years ago Kyogre’s power was stripped from him, meaning that Ho-Oh remains the one last Peace Guardian… When he is killed, that is all the Guardians gone. That means…”
“No more Earth. Why was Kyogre stripped of his power?” Sam asked.
“Well, it is unknown why, but it is known that it had something to do with a scroll and a young girl, who will now be quite old. I suggest that you leave soon; you must fulfill this Prophecy on the fiftieth anniversary, exactly one year from now. The world rests in your hands…”
“What about the other piece? It said that the two were hidden in different parts of the world. Then it says that two Johto children will join together. How is that possible?” Sam asked.
“Well, it’s quite simple really; it’s just a matter of importing goods from other parts of the world...”
“So basically this was an imported piece, now belonging to some rich kid?” she asked.
“Possibly not a rich kid, but yes, that I believe is correct.”
“How am I supposed to leave? My parents won’t let me go.”
“They must not know. You must tell no one, you must go in secret. Do you understand?” the Prophet asked.
“Secret... Well, I guess so… it kinda sucks though…”
The Prophet smiled, “it’s okay, Sam. You are allowed to be scared. I have some basic supplies for you, money, clothes a bag, everything you’d need. It’d be like your own journey, except no gym battles.”
“Not really, I don’t have my own Pokémon…” Sam replied.
“Easily fixed” the Prophet said, reaching for the coffee table. “Here, take this.” He took a small silver ball from the table, giving it to Sam. “This is a Pokémon for you. I had Professor Elm collect it for me. I’m terribly sorry if it’s not what you wanted… Go on, release it!”
Sam pressed the small black button in the centre of the ball, causing it to enlarge.
“How did you get a ball like this?” she asked.
“It’s a prototype, known as the Plain Ball. Now show me what’s inside!” the Prophet said.
Sam threw the ball gently into the air, as it rotated, the ball split open, a white light gushed from the inside, gathering together and forming a shape, before floating to the ground and disappearing. In its place stood a small dark blue creature, with four or five bright green leaves protruding from its head. It had two small, red eyes, and no arms. It only had feet.
“Awwww! It’s a cute little Oddish!” Sam squealed. She picked the Pokémon up, and hugged it gently. It squirmed in delight, before suddenly popping out and landing on its back.
“Oddish!” it said, standing up, and shaking itself like a dog. The leaves on its head rustled a little, and it began to jump up and down.
“Odd-ish! Odd-ish! Odd-ish!” it said, continuing to jump.
“Okay, okay! Come here!” Sam said, allowing the small Oddish into her arms.
“You need to practice battling. I am sure you will encounter many on your journey” the Prophet said, before leading Sam and Oddish outside into his backyard. It was quite small, with a small concrete court.
“This is where we will battle” he said, standing at the opposite end to Sam. He pulled a normal pokéball from his pocket, enlarging it.
“Go Sentret!” he cried, releasing the ball. A small, ferret-like Pokémon appeared. It was brown, and stood on the end of its tail, which had many dark brown rings on it. It had large ears, and it looked very cuddly.
“Erm… Go Oddish?” Sam said. She had no idea what to do. She had never battled before. Being fifteen, she missed out on the Pokémon Elite Four Challenge. That was only for ten year olds. When she was ten, she wasn’t allowed to go. Her parents did not trust her. That was a year before her mother died.
Oddish stumbled forward, ready to fight. It was clear to both the Prophet and Sam that it had never battled before. Sentret, on the other hand, looked like a killing machine. It was ready to go, standing impatiently for the Oddish to get itself ready.
“Alright, Sentret, start it with a Tackle!” the Prophet said. The small Pokémon curled itself into a ball, before rolling rapidly towards Oddish. Just before it hit, it uncurled itself, stretching its paws forwards, smashing into Oddish. Both Pokémon were sent flying backwards, but it was Oddish that had been hurt. It struggled to get up.
“Oddish! Use…um…Sleep Powder, if you can!” Sam yelled unconvincingly. She knew that Oddish, being a grass-type Pokémon would most probably know sleep powder, or a status inducing attack.
Oddish nodded in agreement, unsure of whether it could do the attack, before ruffling its leaves, releasing a cloud of cherry-coloured dust, which, carried by the wind, swept forward and shrouded the Sentret. As the particles fell to the ground, it was clear that the ferret Pokémon was well and truly asleep.
“Good! You used a status inflicting move!” the Prophet cried.
“Thanks” Sam said, managing a smile before yelling, “Now Absorb!”
She didn't know why she said it, but somehow, it felt right. Sure enough, Oddish’s body began glowing gently. Slowly the body of the sleeping Sentret began glowing in time with Oddish, meaning that Oddish was draining the health of Sentret to replace its own. Soon afterwards both Pokémon stopped glowing.
“Okay Sentret! Wake up!” the Prophet yelled, causing the Sentret to suddenly wake and ready itself for battle again. “Slam!” he yelled.
The Sentret rushed forwards, its body gaining momentum as it went. “Oddish, dodge!” Sam yelled. Oddish stepped clumsily out of the way, causing the Sentret to hit a nearby tree.
“Now use Tackle!” Sam cried, seeing if the Oddish knew the attack. Most Pokémon had the same attacks when they first started, it was either scratch or tackle. Seeing as Oddish had no arms to scratch with, she assumed that the other would work.
She was right.
The blue Pokémon ran forward, striking the Sentret from behind, causing it to hit the same tree again.
“Sentret…No! Don’t you faint!” the Prophet cried. Sentret, obeying its master’s orders, did not faint. Instead, it slowly stood up, and readied itself for battle once again.
“Alright, take it down with Fury Swipes!” the Prophet bellowed. Sentret bobbed its head, before rushing forward once again. Claws outstretched, they began to glow a metallic blue, before striking Sam’s Oddish four times, each time the slash getting more powerful. Once Sentret had finished, Oddish began swaying slowly, before crashing to the ground, unconscious.
“Good Sentret. Return.” Muttered the Prophet, and the small ferret disappeared into its pokéball.
“Oddish return” Sam said, and the lifeless Pokémon disappeared into its unusual looking ball.
“You shall get much, much better” the Prophet told Sam as they entered the shack once again, “I can sense it.”
Sam managed a smile, and the Prophet sat down. “Well,” he said, “What are you waiting for? You must leave at nightfall! Prepare yourself!”
Sam didn’t need to be told twice, and with that she left with the bag the Prophet had prepared for her, and walked home to get the rest of her belongings.
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-SB ;001;
