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The Price of Freedom (rated pg)

Chareon

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Well, here is my first attempt at a fic, I do hope it is well liked...

One thing first though, I dont claim the rights to Pokemon or anything, but I do claim the rights to my story plot, my characters, and my idea. So dont steal it or I shall have to bite your head off! *bares teeth*

Glad I got that out of the way... whew *wipes brow* I really do hate that. Now, on to the story. Hope you like it!

Intro rating = pg... nothing, zip, nada bad in this one...

Introduction

“What should we do?”

Sitting in the living room of a small house were two men, one much older, and a woman, obviously pregnant.

“I don’t know. We said we would put a stop to all of this!” the younger man replied to his wife.

“This child may be granted powers beyond your wildest dreams and you’re trying to stop it,” ranted the old man, “You know it skips a generation and that’s why you’re worrying. Why my grandfather, he could...”

“Quiet father, we’re thinking,” interrupted the younger man. Turning to his wife, he said in a much gentler voice, “Is it a boy?”

“No,” she answered, with hope in her eyes, “Maybe...” She trailed off, barely daring to hope.

The young man turned to his father, “Has there ever been a woman in our family with the power?” he inquired.

“No,” answered the old man, suddenly looking much older as his expression turned sad, “and I had hoped for a grandchild able to do this.” He suddenly raised his hand, concentrating hard, as an ice cube started to form in midair. The son and his wife gasped as it fell to the floor with a clatter.

“How do you do that?” asked the son curiously.

“I compacted the water vapor in the air then froze it,” he answered crankily. “You do know I have the ice...”

“Shhh!” The woman looked toward the window, scared of being overheard.

“Its okay, no one heard.” The husband reached over and fondly patted his wife’s round stomach. “Now we have nothing to worry about.” The husband and his wife smiled happily, but the old man continued to look sad.

“She could still have the power you know! Maybe I’ve forgotten a girl ancestor or something...”

The young man laughed, “Face it, Dad, we’re going to have a nice, normal kid.”

...If only they knew...


I know, I know, cliche last line but it really sets everything off... There has been no mention of Pokemon yet but dont worry, there will be next chapter! Let me know how you like it and tell me if there are any mistakes I missed... Cant wait to hear replys, so please post!

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Chareon

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Please don't double post, and.. :p It isn't really nessecary to put in those smileys at the begenning and end of your posts.

Well, it was really short. o_O; It fit in my browser page. Er.. I don't really see where the plot is going right now, but it's obvious what's going to happen. Girl is born, girl is psychic, something happens, she can read pokemons' minds, etc... :/ Giving people special powers have always been a pet-peeve of mine... description was lackluster, as well. :/ Where are they again?.. a warehouse? a hospital? team rocket headquarters? Hm. Well, since I have Alzheimers, I forgot... you'd best describe better, or I may forget someones' name... D:"

~LL

Um... ya, I really did not mean to do that, I pressed stop because I had made a mistake then tried again and it accidentally double posted. Yes, the introduction is short, because it is, well, an introduction... Also, The introduction was supposed to leave a lot unsaid... so I didnt describe everything as normal...Oh, and whatever you think is going to happen is completely wrong, so please just be patient ;) The smilies are just for fun you know, just because I have a sense of humor. Glad I have someone replying... Keep reading!!
;196; ~ Chareon
 
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Hakuryuu

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It is terribly short. It needs more description. It's good for a first try though.
 

Chareon

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Chapter 1!

Chancake said:
It is terribly short. It needs more description. It's good for a first try though.

Yes, its short, but once again, its only the introduction, here's (the much awaited) Chapter 1... Thanks for the replies, hope you like this Chapter!

Rating: Pg... nothing bad...

Chapter 1


A young girl, possibly six in age, was walking in a forest. It was impossible to tell who she was because she was walking with her back turned. Suddenly, a pink, flying, cat-like Pokèmon flew out of the trees and confronted her, giggling. As the awed girl reached out with her hand to touch her, Mew took her by surprise by reaching out with her short, stubby arm and poking her in the middle of her forehead. As Mew flew away, giggling again, the words echoed around in her mind: “You are marked. We will meet again someday”. Suddenly the girl became frightened, and as she turned around to run away...

I awakened with a start, sweating and breathing heavily. It was the same way I had awakened on every birthday since I was seven, but this time my dream was different. Every birthday, I had gotten progressively further in my dream, and last time I had ended with Mew’s words. But this time...

“Happy Birthday, Miyah!” I nearly fell out of bed as I was ‘awakened’ by my parents, my grandpa, and my best friend. My thoughts shattered, I yelled happily as I saw Jaymi. Being 6 months older than me, she had left on a quest on her 14 birthday. I had not seen her since. She brushed a strand of her wispy blond hair out of her face and laughed at my surprise. One of the things I had always loved about Jaymi was her laugh. People say yawns are the most contagious thing there is, and I agree, but Jaymi’s laugh is a definite runner-up.

I jumped out of bed and hugged her, commenting, “Wow, you look different! Have you caught any Pokèmon yet?”

“Yeah, I've caught a few!”

I was about to ask what they were when my dad interrupted, “Hey, how come we don’t get a hug?” He gestured to himself and to my mom and grandpa, who were trying there best to look depressed. They weren’t doing a very good job though, because they were overjoyed at how happy I was to see Jaymi. I rushed over and gave them each a big hug in turn.

“So,” my grandpa said when I hugged him, “are you ready for some big adventures?”

“Yeah,” my mom agreed, “what starter Pokèmon are you gonna get?”

My parents had never been very over-protective, actually quite the opposite. They always wanted me to be happy, and when I asked for something, they obliged, although not to the point where I was spoiled. When, on my twelfth birthday, I couldn't go on a quest because of the new law, they were as depressed as I was. But now, on my fourteenth birthday, they were happy, even though I was leaving. As I reflected on it, my parents were the best a kid could ask for. I was sad to be leaving them, but not sad enough to keep me from leaving.

“Do you still wanna get a Squirtle, like me?” Jaymi asked. We had both decided at twelve that, even though in Hoenn, a Squirtle wasn’t a traditional starter, we would both get one when we came of age.

“Sure do!” I answered. I had always been fascinated with water Pokèmon, and the bluish turtle seemed like fun.

“Like my Squirtle?” Jaymi took out one of her four pokèballs and released her Squirtle, “Come on out, Splash!”

When the water Pokèmon materialized from the red energy that had just shot out of the pokèball, I was slightly disappointed. It was way smaller than I had imagined it, with an absurdly round head and a hooked beak.

“Wow, it’s cute!” I commented in a strained voice. Luckily Jaymi didn’t notice my lack of enthusiasm because she was pulling out her other three Pokèballs.

“Go: Skitty, Wingull, Murkrow!” she called as the corresponding Pokèmon burst out of their balls in red flashes of light.

A cute pink and cream kitten popped out of one of the balls, soon followed by a flat-looking seagull and a pitch black crow with an odd looking feather formation on its head like a witches hat.

As soon as Murkrow came out of its ball, I had a strange feeling... almost like hatred combined with fear. It was almost like I had hidden instincts which decided to come forth at that moment. Then, a shroud of red mist blinded me, and I knew no more, except for an intense fury, and a strange burning sensation in my eyes...

o_O cliffhanger... Please reply !
;196; ~Chareon

EDIT: Sooo sorry, this chapter came out way shorter than it was supposed to, it's a couple pages in MW, but dont worry, the next chapter is much longer... Sorry!
 
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Xiang

Well-Known Member
Please put your little afternotes after the chappie or before...

anywayz i liek <3 ur story !!!1111one11one!

JK, I love it, I really do. Don't push yourself over the edge when comes to length, you're doing fine. Would you mind PMing for the next chappie?

-Pichu gurl ;172;
 

Chibi Pika

Stay positive
Eepage, teh double postage willz get yous in twouble, 'couzin! X[

Okay, random lack-of-grammar-moment aside, I am here, after already sending that big long advice PM of doom when you already seem to have everything figured out. >>


Well, well, not bad, the first chapter certainly was a step up from the intro and you've got the characters set up. Two pages actually meets the limit, but peopel tend to complain if it's any less than four (I'm not, I like short chappies. I have a short attention span. XP)

Can't comment much on the storyline since it's just starting, although I can see that the journey won't end being another run-of-the-mill badge hunt. Lookin forward to the next chappie, and feel free to PM for any questions or advice.

~Chibi~;249-d;
 

Chareon

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Like I said (or did I?) it was a total accident that I double posted, I really didnt mean to, or want to... Well anyways, thanks for reviewing and I will try to make the chapters longer... Thanks alot for the helpful PM Chibi Pika! It was helpful (<--case of minor writer's block)!!

Oh, and I know this doesnt apply to all of you, but if you come to critisize, please leave, if you come to edit and enjoy, then YAY! Sorry, had to get that off of my chest...

Well, here's Chapter 2, yay, a long one at last!! I combine a couple of Chapters so I won't have such a problem anymore :) Anyone who can find where they were combined gets a smile ;) And an extra smile if you can help with the transition :p

Rating: lalalaa nothing really bad...

Chapter 2



When I next became conscious, I couldn't see, or move. I didn’t know what happened, but strangely enough, I didn’t care. All I could think about was my dream. The thing that had startled me the most about it was that I was that girl. I realized, in my semi-conscious state, that my dream wasn’t a dream at all, but a memory. Everything started to come back as though a strange force was pulling the thoughts from the farthest regions of my brain and putting them in front of me to see.

I had been six years old, and had awakened in the middle of the night in a thickly wooded area. I figured that I had been sleepwalking, so I decided to go home as quickly as possible so my parents wouldn’t worry. As I turned to leave, I thought I had heard something, sort of... a giggle. I turned back to investigate, and that’s where my dream came in.

I stopped to think of what Mew had said. I could understand the part about meeting again; perhaps she would come see me some day. But what I just didn’t get was that I was marked. How was I marked?

Suddenly, I realized I could see slightly through the all enveloping blackness, though it was just a slit at the top of my face. I could also move. I was about to reach up and remove the blindfold when I heard voices.

I had never really eavesdropped before but I figured these circumstances could warrant a little bit of it.

I heard Grandpa laughing fit to burst, and this stood out to me considering my parents tones of voice.

“She has the power!” said Dad.

“What are we going to do?” said Mom.

“There’s nothing we can do except have grandpa explain everything to her.”

I just couldn't take the suspense any more. I ripped off my blindfold and sat up, at which time everyone gasped in surprise that I was awake. “Explain what?” I demanded, “What’s going on here?!”

“Honey, just let Grandpa explain okay? Everything will make sense in a little while.”

I turned to Grandpa. “Well?”

Grandpa wiped the tears of joy from his face and smiled at her. “This will take a while, so you might as well sit back and relax.”

I obliged. I was too curious to do anything else.

“Long ago...” My grandpa started to tell his tale with these exact words; the same he had started every other story he told me with. “...a group of scientists got together and figured that they could make a race of super humans by implanting Pokèmon DNA in them. Everything failed, until one scientist mentioned that perhaps they should use the DNA of all Pokèmon and inject it into humans. Everyone scorned the idea because if you went and put too much DNA that wasn’t a human’s into a human, they would develop traits undesired for humans to have. The scientist who proposed this left the others in search of the one Pokèmon who could fulfill his wish. Can you guess which that one was Miyah?”

“Mew,” I breathed, finally understanding. They say Mew is the mother of all Pokèmon, holding all of the different Pokèmons’ DNA within her small body.

“Yes,” my grandpa smiled, proud I had worked it out so fast. “The scientist succeeded in getting a bit of Mew’s DNA and injecting it into three unrelated embryos. But the scientist’s work failed you see, or so he thought. The three embryos turned out to be normal humans, and the scientist died thinking his life was a failure. But, the three people’s children, on the other hand, each had an element that they had a sort of control over, just like Pokèmon.”

“Oh, I see, so I am one of the people who has Pokèmon powers? That means...” I thought hard. “... so do you! What element did you get?”

He smiled, raised his hand, concentrated hard, formed an ice cube in midair, caught it in his hand and handed it to me.

“Ice, I assume? What type am I then?”

“You, my dear, are the one and only Psychic-type human!” he responded, grinning.

“What’s so special about Psychic anyways?” I asked. “And how come I am the only one?”

“You have already answered your first question.”

It was then that I realized how stupid my first question was, and although didn’t show how embarrassed I felt as I asked, “Well then what about my second question?”

“Alas,” came his answer, “I have no idea.” Such a helpful answer!

I thought for a second about what I had forgotten to think about earlier, and then asked, “What happened earlier? I can't remember.”

“You went berserk,” he said simply. “All Pokèmon of one type will always have a deep-rooted hatred for any Pokèmon whose type is stronger than its own, such as fire hating water. Your instincts were aroused by the feeling of a dark-type Pokèmon weaker than you, so you tried to attack it. Your parents are explaining everything to Jaymi as we speak so she shouldn’t be that mad at you for nearly savaging her Murkrow.”

“I see,” I said, “but what exactly happened? What could I have done to a Pokèmon?”

“Well,” said her grandpa, chewing on his shirt collar, just like he always does when he’s agitated. Whatever I had done, must have been really bad. “Your eyes started to glow, first the blue glow of a psychic Pokèmon powering up, then, the light turned red, and everything in the room was lifted up and started swirling around the room in a vortex around you and Murkrow, then you kind of...” He trailer off, swallowed, then said, “... directed all of the furniture and such at Murkrow, burying it, then you turned on us and the same thing would have happened to us if your quick thinking mom hadn’t snuck up behind you and blindfolded you. Then you just kind of... fainted, just like an overworked Pokèmon, so we brought you back here, to your room.”

“I'm sorry.” I said pathetically.

“Don’t worry,” said my grandpa with a grin, “when I first encountered a low leveled fire Pokèmon, I froze everyone and everything around in a twenty foot radius.”

“So it’s normal?” I asked, relieved.

“That part is!” said grandpa, “Here's the catch though: some scientists would kill to experiment on us, which we can't let happen. You must never tell anyone about or show anyone your powers.”

I sat there, kind of just thinking about everything, until I realized my Grandpa was staring at me expectantly, although I didn’t quite know what he expected.

“Okay, enough with the boring story-telling; let’s boogie down to the Professor’s and get you started on your journey!” said my dad, barging in, always the awkward silence saver.

“Yay!” I said, happy once again, “but where’s Jaymi? I want to apologize.”

I found Jaymi in the wrecked living room, perched on the edge of an overturned sofa. I approached her cautiously, suddenly afraid.

The moment she turned around and saw me, I burst into uncontrollable tears and rushed over to her and hugged her, sobbing and apologizing over and over again. I could never remember feeling so embarrassed in front of Jaymi in my life. We had always accepted each others mistakes with a laugh and a smile, although this time I wasn’t too sure. I had almost killed her Murkrow.

“Hey, Miyah, it’s okay, I forgive you!”

I gave a start and looked at her. “Really?”

“That’s what friends are for!” she replied, smiling. “Now let’s go get your Pokèmon!”

Like it? Please reply!!
;196; ~Chareon
 

Xiang

Well-Known Member
Yes I like it! Length was mcuh better. ^^

I also like the hating Pokemon with type advantages. In Chapter One at it first I didn't know what was happening. And the injected DNA idea was interesting too. I would like to how this relates to "Price of Freedom" in the future, I am liking this better and better. ^^

Thanks for the PM!

-Mizu ;144;
 

Chareon

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Chapter 3

mizu_gal said:
Yes I like it! Length was mcuh better. ^^

I also like the hating Pokemon with type advantages. In Chapter One at it first I didn't know what was happening. And the injected DNA idea was interesting too. I would like to how this relates to "Price of Freedom" in the future, I am liking this better and better. ^^

Thanks for the PM!

-Mizu ;144;

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Yay! I'm glad you like it! The Price of Freedom Title is related to the last line of the story (Yes, I know it but I haven't actually gotten there yet) although it will make sense before then.
Well, here's Chapter 3, I thought this one was amusing, but that was just my opinion, I will wait for replies later.

Rating: PG, as always

Chapter 3


As we drove north to see the Professor, I was still trying to decide which starter I wanted. I knew that Squirtle would be one of my top choices, along with Cyndaquil. Although I didn’t much like Cyndaquil, I loved its evolution, Quilava.

Most Professors only have three choices for starting Pokèmon, but I was lucky enough to have parents that would drive me to the only one that has all nine. The drive was long, but at least we didn’t have to fly to another continent.

“Aren't we there yet?” Ever the impatient one, my grandfather complained for what seemed the hundredth time.

“Actually, yes,” our navigator, Jaymi, surprised us by saying. “His driveway is just a couple miles away to the right.”

“Finally!” I said, excited to be one step closer to leaving on my journey.

A couple of minutes later, we had pulled up to the professor’s house after his long, winding driveway.

As soon as I jumped out of the car, I ran up to the Professors door and knocked excitedly three times.

“Yes?” He said as he opened the door. “Ah yes, Miyah, I presume? Come on in.”

I grinned at my parents as we walked into a foyer-like room.

“Miyah, come with me. The rest of you are free to make yourself at home right here,” the Professor said, beckoning me to follow him into an adjoining room.

“Sit right there,” he ordered, “while I release the pokèballs in front of you.”

“Okay,” I said, smiling at him.

He returned the smile before turning and taking some pokèballs out of a box. His smile immediately disappeared as he counted them. “Um, I believe I'm missing Cyndaquil, is that okay? If you want, I can reorder one but it will take me a couple of weeks.”

“That’s okay, Professor,” I said, because even though Cyndaquil was one of my top choices, I didn’t want to have to postpone my journey for one.

“Oh, good,” the professor said, releasing the eight pokèballs at once, “Well, take your time!”

The first Pokèmon to emerge was a Chicorita, a light-green colored dinosaur Pokèmon with a leaf on its head and a necklace of flower buds sprouting on its neck.

Next to emerge was a blue bipedal crocodile Pokèmon. As soon as the Totodile came out, the Chicorita turned and whacked Totodile harshly on the head with its leaf. After blinking a couple of times to clear its head, the Totodile turned and clamped its sharp teeth on Chicorita’s leg.

While this was happening, the three Hoenn starters had emerged from their Pokèballs and also started fighting; the Torchic used Ember on Treeko, Treeko used Bullet Seed on Mudkip, and Mudkip used Water Gun on Torchic.

Since these attacks were all super-affective on the Pokèmon they were used on, all three Hoenn starters winded up fainting.

“Oh, dear!” exclaimed the Professor, “I'm so sorry! I forgot to send this batch out one at a time!” As the Professor said this, he dropped the last three Pokèballs on the ground, and cursed as they popped open.

Out of one of the Pokèballs came Bulbasaur, a blue frog with a bulb on its back. The Bulbasaur immediately sent out long vines and started to try to pull the Totodile and Chicorita apart.

Out of the next, finally, was the Squirtle. To my disappointment, it turned its back on the melee, curled up, and started sleeping.

Last to come out was a bipedal orange lizard with large expressive eyes and a small fire on the end of its tail. Unlike the rest of the Pokèmon, the Charmander turned its attention to me. Its expression seemed to say, “Please pick me! Just get me away from them, and I promise I will do anything for you! I will love you, and if it is your wish, I will fight for you until my last breath leaves my dying body!”

I gasped as I heard this, for I realized that the Charmander really had said that. I was just wondering why I understood, because I had never taken any Pokèspeech lessons, but some loud laughing behind me interrupted my thoughts.

I turned around to behold that my family and Jaymi had heard the ruckus and come to see what was happening.

I tried my best to make myself heard over their laughter as I called, “Professor!” then louder, “PROFESSOR!!”

At which point he stopped chasing Chicorita around the room and panted, “Yes?”

“I’ll take the Charmander,” I said, deciding on the spur of the moment.

“Phew,” he sighed, recalling the other Pokèmon. “Now I can get you your license and your Pokèdex. Come on, you two, follow me.” He beckoned to Charmander and me.

Charmander shot me a look of pure happiness and gratitude as we made our way into the next room, which contained boxes of Pokèdexes along with two computer-like machines. The Professor walked over to one of the machines and started typing.

“How do you spell your name?” he asked, still typing.

“M-i-y-a-h,” I said, then, as an afterthought, “A-s-e-n-t-i”

“Okay,” he said, “What is your birthday?”

“March 1st, 2021”

“Hold on,” The Professor had been typing this information down on the computer as I spoke. A whirring sound was emitted from the machine, and then a disk popped out of it. The Professor took the disk, grabbed one of the many Pokèdex lying on the table, and proceeded to scan the disk into the Pokèdex.

“Here you go, Miyah,” he said, handing me my Pokèdex. “Your pin number is 030121130047.”

I stared at the number on the screen for a moment before I realized that the first part of the number was my birthday. The Professor noticed me staring blankly at the rest of it.

“You are the thirteenth person (13) to get a Charmander (004) from me (7).” He explained, pointing to each part in turn.

He then recalled the Charmander to its Pokèball and held it out in front of the Pokèdex. The Pokèdex made a beeping noise as the Charmander’s stats were shown. A strange female mechanical voice read them off, “Charmander, male, level 5, moves known: Scratch, Growl, and Tackle. Charmander is the Lizard Pokèmon. Obviously prefers hot places. When it rains, steam is said to sprout from the tip of its tail.”

“Could you turn the voice off for me before we go please? It’s quite annoying.”

The Professor laughed as he turned a switch at the back of the Pokèdex. “Sure thing. Come now, its time for you to go. I have another appointment in a couple of minutes.” He escorted me back into the foyer-like room, which now seemed to me to be a cleverly disguised waiting room. My family and Jaymi had evidently come back in after seeing the ‘incident’ and were now standing up and shaking the Professor’s hand.

“Bye!” We called, as we got into the car and drove off towards home, so I could gather the rest of my stuff and leave on my Pokèmon journey.

End Chapter 3

Yes, I realize that I put level 5 in there, and I implore you to understand that levels are like your age in my story. For instance: Charmander evolves at level 16, just as we grow up a bit at age 13, get my point?

Getting past that, please reply all of you loyal readers *snorts* er... well, anyways, please reply and point out any mistakes that I may have made.
Thanks!
;196; ~Chareon
 
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Xiang

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Can't say much, I loved it. But when the professor sighed it should be "Phew" and not "few", but no biggie. ^^

Yay! charmander! I love all the fire starters. Funny how all the Hoenn starters popped out and BOOM! just went dead after attacking. ^^

-Mizu ;144;
 

Chareon

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Thanks for reviewing, and thanks for the edit; I must have had a minor case of 'forgot how to spell disease' for a moment, I suppose... I really did have fun with that part; Each of the Hoenn starters was hit by their weakness, and thats why they fainted.
Charmander is my favourite starter (obviously, thats why I picked him for Miyah) and I'm glad you approve :)
Thanks again for reviewing, authors (or in my case authoresses) always love to know at least someone likes their story!
Next chappie will come out as soon as possible!

;196; ~Chareon
 

deoxysmaster8000

no-one can beat me!!
oooh! this is good! i cant wait for the next chappie! i have this pleace bookmarked! pm me when you update, ok?
 

Chareon

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Chapter 4!!!

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I've got two readers! I've got two readers!! *dances around maniacally to retarded chant* *regains composure* I'm (obviously) very glad you like it, deoxysmaster8000, I have spent a long time on this... And of course I will PM you, my pleasure!

And, without further ado.... Chapter 4!!
Fooled you huh? I have to give the rating first...

Rating: PG........... (duh)

Ha ha... Here it is!

Chapter 4



By the time we had driven home, it was dusk was beginning to fall. I was especially glad to get out of the car, because, although like the others, I wanted to stretch my legs, my mom wouldn’t let me take Charmander out of his Pokèball in the car.

“His tail flame will set the car on fire!” she had said.

So now that I was home, I released him into the newly cleaned living room.

“Charr!” he said, popping out of his Pokèball. Then, he said in real words, “I wonder where I am?”

“You’re at my house er... Charmander,” I answered, not knowing exactly what to call him.

Charmander gave me a surprised look. “You took Pokèspeech lessons?” he asked. “You were supposed to tell the Professor if you had. He’s taking a poll of all of the people who have, you know.”

“I know,” I said, “Its part of the registration process. It is the trainer’s responsibility to inform the Pokèmon Professor that you get your first Pokèmon from if you have taken any introductory Pokèspeech or Pokèspeech courses.” I had memorized this information way back when I was twelve. “I didn’t do my duty because I really never have taken any lessons.”

Charmander looked even more surprised at this, although he looked slightly relieved at the same time. “Oh. Well then, why do you know Pokèspeech?”

I then related to Charmander all that had happened today, and what my Grandfather had explained to me.

“Wow, I had always hoped for a special trainer, but I had never imagined anything like this! Although,” he added as an afterthought, “for a second there I thought I had gotten a lying trainer!”

I laughed, which must have wiped away any remaining doubt he had left, for he grinned, a broad grin which exposed his pointy Charmander teeth.

“So,” I said, suddenly curious, “what about you? Now you know some stuff about me, so I want to know some stuff about you!”

“Well,” he told me, “I'm just a normal Charmander from a normal family. Nothing special like you. I was the eldest of three other siblings, two males and a female. They and I used to talk a lot at night when we should have been sleeping about what an ideal trainer should be. Our ideas got wilder and wilder, (such as being trained by a legendary Pokèmon) until our mother, who by then obviously knew of our discussions told us to ‘shut up and go to bed’. Once I got to level 5, my mommy flew me to the Professor’s (that was fun!). There I waited with those other tyrannical Pokèmon (excluding Bulbasaur of course) until you came. I'm guessing you know the rest,” he finished with a laugh.

“Charmander,” I said, struck by a sudden thought, “what’s your name? I'm not sure I want to call you Charmander all the time. It gets kind of old, hearing other people calling their Pokèmon by their breed all the time, know what I mean?”

“Glad you mentioned it, I don’t much like the thought of that either. My names Blaze.”

“Cool!” I said.

***

Throughout the time that I was talking with Blaze, My parents and Jaymi apparently had set out all of the stuff for my journey that was to be the next day, and now came filing into the living room, collapsing on the other sofa.

“Thanks guys!” I said, upon hearing of their accomplishment.

“Oops!” said my Mom randomly, smacking herself with her hand, “Miyah, dear, the only thing we forgot is the money for you. Could you go get it?”

“Of course Mom,” I said, “Where is it?”

“In the dresser in my room that’s the same as the one you have, top shelf.”

I got up and walked into my parent’s room, closely followed by a curious Blaze. I spotted the dresser in question almost immediately. As it was dark in the room, even with the small table lamp on, I couldn't see into the drawer. Reaching in confidently, (having reached the same way into my own dresser for years) I was surprised when my hand hit the bottom much earlier than expected.

“Ouch!” I exclaimed sucking on my jammed fingers. “Hey Blaze, could you jump up here and use your flame as a light for a second for me?”

He obliged, and with the newly added light, I saw the money almost immediately. I grabbed the many bills, and as I did, I saw a small finger-sized hole in the bottom of the drawer under the spot where the money had been.

“Look!” I said excitedly to Blaze. I removed the rest of the junk that had also been in the drawer, stuck my finger into the hole, and lifted. There, in the real bottom of the drawer, was a yellowed scrap of paper, which upon closer inspection was revealed to be a newspaper article, dated three years ago:

Scientists discover a way to merge people with Pokèmon!

For a long time, writes Lisa Carson, people have been wondering what the scientists in Kounei forest have been up to. Now, at last, we know! “We've been working on this for years,” one scientist explains. “Although we know exactly how to merge people with Pokèmon, it will take a couple of years for us to find someone who is enough like a certain Pokèmon that we can merge them.” The scientist further explained that the Pokèmon and human who are to merge have to have similar characteristics and both have to agree to the merging. None of the scientists, however, would tell exactly how they could achieve this, for fear of their idea being stolen by their rivals in...​
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And that was all there was. I flipped it over, but there was only an advertisement for a coin laundry.

“Miyah? What happened, did you get lost?” my mom shouted from the living room, while everyone else laughed.

“Coming!” I yelled, quickly replacing the article, the false bottom, and all of the junk. Blaze followed me as I quickly walked back to the living room.

“Sorry,” I said, knowing that even if I didn’t want to, I had to lie, “I was just astonished by the amount of money you guys are giving me! There’s like...” I started to count the Pokèdollars in my hand but my mom interrupted.

“... Twenty-five hundred,” She finished, “We know that you have five hundred saved so you can start off with three thousand.”

“Wow,” Jaymi remarked, “I only had two! Look,” She pulled out her Pokèdex, “There's a compartment on the back for your money!” she pulled it open, revealing some money. “And your Pokèdex will keep track of the money in there for you.”

“Cool,” I said, pulling out my own Pokèdex and adding the money my parents gave me, before dashing off to retrieve my own from my room, followed by Blaze.

“Is this your room?” he asked, looking surprised.

“Yeah,” I said, “why?”

“It’s just that,” he paused, then continued, “you didn’t seem like a very smart trainer, yet you have so many encyclopedias and such.”

“Oh,” I said, slightly abashed, “After they changed the age limit for beginning trainers, I decided to try and become the best trainer ever. I studied for almost a year before my dad gave me a talk about how ‘a good trainer isn’t made from books’. I haven’t really studied since.” I walked to my dresser, grabbed my Sproink bank, smashed it on the ground and grabbed the Pokèbucks that were scattered amongst the shards.

“Hmm...” Blaze looked at the shards of ceramic on the ground.

“What?” I asked.

“Do you think you could fix that with, you know, your powers?”

I frowned. “Lemme try.” I concentrated as hard as I could, but nothing happened.

“Maybe if you imagine the pieces reassembling?” Blaze suggested.

This time, I concentrated hard while imagining the pieces floating in midair. Suddenly, the spectrum took on a very bluish tinge as the pieces floated into the air. I reassembled them in midair, holding them there, while asking Blaze, “Could you sort of melt this back together?”

Blaze nodded, and by grabbing his tail and blowing the flames towards the held together pieces of ceramic, he welded the pieces back together.

I laughed, grabbing the newly fixed Sproink bank and putting back on my dresser. “We did it!” I exclaimed. Then I looked up at the clock. “We should get some sleep,” I said. Blaze and I walked out into the living room to say good night to my parents and Jaymi, explaining that we wanted to get an early start the next morning.

As I got into bed, I heard a “Good night!” from Blaze. I smiled, replying, “Good night!” as I recalled him to his Pokèball.

End Chapter 4...
So, there it is! Chapter 4! Please reply with edits, opinions, predictions (blacked out please), and praise... Tee hee!
;196; ~Chareon
 
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deoxysmaster8000

no-one can beat me!!
oooh, i like it, nice trick with the bank ^_^ very origionall (i know i didnt spell that right) i just wish i had your writing talents, im an inventor, not an author, yet im trying to write a story with sweet may, its not going very well, any who, thanx 4 pm'ing me about the fic ^_^
 

Nylf

Well-Known Member
;330; Yep, it's me. Anyway it's very original. Although Blaze? Couldn't you think of a more original name for a Charmander? Mine's called Blaine, although my second one will be Lance. I have to say I do like the thing overall. Also your banner indicates she get's a Houndoom, but I thought she couldn't stand Houndoom since it's a dark type?

;359; My Amidamaru wouldn't want to meet her, even though he's level 67.

;373; I agree with S.F. again, but I would like to add that it is a little dull at the moment, mostly talk. By the third chapter of S.F.'s we had had three battles.

;307; Deoxysmaster8000, you spell original like this.

Jack is still strapped to Suicune.

Actual;245;:He just won't come off, even at 20'000 leagues.
 

Xiang

Well-Known Member
It's getting better and better yet! the fixing of the bank was interesting, and the length was much better! I laugh at the littlest things, even if it makes sense that Charmander might "accidentally set the car on fire". You can always get a chuckle outta me. ^^ See ya laterz!
 

deoxysmaster8000

no-one can beat me!!
what do you guys/gals here in the audiance(not you chareion, becuz you know what will happen next, and if you dont well give you some ideas) think she will do next with her powers? i think she'll use them to catch her 2nd pokemon, like a pidgy or something, or maybe the eevee that that espyon evolved from in your banner charion, eh only the author will know that, for now whowever, im goin off to read another fic ^_^

later dayz!
 
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blaziken92

Guest
you now have 3 readers this story is kool im goin to keep readin it and book mark it!!
 

deoxysmaster8000

no-one can beat me!!
*sigh* did any one even read my last post?

anywho, i cant wait 4 da next chappie!
 

Chareon

-blinkblink-
Not Quite...

;196;
Hiyahs, everyone! The next chappies not quite done yet, but soon, depending on how long my parents let me use the computer tomorrow...
Now, to answer all the posts...

Shiny Flygon: I like the name Blaze a lot, it was the name of my very first Pokemon in Pokemon Blue (<-- how I got hooked), I got a Charmander (i know I'm wierd, getting one in BLUE, but I dont like Squirtle) and named it that, then it grew to level 91... Then the game data got erased... its sortof a tribute to him... Also, dont worry, there will be about 1 (or more) battle(s) a chapter from now on... ;)

Mizu Gal: :)

deoxysmaster8000: I read your post, dont worry, but it kindof doesn't apply to me because I already know...

blaziken92: Glad you like it!

There! If any of you have any more questions, feel free to ask! *dances around* They love me, they really love me! *smiles happily* Laterz!

;196; ~Chareon
 
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