Alright, I haven't been here for ages, so a lot of people might not know me. So for a proper intro, HI! ^_^
Okay, that's done and over it. Well, rated G or PG but basically PG. This is my first fic on this forum and I have good knowledge on how to write trainer fics.
Yes, this is a trainer fic. Enjoy!
Ch. 1
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It was a grand day out in the park. The trees were moving to the movement of the winds. A particularly strong wind I was paying attention to. It was strange to feel such a blowing, blowing wind current touch my long brown hair. I was more used to the gently tugging wisps of wind that surrounds my whole body, the kind that usually blows through this section of land.
I sat on the ground in an cross legged stance, staring at the trees, and suddenly all the pokemon disappeared. As my emerald eyes swept the ground around me, I concluded, ‘Something’s not right.’
And it really wasn’t right. A huge black and white helicopter literally fell out of the sky at an amazing speed of seven-hundredths feet per hour.
It slowly drifted towards the ground, causing a strong wave to pulsate from the vehicle. The wave glided from each stem of grass to another stem of weed, finally reaching towards me stationed on a small patch of foliage.
I stood up and brushed my short red skirt to clean of the little termites, ants, soil, and weed particles that had stuck on during the time I was seated on the bare dirt.
When the helicopter finally came to a stop, a young lady, who could probably be a junior in some high school yet not, which makes her eighteen or so years old, stepped out of the doorway and cursed something horrible to my ears. Then she reached back into the flying car with her admirably short and stubby hands, that together measured about eight inches, and pulled out a clipboard, which had numerous pieces of paper stuck to it like a magnet that had attracted microscopic iron atoms.
And the instance I saw her face, the full view of her entirely pathetic, wimpy, girly face, I though, ‘She found me. Oh, great pokemon from above, save me from her fiendish hands, and may she crawl into the dirt below, where she might not truly belong. Like that would happen.’
Short hair, short brown hair in and awfully retarded looking shape and style; I could kill the person who made her hair like that and rid one of the many idiots that resides on this stinking polluted planet.
A long skirt covered up to about her knees, pitch yellow, the color of the bright morning sun, and her reddish-magenta blouse were what she wore, on top of her horrible personality.
I had met her before, several times long ago, and it was horror.
She walked up to me slowly cautiously, like I was a wild animal wanting to run away. When she finally came face-to-face with me, she stopped in her tracks. I looked at her, wondering just what she was doing here in my little sanctuary. She gave the look back to me, standing firmly stuck to the ground, like she had super-glued her feet there, waiting for me to move first.
Five or so minutes passed, and almost nothing changed, besides that there were no more pokemon as far as I can see. The wind current changed, too, though in direction, not in quantity.
I narrowed my eyes and she turned sharply away, with me feeling triumphant for I knew that my stare of death had always unnerved almost anyone.
When she couldn’t deal with the ‘torture’ of not speaking, she finally said, “The Elites were looking for you. They said you had a challenger waiting.”
She was the horrid message bringer, come to wreak my peaceful existence by bringing the news from the Elite Four. I replied, “Tell them I’ll be heading over there soon, Sophie. In the meantime, I’ll just be here for a bit. They won’t mind, would they?”
Sophie scolded me, “Of course they mind! It’s Cyan, again. They want you to eliminate him from their headquarters once and for all. He’s getting annoying.”
“I’d rather roll in mud than see that guy, time and time and time again,” I complained, brushing back my ark hair a bit. “It’s annoying enough to see him at home everyday.”
“And I have to deal with him screaming in the halls, every single day!” she exclaimed reminding me that she worked in the reception hall for life.
I didn’t care; being the Champion of all Kanto is harsh, even without Cyan repeatedly trying to beat me. I tried to make her see my way, “But-“
“Shut your sissy mouth, just beat him already! I have more to deal with if that Cyan keeps showing up every minute beating the heck out of the darn weak Elites,” Sophia said using her famous snappy tongue. She was mad with fury and the same time trying to beg me to do something that only I can do. It’s like yelling at someone to save the world from evil clutches. “Celadon Viridian, just go get rid of him!!!”
I sighed. I didn’t want to but she’s forcing me to do so, ‘But on the other hand, my pokemon could do with some training,’ I thought to myself.
“Fine, fine,” I told Sophie at last. She wiped the sweat off her forehead after she heard that. I took out a red and white pokeball, the normal kind that newbie trainers use, not those custom balls that advance elites buy for their pokemon.
I threw it in the air, calling out the regular ‘sending out theme’ that many trainers overused, and the ball magically broke in half, still connected on one side of it, and a great white light came out of the pokeball.
A figure started to form from the light; a birdlike structure, ruffled feathers, and the trademark of the pokemon, it’s sharp and jagged beak. When the light faded away, there stood one of my best pokemon, Wing, my Fearow, the second pokemon I have ever caught.
She spread her ragged wings, opened her long beak and screeched her battle cry, which was supposedly high pitched as Sophie clamped her ears shut with her short and stubby hands.
I climbed onto Wing, noticing that she had grown to about six feet tall and now was able to carry me easily, unlike before, when she always had trouble flying, with me on her of course.
Sophie ran over to the helicopter, and I saw that it had made a circular mark on the tall grass, bending the stems down; I noted that maybe it was how the crop circles were formed.
I patted my Fearow and told her, “Wing, fly me to Indigo Plateau, right away.” She nodded that would say she understood and immediately lifted off the ground.
Soon, we were about a couple hundred feet above sea level and Wing zoomed towards a distant building, one that had a huge lawn around it.
The sky wasn’t too clear today; a lot of clouds were gathering above a place I call and everyone else recognizes, the League Headquarters.
We had to zoom through several clouds that made Wing fly slower, and I felt like I was damp-no, damp is an understatement- dripping wet like you’ve been in the shower with your clothes on, and the water power was at maximum speed for approximately one minute and the temperature was thirty degrees Fahrenheit.
While Wing was soaring through the clouds, I was thinking about Cyan.
Cyan Indigo was a boy about my age, twelve and a half years, a bit on the stupid side, as he doesn’t know when his pokemon is hurt enough, a bit of a braggart, considering every single time we battled, he’d always send out his shiny Pidgeot first, to face off with my Fearow, extremely stubborn, and crazy enough to not know when the round of the battle ended.
He was also my stinking neighbor, one of the biggest idiots this world has have to offer right behind Crimson Carmine, another one of the many fools on this planet, twelve years old, too, way too certain about his battle techniques, a total rich snob because of battling, and the only good thing about him was that he left to go traveling in Johto and Hoenn.
When my train of thought stopped, Wing had also stopped. She landed softly on the wet soil, and I looked around. We were at the impressive Indigo Plateau; the grass was damp, and there were other signs of recent rain, like the fact that everyone was inside and the grass was full of wet dewdrops.
I got off the bird and my feet came in contact of the crisp grass, my striped red and white shoes absorbing some liquid. I gave Wing a small pat on her head, and pulled out her pokeball, and sucked the beak pokemon back in with a flashing red glow.
I walked towards the cement pathway from the Victory Road to the Indigo Plateau, though a plateau, as I heard it, was a flat land, like a plain, only at a very high altitude, but this one was a set full of ridges each higher than another and about one thousand feet above ground level. I had always came up with that conclusion, and for a reason unknown, it’s true, yet it’s not true, and it had always messed with my head so I avoided the topic as much as I can, which was easy.
Halfway to the League building, I noticed that the stadium nearby, the Indigo Stadium, was in use for the annual Pokemon Championship.
Funny how there is both a league and championship, since they both name the same thing, but as rules have it, the winner of the championship gets to battle the Elite Four and then the Champion, and if they beat the person holding the title, they get to be champ, too, and they are recorded in the Hall of Fame.
Of course, there are a lot of people, the ones that had beaten the championship, still trying to beat the Elites, and some who’s still trying to beat the Champion, me, and the only one is Cyan, whose always destroying the competition.
When I finally reached the door, it blasted open, the force of it pushing me back, and there he was in Kanto attire, a young boy who was facing me with an confident smile, Cyan Indigo made this proclamation, “Celadon, battle me now!”
I stood my ground, on the concrete rocks that made up the walkway, and I said to him, mimicking him in sound and statement, “Right here, right now!”
Then I changed my tone back to my regular one. “How about in the stadium so you could embarrass yourself?”
I took some time to say the next word, pondering it over a bit in my head, but finally spit it out, “Again?”
His face turned red, to match the color of a Tomato berry, his ears spouted steam, like a kettle about to burst, and he started to yell at me, “You Celadon! You low little prat!”
I thought, satisfied, ‘It’s easy to get him mad.’
“I’m not low. You were the one who wanted to battle. And suggesting to having the battle in the stadium isn’t that bad,” I said with the air of child’s innocence. He wasn’t fazed though.
“Let’s just have the battle in the champion room, please,” he begged. I just stared, in shock that he would resort to begging, again. “Please, just this once? You’ve always made me battle in the stadium.”
I looked as though I was thinking it over, trying to get his hopes up, again, and it worked, again, “No,” I said teasingly. “Besides, the stadium had more room.”
So then that was settled, and we started to walk towards the stadium, Cyan, trailing behind me half-heartedly, even though there might be another battle going on at the moment.
The sky had cleared during our conversation, and now the sun was shining brightly, which was a bit strange, to me. The wind had dried off my clothes and the rays of light had warmed up my attire.
Suddenly, I heard a long stream of shouting in the way I was walking. I turned back to see what it was.
“Hey! Wait up! Celadon, don’t walk so fast!” It was Cyan running and soon he passed me and walked ahead. I noticed that he seemed a bit more motivated, and I kind of smiled at this, ‘It’s funny how he can lift his spirit from down in the dumps so fast.’
The sky turned dark again, this time drizzling a bit. I tilted my head back, only to get a raindrop in my face.
‘And…it’s funny how things change so abruptly,’ I thought.
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After I walked through the huge opening in the wall, and saw that the stadium was set up, everyone watched as I headed towards the middle of the battle stage.
“Here’s Celadon now!” a loudspeaker blared loudly, loud enough to compare to the sound of the crowd cheering.
Cyan was already there and had talked to the ref, so we could battle immediately. We walked to opposite sides of the pokemon arena. I stood in one square and he stood in the other. When we were ready, the referee started his usual announcement, and there was commentary.
“This is a battle between Celadon Viridian, the Champion, and Cyan Indigo, the challenger, for the champ title,” the announcer said through the mike, rather excitedly, and I could see the guy up in the round room where they look down at the battles dancing for joy.
The crowd roared in happiness, too, because it wasn’t everyday, they would get to see a battle conducted to fin out who is champ; more like every year, since most challengers try to beat the champion at this time, but nevertheless, they were still surprised.
“They are only allowed to use six pokemon each. The battle style is a single battle, and switching out means forfeit of the round,” the referee shouted into his portable microphone that was small enough to fit inside a
Everyone was listening intently, Cyan and me included. ‘These were important rules; only allowed to use six pokemon, I’m sure in other stadiums they definitely will use six and everyone probably would know that champion battles would be six too,’ I though sarcastically. 'And the battle will almost always be single; who ever heard of double battles in Kan-'
“And now, let the battle begin!!!!!!!!!!”
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So um, post any mistakes, okay?
EDIT: Is this that horrible that no one wants to comment????
EDIT2: Lemme add some things that I might've missed... Well, done with the edit, tell me what you think.
EDIT3: I changed the intro. It still kind of sucks.
Okay, that's done and over it. Well, rated G or PG but basically PG. This is my first fic on this forum and I have good knowledge on how to write trainer fics.
Yes, this is a trainer fic. Enjoy!
Ch. 1
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It was a grand day out in the park. The trees were moving to the movement of the winds. A particularly strong wind I was paying attention to. It was strange to feel such a blowing, blowing wind current touch my long brown hair. I was more used to the gently tugging wisps of wind that surrounds my whole body, the kind that usually blows through this section of land.
I sat on the ground in an cross legged stance, staring at the trees, and suddenly all the pokemon disappeared. As my emerald eyes swept the ground around me, I concluded, ‘Something’s not right.’
And it really wasn’t right. A huge black and white helicopter literally fell out of the sky at an amazing speed of seven-hundredths feet per hour.
It slowly drifted towards the ground, causing a strong wave to pulsate from the vehicle. The wave glided from each stem of grass to another stem of weed, finally reaching towards me stationed on a small patch of foliage.
I stood up and brushed my short red skirt to clean of the little termites, ants, soil, and weed particles that had stuck on during the time I was seated on the bare dirt.
When the helicopter finally came to a stop, a young lady, who could probably be a junior in some high school yet not, which makes her eighteen or so years old, stepped out of the doorway and cursed something horrible to my ears. Then she reached back into the flying car with her admirably short and stubby hands, that together measured about eight inches, and pulled out a clipboard, which had numerous pieces of paper stuck to it like a magnet that had attracted microscopic iron atoms.
And the instance I saw her face, the full view of her entirely pathetic, wimpy, girly face, I though, ‘She found me. Oh, great pokemon from above, save me from her fiendish hands, and may she crawl into the dirt below, where she might not truly belong. Like that would happen.’
Short hair, short brown hair in and awfully retarded looking shape and style; I could kill the person who made her hair like that and rid one of the many idiots that resides on this stinking polluted planet.
A long skirt covered up to about her knees, pitch yellow, the color of the bright morning sun, and her reddish-magenta blouse were what she wore, on top of her horrible personality.
I had met her before, several times long ago, and it was horror.
She walked up to me slowly cautiously, like I was a wild animal wanting to run away. When she finally came face-to-face with me, she stopped in her tracks. I looked at her, wondering just what she was doing here in my little sanctuary. She gave the look back to me, standing firmly stuck to the ground, like she had super-glued her feet there, waiting for me to move first.
Five or so minutes passed, and almost nothing changed, besides that there were no more pokemon as far as I can see. The wind current changed, too, though in direction, not in quantity.
I narrowed my eyes and she turned sharply away, with me feeling triumphant for I knew that my stare of death had always unnerved almost anyone.
When she couldn’t deal with the ‘torture’ of not speaking, she finally said, “The Elites were looking for you. They said you had a challenger waiting.”
She was the horrid message bringer, come to wreak my peaceful existence by bringing the news from the Elite Four. I replied, “Tell them I’ll be heading over there soon, Sophie. In the meantime, I’ll just be here for a bit. They won’t mind, would they?”
Sophie scolded me, “Of course they mind! It’s Cyan, again. They want you to eliminate him from their headquarters once and for all. He’s getting annoying.”
“I’d rather roll in mud than see that guy, time and time and time again,” I complained, brushing back my ark hair a bit. “It’s annoying enough to see him at home everyday.”
“And I have to deal with him screaming in the halls, every single day!” she exclaimed reminding me that she worked in the reception hall for life.
I didn’t care; being the Champion of all Kanto is harsh, even without Cyan repeatedly trying to beat me. I tried to make her see my way, “But-“
“Shut your sissy mouth, just beat him already! I have more to deal with if that Cyan keeps showing up every minute beating the heck out of the darn weak Elites,” Sophia said using her famous snappy tongue. She was mad with fury and the same time trying to beg me to do something that only I can do. It’s like yelling at someone to save the world from evil clutches. “Celadon Viridian, just go get rid of him!!!”
I sighed. I didn’t want to but she’s forcing me to do so, ‘But on the other hand, my pokemon could do with some training,’ I thought to myself.
“Fine, fine,” I told Sophie at last. She wiped the sweat off her forehead after she heard that. I took out a red and white pokeball, the normal kind that newbie trainers use, not those custom balls that advance elites buy for their pokemon.
I threw it in the air, calling out the regular ‘sending out theme’ that many trainers overused, and the ball magically broke in half, still connected on one side of it, and a great white light came out of the pokeball.
A figure started to form from the light; a birdlike structure, ruffled feathers, and the trademark of the pokemon, it’s sharp and jagged beak. When the light faded away, there stood one of my best pokemon, Wing, my Fearow, the second pokemon I have ever caught.
She spread her ragged wings, opened her long beak and screeched her battle cry, which was supposedly high pitched as Sophie clamped her ears shut with her short and stubby hands.
I climbed onto Wing, noticing that she had grown to about six feet tall and now was able to carry me easily, unlike before, when she always had trouble flying, with me on her of course.
Sophie ran over to the helicopter, and I saw that it had made a circular mark on the tall grass, bending the stems down; I noted that maybe it was how the crop circles were formed.
I patted my Fearow and told her, “Wing, fly me to Indigo Plateau, right away.” She nodded that would say she understood and immediately lifted off the ground.
Soon, we were about a couple hundred feet above sea level and Wing zoomed towards a distant building, one that had a huge lawn around it.
The sky wasn’t too clear today; a lot of clouds were gathering above a place I call and everyone else recognizes, the League Headquarters.
We had to zoom through several clouds that made Wing fly slower, and I felt like I was damp-no, damp is an understatement- dripping wet like you’ve been in the shower with your clothes on, and the water power was at maximum speed for approximately one minute and the temperature was thirty degrees Fahrenheit.
While Wing was soaring through the clouds, I was thinking about Cyan.
Cyan Indigo was a boy about my age, twelve and a half years, a bit on the stupid side, as he doesn’t know when his pokemon is hurt enough, a bit of a braggart, considering every single time we battled, he’d always send out his shiny Pidgeot first, to face off with my Fearow, extremely stubborn, and crazy enough to not know when the round of the battle ended.
He was also my stinking neighbor, one of the biggest idiots this world has have to offer right behind Crimson Carmine, another one of the many fools on this planet, twelve years old, too, way too certain about his battle techniques, a total rich snob because of battling, and the only good thing about him was that he left to go traveling in Johto and Hoenn.
When my train of thought stopped, Wing had also stopped. She landed softly on the wet soil, and I looked around. We were at the impressive Indigo Plateau; the grass was damp, and there were other signs of recent rain, like the fact that everyone was inside and the grass was full of wet dewdrops.
I got off the bird and my feet came in contact of the crisp grass, my striped red and white shoes absorbing some liquid. I gave Wing a small pat on her head, and pulled out her pokeball, and sucked the beak pokemon back in with a flashing red glow.
I walked towards the cement pathway from the Victory Road to the Indigo Plateau, though a plateau, as I heard it, was a flat land, like a plain, only at a very high altitude, but this one was a set full of ridges each higher than another and about one thousand feet above ground level. I had always came up with that conclusion, and for a reason unknown, it’s true, yet it’s not true, and it had always messed with my head so I avoided the topic as much as I can, which was easy.
Halfway to the League building, I noticed that the stadium nearby, the Indigo Stadium, was in use for the annual Pokemon Championship.
Funny how there is both a league and championship, since they both name the same thing, but as rules have it, the winner of the championship gets to battle the Elite Four and then the Champion, and if they beat the person holding the title, they get to be champ, too, and they are recorded in the Hall of Fame.
Of course, there are a lot of people, the ones that had beaten the championship, still trying to beat the Elites, and some who’s still trying to beat the Champion, me, and the only one is Cyan, whose always destroying the competition.
When I finally reached the door, it blasted open, the force of it pushing me back, and there he was in Kanto attire, a young boy who was facing me with an confident smile, Cyan Indigo made this proclamation, “Celadon, battle me now!”
I stood my ground, on the concrete rocks that made up the walkway, and I said to him, mimicking him in sound and statement, “Right here, right now!”
Then I changed my tone back to my regular one. “How about in the stadium so you could embarrass yourself?”
I took some time to say the next word, pondering it over a bit in my head, but finally spit it out, “Again?”
His face turned red, to match the color of a Tomato berry, his ears spouted steam, like a kettle about to burst, and he started to yell at me, “You Celadon! You low little prat!”
I thought, satisfied, ‘It’s easy to get him mad.’
“I’m not low. You were the one who wanted to battle. And suggesting to having the battle in the stadium isn’t that bad,” I said with the air of child’s innocence. He wasn’t fazed though.
“Let’s just have the battle in the champion room, please,” he begged. I just stared, in shock that he would resort to begging, again. “Please, just this once? You’ve always made me battle in the stadium.”
I looked as though I was thinking it over, trying to get his hopes up, again, and it worked, again, “No,” I said teasingly. “Besides, the stadium had more room.”
So then that was settled, and we started to walk towards the stadium, Cyan, trailing behind me half-heartedly, even though there might be another battle going on at the moment.
The sky had cleared during our conversation, and now the sun was shining brightly, which was a bit strange, to me. The wind had dried off my clothes and the rays of light had warmed up my attire.
Suddenly, I heard a long stream of shouting in the way I was walking. I turned back to see what it was.
“Hey! Wait up! Celadon, don’t walk so fast!” It was Cyan running and soon he passed me and walked ahead. I noticed that he seemed a bit more motivated, and I kind of smiled at this, ‘It’s funny how he can lift his spirit from down in the dumps so fast.’
The sky turned dark again, this time drizzling a bit. I tilted my head back, only to get a raindrop in my face.
‘And…it’s funny how things change so abruptly,’ I thought.
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After I walked through the huge opening in the wall, and saw that the stadium was set up, everyone watched as I headed towards the middle of the battle stage.
“Here’s Celadon now!” a loudspeaker blared loudly, loud enough to compare to the sound of the crowd cheering.
Cyan was already there and had talked to the ref, so we could battle immediately. We walked to opposite sides of the pokemon arena. I stood in one square and he stood in the other. When we were ready, the referee started his usual announcement, and there was commentary.
“This is a battle between Celadon Viridian, the Champion, and Cyan Indigo, the challenger, for the champ title,” the announcer said through the mike, rather excitedly, and I could see the guy up in the round room where they look down at the battles dancing for joy.
The crowd roared in happiness, too, because it wasn’t everyday, they would get to see a battle conducted to fin out who is champ; more like every year, since most challengers try to beat the champion at this time, but nevertheless, they were still surprised.
“They are only allowed to use six pokemon each. The battle style is a single battle, and switching out means forfeit of the round,” the referee shouted into his portable microphone that was small enough to fit inside a
Everyone was listening intently, Cyan and me included. ‘These were important rules; only allowed to use six pokemon, I’m sure in other stadiums they definitely will use six and everyone probably would know that champion battles would be six too,’ I though sarcastically. 'And the battle will almost always be single; who ever heard of double battles in Kan-'
“And now, let the battle begin!!!!!!!!!!”
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So um, post any mistakes, okay?
EDIT: Is this that horrible that no one wants to comment????
EDIT2: Lemme add some things that I might've missed... Well, done with the edit, tell me what you think.
EDIT3: I changed the intro. It still kind of sucks.
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