DANdotW
Previously Iota
Right, this was on here a long while back. Basically it was wrote by a friend of mine, who is no longer on here. But a while ago she asked me to re-write it for her, since I really did love the idea. So basically, I found her old thread in the archives and got all the old stuff from her too. So I have re-wrote the prologue and the first chapter. However, Chapter 2 was missing in the archive, but luckily she remembers exactly what happened. Now, yes, it's a journey fic, but it's worth the read since there are no real Pokémon here, they're all madeups, made by the very creative friend of mine. However, she never filled the Pokédex, since she decided there should be 400 :S So basically, Dan gets to use his immagination a lot here too 
So bascically, please give it a read, give it a bit of feedback so I can see if I'm at least doing it justice from the comments I remember when it was on here before. Here it is. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or anything with the Official Pokémon insignia such as Pokéballs etc. I do however own all new Pokémon I have created, and my characters involved in this story.
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Prologue ~ Storm Brewing
Thunder hit the ground like a ton of bricks, with a loud crack. The sound wasn't the only damage; splitting the ground, the storm had caused a group of frightened Moleby to scurry deeper into the dirt beneath them. Not one person in Otsu Village could figure out why the storm had been brought around, not even the Village Mystic. Some of the citizens, however, had their own little suspicions about the matter. The recent capture of three Executives of the criminal organization, Team X-Treme had shocked the dwellers of the whole of Toreina, let alone the quaint village of Otsu. Nina woke up hard, sweat beads dripping from her still sleeping body. She had heard the noise of the storm outside in its full intensity, knocking her out of her lulling dream. This worried her; there had never before been a storm of this magnitude. A noise at the door grabbed her attention. Scanning for the only entrance to her room in the darkness, she saw her mother enter the room; her short brown hair tied back to stop it from going wild. Her green eyes were almost visible in the pitch black, as were Nina's similar eyes. Following her was her Pokémon, Queela, who was about the size of an average chest of drawers; coming from her head were two green antennae, contrasting with her reddish skin.
"Are you alright, Nina?" asked her mother.
"Quee," said Queela, unusually enthusiastic.
"I'm fine, mom," replied the still sleepy Nina, "Just got woken up by the storm. What happened to the lights?" When she said this, she looked up at the small light in the ceiling that wouldn't turn on when her mother clicked the switch.
"Oh, don't worry," began her mother, with a slightly worried tone, "The power has shorted out. Your father went to look into it."
"Quee, Queeeeee," said the Pokémon, nodding, even more out of the ordinary.
"Well, I hope the power is back on tomorrow," stated Nina, "I get my first Pokémon from Professor Ki."
"I'm sure everything will be fine," said her mother, assuring, looking out the window of their small white home, the fashion of the village. After looking out for a while, she left, leaving Nina in the room to attempt sleep once more. Before sleeping, she wondered where her father could be, why Queela had been so out of character as her usual self was slow-witted and lazy. With all the strange thoughts in her head, Nina took her final sigh, and closed her eyes.
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A lone man stood at the top of a hill overlooking a small village. He seemed to be thinking, as was the large beast next to him. Although it was too dark to tell, some of the creature’s features could be made out. With each ripple of static over its body, a long, zigzagged tail was to be seen protruding from its rear, pulsating with power.
"Neorrrrrrrrrr," it said, with a computerized voice. It was looking at the man with an angry, yet inquisitive glint in its eyes.
"Yes Zapneor, I know you wish to get it over and done with," began the man, clearly anticipating whatever deed he planned to do, "It will be sad to lose them, but we must do it if we wish to achieve what we need to achieve. Zap Cannon, now!" As he ordered this, Zapneor let out a sigh of relief at getting out all the pent up energy, shooting a huge bean of electrical force at the small village. As it hit a building in the middle of the small village, the largest one they saw, a large fire arose from the explosion. "Goodbye, my love," the man said under his breath, a small tear coming to his now visible green eye. His other features were now shown from the continuing blaze from the city, crawling with screams from its small amount of citizens. Everything on his face, from the green eyes, to the squashed nose had a glint of red from the burning homes beneath him. The whitewash buildings of the village turned as black as coal and collapsed, as if it had lost the will to stay up. As his friends were burning in the blaze of the city, the lone man sprung a small smile through the tears, showing his crazed will to surpass the greatness of all who tried to overcome him. The only people that knew why he did this were his friends, Mystics and Professors of the village, but they were all dying down there, along with his family. He jumped on the large Pokémons back, grasping tightly to the hairs on its head and rode to the neighboring town, carrying with him the only memory of the soon to be forgotten village.
Hunter
So bascically, please give it a read, give it a bit of feedback so I can see if I'm at least doing it justice from the comments I remember when it was on here before. Here it is. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or anything with the Official Pokémon insignia such as Pokéballs etc. I do however own all new Pokémon I have created, and my characters involved in this story.
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Prologue ~ Storm Brewing
Thunder hit the ground like a ton of bricks, with a loud crack. The sound wasn't the only damage; splitting the ground, the storm had caused a group of frightened Moleby to scurry deeper into the dirt beneath them. Not one person in Otsu Village could figure out why the storm had been brought around, not even the Village Mystic. Some of the citizens, however, had their own little suspicions about the matter. The recent capture of three Executives of the criminal organization, Team X-Treme had shocked the dwellers of the whole of Toreina, let alone the quaint village of Otsu. Nina woke up hard, sweat beads dripping from her still sleeping body. She had heard the noise of the storm outside in its full intensity, knocking her out of her lulling dream. This worried her; there had never before been a storm of this magnitude. A noise at the door grabbed her attention. Scanning for the only entrance to her room in the darkness, she saw her mother enter the room; her short brown hair tied back to stop it from going wild. Her green eyes were almost visible in the pitch black, as were Nina's similar eyes. Following her was her Pokémon, Queela, who was about the size of an average chest of drawers; coming from her head were two green antennae, contrasting with her reddish skin.
"Are you alright, Nina?" asked her mother.
"Quee," said Queela, unusually enthusiastic.
"I'm fine, mom," replied the still sleepy Nina, "Just got woken up by the storm. What happened to the lights?" When she said this, she looked up at the small light in the ceiling that wouldn't turn on when her mother clicked the switch.
"Oh, don't worry," began her mother, with a slightly worried tone, "The power has shorted out. Your father went to look into it."
"Quee, Queeeeee," said the Pokémon, nodding, even more out of the ordinary.
"Well, I hope the power is back on tomorrow," stated Nina, "I get my first Pokémon from Professor Ki."
"I'm sure everything will be fine," said her mother, assuring, looking out the window of their small white home, the fashion of the village. After looking out for a while, she left, leaving Nina in the room to attempt sleep once more. Before sleeping, she wondered where her father could be, why Queela had been so out of character as her usual self was slow-witted and lazy. With all the strange thoughts in her head, Nina took her final sigh, and closed her eyes.
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A lone man stood at the top of a hill overlooking a small village. He seemed to be thinking, as was the large beast next to him. Although it was too dark to tell, some of the creature’s features could be made out. With each ripple of static over its body, a long, zigzagged tail was to be seen protruding from its rear, pulsating with power.
"Neorrrrrrrrrr," it said, with a computerized voice. It was looking at the man with an angry, yet inquisitive glint in its eyes.
"Yes Zapneor, I know you wish to get it over and done with," began the man, clearly anticipating whatever deed he planned to do, "It will be sad to lose them, but we must do it if we wish to achieve what we need to achieve. Zap Cannon, now!" As he ordered this, Zapneor let out a sigh of relief at getting out all the pent up energy, shooting a huge bean of electrical force at the small village. As it hit a building in the middle of the small village, the largest one they saw, a large fire arose from the explosion. "Goodbye, my love," the man said under his breath, a small tear coming to his now visible green eye. His other features were now shown from the continuing blaze from the city, crawling with screams from its small amount of citizens. Everything on his face, from the green eyes, to the squashed nose had a glint of red from the burning homes beneath him. The whitewash buildings of the village turned as black as coal and collapsed, as if it had lost the will to stay up. As his friends were burning in the blaze of the city, the lone man sprung a small smile through the tears, showing his crazed will to surpass the greatness of all who tried to overcome him. The only people that knew why he did this were his friends, Mystics and Professors of the village, but they were all dying down there, along with his family. He jumped on the large Pokémons back, grasping tightly to the hairs on its head and rode to the neighboring town, carrying with him the only memory of the soon to be forgotten village.
Hunter