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Well, I've been working on this for a while to tell you the truth, and it was a really interesting project to undergo. It's basically a battle fic, so don't expect any amazing plot twists, except the winners of the battles, and I suppose ultimately the winner of the league. Now, so far, I've only begun this Volume, but there is a volume for all three leagues, and one for the Orange League, the Whirl Isle Cup and possibly the Battle Frontier. But basically, this is it. It's fun to read, action-packed and exciting. There are intense, well-described battles with descriptions on attacks, surroundings, emotions, characters, even with an emphasis on two major character voices (yes, there will be two characters that will be in every single volume of the story, and I'm sure you can guess who they are after reading their first part).
So basically, I hope you enjoy this story. Please leave comments so I can see how I'm doing, what I can do differently, even any ideas you have for upcoming battles. Every little helps.
Tournament Chronicles
Volume 1: The Indigo League
Chapter One
Lights turned on in a crowded stadium. The seats were massing with people, from different places, all over the region of Kanto. In the centre of the stadium were a large group of people, set aside from the others. One in particular stands out from the rest, much smaller than his neighbours. A man with a long white beard stood on a stage in front of the group of people, holding a microphone.
“Hello contestants,” he said, looking around at the trainers, “As you all know, we are gathered here to view the biggest tournament throughout the land of Kanto, where we will see old champions and new up and coming trainers.” The smaller trainer looked up at this, his brown eyes coming into view thanks to the floodlights above. “The usual rules apply to this tournament, but for newcomers, we’ll elaborate on them. First off, there will be the first round of battles, where each trainer will battle four three-on-three battles against their opponent on a randomly selected field. These fields chosen this year are as follows; the Water Field, where each trainer will have to show their ability to adapt both in water and on the platforms provided; then the Rock Field, where trainers usually use their most powerful Pokémon; next, the Ice Field, where most trainers use skill to use the field to their advantage; and finally, the Grass Field, where speed is the best attribute used.” The small boy turned to a man next to him, smiling the biggest smile he could muster.
“Aren’t you excited?” he asked the man, looking up at him.
“Not really,” he replied, tediously, “I’ve been to this tournament three times before.”
“Next, the contestants who make it through there will then face a series of six-on-six battles on a standard field, giving no advantage to any Pokémon type. So, without further ado, let the sacred flame be lit!” As the old man shouted, a man in a running suit made his way up a flight of stone steps, until he met a huge burner at the top, to which he placed the torch he was holding. A fire burst from the burner, almost shaping into the legendary bird of fire, Moltres.
***
“Here we are, folks, witnessing the very first battle of this years tournament, and what a day it is, don’t you agree, Derek?” asked a male voice coming through a speaker in the stadium. His voice was being transmitted from the commentators’ box far above the stands.
“Yes, Luther,” said the deeper voice known as Derek, “For all the guys who couldn’t make it, I really feel for you, this seems like a good day for Pokémon Battles.” The crowd cheered at this statement.
“That’s right,” said Luther, “But now, let’s hear it for today’s trainers.” Two doors opened at each end of the field, which at the moment was just brown flooring marked with white lines to shape it into the right size for the battle. It had a semi-circle at each end for the trainer to stand in. “Here is Rhoda, from Celadon City!” The crowd went wild, as out of one of the doors, a young woman walked. She was wearing a long pink dress, decorated with yellow flowers. Her mousy brown hair, which was tied into a bun, matched her mousy brown eyes. She stepped up to the semicircle on the left side of the field, from the commentators’ box’s point of view.
“Okay guys, could we resume the silence while I announce Rhoda’s opponent,” said Derek. At this, the crowd silenced itself to a tiny whisper. “Thank you, guys. Here is our next trainer, George from Viridian City!” Out of the door on the opposite side came a young man, standing in a pose that made him look arrogant. His hair was styled into spikes, black, matching his black shirt. His blue jeans were his only other part of clothing visible, as he wore no footwear to speak of. He stood opposite Rhoda, staring his opponent down.
“I hope you’re prepared to lose,” said George, still acting very cool. Rhoda looked him up and down.
“Win or lose, I’m going to fight until the end!” she shouted back, showing that she wasn’t a pushover.
“Right then, folks, we will now bring on the randomly choose the field type,” said Luther, “Of course, it was randomly selected before the battle started so that the trainers could prepare the right Pokémon to assist them on the field. And I will now reveal that the field chosen for this battle is,” he said this and then paused, knowing that the stands would be full of anticipation, which they were,” The Rock Field!” As he said this, the battlefield began to open from the lines in the middle of it, moving out to the sides. After that, a rumbling was heard from below the gap, rising to reveal a field filled with rocks and a rough surface. A referee in a blue shirt stood at the edge, in the centre so that he could see the battle properly. Due to the rocks, he was allowed a small stage to help him have the best accuracy possible.
“The battle will start now!” he said, raising a green flag and a red flag, placed on either side to show which colour represented each trainer. “The green trainer will choose first!” When he shouted this, he signalled the green flag towards George.
“Okay, here goes!” he said, throwing a ball, half red and half white, into the field. As a small button on it hit the floor, the ball opened, letting out a blinding light. The light then materialised into a shape and then the light cleared. It revealed a large grey boulder with four arms. It was looking around, then seemed to get its focus and stared at Rhoda.
“Grav, Graveller,” it said, sounding determined to win. Next it was Rhoda’s turn. She picked a small ball from her belt, but it wasn’t red and white. This one still had white on the bottom half, but it was blue with two red stripes on the top.
“I choose you, Venonat!” she shouted throwing it. This time, when it opened, the light didn’t just appear, but it came out in little stars, forming the shape of the Pokémon and then revealing it by exploding the light particles. The Pokémon left behind was a small purple insect, with long antenna and red eyes.
“Venonat, Venonat, Nat,” it said, looking from its trainer to Graveller. It was much smaller than the Graveller, but still it looked confident in its own abilities.
“Graveller, use your Magnitude!” ordered George. His Pokémon began to cry, loudly. During the cries, the ground began to shake vigorously.
“Would you look at that folks,” said Luther, seemingly amazed, “Now we all know that the power of a Magnitude is never the same, but I must say that this Magnitude seems extremely strong.”
“I agree, Luther,” added Derek, “That is one strong Graveller there. Is anyone else wondering why Rhoda sent out that Venonat against it? I think we may have a surprise in store for us here.” Venonat was taking the attack very well, considering how strong it was made out to be.
“Venonat, use Confusion on Graveller now!” shouted Rhoda. Venonat jumped into the air and concentrated its mind on Graveller. A strange blue aura surrounded Graveller, lifting it up into the air. “Now, send it flying!”
“Veeeen-Noo-Naaat!” shouted Venonat as it flung its head to the side, sending Graveller in the same direction. Graveller hit a rock in the middle of the field, grabbing onto it to stabilise itself.
“Now Graveller, Rollout!” shouted George, once again ordering an attack from the Rock-Type Pokémon. Graveller began to run around in a small circle, gaining speed. It kept running until it fell onto its middle and began to spin, with huge speed. It carried on spinning, moving towards Venonat, hitting it square in the face.
“Oh no, that Rollout looked really powerful, and we all know that the Rollout attack gets stronger for the duration of the attack. This could be bad news for Rhoda and her Venonat,” said Luther, watching the battle from the commentators’ box.
“Try to dodge this one Venonat!” shouted Rhoda. Venonat tried to jump out of the way as Graveller came back for another attack, but to no avail. It was hit hard.
“Ha-ha, keep going Graveller!” shouted George, enjoying the fact that he was winning so far. Graveller went in for another hit.
“Venonat, Disable!” shouted Rhoda. Venonat stared at the spinning Graveller, until it stopped, not able to move.
“Well now the battle is getting started!” said Derek, “Rhoda’s Venonat just stopped Graveller from using Rollout. This battle could still go on for a while yet.”
“Now Venonat, use Confusion to lift it into the air!” shouted Rhoda. Venonat once again created a blue aura around Graveller, but this time, it didn’t fling it to a rock. “Good Venonat, now blast it with a Psychic!” When she shouted this, Venonat crawled into itself, tucking its hands and feet in to make a ball.
“Veeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnn,” it droned, building power inside itself. When it had built up enough energy, it looked sternly at the floating Graveller. When it looked at Graveller, a huge explosion of purple light appeared in front of the heavy Pokémon, shooting it back. It hit rocks as it went, only to break straight through them and continue flying, finally hitting the wall behind its trainer, knocked out.
“And there we have it folks, the first knockout of the league!” shouted Luther, “Well, I wonder what Pokémon George will pick next” George picked a Pokéball from his belt, but this wasn’t the same either. It was still white, but the top was black, with two yellow stripes going down either side, stopping at the white.
“Ultraball, GO!” he shouted, throwing the strangely coloured ball. It opened up to give off almost a firework display of light, forming into a shape and then simply spinning off the Pokémon left behind. It was a tall horse, sporting a horn at the top of its head. Its mane was made of fire, as was its tail and the backs of all its legs.
“Raaaaaaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-aaaa!” it shouted, sounding more like a whinny that it’s actual name.
Hunter
So basically, I hope you enjoy this story. Please leave comments so I can see how I'm doing, what I can do differently, even any ideas you have for upcoming battles. Every little helps.
Tournament Chronicles
Volume 1: The Indigo League
Chapter One
Lights turned on in a crowded stadium. The seats were massing with people, from different places, all over the region of Kanto. In the centre of the stadium were a large group of people, set aside from the others. One in particular stands out from the rest, much smaller than his neighbours. A man with a long white beard stood on a stage in front of the group of people, holding a microphone.
“Hello contestants,” he said, looking around at the trainers, “As you all know, we are gathered here to view the biggest tournament throughout the land of Kanto, where we will see old champions and new up and coming trainers.” The smaller trainer looked up at this, his brown eyes coming into view thanks to the floodlights above. “The usual rules apply to this tournament, but for newcomers, we’ll elaborate on them. First off, there will be the first round of battles, where each trainer will battle four three-on-three battles against their opponent on a randomly selected field. These fields chosen this year are as follows; the Water Field, where each trainer will have to show their ability to adapt both in water and on the platforms provided; then the Rock Field, where trainers usually use their most powerful Pokémon; next, the Ice Field, where most trainers use skill to use the field to their advantage; and finally, the Grass Field, where speed is the best attribute used.” The small boy turned to a man next to him, smiling the biggest smile he could muster.
“Aren’t you excited?” he asked the man, looking up at him.
“Not really,” he replied, tediously, “I’ve been to this tournament three times before.”
“Next, the contestants who make it through there will then face a series of six-on-six battles on a standard field, giving no advantage to any Pokémon type. So, without further ado, let the sacred flame be lit!” As the old man shouted, a man in a running suit made his way up a flight of stone steps, until he met a huge burner at the top, to which he placed the torch he was holding. A fire burst from the burner, almost shaping into the legendary bird of fire, Moltres.
***
“Here we are, folks, witnessing the very first battle of this years tournament, and what a day it is, don’t you agree, Derek?” asked a male voice coming through a speaker in the stadium. His voice was being transmitted from the commentators’ box far above the stands.
“Yes, Luther,” said the deeper voice known as Derek, “For all the guys who couldn’t make it, I really feel for you, this seems like a good day for Pokémon Battles.” The crowd cheered at this statement.
“That’s right,” said Luther, “But now, let’s hear it for today’s trainers.” Two doors opened at each end of the field, which at the moment was just brown flooring marked with white lines to shape it into the right size for the battle. It had a semi-circle at each end for the trainer to stand in. “Here is Rhoda, from Celadon City!” The crowd went wild, as out of one of the doors, a young woman walked. She was wearing a long pink dress, decorated with yellow flowers. Her mousy brown hair, which was tied into a bun, matched her mousy brown eyes. She stepped up to the semicircle on the left side of the field, from the commentators’ box’s point of view.
“Okay guys, could we resume the silence while I announce Rhoda’s opponent,” said Derek. At this, the crowd silenced itself to a tiny whisper. “Thank you, guys. Here is our next trainer, George from Viridian City!” Out of the door on the opposite side came a young man, standing in a pose that made him look arrogant. His hair was styled into spikes, black, matching his black shirt. His blue jeans were his only other part of clothing visible, as he wore no footwear to speak of. He stood opposite Rhoda, staring his opponent down.
“I hope you’re prepared to lose,” said George, still acting very cool. Rhoda looked him up and down.
“Win or lose, I’m going to fight until the end!” she shouted back, showing that she wasn’t a pushover.
“Right then, folks, we will now bring on the randomly choose the field type,” said Luther, “Of course, it was randomly selected before the battle started so that the trainers could prepare the right Pokémon to assist them on the field. And I will now reveal that the field chosen for this battle is,” he said this and then paused, knowing that the stands would be full of anticipation, which they were,” The Rock Field!” As he said this, the battlefield began to open from the lines in the middle of it, moving out to the sides. After that, a rumbling was heard from below the gap, rising to reveal a field filled with rocks and a rough surface. A referee in a blue shirt stood at the edge, in the centre so that he could see the battle properly. Due to the rocks, he was allowed a small stage to help him have the best accuracy possible.
“The battle will start now!” he said, raising a green flag and a red flag, placed on either side to show which colour represented each trainer. “The green trainer will choose first!” When he shouted this, he signalled the green flag towards George.
“Okay, here goes!” he said, throwing a ball, half red and half white, into the field. As a small button on it hit the floor, the ball opened, letting out a blinding light. The light then materialised into a shape and then the light cleared. It revealed a large grey boulder with four arms. It was looking around, then seemed to get its focus and stared at Rhoda.
“Grav, Graveller,” it said, sounding determined to win. Next it was Rhoda’s turn. She picked a small ball from her belt, but it wasn’t red and white. This one still had white on the bottom half, but it was blue with two red stripes on the top.
“I choose you, Venonat!” she shouted throwing it. This time, when it opened, the light didn’t just appear, but it came out in little stars, forming the shape of the Pokémon and then revealing it by exploding the light particles. The Pokémon left behind was a small purple insect, with long antenna and red eyes.
“Venonat, Venonat, Nat,” it said, looking from its trainer to Graveller. It was much smaller than the Graveller, but still it looked confident in its own abilities.
“Graveller, use your Magnitude!” ordered George. His Pokémon began to cry, loudly. During the cries, the ground began to shake vigorously.
“Would you look at that folks,” said Luther, seemingly amazed, “Now we all know that the power of a Magnitude is never the same, but I must say that this Magnitude seems extremely strong.”
“I agree, Luther,” added Derek, “That is one strong Graveller there. Is anyone else wondering why Rhoda sent out that Venonat against it? I think we may have a surprise in store for us here.” Venonat was taking the attack very well, considering how strong it was made out to be.
“Venonat, use Confusion on Graveller now!” shouted Rhoda. Venonat jumped into the air and concentrated its mind on Graveller. A strange blue aura surrounded Graveller, lifting it up into the air. “Now, send it flying!”
“Veeeen-Noo-Naaat!” shouted Venonat as it flung its head to the side, sending Graveller in the same direction. Graveller hit a rock in the middle of the field, grabbing onto it to stabilise itself.
“Now Graveller, Rollout!” shouted George, once again ordering an attack from the Rock-Type Pokémon. Graveller began to run around in a small circle, gaining speed. It kept running until it fell onto its middle and began to spin, with huge speed. It carried on spinning, moving towards Venonat, hitting it square in the face.
“Oh no, that Rollout looked really powerful, and we all know that the Rollout attack gets stronger for the duration of the attack. This could be bad news for Rhoda and her Venonat,” said Luther, watching the battle from the commentators’ box.
“Try to dodge this one Venonat!” shouted Rhoda. Venonat tried to jump out of the way as Graveller came back for another attack, but to no avail. It was hit hard.
“Ha-ha, keep going Graveller!” shouted George, enjoying the fact that he was winning so far. Graveller went in for another hit.
“Venonat, Disable!” shouted Rhoda. Venonat stared at the spinning Graveller, until it stopped, not able to move.
“Well now the battle is getting started!” said Derek, “Rhoda’s Venonat just stopped Graveller from using Rollout. This battle could still go on for a while yet.”
“Now Venonat, use Confusion to lift it into the air!” shouted Rhoda. Venonat once again created a blue aura around Graveller, but this time, it didn’t fling it to a rock. “Good Venonat, now blast it with a Psychic!” When she shouted this, Venonat crawled into itself, tucking its hands and feet in to make a ball.
“Veeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnn,” it droned, building power inside itself. When it had built up enough energy, it looked sternly at the floating Graveller. When it looked at Graveller, a huge explosion of purple light appeared in front of the heavy Pokémon, shooting it back. It hit rocks as it went, only to break straight through them and continue flying, finally hitting the wall behind its trainer, knocked out.
“And there we have it folks, the first knockout of the league!” shouted Luther, “Well, I wonder what Pokémon George will pick next” George picked a Pokéball from his belt, but this wasn’t the same either. It was still white, but the top was black, with two yellow stripes going down either side, stopping at the white.
“Ultraball, GO!” he shouted, throwing the strangely coloured ball. It opened up to give off almost a firework display of light, forming into a shape and then simply spinning off the Pokémon left behind. It was a tall horse, sporting a horn at the top of its head. Its mane was made of fire, as was its tail and the backs of all its legs.
“Raaaaaaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-aaaa!” it shouted, sounding more like a whinny that it’s actual name.
Hunter
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