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Happy 15th, Pokemon!
After my previous fanfic up and failed, I started anew. Here is the Prologue and First Chapter of the story:::
Credit to Psypokes for the Dex entries and [URL="http://www.serebii.net]Serebii[/URL] for making sure I don't screw up the movesets :)
Prologue: Background
Following Footsteps is a Pokémon fan fiction set in the Pokémon world and chronicles the adventures of childhood friends Hunter Peterson and Rose Taylor. Hunter’s tenth birthday is coincidentally the day Professor Oak holds a “Starter Day” for prospective trainers. His father was tragically and brutally killed in an accident on Mount Ember with a wild Moltres while trying to prove himself to the Viridian City Gym Leader, Gary. Hunter is driven by this and his adventure is just the next chapter in his father’s story and his father’s baseball cap is the sole reminder of why Hunter is a trainer.
Rose Taylor has been friends with Hunter practically since birth and is starting her journey with Hunter with the hopes of becoming a Contest trainer. Even though she could have started a couple months ago on her own, she wanted to wait until Hunter was eligible so they could travel together. Her sister is out traveling in Johto playing double, collecting ribbons and badges, and both Rose and her sister come from a line of Contest stars, their mother included.
The antagonists, Team Midnight Sun, have the stereotypical hopes to rule the world by capturing Mewtwo and the legendary birds (in their mind the strongest Pokémon) and forcing the people to obey. A simple run-in between Hunter, Rose, and the cronies cause bad blood to brew between the two parties. Following Footsteps is divided into books, one per region. This is Book One: Kanto Region.
Book 1: Kanto Region
Chapter 1: Into the Great Beyond
A warm summer day in Palette Town was half over, the sun beating down on berry plants and trees and a line of ten-year-or-older children looping through the streets of the town. Today was a big day and each child is awaiting their big chance: that one Pokéball, the one little metal red-and-white sphere that would give the kids (some weren’t actually kids, some held out a few years so that they were certain this was the career path they wanted or so that they could finish their schooling) an opportunity to see the world, to become one of the most respected people within the Pokémon community.
Hunter and Rose were two of the aspiring trainers somewhere halfway down the line, best friends since they were born. They had been standing there for a few hours now with the rest of the kids standing around them, the scenery changing like a still painting on a wall. A gentle breeze caressed the group. “So Hunter,” Rose said, breaking silence. “Which Pokemon are you going for?”
“I think I want Charmander because it’s fast and strong,” he responded, gazing into Rose’s sparkling ice blue eyes. He watched her auburn hair flutter in the warm breeze. “How about you?”
“Definitely Squirtle,” Rose said, looking up to meet Hunter’s eyes. Hunter stood tall and thin and towered over most 10-year old children. “It’s strong and cute, and it has Contest potential.”
“Good choice, but you know I’d beat you in a battle.” He chuckled.
“You do realize that I have a type advantage over you, right? See, I prepared. You lounged around like this is another day at school, not studying up on battle tactics, or the basics of Pokémon knowledge; nothing. No. Instead, you dozed off and slept in!” The pair spent the next hour in the same way, talking with each other, and meeting other Trainers, eager to hear their stories and getting tips from the other Trainers’ friends. Parents were standing at the doors of their houses and the lab, saying their goodbyes and wishing their children good luck on the journey of a lifetime. Some were ankle-deep in a sea of tissues, crying their hearts out, hoping their kids would always return and wishing that their children didn’t see them this way.
Noon had passed, Hunter and Rose were hungry, and they were about 60 feet away from Professor Oak’s Laboratory. They knew that if they got out of line, they’d have to wait another hour; another day; maybe even another year. They continued to talk in the same manner as the past hour, discussing plans for the journey and making friends that they’d probably meet again in a battle sometime. 60 feet later, they stood at the threshold of the lab. They took a deep breath and stepped into the establishment. Pushed forward by two lab assistants, they sped through the wide expanse of habitat, technological equipment, and shelves of various sizes and containing many convoluted materials and scribble-labeled binders. They made it to the back of the lab, where a sea of red and white spheres flowed throughout the walls on small shelves. Stacks upon stacks of red and pink devices were piled up on a back table, as organized as it could be for a day’s preparation among other things. An older man stood before them, his hair short, the color a mix of light brown and gray. “Why, hello there, young Trainers,” he began. “My name is Professor Oak. I understand you want your Pokémon, correct?” Oak paused after finishing that statement for what seemed to him to be the billionth time today. Hunter and Rose, too taken aback by the sheer enormity of the place and the magnitude of the event, nodded anxiously.
Oak chuckled. “Well, as you may know, you have three Pokémon to choose from: Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle.” As he spoke, he motioned to each Pokéball containing each Pokémon, also scribble-labeled.
“Well, which would you like?” Oak inquired.
“I’ll have Squirtle,” Rose said, squealing when Oak dropped the cold, metal sphere in her hands.
“Charmander, please,” Hunter proclaimed, trying hard not to be demanding and attempting to contain his erupting excitement.
“Before you leave I must give you these,” the Professor said, handing Rose a messenger bag-style backpack. Hunter received a single-strap backpack. “Inside there are 2 different items. 5 Pokéballs to catch Pokémon, and Pokédex to record Pokémon information. Now there are many more Pokémon than there are in the Kanto region. There are well over 500 in the world, with 151 of those native to this region. I don’t want to keep you waiting here any longer! Hurry! There’s so much out there for you to explore, so off you go!” Oak smiled as the two lab assistants hurried Rose and Hunter off to the great beyond of the Kanto Region.
“Hey, what’s that?” Hunter called out, stopping to point. Above them soared a massive fiery bird, crying out into the dusk.
“I don’t know, but it’s so majestic,” Rose awed. “Hey, help me set up camp. I know it’s still early but I don’t want to push ourselves too much on the first day.”
“Yeah, sure,” Hunter mumbled. What was that bird thing? He wondered as he began to set up the tent.
Credit to Psypokes for the Dex entries and [URL="http://www.serebii.net]Serebii[/URL] for making sure I don't screw up the movesets :)
Prologue: Background
Following Footsteps is a Pokémon fan fiction set in the Pokémon world and chronicles the adventures of childhood friends Hunter Peterson and Rose Taylor. Hunter’s tenth birthday is coincidentally the day Professor Oak holds a “Starter Day” for prospective trainers. His father was tragically and brutally killed in an accident on Mount Ember with a wild Moltres while trying to prove himself to the Viridian City Gym Leader, Gary. Hunter is driven by this and his adventure is just the next chapter in his father’s story and his father’s baseball cap is the sole reminder of why Hunter is a trainer.
Rose Taylor has been friends with Hunter practically since birth and is starting her journey with Hunter with the hopes of becoming a Contest trainer. Even though she could have started a couple months ago on her own, she wanted to wait until Hunter was eligible so they could travel together. Her sister is out traveling in Johto playing double, collecting ribbons and badges, and both Rose and her sister come from a line of Contest stars, their mother included.
The antagonists, Team Midnight Sun, have the stereotypical hopes to rule the world by capturing Mewtwo and the legendary birds (in their mind the strongest Pokémon) and forcing the people to obey. A simple run-in between Hunter, Rose, and the cronies cause bad blood to brew between the two parties. Following Footsteps is divided into books, one per region. This is Book One: Kanto Region.
Book 1: Kanto Region
Chapter 1: Into the Great Beyond
A warm summer day in Palette Town was half over, the sun beating down on berry plants and trees and a line of ten-year-or-older children looping through the streets of the town. Today was a big day and each child is awaiting their big chance: that one Pokéball, the one little metal red-and-white sphere that would give the kids (some weren’t actually kids, some held out a few years so that they were certain this was the career path they wanted or so that they could finish their schooling) an opportunity to see the world, to become one of the most respected people within the Pokémon community.
Hunter and Rose were two of the aspiring trainers somewhere halfway down the line, best friends since they were born. They had been standing there for a few hours now with the rest of the kids standing around them, the scenery changing like a still painting on a wall. A gentle breeze caressed the group. “So Hunter,” Rose said, breaking silence. “Which Pokemon are you going for?”
“I think I want Charmander because it’s fast and strong,” he responded, gazing into Rose’s sparkling ice blue eyes. He watched her auburn hair flutter in the warm breeze. “How about you?”
“Definitely Squirtle,” Rose said, looking up to meet Hunter’s eyes. Hunter stood tall and thin and towered over most 10-year old children. “It’s strong and cute, and it has Contest potential.”
“Good choice, but you know I’d beat you in a battle.” He chuckled.
“You do realize that I have a type advantage over you, right? See, I prepared. You lounged around like this is another day at school, not studying up on battle tactics, or the basics of Pokémon knowledge; nothing. No. Instead, you dozed off and slept in!” The pair spent the next hour in the same way, talking with each other, and meeting other Trainers, eager to hear their stories and getting tips from the other Trainers’ friends. Parents were standing at the doors of their houses and the lab, saying their goodbyes and wishing their children good luck on the journey of a lifetime. Some were ankle-deep in a sea of tissues, crying their hearts out, hoping their kids would always return and wishing that their children didn’t see them this way.
Noon had passed, Hunter and Rose were hungry, and they were about 60 feet away from Professor Oak’s Laboratory. They knew that if they got out of line, they’d have to wait another hour; another day; maybe even another year. They continued to talk in the same manner as the past hour, discussing plans for the journey and making friends that they’d probably meet again in a battle sometime. 60 feet later, they stood at the threshold of the lab. They took a deep breath and stepped into the establishment. Pushed forward by two lab assistants, they sped through the wide expanse of habitat, technological equipment, and shelves of various sizes and containing many convoluted materials and scribble-labeled binders. They made it to the back of the lab, where a sea of red and white spheres flowed throughout the walls on small shelves. Stacks upon stacks of red and pink devices were piled up on a back table, as organized as it could be for a day’s preparation among other things. An older man stood before them, his hair short, the color a mix of light brown and gray. “Why, hello there, young Trainers,” he began. “My name is Professor Oak. I understand you want your Pokémon, correct?” Oak paused after finishing that statement for what seemed to him to be the billionth time today. Hunter and Rose, too taken aback by the sheer enormity of the place and the magnitude of the event, nodded anxiously.
Oak chuckled. “Well, as you may know, you have three Pokémon to choose from: Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle.” As he spoke, he motioned to each Pokéball containing each Pokémon, also scribble-labeled.
“Well, which would you like?” Oak inquired.
“I’ll have Squirtle,” Rose said, squealing when Oak dropped the cold, metal sphere in her hands.
“Charmander, please,” Hunter proclaimed, trying hard not to be demanding and attempting to contain his erupting excitement.
“Before you leave I must give you these,” the Professor said, handing Rose a messenger bag-style backpack. Hunter received a single-strap backpack. “Inside there are 2 different items. 5 Pokéballs to catch Pokémon, and Pokédex to record Pokémon information. Now there are many more Pokémon than there are in the Kanto region. There are well over 500 in the world, with 151 of those native to this region. I don’t want to keep you waiting here any longer! Hurry! There’s so much out there for you to explore, so off you go!” Oak smiled as the two lab assistants hurried Rose and Hunter off to the great beyond of the Kanto Region.
“Hey, what’s that?” Hunter called out, stopping to point. Above them soared a massive fiery bird, crying out into the dusk.
“I don’t know, but it’s so majestic,” Rose awed. “Hey, help me set up camp. I know it’s still early but I don’t want to push ourselves too much on the first day.”
“Yeah, sure,” Hunter mumbled. What was that bird thing? He wondered as he began to set up the tent.
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