Flora
local hellion
- Pronoun
- they/he/it/neos
(Previously titled Freedom for those of you who think it looks familiar)
(Rated T (according to the ratings on fanfiction.net) because for some odd reason I really want to make Ash say “damn” in it, since he’s in quite a predicament.)
(So...yeah. This is a very strange fanfiction. The first one I’ve ever done in first person, and probably the last one. I hope. :D)
(Since this is the first fanfiction that I think I've done pretty well on, as well as the first one I've had published here, I really welcome criticism to help me improve.
So sit back and enjoy this bizarre little prologue, complete with a battle that took me a month to write due to having no clue how to write one. ^^;)
Finally. For once, I actually managed to make it to the finals of a Pokemon League. This match, strangely, was a one-on-one match, unlike the others, which were three-vs-three. It doesn’t matter, though. I’m gonna win anyway! My opponent and I walk up to the arena, standing on opposite sides. The battle’s about to begin.
“Challengers, state your names,” calls the referee from the center of the arena. We both stand silent for a moment, not knowing who should speak first.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, the other boy steps forward. “I’m Taylor Aurum,” he calls to the stands, “and I’m gonna be the winner today.” The crowd, for some reason, goes wild. A couple of girls blush and giggle. I simply roll my eyes.
Now it’s my turn to speak. I take a step forward, and say to the crowd, “I’m Ash Ketchum, and I’m gonna be a Pokemon Master!” The crowd is a little less enthusiastic, except for Dawn, Brock, my mom (who, thankfully, has not told me to change my underwear yet), and Professor Oak, who are yelling at the top of their lungs. The rest of the crowd stares at them, bewildered.
The referee proceeds to explain the rules once everyone has quieted down. “Since this is a one-on-one battle, the following rules are in effect: the usage of Perish Song will result in a draw if the match continues past the turn limit; Destiny Bond is prohibited and will result in the user forfeiting the match; and Self-Destruct and Explosion will result in loss for the user, as expected.” It doesn’t matter to me; none of my Pokemon know any of those moves. Taylor, however, is deep in thought. Maybe one of his Pokemon knows one of the moves, and it affects his strategy. Either way, he has to think of a new strategy. The referee waves his flags and shouts, “Let the match begin!”
Taylor gets to send out his Pokemon first. Grinning with cockiness, he tosses a Pokéball into the air and calls out, “Do your best, Waterjaw!”
Waterjaw? What kind of Pokémon is that? As the red beam changes into a tall, menacing form, its color changes. It’s a bright blue, with a yellow stomach and red scales all over its back. It somewhat reminds me of the Totodile I trained before I headed off to Hoenn.
Baffled by the strange Pokémon, I quickly pull out Dexter, my Pokédex. It analyzes the Pokémon for a few seconds. Then, in a mechanical voice, it says, “Feraligatr, the Big Jaw Pokémon. The evolved form of Croconaw. Feraligatr usually moves slowly, but it goes at blinding speed when it attacks and bites prey.”
What a frightening dex entry, I think. But if Feraligatr is a Water-type, then I can do pretty well with Pikachu. And I can tell he wants to battle, since he’s glaring at Waterjaw. “Come on, Pikachu!” I yell to the arena. He runs onto the field, excited for the fight. Unfortunately, he’s running too fast, and accidentally rams straight into Waterjaw.
Waterjaw is obviously angered by this. “Waterjaw,” yells Taylor, “use Bite!” The Feraligatr stomps toward Pikachu.
“Use Agility!” I shout toward Pikachu as Waterjaw gets closer. Normally he could outrun a Pokemon as big and bulky as the Feraligatr, but Pikachu was paralyzed with fear by the size of his opponent. Waterjaw catches up with Pikachu (after a few seconds, of course) and chomps down on his tail.
“Pikaaaaaaaaa!” he squeaks as he darts away from the massive Feraligatr. I can see a few red marks on his tail where Waterjaw’s sharp teeth bit him. Taylor simply smirks at the sight of Pikachu’s pain.
That kid…he actually likes that Pikachu’s in pain? What a horrible trainer! I think as I try to figure out what move to use to pull the match in my favor. “Pikachu, use Thunderbolt!” I call out to the arena. He begins to generate electricity, as I can see from the sparks coming out from his cheeks.
Suddenly, Pikachu sends a massive bolt of electricity rippling across the arena toward Waterjaw. It makes contact with Waterjaw and causes him to stumble backwards. The crowd is awed by the power of the Thunderbolt, and cheers a little. Taylor, however, is horrified. How dare they cheer for me, and not for him?!?
I have a feeling that guy has serious issues regarding arrogance.
“Waterjaw, let’s not waste any time on winning this battle; use Hydro Cannon!”
Hydro Cannon? What move is that? I never heard of it, let alone seen it in battle!
Waterjaw simply stands there. I think to myself, It’ll be easy to dodge this attack. Slowly, however, the Feraligatr’s cheeks begin to bulge. Rather than ordering Pikachu to use Agility, I simply stand back and watch.
Waterjaw then opens his mouth and shoots out a typhoon of water. Pikachu attempts to scurry away from the rush of water, but he isn’t quick enough and gets pounded by an onslaught of waves. “Hang in there, Pikachu!” I yell as the flood of water slowly drains from the stadium.
After all the water has either drained through a vent or been absorbed into the ground, Pikachu stands up ready to fight some more. “C’mon, Pikachu! Use-“
He’s utterly exhausted from the typhoon that ensued from the Hydro Cannon, however, and collapses on the ground. “Pikachu is unable to battle,” shouts the referee. “Taylor Aurum is the new Sinnoh League champion!” The crowd bursts into screams of joy, as Taylor attempts to congratulate himself and Waterjaw, who seems to be frozen due to the power he put into the Hydro Cannon.
I rush across the arena, pick up Pikachu, and walk out of the stadium. Outside, Dawn, Professor Oak, and my mom meet up with me. Brock, however, has found himself nearby one of Taylor’s fangirls, and I think you can imagine what happened.
“You did great, honey!” says my mom happily. At least she didn’t mention the underwear thing.
Dawn adds, “If you were to perform that Thunderbolt in a contest, it sure would have given you a good deal of points!”
“Thanks,” I tell them both. I’m pretty satisfied with my performance as well.
Professor Oak’s statement, however, has nothing to do with the battle. He tells me, “Ash, I’ve heard from Scott that there’s going to be a competition at the Battle Pyramid, and that he wants you to come.”
“Of course!” I quickly respond. I’d never pass up an opportunity to compete in a tournament.
“I wish I could come to watch you,” commented Dawn, “but I promised my mom I’d stop and see her after the Pokemon League was over.”
Brock, who had been dragged back to us by his Croagunk, adds, “And I have to check up on the Gym back in Pewter City.” They both look pretty sad about having to miss my competition. (Although in Brock’s case, it might be because he’ll be missing a chance to meet with pretty girls.)
Mom and Professor Oak, however, promise that they’ll be at the Battle Pyramid in three days’ time, when the competition starts.
I can’t wait! I think to myself. I think I’ll leave tomorrow, to make sure I’m there in time.
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It’s now the day I leave for the Battle Frontier! I’m already on the ship, on the way. Only a few minutes left…
“Attention, passengers; we have reached the Battle Frontier. Please collect your personal belongings and exit the ship in an orderly fashion. Thank you for sailing with us on the SS Lapras, and have a fun time at the Battle Frontier!” called the captain over the ship’s intercom. And, of course, the exit from the ship is anything but orderly. I swear I just saw the captain fall overboard.
According to this map, I have to head halfway across the island to get to the Battle Pyramid. Okay. That won’t take too long, I hope.
I remember the first time I was here…well, some of it, anyway, seeing as I was brain-dead for a few minutes. I really don’t want to remember it, though. It was…shocking, literally and figuratively.
“A Ho-oh?” I asked after hearing the myth. A Ho-oh, apparently caught in an ancient Pokéball? Impossible. I’ve already seen Ho-oh. However, I decided to check it out anyway and see if it was true. I ran through the corridor in the ruins, trying to find a secret room.
There’s the Battle Pike. I’ll be there in half an hour.
“Ah-hah!” I said after I’d found a strange room. Inside, there seemed to be a throne - perhaps for the king who once ruled the empire of Pokélantis?
And there’s the Battle Factory. Only ten more minutes…
“Hm?” Upon stepping into the room a ton of torches lit automatically. I progressed further into the room, noticing the large statue in the back. Was that the king?
And there’s the Battle Arena. Only a few minutes left…
“Is this it?” I asked as I examined the stone Pokéball that had been placed on the throne. I picked it up, trying to see if I could open it.
“Don’t do anything with that Pokéball!” yelled Brandon, the Pyramid King, as he, Brock, my companion May, and her brother Max rushed into the room. There wasn’t anything he could do about it, though-I’d already held it over my head.
“Light, come forth from the darkness…” a strange voice said. Suddenly, the Pokéball twitched in my hand. I looked up and saw a purple spirit hovering in the air.
There it is! I just have a minute left. The scenery’s beautiful-there’s a forest right there. It seems to be populated by ghost Pokemon-I think there’s a Gastly right in front of me. I’d better start planning out my strategy now!
And after that…nothing…
(That was longer than I expected it to be. But I’m pretty satisfied with it. So, critique away!)
Series Finale
Prologue: Thanks for the Memories…I think.
Prologue: Thanks for the Memories…I think.
(Rated T (according to the ratings on fanfiction.net) because for some odd reason I really want to make Ash say “damn” in it, since he’s in quite a predicament.)
(So...yeah. This is a very strange fanfiction. The first one I’ve ever done in first person, and probably the last one. I hope. :D)
(Since this is the first fanfiction that I think I've done pretty well on, as well as the first one I've had published here, I really welcome criticism to help me improve.
So sit back and enjoy this bizarre little prologue, complete with a battle that took me a month to write due to having no clue how to write one. ^^;)
Finally. For once, I actually managed to make it to the finals of a Pokemon League. This match, strangely, was a one-on-one match, unlike the others, which were three-vs-three. It doesn’t matter, though. I’m gonna win anyway! My opponent and I walk up to the arena, standing on opposite sides. The battle’s about to begin.
“Challengers, state your names,” calls the referee from the center of the arena. We both stand silent for a moment, not knowing who should speak first.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, the other boy steps forward. “I’m Taylor Aurum,” he calls to the stands, “and I’m gonna be the winner today.” The crowd, for some reason, goes wild. A couple of girls blush and giggle. I simply roll my eyes.
Now it’s my turn to speak. I take a step forward, and say to the crowd, “I’m Ash Ketchum, and I’m gonna be a Pokemon Master!” The crowd is a little less enthusiastic, except for Dawn, Brock, my mom (who, thankfully, has not told me to change my underwear yet), and Professor Oak, who are yelling at the top of their lungs. The rest of the crowd stares at them, bewildered.
The referee proceeds to explain the rules once everyone has quieted down. “Since this is a one-on-one battle, the following rules are in effect: the usage of Perish Song will result in a draw if the match continues past the turn limit; Destiny Bond is prohibited and will result in the user forfeiting the match; and Self-Destruct and Explosion will result in loss for the user, as expected.” It doesn’t matter to me; none of my Pokemon know any of those moves. Taylor, however, is deep in thought. Maybe one of his Pokemon knows one of the moves, and it affects his strategy. Either way, he has to think of a new strategy. The referee waves his flags and shouts, “Let the match begin!”
Taylor gets to send out his Pokemon first. Grinning with cockiness, he tosses a Pokéball into the air and calls out, “Do your best, Waterjaw!”
Waterjaw? What kind of Pokémon is that? As the red beam changes into a tall, menacing form, its color changes. It’s a bright blue, with a yellow stomach and red scales all over its back. It somewhat reminds me of the Totodile I trained before I headed off to Hoenn.
Baffled by the strange Pokémon, I quickly pull out Dexter, my Pokédex. It analyzes the Pokémon for a few seconds. Then, in a mechanical voice, it says, “Feraligatr, the Big Jaw Pokémon. The evolved form of Croconaw. Feraligatr usually moves slowly, but it goes at blinding speed when it attacks and bites prey.”
What a frightening dex entry, I think. But if Feraligatr is a Water-type, then I can do pretty well with Pikachu. And I can tell he wants to battle, since he’s glaring at Waterjaw. “Come on, Pikachu!” I yell to the arena. He runs onto the field, excited for the fight. Unfortunately, he’s running too fast, and accidentally rams straight into Waterjaw.
Waterjaw is obviously angered by this. “Waterjaw,” yells Taylor, “use Bite!” The Feraligatr stomps toward Pikachu.
“Use Agility!” I shout toward Pikachu as Waterjaw gets closer. Normally he could outrun a Pokemon as big and bulky as the Feraligatr, but Pikachu was paralyzed with fear by the size of his opponent. Waterjaw catches up with Pikachu (after a few seconds, of course) and chomps down on his tail.
“Pikaaaaaaaaa!” he squeaks as he darts away from the massive Feraligatr. I can see a few red marks on his tail where Waterjaw’s sharp teeth bit him. Taylor simply smirks at the sight of Pikachu’s pain.
That kid…he actually likes that Pikachu’s in pain? What a horrible trainer! I think as I try to figure out what move to use to pull the match in my favor. “Pikachu, use Thunderbolt!” I call out to the arena. He begins to generate electricity, as I can see from the sparks coming out from his cheeks.
Suddenly, Pikachu sends a massive bolt of electricity rippling across the arena toward Waterjaw. It makes contact with Waterjaw and causes him to stumble backwards. The crowd is awed by the power of the Thunderbolt, and cheers a little. Taylor, however, is horrified. How dare they cheer for me, and not for him?!?
I have a feeling that guy has serious issues regarding arrogance.
“Waterjaw, let’s not waste any time on winning this battle; use Hydro Cannon!”
Hydro Cannon? What move is that? I never heard of it, let alone seen it in battle!
Waterjaw simply stands there. I think to myself, It’ll be easy to dodge this attack. Slowly, however, the Feraligatr’s cheeks begin to bulge. Rather than ordering Pikachu to use Agility, I simply stand back and watch.
Waterjaw then opens his mouth and shoots out a typhoon of water. Pikachu attempts to scurry away from the rush of water, but he isn’t quick enough and gets pounded by an onslaught of waves. “Hang in there, Pikachu!” I yell as the flood of water slowly drains from the stadium.
After all the water has either drained through a vent or been absorbed into the ground, Pikachu stands up ready to fight some more. “C’mon, Pikachu! Use-“
He’s utterly exhausted from the typhoon that ensued from the Hydro Cannon, however, and collapses on the ground. “Pikachu is unable to battle,” shouts the referee. “Taylor Aurum is the new Sinnoh League champion!” The crowd bursts into screams of joy, as Taylor attempts to congratulate himself and Waterjaw, who seems to be frozen due to the power he put into the Hydro Cannon.
I rush across the arena, pick up Pikachu, and walk out of the stadium. Outside, Dawn, Professor Oak, and my mom meet up with me. Brock, however, has found himself nearby one of Taylor’s fangirls, and I think you can imagine what happened.
“You did great, honey!” says my mom happily. At least she didn’t mention the underwear thing.
Dawn adds, “If you were to perform that Thunderbolt in a contest, it sure would have given you a good deal of points!”
“Thanks,” I tell them both. I’m pretty satisfied with my performance as well.
Professor Oak’s statement, however, has nothing to do with the battle. He tells me, “Ash, I’ve heard from Scott that there’s going to be a competition at the Battle Pyramid, and that he wants you to come.”
“Of course!” I quickly respond. I’d never pass up an opportunity to compete in a tournament.
“I wish I could come to watch you,” commented Dawn, “but I promised my mom I’d stop and see her after the Pokemon League was over.”
Brock, who had been dragged back to us by his Croagunk, adds, “And I have to check up on the Gym back in Pewter City.” They both look pretty sad about having to miss my competition. (Although in Brock’s case, it might be because he’ll be missing a chance to meet with pretty girls.)
Mom and Professor Oak, however, promise that they’ll be at the Battle Pyramid in three days’ time, when the competition starts.
I can’t wait! I think to myself. I think I’ll leave tomorrow, to make sure I’m there in time.
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-
It’s now the day I leave for the Battle Frontier! I’m already on the ship, on the way. Only a few minutes left…
“Attention, passengers; we have reached the Battle Frontier. Please collect your personal belongings and exit the ship in an orderly fashion. Thank you for sailing with us on the SS Lapras, and have a fun time at the Battle Frontier!” called the captain over the ship’s intercom. And, of course, the exit from the ship is anything but orderly. I swear I just saw the captain fall overboard.
According to this map, I have to head halfway across the island to get to the Battle Pyramid. Okay. That won’t take too long, I hope.
I remember the first time I was here…well, some of it, anyway, seeing as I was brain-dead for a few minutes. I really don’t want to remember it, though. It was…shocking, literally and figuratively.
“A Ho-oh?” I asked after hearing the myth. A Ho-oh, apparently caught in an ancient Pokéball? Impossible. I’ve already seen Ho-oh. However, I decided to check it out anyway and see if it was true. I ran through the corridor in the ruins, trying to find a secret room.
There’s the Battle Pike. I’ll be there in half an hour.
“Ah-hah!” I said after I’d found a strange room. Inside, there seemed to be a throne - perhaps for the king who once ruled the empire of Pokélantis?
And there’s the Battle Factory. Only ten more minutes…
“Hm?” Upon stepping into the room a ton of torches lit automatically. I progressed further into the room, noticing the large statue in the back. Was that the king?
And there’s the Battle Arena. Only a few minutes left…
“Is this it?” I asked as I examined the stone Pokéball that had been placed on the throne. I picked it up, trying to see if I could open it.
“Don’t do anything with that Pokéball!” yelled Brandon, the Pyramid King, as he, Brock, my companion May, and her brother Max rushed into the room. There wasn’t anything he could do about it, though-I’d already held it over my head.
“Light, come forth from the darkness…” a strange voice said. Suddenly, the Pokéball twitched in my hand. I looked up and saw a purple spirit hovering in the air.
There it is! I just have a minute left. The scenery’s beautiful-there’s a forest right there. It seems to be populated by ghost Pokemon-I think there’s a Gastly right in front of me. I’d better start planning out my strategy now!
And after that…nothing…
(That was longer than I expected it to be. But I’m pretty satisfied with it. So, critique away!)
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