Eonrider
Will be online more, I swearz!
Seeing as this my first post outside the introduction thread, I would just like to say, HI, EVERYONE!
Now that's out of the way, Let me introduce my first attempt at a fanfic. It does not have a proper name yet, and the plot is almost nonexistant. I will make one up eventually. It features a made-up region and made-up Pokemon, just so you know. Okay, here it is:
Chapter One; Start of One Journey, End of Another
“Goodbye, Crossvine City!!!” The boy shouted as he ran towards Route One, his starter Pokemon, a blue, kitten like Pokemon with a water-droplet-shaped blade on the end of its tail, a Dripcat.
“Goodbye, Robert!!!” Crossvine City roared back.
All except Chris. He hung towards the back of the crowd, his slick black hair hanging over his hazel eyes, a sour expression on his face. “All the studying I did in class, and now this!” he muttered to himself. “I graduated, I did everything right, but the Pokemon meant for me was STOLEN!!”
He looked towards Robert, who was now just a speck on the horizon, his features invisible from the distance, and felt a surge of envy. The boys had once been best friends. Now, Chris was going to have to get a Pokemon fast if he ever wanted to catch up.
Chris sighed and slunk away from the crowd, to the safety of his house, and the comforting silence of his room.
Once home, Chris decided he might as well study for next year. He went straight for the Pokemon Speech book. This, of all the many subjects he’d studied, was his favourite. He liked to be able to think of Pokemon as equals to humans, and being able to do that required him to understand their language. He remembered the first Pokemon he’d ever spoken to, a Porygon. He’d been a little too eager, and made a few crucial mistakes, like asking the Porygon what it was like in diaper space instead of cyberspace, but he’d eventually got the message across, and was able to laugh about it afterwards.
Chris went and took the book off the shelf, and opened it to the first page.
“To fully enhance the bond between Pokemon and Trainer, being able to understand Pokemon Speech is a must. Pokemon Speech is made of syllables of the Pokemon’s own name, but all Pokemon speak the same language. The first thing a beginning Trainer should know is...”
This brought another pang of sadness. Chris felt tears well up behind his eyes and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold them back. Chris flopped down onto his bed, let salty rivers flow down his face and cried himself to sleep.
Sometime later the door to Chris’s room opened with a quiet creak to say that they needed to be oiled soon and a thin ray of light crept in and illuminated the face of the boy asleep in the bed. Chris’s mother peered in and realized he was asleep. She sighed deeply and decided it was probably better not to disturb him.
That night Chris dreamed there was a Pokemon out in the rain. It was slowly weakening and Chris knew that if he didn’t do something it would die. Chris awoke to the steady pitter-patter of rain pn the roof. At least that part of the dream was true. Chris looked down at himself and realized that his mother had changed him into his pyjamas while he was asleep. He hated it when she did that.
He rolled over, pulled the bedsheets over him and was about to go to sleep, when he realized there was another sound rising above the rain. He strained his ears to listen.
“Man...da...”
Pokemon Speech! He translated the words in his mind.
Help me.
Chris scuttled down the steps, careful to avoid awakening his parents, in case the neighbours just had their TV turned up too loud, or something. He edged the front door open and peered through the narrow crack into the darkness beyond. “Man...da...” the sound came again. Chris stepped outside and into the darkness, activating the automatic light.
Then he saw it. A red, salamanderlike Pokemon with an orange stripe down its back, and a skinny tail with a dull flame burning at the tip. Its usually agile form was struggling to stay upright, and its skinny legs could hold its weight no longer.
“I sure have come a long way,” it said, before its legs gave way, its tail flame extinguished, and its body fell down, and lay unconscious in the dirt.
Chris scooped up the unconscious Pokemon in his arms, and carried it inside. Under the better light, he could identify it as a Fallamanda, one of the Pokemon species indigenous to the Zyntha Region. He also identified it as male, due to the dark tip of its tail, nonexistent on the female species, whose tail was unmarked. He ran up the stairs, still holding the Fallamanda. He feverishly knocked on his parents’ bedroom door. “Mum, Dad, wake up!” he whispered loudly. “I found a Fallamanda!”
“I’m sure it was just a dream, Chris,” came the half-asleep voice of his father. “You should just go back to bed...”
“But I’m holding him, here in my arms!” he whispered frantically. The door creaked open from the inside, and Chris’s father looked down at the unconscious Pokemon in his son’s arms. He turned his head back towards the bed, where his wife was still asleep. “Maria,” he said. “I think you should see this.”
A short while later, the trio sat at the living room table, while Fallamanda lay by the electric heater, because, Chris reasoned, he was a Fire-type Pokemon, and he would be more comfortable closer to the heat.
“What are we going to do with him?” asked Chris.
“Well, he certainly has come a long way,” replied his mother. She was right. Fallamanda were only found at Victory Volcano, close to the Pokemon League HQ of the Zyntha Region.
“Well first we should make sure that no Fallamanda have been reported as missing in the area,” reasoned Chris’s father.
“Excuse me; I don’t have a Trainer,” came an indignant voice. Everyone looked over to the heater, and saw that Fallamanda was sitting up and looking straight at them.
“What did he say, Chris?” asked his mother. He’d forgotten that his parents couldn’t understand Pokemon Speech.
“He said that he didn’t have a Trainer,” replied Chris.
“Sorry to bother you, but does anyone have a lighter?” asked Fallamanda. “Having my tail flame extinguished makes me tired.” Chris fetched a lighter and ignited Fallamanda’s tail. “That’s much better,” sighed Fallamanda, before trotting upstairs.
Chris’s mother noticed the look in Chris’s eyes. “Don’t get too hopeful,” she warned. Anyway, you’d better get back to bed.
Chris crept up to his room and closed the door behind him. He turned around and jumped at the sight of Fallamanda curled up on his bed. Fallamanda blinked. “This your room?” he asked.
“Yes,” answered Chris. “Now what are you doing in here?”
“Sorry,” replied Fallamanda. “It’s just that I’ve never been inside a human home before.”
Chris climbed into the bed. “So, Fallamanda, why did you come here all the way from Victory Volcano?” he asked.
Fallamanda flinched. “I don’t wanna talk about it. Goodnight.” he muttered.
Fallamanda reached over and pinched out his tail flame, leaving the pair in darkness.
I hope you liked it!
EDIT: Yes, I burrowed the Pokemon Speech idea from Butterfree, I thought it was a brilliant idea and had to use it for myself. I hope she doesn't mind!
Now that's out of the way, Let me introduce my first attempt at a fanfic. It does not have a proper name yet, and the plot is almost nonexistant. I will make one up eventually. It features a made-up region and made-up Pokemon, just so you know. Okay, here it is:
Chapter One; Start of One Journey, End of Another
“Goodbye, Crossvine City!!!” The boy shouted as he ran towards Route One, his starter Pokemon, a blue, kitten like Pokemon with a water-droplet-shaped blade on the end of its tail, a Dripcat.
“Goodbye, Robert!!!” Crossvine City roared back.
All except Chris. He hung towards the back of the crowd, his slick black hair hanging over his hazel eyes, a sour expression on his face. “All the studying I did in class, and now this!” he muttered to himself. “I graduated, I did everything right, but the Pokemon meant for me was STOLEN!!”
He looked towards Robert, who was now just a speck on the horizon, his features invisible from the distance, and felt a surge of envy. The boys had once been best friends. Now, Chris was going to have to get a Pokemon fast if he ever wanted to catch up.
Chris sighed and slunk away from the crowd, to the safety of his house, and the comforting silence of his room.
Once home, Chris decided he might as well study for next year. He went straight for the Pokemon Speech book. This, of all the many subjects he’d studied, was his favourite. He liked to be able to think of Pokemon as equals to humans, and being able to do that required him to understand their language. He remembered the first Pokemon he’d ever spoken to, a Porygon. He’d been a little too eager, and made a few crucial mistakes, like asking the Porygon what it was like in diaper space instead of cyberspace, but he’d eventually got the message across, and was able to laugh about it afterwards.
Chris went and took the book off the shelf, and opened it to the first page.
“To fully enhance the bond between Pokemon and Trainer, being able to understand Pokemon Speech is a must. Pokemon Speech is made of syllables of the Pokemon’s own name, but all Pokemon speak the same language. The first thing a beginning Trainer should know is...”
This brought another pang of sadness. Chris felt tears well up behind his eyes and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold them back. Chris flopped down onto his bed, let salty rivers flow down his face and cried himself to sleep.
Sometime later the door to Chris’s room opened with a quiet creak to say that they needed to be oiled soon and a thin ray of light crept in and illuminated the face of the boy asleep in the bed. Chris’s mother peered in and realized he was asleep. She sighed deeply and decided it was probably better not to disturb him.
That night Chris dreamed there was a Pokemon out in the rain. It was slowly weakening and Chris knew that if he didn’t do something it would die. Chris awoke to the steady pitter-patter of rain pn the roof. At least that part of the dream was true. Chris looked down at himself and realized that his mother had changed him into his pyjamas while he was asleep. He hated it when she did that.
He rolled over, pulled the bedsheets over him and was about to go to sleep, when he realized there was another sound rising above the rain. He strained his ears to listen.
“Man...da...”
Pokemon Speech! He translated the words in his mind.
Help me.
Chris scuttled down the steps, careful to avoid awakening his parents, in case the neighbours just had their TV turned up too loud, or something. He edged the front door open and peered through the narrow crack into the darkness beyond. “Man...da...” the sound came again. Chris stepped outside and into the darkness, activating the automatic light.
Then he saw it. A red, salamanderlike Pokemon with an orange stripe down its back, and a skinny tail with a dull flame burning at the tip. Its usually agile form was struggling to stay upright, and its skinny legs could hold its weight no longer.
“I sure have come a long way,” it said, before its legs gave way, its tail flame extinguished, and its body fell down, and lay unconscious in the dirt.
Chris scooped up the unconscious Pokemon in his arms, and carried it inside. Under the better light, he could identify it as a Fallamanda, one of the Pokemon species indigenous to the Zyntha Region. He also identified it as male, due to the dark tip of its tail, nonexistent on the female species, whose tail was unmarked. He ran up the stairs, still holding the Fallamanda. He feverishly knocked on his parents’ bedroom door. “Mum, Dad, wake up!” he whispered loudly. “I found a Fallamanda!”
“I’m sure it was just a dream, Chris,” came the half-asleep voice of his father. “You should just go back to bed...”
“But I’m holding him, here in my arms!” he whispered frantically. The door creaked open from the inside, and Chris’s father looked down at the unconscious Pokemon in his son’s arms. He turned his head back towards the bed, where his wife was still asleep. “Maria,” he said. “I think you should see this.”
A short while later, the trio sat at the living room table, while Fallamanda lay by the electric heater, because, Chris reasoned, he was a Fire-type Pokemon, and he would be more comfortable closer to the heat.
“What are we going to do with him?” asked Chris.
“Well, he certainly has come a long way,” replied his mother. She was right. Fallamanda were only found at Victory Volcano, close to the Pokemon League HQ of the Zyntha Region.
“Well first we should make sure that no Fallamanda have been reported as missing in the area,” reasoned Chris’s father.
“Excuse me; I don’t have a Trainer,” came an indignant voice. Everyone looked over to the heater, and saw that Fallamanda was sitting up and looking straight at them.
“What did he say, Chris?” asked his mother. He’d forgotten that his parents couldn’t understand Pokemon Speech.
“He said that he didn’t have a Trainer,” replied Chris.
“Sorry to bother you, but does anyone have a lighter?” asked Fallamanda. “Having my tail flame extinguished makes me tired.” Chris fetched a lighter and ignited Fallamanda’s tail. “That’s much better,” sighed Fallamanda, before trotting upstairs.
Chris’s mother noticed the look in Chris’s eyes. “Don’t get too hopeful,” she warned. Anyway, you’d better get back to bed.
Chris crept up to his room and closed the door behind him. He turned around and jumped at the sight of Fallamanda curled up on his bed. Fallamanda blinked. “This your room?” he asked.
“Yes,” answered Chris. “Now what are you doing in here?”
“Sorry,” replied Fallamanda. “It’s just that I’ve never been inside a human home before.”
Chris climbed into the bed. “So, Fallamanda, why did you come here all the way from Victory Volcano?” he asked.
Fallamanda flinched. “I don’t wanna talk about it. Goodnight.” he muttered.
Fallamanda reached over and pinched out his tail flame, leaving the pair in darkness.
I hope you liked it!
EDIT: Yes, I burrowed the Pokemon Speech idea from Butterfree, I thought it was a brilliant idea and had to use it for myself. I hope she doesn't mind!
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