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Journey to Victini Clan Chapter 1: Hunter's Promotion
Beads of sweat trickled down his face as a boy of sixteen licked his lips nervously. His hands trembled slightly as he willed them to keep steady. It was fortunate his mother had thought ahead and had wound bindings tightly around his Bo staff's slender body to prevent his sweaty hands from slipping on the smooth wood.
The boy turned his focus to the girl who stood in front of him. She had blue hair, tied up neatly and fire blazed in her blue eyes. She was preparing her pair of Butterfly Swords, a pair of deadly swords which could slice through air silently.
Silent but deadly.
Anyone who even bothered to challenge the Typhlosion Clan leader was like asking for a death sentence.
Clair was merciless. Either defeat her or be defeated. The penalty for being defeated by Clair: death.
'But it is vital I become a hunter,' thought the teenage boy as he tightened his hold on his staff. 'I must become a hunter no matter what. And to become a hunter, one must defeat Clair, leader of the Typhlosion Clan.'
She smirked at him, confident that she would defeat him. "Are you ready, Gold?"
He swept his raven bangs away from his sharp golden eyes with one toss of his head, and tried his best to look confident as confident as his opponent, but inside, he was a bunch of nerves. "Ready."
And with a battle cry, the girl in her early twenties charged at Gold, slicing her swords through the air.
Gold dodged nimbly and swiftly as the sword sliced through the air quickly as his survival instincts took over him, seemingly screaming at his body to let it take care of everything.
With his Bo staff, Gold tried to strike Clair in a pressure point for a quick knockout, but she blocked it expertly with one of her swords. The other sword came rushing to slash open his stomach, but Gold was quick to jump up and dodge the blow.
Leaping away from Clair, Gold summed up his opponent. He knew he couldn't win by using brute force. He'd have to use his wits. He thought back to the fighting tactics he had practiced with his elder brother before he died.
'Here goes,' Gold thought recklessly. He swung his Bo staff at Clair's neck, one of the pressure points. As expected, Clair's hide-arm rose to block it. Gold tried a swift undercut to the stomach but Clair parried it with alarming ease, and Gold's staff slid harmlessly off her arm-guard.
'She knew that one,' thought Gold as he leapt back to avoid being cut across the chest.
They circled each other cautiously, as if trying to figure out the other's next move. Clair grinned slightly.
"You are a good fighter, Gold. But you have to do better than that to defeat me."
Leaping forward, Gold feigned total incompetence and struck out wildly, tempting Clair with a glimpse of his unprotected chest. Clair took the bait, but as her sword came in to strike, Gold's arm-guard swung across to meet it. Clair's sword point sank into the think Miltank hide guard, nearly knocking Gold off his feet but he kept his feet planted firmly into the ground.
Gold held out his arm such that it was against the flat underside area of the shiny sword, which felt cool against his skin which was practically radiating heat. Gold swung his arm up sharply, sending the sword flying backwards in a wide arc, before it hit the ground with a loud clang.
Clair stumbled backwards, without a sword. It Clair only a second to recover from the shock of losing a Butterfly sword, but a second was all Gold needed. Raising his Bo staff, he struck Clair in the arm, making it go numb with pain. Clair cried out in agony and dropped her other sword with a clatter.
As she was now unarmed, Gold took advantage of the situation and with all the strength left in him, tackled her to the ground.
His Bo staff was raised in such a position that it could come crashing down into Clair's skull any moment. Clair stared defiantly and silently at him for a moment, before smiling a rare, sincere smile.
"Lower your weapon," was what she said and Gold did as he was told.
Gold stood up and helped Clair to her feet and she dusted herself off before congratulating him.
Gold swelled with pride and happiness as Clair said, "You have fought with courage and strength, and have defeated me fairly with nothing but your wits, determination and your staff. You have deemed yourself worthy. Congratulations, Hunter Gold."
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The second Gold had pushed apart the curtain that blocked prying eyes from peeping into his hut and stepped inside, his Mum had tackled him into a Ursaring hug.
"Are you alright? Did Clair hurt you? Oh, if she did, I'm so going to-" she said, frantically checking Gold's body for any minor or severe injuries before being interrupted.
"Mum."
Gold's Mum looked up, as her son called out and for the first time, noticed the stupid grin that hung on Gold's face ever since he stepped foot into the hut. He hadn't smiled that way for a long time. It was nice to see that familiar grin again.
"I won."
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You are probably confused about what's going on. You see in this story, the Dex Holders live in different Clans(etc. Typhlosion). The clans are at war, and every clan fights to survive. The Dex Holders are not happy with this life, and in a strange twist of fate, they meet each other. And they make a decision to make a Journey to find the roaming clan, where all is at peace.
Storm: There will be more information about this story later in each chapter. Please review!
