Solareon : The Forgotten One
The sun rose on the small town of Bayatu. Bleary-eyed, our hero Alex awoke from a deep sleep. He glanced at his electronic calendar. Its laser eye sensed it was being watched and a small bleep emitted from its speaker.
"Beepetybeep! Tuesday, August 8th. Quote of the day: No matter what you do, someone always knew you would. Important Announcements: My Birthday. Boop!"
Alex leapt out of bed, his tiredness worn away immediately. Today! No wonder it had a strange feeling. He barrelled down the stairs into the lounge and was immediately amazed by what he saw. This was not what you would normally expect on a birthday. Hardly any presents, cards or wrapping paper. Not even a streamer or a party hat. Just a solitary, brown square package about the size of a tennis ball with a solitary, stiff white envelope attached to it. He walked up to the odd little parcel so that he could read the writing on it.
For the attention of Alex Davis (Aged 10 years)
DO NOT OPEN THE PACKAGE UNTIL YOU HAVE READ AND FULLY UNDERSTOOD THIS LETTER
He read it a second time, just to make sure. There was no postmark, no stamp, just the notice. Carefully he slit open the letter.
Alex,
First and foremost, we (the Elite Four and I) would like to wish you a very happy tenth birthday. Next, we would like to inform you that after they are ten, young people of this country are allowed to become trainers of wild creatures. We know you have never had permission to leave the town, and this is because of the monsters we are describing, which live in caves, old buildings and long grass. These creatures have been named Pokémon. All are different, and once you buy some Poké Balls you will be able to capture wild Pokémon and fight with them. We have not yet explained the element of fighting. Your Pokémon are able to use battle moves, and these moves can be used by your Pokémon to attack others. There are many strengths and weaknesses to Pokémon and their moves, but we will not reveal them here, as that is part of the fun of joining to be a Pokémon trainer! You are very lucky, because you are only just eligible to join. A procession will march through Bayatu at 12:30 this afternoon, and all you have to do if you want to become a Pokémon trainer is bring your only Pokémon and a rucksack, and join on the end. You will be issued with a Pokédex, a holster belt, a Pokémon trainer badge and 5 Poké Balls. We look forward to seeing you there.
The Elite Four Champion
The moment he read the letter he was overjoyed, but confused. What were Pokémon and how did he fight them? Who was this person-what was his name? He was racking his brains for who it could be, now who...
"I thought I'd let you find out on your own." A voice broke his thoughts. He knew at once it was meant to break his train of thought, and it had achieved its object. Though it was not a booming, man's voice. It was soft and gentle, but at the same time there was something about it that made you feel defiant, as if you wanted to have the last word.
He spun on his heel, and cannoned into the person who had spoken.
"MumohthankyouthisisthebestbirthdayeverandIloveyousomuchbutwhy..."
"Whoa, slow down, buddy." Mrs Davis laughed. Alex looked up at her and decided he liked her laugh. It was sweet and he enjoyed hearing it.
"Aren't you going to open the packet?"
There she was again, interrupting him. Alex smiled to himself. He quite liked being bossed around! He strolled over to the small, square object, and when he got there he picked it up, shaking it, trying to guess what was inside. Finally he couldn't bear it any longer and tore off the brown paper packaging. Lying inside was a small card and a sphere the size of a ping-pong ball wrapped in bubble wrap. The parcel had to be big to hold all the padding!
He examined the ball. It was almost exactly the same size as a table tennis ball, but with a lot of difference in colour. The top hemisphere was red, with a symbol of a star imprinted on it. The lower hemisphere was just plain white, and it had a black band around the place where the red and white met. Upon this band was a black circle, with a rubber button in the centre.
Slowly he picked up the card, and this is what he read:
This is a Poké Ball. When you throw it, a Pokémon is released. Use this one to battle with and good luck!
P.S Bring this Pokémon with you when you join the procession.
He threw the Poké Ball up and down a few times in his hands, thinking, completely forgetting that his mother was in the doorway, watching him. Absent-mindedly, he pressed the rubber button on the front. It enlarged to the size of a tennis ball. He was so amazed that it seemed to have grown by magic, he completely missed the Poké Ball as it fell downward, and it crashed on the wooden floor below.
FSSSSSHHHHH!
A bright burst of purple light made Alex step back a few inches, blinded by the sudden flash. When his eyes grew adjusted again he could make out a small creature, brown in colour, with a huge, fluffy tail and large, puppy dog eyes.
The Pokémon looked up, and noticed the kind look on Alex's face.
"Eeveee!Eve!"
It rushed into his arms and hugged him so tight he couldn't breathe.
"That's an Eevee. It's a normal type Pokémon. One of the cutest." Mrs Davis's voice interrupted once again. "At the moment it can only use Tackle and Tail Whip, but soon it will learn more powerful attacks such as Take Down and Bite, a dark-type move."
"What's the dark-type?"
"It's the most recently discovered type of Pokémon. Some people think it is the most powerful type of all because it has no restrictions in battle."
"How do you know all this, Mum, when I've never heard of any of it?"
"Have you never wondered where your father is? He became a Pokémon trainer very late at the age of 32, just after we got married. Last time we spoke, he was in Arunai City. He has managed to become a Gym Leader there. Remember to stop by there when you arrive. You may even win a badge off him!" She laughed. "It's been a hard job keeping it from you, what with your inqisitive mind and all!"
Eevee looked up, obviously hurt about not being included in the conversation.
"I'd better get into town right away. I need to buy a hard-wearing rucksack! I'll bring Eevee with me to explore," Alex said, tactfully cheering it up.
Eevee bounded into his arms again, excited about being in the outside world once more. Laughing, Alex set out to purchase his rucksack.
Alex walked down the main street of Bayatu, looking at the world in a different light. Now the boundaries of the town had opened to let him through. A whole world of Pokémon awaited him, and he was ready with arms wide open. Just as he was thinking this, however, a large shadow blocked his way.
"Well, well. If it isn't the titch! What are you doing down here, short stuff?" The school bully, Philip Stevenson, was standing in front of him, stopping him from going any further. Taking advantage of his full height, he loomed over Alex, almost covering him in his shadow. Alex once again thought about his father, but this time felt a pang of self-pity as he recalled his exact words.
'Don't let anyone put you down. You are your own person, and can do what you want.'
Alex felt better, and just hurried on past them without a sideways remark, Eevee rushing after him, taking in the sights.
"Hey shorty, there's a ball of fluff following you!" Philip gave Eevee a kick as it walked by.
"Veee! Eeeveee!" Eevee rushed after Alex and jumped into his arms, crying while the bully laughed in the background. Tom stopped and turned around slowly.
"You hurt my Eevee. Why? It's never done anything to you."
"Because it's weak. I have my Pokémon right here. It's a lot stronger than that puny fluffball."
"What, you got a Pokémon too?"
"Sure did, titch, and its gonna whip your Pokémon into yesteryear."
"Fine then, lets battle!" Alex shouted, angry at Philip for hurting his poor Pokémon's feelings. "Go, Eevee!" The little Pokémon stopped bawling at once and jumped into the street. The battle was on! Crowds materialised from nowhere. Everyone was anxious to see a real Pokémon battle. Maybe the bully would be beaten!
"Remoraid, Go!" screamed Stevenson, and a small fish-like creature bounded out into the battle. However, it flopped over as soon as it did, for fish are not very good fighters out of water.
"This'll be a breeze," commented Alex, and glanced at Eevee. "Eevee, Tackle attack!"
Eevee took one look at Remoraid and charged. As it zoomed towards the aquatic Pokémon, Alex had a thought. This came absolutely naturally to him, as if it was programmed into his brain.
Then Eevee hit Stevenson's Pokémon, knocking it back about a yard.
"I'll get you back for that! Aurora Beam, Remoraid!"
"Eevee, Agility!"
As the beam from Remoraid hit the ground, Eevee jumped out of the way. However, the force of impact blew it back towards Alex. A great moan emitted from the crowd, but he caught the small Pokémon, and as it was in the air when the Beam hit, it had sustained no damage at all.
"Eevee, finish it off with another Tackle!"
"Veeeeeeee!"
Eevee blasted into Remoraid, knocking it clean out.
"Remoraid, return," muttered the bully, as everybody cheered. "Here's half my money. Don't mention this to anybody, OK?"
"I think that's pretty impossible, seeing as everybody's already seen it," replied Alex.
And indeed, the whole crowd was chatting about it, chuckling amongst themselves.
"By tomorrow, everybody will know that I beat you. On my own."
"You'll see, titch! I'll beat you later after I train my Remoraid. TTFN."
Alex and Eevee watched him leave, complacent but subdued.
"Eee!" Eevee added, as a last retort.
The sun rose on the small town of Bayatu. Bleary-eyed, our hero Alex awoke from a deep sleep. He glanced at his electronic calendar. Its laser eye sensed it was being watched and a small bleep emitted from its speaker.
"Beepetybeep! Tuesday, August 8th. Quote of the day: No matter what you do, someone always knew you would. Important Announcements: My Birthday. Boop!"
Alex leapt out of bed, his tiredness worn away immediately. Today! No wonder it had a strange feeling. He barrelled down the stairs into the lounge and was immediately amazed by what he saw. This was not what you would normally expect on a birthday. Hardly any presents, cards or wrapping paper. Not even a streamer or a party hat. Just a solitary, brown square package about the size of a tennis ball with a solitary, stiff white envelope attached to it. He walked up to the odd little parcel so that he could read the writing on it.
For the attention of Alex Davis (Aged 10 years)
DO NOT OPEN THE PACKAGE UNTIL YOU HAVE READ AND FULLY UNDERSTOOD THIS LETTER
He read it a second time, just to make sure. There was no postmark, no stamp, just the notice. Carefully he slit open the letter.
Alex,
First and foremost, we (the Elite Four and I) would like to wish you a very happy tenth birthday. Next, we would like to inform you that after they are ten, young people of this country are allowed to become trainers of wild creatures. We know you have never had permission to leave the town, and this is because of the monsters we are describing, which live in caves, old buildings and long grass. These creatures have been named Pokémon. All are different, and once you buy some Poké Balls you will be able to capture wild Pokémon and fight with them. We have not yet explained the element of fighting. Your Pokémon are able to use battle moves, and these moves can be used by your Pokémon to attack others. There are many strengths and weaknesses to Pokémon and their moves, but we will not reveal them here, as that is part of the fun of joining to be a Pokémon trainer! You are very lucky, because you are only just eligible to join. A procession will march through Bayatu at 12:30 this afternoon, and all you have to do if you want to become a Pokémon trainer is bring your only Pokémon and a rucksack, and join on the end. You will be issued with a Pokédex, a holster belt, a Pokémon trainer badge and 5 Poké Balls. We look forward to seeing you there.
The Elite Four Champion
The moment he read the letter he was overjoyed, but confused. What were Pokémon and how did he fight them? Who was this person-what was his name? He was racking his brains for who it could be, now who...
"I thought I'd let you find out on your own." A voice broke his thoughts. He knew at once it was meant to break his train of thought, and it had achieved its object. Though it was not a booming, man's voice. It was soft and gentle, but at the same time there was something about it that made you feel defiant, as if you wanted to have the last word.
He spun on his heel, and cannoned into the person who had spoken.
"MumohthankyouthisisthebestbirthdayeverandIloveyousomuchbutwhy..."
"Whoa, slow down, buddy." Mrs Davis laughed. Alex looked up at her and decided he liked her laugh. It was sweet and he enjoyed hearing it.
"Aren't you going to open the packet?"
There she was again, interrupting him. Alex smiled to himself. He quite liked being bossed around! He strolled over to the small, square object, and when he got there he picked it up, shaking it, trying to guess what was inside. Finally he couldn't bear it any longer and tore off the brown paper packaging. Lying inside was a small card and a sphere the size of a ping-pong ball wrapped in bubble wrap. The parcel had to be big to hold all the padding!
He examined the ball. It was almost exactly the same size as a table tennis ball, but with a lot of difference in colour. The top hemisphere was red, with a symbol of a star imprinted on it. The lower hemisphere was just plain white, and it had a black band around the place where the red and white met. Upon this band was a black circle, with a rubber button in the centre.
Slowly he picked up the card, and this is what he read:
This is a Poké Ball. When you throw it, a Pokémon is released. Use this one to battle with and good luck!
P.S Bring this Pokémon with you when you join the procession.
He threw the Poké Ball up and down a few times in his hands, thinking, completely forgetting that his mother was in the doorway, watching him. Absent-mindedly, he pressed the rubber button on the front. It enlarged to the size of a tennis ball. He was so amazed that it seemed to have grown by magic, he completely missed the Poké Ball as it fell downward, and it crashed on the wooden floor below.
FSSSSSHHHHH!
A bright burst of purple light made Alex step back a few inches, blinded by the sudden flash. When his eyes grew adjusted again he could make out a small creature, brown in colour, with a huge, fluffy tail and large, puppy dog eyes.
The Pokémon looked up, and noticed the kind look on Alex's face.
"Eeveee!Eve!"
It rushed into his arms and hugged him so tight he couldn't breathe.
"That's an Eevee. It's a normal type Pokémon. One of the cutest." Mrs Davis's voice interrupted once again. "At the moment it can only use Tackle and Tail Whip, but soon it will learn more powerful attacks such as Take Down and Bite, a dark-type move."
"What's the dark-type?"
"It's the most recently discovered type of Pokémon. Some people think it is the most powerful type of all because it has no restrictions in battle."
"How do you know all this, Mum, when I've never heard of any of it?"
"Have you never wondered where your father is? He became a Pokémon trainer very late at the age of 32, just after we got married. Last time we spoke, he was in Arunai City. He has managed to become a Gym Leader there. Remember to stop by there when you arrive. You may even win a badge off him!" She laughed. "It's been a hard job keeping it from you, what with your inqisitive mind and all!"
Eevee looked up, obviously hurt about not being included in the conversation.
"I'd better get into town right away. I need to buy a hard-wearing rucksack! I'll bring Eevee with me to explore," Alex said, tactfully cheering it up.
Eevee bounded into his arms again, excited about being in the outside world once more. Laughing, Alex set out to purchase his rucksack.
Alex walked down the main street of Bayatu, looking at the world in a different light. Now the boundaries of the town had opened to let him through. A whole world of Pokémon awaited him, and he was ready with arms wide open. Just as he was thinking this, however, a large shadow blocked his way.
"Well, well. If it isn't the titch! What are you doing down here, short stuff?" The school bully, Philip Stevenson, was standing in front of him, stopping him from going any further. Taking advantage of his full height, he loomed over Alex, almost covering him in his shadow. Alex once again thought about his father, but this time felt a pang of self-pity as he recalled his exact words.
'Don't let anyone put you down. You are your own person, and can do what you want.'
Alex felt better, and just hurried on past them without a sideways remark, Eevee rushing after him, taking in the sights.
"Hey shorty, there's a ball of fluff following you!" Philip gave Eevee a kick as it walked by.
"Veee! Eeeveee!" Eevee rushed after Alex and jumped into his arms, crying while the bully laughed in the background. Tom stopped and turned around slowly.
"You hurt my Eevee. Why? It's never done anything to you."
"Because it's weak. I have my Pokémon right here. It's a lot stronger than that puny fluffball."
"What, you got a Pokémon too?"
"Sure did, titch, and its gonna whip your Pokémon into yesteryear."
"Fine then, lets battle!" Alex shouted, angry at Philip for hurting his poor Pokémon's feelings. "Go, Eevee!" The little Pokémon stopped bawling at once and jumped into the street. The battle was on! Crowds materialised from nowhere. Everyone was anxious to see a real Pokémon battle. Maybe the bully would be beaten!
"Remoraid, Go!" screamed Stevenson, and a small fish-like creature bounded out into the battle. However, it flopped over as soon as it did, for fish are not very good fighters out of water.
"This'll be a breeze," commented Alex, and glanced at Eevee. "Eevee, Tackle attack!"
Eevee took one look at Remoraid and charged. As it zoomed towards the aquatic Pokémon, Alex had a thought. This came absolutely naturally to him, as if it was programmed into his brain.
Then Eevee hit Stevenson's Pokémon, knocking it back about a yard.
"I'll get you back for that! Aurora Beam, Remoraid!"
"Eevee, Agility!"
As the beam from Remoraid hit the ground, Eevee jumped out of the way. However, the force of impact blew it back towards Alex. A great moan emitted from the crowd, but he caught the small Pokémon, and as it was in the air when the Beam hit, it had sustained no damage at all.
"Eevee, finish it off with another Tackle!"
"Veeeeeeee!"
Eevee blasted into Remoraid, knocking it clean out.
"Remoraid, return," muttered the bully, as everybody cheered. "Here's half my money. Don't mention this to anybody, OK?"
"I think that's pretty impossible, seeing as everybody's already seen it," replied Alex.
And indeed, the whole crowd was chatting about it, chuckling amongst themselves.
"By tomorrow, everybody will know that I beat you. On my own."
"You'll see, titch! I'll beat you later after I train my Remoraid. TTFN."
Alex and Eevee watched him leave, complacent but subdued.
"Eee!" Eevee added, as a last retort.