First Chapter of Baby Legendaries. The results of the first vote will be shown in the next chapter, so don't be mad at me. This one just sets up the story a bit.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any major company brands. I only own my story and OC's.
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Many people claim that the legendary pokemon were fully capable of performing their duties from birth. That it was in their blood from the start. However, the young, no matter how ambitious, can not have the weight of the world thrust upon them. They would need to live, to learn, to grow.
Question is: Who raised them?
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Baby Legendaries
Prologue
First Person POV:
Honolulu, Hawaii
Sigh...Another boring day here at the house. You're probably wondering on who I am right? Well, my name is Harold Donnell. I stand around five feet, ten inches. I have Charcoal black hair that would reach down to my jawbone hinge. Due to me being Hawaiian, I have naturally tan skin that I would like to have a little darker, but not too much. Mainly light clothing is what I wear due to it being hot and humid most of the time.
And as of now, I am bored out of my mind. I am an only child though. You think that my parents are here with me? Nah, they're always out on business trips around the world. The last one I heard of was somewhere in the Eastern States. Something about a franchise or whatever. But that doesn't mean I'm just floating on my own. They send enough money for me to be able to pay the bills here and have a bit for me.
Yeah, I'm rich, but yet I live alone. I live in our mansion that is on a hill just northwest of the main part of town. It's a three story building with rooms aplenty, around five or so living rooms on the first floor, ten bedrooms that would hold a camps worth of kids, and six bathrooms, two per floor. The kitchen is larger than your average sized one, by around...say, two and a half times larger, complete with a dining table able to seat around twenty people.
Yeah...I'm practically swimming in money, but I can't help but feel so...lonely...
I walked into one of the spare bedrooms, which had all the games I own, with my hands in my pockets. I looked at all my games, trying to make up my mind on which one I want to play. Due to me saving my money, I would be able to get any game I want. Any gamer that visits this room will be hell to get out, for I have almost every system that's out. Ranging from Nintendo's DS to Microsoft's Xbox 360, I pretty much have it all. I just sighed and reached for my DSI XL, Pokemon White, and went to lay down on the bed to start playing. I kinda like the Pokemon series, but only because of the 'legendary' pokemon. Though you have only one chance to catch them, they are worth it in the long run, mainly due to collectors who want them in their collection.
Though, there are a few who are 'children' in terms on how they act; The Eon twins, Latias and Latios, the Gratitude pokemon, Shaymin, the Seafaring pokemon, Manaphy, the wish-maker, Jirachi, the time traveler, Celebi, and the New Species pokemon, Mew (ironic). All of those have, in my point of view, child-like personalities. Makes me wonder on how they are all taken a little seriously when in the movies...
-30 minutes later-
Ugh, I HATE living alone! I finished playing my DS for now, but now there is nothing to do. I just wish there was SOMETHING to do here! Just having a friend come over would be able to help get rid of this boredom...I just feel like taking a nap just to pass the time. At least until my favorite shows come on. I dragged myself up the flight of stairs, making my way up to my room. I don't know as for why I don't sleep in any of the extra rooms.
I managed to walk into my bedroom, eyelids getting a little heavy. My room is much like a standard rich boys room; fancy decorations, high tech gadgets, and, of course, a queen-sized mattress. The walls have a sky with a beach background, giving the looks of the room being outside. I pulled myself into my bed, nearly falling asleep when I placed my head on it. Yeah, the bed feels like sleeping on clouds that never wear out. I managed to keep myself awake long enough to get in the bed and under the covers. There I succumbed to the peaceful sleep.
Normally, I would have dreams on having friends coming over or, in the future, having a family, but this one was, to say the least, a mix of both that and weird. I was sitting in the living room closest to the front door, watching one of my shows. I was watching a good part, until the doorbell rang. I paused the show (it was OnDemand) and walked to the front door.
Opening said door, there was a man around his forties standing on the 'Welcome' mat. He had on a brown trench coat with the collar up to hide a good portion of his face. A forward-tilting black new-reporter hat was covering his eyes, making his face unidentifiable. I almost wanted to close the door, walk away and call the police due to him looking so shady, but he spoke before I could act.
"Sorry for looking like this, but are you Harold, by chance?" the man asked.
I froze. How did he know my name? Despite the sudden fear, I was hesitant to ask. But then I remembered that this is just a dream. Clearing my voice free of anything, I responded. "Yes. What do you need?"
"I have heard that you live alone here. Is that correct?"
"Yes, that I do."
"Well, I have something in my truck that can help get rid of that loneliness. All that I need is you to accept and I will provide it."
If this was real, I would have seriously thought this through. But since this is a dream, I would just humor the man for the time.
"Well...Yeah, I'll accept it. Is there a price for it though?" I asked.
"No, none at all. This offer is completely free, no catch included."
Again, if this was real, I would start doubting on this whole thing. The man walked away towards a van at the base of the path to my house. He opened the rear doors and reached into it, even leaning in to find whatever it is. After a boring dream minute, he finally leaned back out, holding a bundle of bright white cloth in his right arm. I couldn't tell, but I thought I saw him talking to the bundle, like as though there was something in it. I just shrugged my shoulders, still reminding myself that this is just a dream. He then started making his way back up to me, bundle in hand.
"Sorry about the wait, was a little hard to find this thing." He said, apologizing a little bit.
"Nah, don't worry about it. Living alone does have it's perks." I responded. I took the bundle, noticing it was a little heavier than it looked. I was tempted to look to see what was in it. Before I could peel back the cloth, the mans hand grabbed my wrist, making me jump. I looked in his eyes, scared on what he was going to do. His eyes were slightly glowing, green on the irises, red in the pupils.
"Listen to me, take great care of what you hold in your hands. If you treat it nice, it will be nice in return. If you are cruel to it, it will return the favor. From now on, I will be able to tell on how its doing." he said in a tone that sent a strong chill down my spine.
He let go of my wrist, slightly sore from his grip, then walked down the path to his van. I kept saying that this was a dream, but that felt so real. I just walked back inside, still holding the bundle of cloth, and closed the door. I was shaking a little due to what just happened, but I just shook my head, clearing it on that event. I just walked back to the living room I was in before he came. I was tempted to see what was in the bundle, but I knew that it would still be here in my dreams. So I just put it on the couch in the room, and walked upstairs in my dream house, in which I woke up.
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I woke up from my nap, feeling refreshed from it. I looked around while still lying down; same old room, same old world. I knew that all of that was a dream; never happened. I looked out the window and seen that it was late in the evening. I then looked at my alarm clock and...
"HOLY CRAP! 6:39! MY SHOWS ARE ON!" I yelled, leaping out of my bed. I threw my beds blankets back on it and rushed out the door. Bolting down the stairs, I nearly tripped going down one of them, nearly resulting in a nasty tumble. Recovering, I resumed the pace I was going at. Nearing the base of the stair, I jumped the final few stairs, landing with a loud thud on the floor. I broke into a free run to the living room that I watch TV in the most, mainly because I have a friggin' huge set on one wall, large enough for me to fit in it with arms stretched out height-wise.
However, when I reached the TV room, I came to a dead stop. On the couch was the same white cloth that was in my dreams, but nothing was in it. I was wondering on how something from my dreams became real. I was still wondering this until I heard a crash in the kitchen.
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Okay, first chapter of Baby Legendaries. The next chapter will show the results of the poll for the second chapter.