Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

Shadows of Ganderosa

Prologue

Part One: Maxamillian

"Dad!" the child called as he slithered his serpent-like body down the stone hall. "Dad! Dad!" He came up to a big, wooden door. He called to his father.

"Herald Armadine!" A feminine voice called to Herald from the other side of the door. "You're suppose to be in bed!"

"But mother!" Herald complained. "Dad said he'd tell me his story! All the other kids know it!"

The door openned and a big bellied dragon stood in the door way. It had two curly horns protruding from it's head along with a small spike on top. The dragon was yellow with small, turquoise wings. It stood about ten feet above the small dratini on the ground.

"Dad!" Herald shouted as he rested his head on the dragonite's stomach in a loving gesture.

Another dragonite came to the door way and stood next to the father.

"Max," she said. "Herald needs some sleep. You can't tell him the story tonight."

"Yes I do, Alice." Max said. "I can't look like a liar infront of our son, now can I?"

The dratini left Max's stomach and looked at his mother. He put on his most helpless look in order to change his mother's mind. She looked at him and then gave a sigh of defeat.

"Fine." she said. Herald ran to his mother and put his head on her stomach. He then ran down the hall towards his room. Alice faced Max and then said, "Are you going to tell him?"

"Honey," Max began. "you know I can't. He's way too young and on top of that, it's the one thing I regret..." He looked towards the hall way.

"It wasn't your fault." Alice told Max. Sympathy was present in her voice.

"It was my fault." Max said. He then sighed. "I'll be back in ten minutes." With that, he walked down the hall towards his son's room.

Max came to the open doorway of his son's room. He walked inside to find a sharp pain in his foot. He fell backwards due to the pain. He looked at the culprit. It was a small wooden toy pokemon that had horns. Always the horns. He thought. He looked around Herald's room. The wooden floor was littered with land mines. Those wooden things were weapons of the devil. One wrong step and you'll stumble onto more until an explosion happens and your feet bleed from the agony. Alice was right. Max thought with a smile. I am dramatic! The stone were covered in dents. There was a candle on a desk next to Herald's bed. Other than the moonight flooding into the room from the single window, the candle was the only source of light.

Max carefully stepped over the toys, careful not to set off the chain reaction. He made his way to Herald's bed of hay. Herald curled his small body into a coil like he usually did when he slept. He perked his head up from his coils and looked at Max as he stumbled over to his bed. He giggled from the positions Max put himself into. Max, after a minute of stumbling through the room, sat next to his son on his bed.

"You and your friend Fredrick need to clean this room in the morning." Max stated.

"Yes, sir." Herald told him.

Now, Max thought. How should I start? Oh right!

"Okay, Herald." Max began. "It all started about thirty years ago. I was a dragonair at that time. Me and your grand parents use to live on a farm. We would grow the best berries in the land. We had pecha berries, oran berries, sitrus berries, you name it! We grew it.

"Anyways, me and Grandmama went into town one day. When we got there, the town was in chaos. pokemon were attacking eachother where ever you looked. Fires were all over the buildings. Houses were reduced to piles of rubble. Grandmama tried to find out why people were going crazy. No one would tell eachother. They were all reduced to animals. Grandmama was a wonderful lady. She wanted to help everyone. That's when an escavalier... That's when he... He..." Max couldn't finish that thought. It was too traumatic.

"Is that how Grandmama died?" Herald asked.

Max thought about that moment. He thought about how his mother's scales were no match for the escavilier's spears. He remembered the fear and pain he felt as he watched the life fade from his mother. As he watched her die, he remembered her try to speak. She couldn't say anything. He remembered the hatred and chaos that ensued afterwards. How he hated the pokemon. He remembered the look of agony on the pokemon's face as Max killed it out of rage.

A tear fel from Max's eye as he recalled the traumatic experience. That is the only thing no one knows... I killed the pokemon...

"Do you know why I'm telling you this?" Max asked.

"No." Herald answered. He looked pained by the story.

"I'm telling you this so you can understand how bad things were back then." Max wipped the tear from his eye and went back to the story. "I left town soon afterwards. I traveled for weeks before I found out why the chaos at the town had happened. Pokemon were scared. They were scared of an anomaly called a mystery dungeon. Even now, we don't understand what a mystery dungeon is. One thing we know is that they randomly appear. Another is that the normal rules of the world don't apply to the mystery dungeons. The layout when you first finish one is different when you come back. New turns and obstacles appear. Time is distorted in a mystery dungeon. To you it may seem like you've been in one for hours. To the outside world you've been in there for maybe five minutes, or ten minutes. Only on rare occasions does the mystery dungeon's time flow quicker than the outside world.

"Anyways, that is why people were freaking out. These mystery dungeons were appearing all over the world. No one knew if their town would be engulfed in them. Pokemon were scared.

"I realized this. I thought that if somene could prove these mystery dungeons weren't as scary as they seemed, pokemon would stop freaking out. Things could be normal again. So, I created an Exploration Team to explore the mystery dungeons. We would travel to the ened of the mystery dungeons to prove that they were nothing to be afraid of.

"The team consisted of me, Stewart Alka, a beartick; Kurt Kerroshia, a hippoudon; Natale Ferricia, a blastoise; and Henrietta Labensia, a torterra. They had the weirdest last names, but they fought like masters. We explored a forrest that was changed into a mystery dungeon. Grass types were everywhere. They attacked without warning. We were all exhausted after three hours or so.

"When we finally exited the mystery dungeon, we were all thrilled. That experience bonded us together. We went to the closest town to spread the news that we had conquered a mystery dungeon. When we got there, pokemon treated us like we should be dead. Well, that's what they thought. Apparently, word had spread about our expedition into the dungeon. To us, we were gone for hours. To everyone else, we had been gone for a whole year. Things had changed. Pokemon overthrew the king and anarchy spread through the kingdom. Everything had gotten even worse than when we had left. I decided that simply exploring a mystery dungeon wasn't enough. Pokemon needed even more help. So, I decided the team would split up. Each member would have their own different area to help. We devided the world up based on the rivers and mountains. Stewart would go to the north-west area, Henrietta would help the south-west, Kurt volunteered to go to the north-east, and Natale would take the south-west. I stayed close to the middle of the world so I could monitor the team's progress. We used codenames for the areas based on the last names of the pokemon who were there. Each member would establish a guild. The guilds would pay pokemon with food if they came and formed a team that was devoted to helping other's with their issues. The pokemon with issues coold go to the guild and ask for help. Eventually, the guilds grew in popularity and size. The guilds would send teams so work at towns so they could help everyone. People loved the guilds and saw I was the organizer. They decided to make me the king. That's how you became a prince.

"Every now and then, I get into contact with the guilds, but being king isn't an easy job."

Max looked at his son. Herald was asleep. King Max smiled at Herald. He lightly kissed him of his head and went through the minefield, back into the hall.

Author's notes:

That is the story of Great King Maxamillian! He is going to be mentioned frequently in the real story, so I thought I would give you a sense of who he is. If you didn't get it, he acts like a regular guy who wants to help others. He did kill a pokemon, but he is bothered by it. He doesn't except that it was ok, even when his wife says it was.

Hope you guys liked it! Thanks for reading!