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The Rewrite: Chapter 1
A snowflake slowly drifted down from the sky, landing in the clear turquoise waters of the Orange Archipelago. The icy cotton balls continued drifting downward, slowly covering the whole planet in a white, powdery blanket. From time to time, the snow picked up a bit, causing strong winds to blast by at high speeds.
To the north, Tracey was drawn away from his drawing by the constantly falling flakes outside of the window. It didn't snow much where he came from - the Orange Islands. Professor Oak walked into the room looking stressed.
"Tracey, I need you to do me a favor," Oak began. Tracey looked away from the window and paid close attention to what the professor had to say, quietly wondering about what he would be asked to do. "As you know, it's been snowing for three days," he continued. "There's at least 2 feet of snow on the ground. It's getting hard to walk through it to get to the Pokémon.which is a problem for me because there are still a lot outside from before this storm started. Could you please go out there and try to bring them back in?"
"Yes, I'll try," Tracey told the professor. He glanced out the window again and then started walking toward the front door. While ambling through the lab, he noticed that a television was on a news channel in a room that he was passing by. He stepped into the room.
".The recent weather pattern has been very irregular," the reporter said. "There is no explanation as to why this blizzard started, but there are different beliefs about where it could have come from. Some people claim that it came from a story written by a Jr. High student, while many others think that the source of the storm is coming from the small archipelago that contains Shamouti Island. Ironically, the mystical bird Articuno was also reported missing from it's home on Ice Island, or so the Shamouti residents told us."
Tracey was shocked when he heard this. He ran back to the Professor in a rush. He explained why he had come back, "Professor, I need to go back to the Orange Archipelago. I have a bad feeling about what is going on."
"But Tracey," Oak said in surprise. "What about the Pokémon?"
"They'll have to wait," he answered desperately. "Do you want this snow to get worse? Articuno is missing, and if it isn't found soon, then this blizzard will never end! The balance of nature has been thrown off again!"
"If you truly feel that you must go, then that's how it will have to be," the professor sighed. "I'll help you pack, since I'd imagine you don't have a lot of winter clothes." Tracey thanked Professor Oak for his help. They started putting things into Tracey's large backpack.
Tracey was ready to embark on his personal mission. He headed toward the door when Professor Oak stopped him.
"Tracey, wait," Oak held him back. "Your Pokémon are in no condition to travel in weather like this. I'm worried about your Scyther. Here, take these." He put four PokéBalls into Tracey's hand.
Tracey looked at the PokéBalls. "Which Pokémon are these?"
"Bulbasaur, Charmander, Squirtle, and Pikachu," he listed. "I'll hold onto your Scyther for you while you're away. While using these, I'd prefer that you don't make them evolve, but if it's a life or death situation, make the smartest choice."
"Thank you Professor Oak," Tracey said as he put the four Pokémon away. "Hopefully I'll make it back successfully." He walked out of laboratory and into the icy nightmare.
The Rewrite: Chapter 1
A snowflake slowly drifted down from the sky, landing in the clear turquoise waters of the Orange Archipelago. The icy cotton balls continued drifting downward, slowly covering the whole planet in a white, powdery blanket. From time to time, the snow picked up a bit, causing strong winds to blast by at high speeds.
To the north, Tracey was drawn away from his drawing by the constantly falling flakes outside of the window. It didn't snow much where he came from - the Orange Islands. Professor Oak walked into the room looking stressed.
"Tracey, I need you to do me a favor," Oak began. Tracey looked away from the window and paid close attention to what the professor had to say, quietly wondering about what he would be asked to do. "As you know, it's been snowing for three days," he continued. "There's at least 2 feet of snow on the ground. It's getting hard to walk through it to get to the Pokémon.which is a problem for me because there are still a lot outside from before this storm started. Could you please go out there and try to bring them back in?"
"Yes, I'll try," Tracey told the professor. He glanced out the window again and then started walking toward the front door. While ambling through the lab, he noticed that a television was on a news channel in a room that he was passing by. He stepped into the room.
".The recent weather pattern has been very irregular," the reporter said. "There is no explanation as to why this blizzard started, but there are different beliefs about where it could have come from. Some people claim that it came from a story written by a Jr. High student, while many others think that the source of the storm is coming from the small archipelago that contains Shamouti Island. Ironically, the mystical bird Articuno was also reported missing from it's home on Ice Island, or so the Shamouti residents told us."
Tracey was shocked when he heard this. He ran back to the Professor in a rush. He explained why he had come back, "Professor, I need to go back to the Orange Archipelago. I have a bad feeling about what is going on."
"But Tracey," Oak said in surprise. "What about the Pokémon?"
"They'll have to wait," he answered desperately. "Do you want this snow to get worse? Articuno is missing, and if it isn't found soon, then this blizzard will never end! The balance of nature has been thrown off again!"
"If you truly feel that you must go, then that's how it will have to be," the professor sighed. "I'll help you pack, since I'd imagine you don't have a lot of winter clothes." Tracey thanked Professor Oak for his help. They started putting things into Tracey's large backpack.
Tracey was ready to embark on his personal mission. He headed toward the door when Professor Oak stopped him.
"Tracey, wait," Oak held him back. "Your Pokémon are in no condition to travel in weather like this. I'm worried about your Scyther. Here, take these." He put four PokéBalls into Tracey's hand.
Tracey looked at the PokéBalls. "Which Pokémon are these?"
"Bulbasaur, Charmander, Squirtle, and Pikachu," he listed. "I'll hold onto your Scyther for you while you're away. While using these, I'd prefer that you don't make them evolve, but if it's a life or death situation, make the smartest choice."
"Thank you Professor Oak," Tracey said as he put the four Pokémon away. "Hopefully I'll make it back successfully." He walked out of laboratory and into the icy nightmare.