Hello! I'm pincel-violette and this is my first story! This is based on the games, like, entirely since I follow what I'm playing xD I've finished Pokemon Black, but because I decided to write this, I had to start again... and then came the disaster of my file being over-written by a dumbo. Well, anyway, I'm new to this and I'm not really good at writing, but I hope you enjoy it!
In a faraway land, a celebration takes place. It is one of great importance, it is the coronation of a king. A castle, hidden within the mountains and the earth shines brightly on the occassion. On the highest floor of the castle lies the throne room, where all have gathered to celebrate the coronation. Men and women dressed in medieval outfits look around in respect as a man begins to make his way to the throne. The man is of significance to the people in the room, he is wearing a large cloak and all bow down to respect him. Six particular men, who are lined in front of the blue carpet, bow down to the man as he walks to the throne, a crown steadily held in his hands.
He holds the royal crown on a cushion, and the men he passes by acknowledge the event. The green-haired man looks steadily at the throne. He is a man in his early 30's, one red eye burning with determination. The other eye however, is covered by a white and red patch, seeming to conceal whatever secret that right eye held. The man walks up to the throne and raises his hand, speaks of the coronation, and everyone hail.
The six men have now turned their attention to the young man entering the throne room. They head towards him, and carry the long golden cloak which marks his importance. The young man has similar tea-green hair as the man holding the crown, however, their posture is much different. His head is down, as if buried into thoughts more complex than his coronation. Indeed though, he is, as he closes his blue-grey eyes and recalls a memory from his childhood.
In the memory, he is a five year old child, wearing plain yellow and brown clothes and a cube on his neck. He is in a forest, with his best companions, and the ones he cared for the most. Pokemon. A Darmanitan takes guard around him, as if protecting the boy of potential danger. Next to him is a Zorua, a shy one, who looks at him with care in his eyes. Above him fly two Woobats, who share the same happiness as the boy does. And it all comes to him, to the young man, as he opens his eyes and matches the determination the older man had shown before. Although the doubts had buried into his mind, he had one sole goal, and so his mind cleared and he was back in the throne room, making his way to the awaiting older man with the crown.
Two women, perhaps the only ones in the room who were not dressed in medieval suits, watch in seriousness as the older man places the crown on the young man's head. It was a moment they had all been waiting for, and the two had raised this boy for this very day. When the crown is placed on his head, he closes his eyes, stands up and takes a breath. He turns towards the awaiting crowd, and with no final thoughts, opens his eyes and raises his right arm in salute.
The older man next to him stares down at the younger boy as he shows the final step of his coronation. And everyone bows to their king. The coronation was over, and now a greater, and more important plan was making it's way to the distant land of Unova.
By the way, I haven't completely edited any of the following chapters, so please bear with me :)