Prologue: Origin of the Brotherhood
Outside the Ruins of Sunnaland, Ruins of Bokn, Norway
23.09.2013
14.39 Hours
A chilling wind crept through the battle torn landscape, discouraging the already gutless humans even further, while it only served to annoy the proud Pokemorphs of the Holy Morph Empire.
Once this wind would have only brought the sweet scents of Norway, some leaves, loose grass and the occasional piece of paper that some person would have carelessly thrown away.
Now however it also brought the smells of death, of burning wood, and most of all, the Defeat of the once proud Nation of Norway.
During the Endwar the small islands of Bokn was used as the staging area of the Invasion of Rogaland, now it was mostly abandoned by the Empire, save for the Newly constructed Village of Chimcity, with the rest of the Islands being left to Anarchy and the Savagery of the now divided humans.
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On the war torn road, damaged beyond repair by the invading Pokemorphs, a young human Male wandered, seeking refuge in the one place he knew he had a home...
he had blond hair, although due to the lack of clean water, it had more of a black-yellow appearance.
He wasn't exactly the tallest man, being shorter than the average nineteen year old, but, due to having spent one year traveling the islands and stealing from the Empire, he had lost a lot of the extra weight he had from before, along with some extra needed weight.
His clothes were old, being whatever he could grab after he went to his self imposed Exile, with the only thing looking even Remotely new, being the small bronze, hammer shaped Pendant, tied around his neck with a worn string.
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Eirik took a deep breath as he looked at what had once been one of his homes; an old, war damaged house on the outside of what used to be a small village.
The roof of the house, as well as it's second floor, had been blown to pieces, with only a small chunk of the left side of the roof being untouched, while the rest was either damaged or gone.
The first floor looked no better, having been shot up and having suffered from various other damages, the only part of the house that looked even remotely whole, was the basement, and Eirik knew that it probably wasn't so.
The yard around the house was full of craters caused by grenades, the once green yards, being more brown from the mold under the destroyed grass, and the stone wall that protected the property, having collapsed on several points, and the river being littered with the debris of the battle, being the ground, broken tools, or the now decomposing bodies of the long since dead humans.
Near the house, on its northeastern side, was a small forest, or what was left of it, with the trees having been burnt to charcoal.
There was a small clearing next to the forest, which had been cleared out before the war to build a new house, the smoking ruins of its foundations still remaining.
To the Northwest of Eirik's old Vacation home was a smaller building, although it was completely burnt down by now, along with the wooden terrace that was built around it.
Eirik could not help but give a saddened sigh at the view; once this had been his utopia, the place where he would go to find his peace and happiness...
Now however, he was here because he had no other choice, he simply could not wander the smoking ruins of Bokn any longer, and this was the safest place he could think of, which, once one could get a good look at the place, explained much about the state of the rest of the Islands...
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Eirik carefully entered through the entrance, carefully inspecting all craters and possible hiding spots, knowing full and well that someone could be lying in ambush, after a year of wandering through an old battlefield, he knew that fact all to well.
This permitted him to see, and dodge the attack that awaited him from one of the nearby deeper craters.
The man was young, barely eighteen years old, his red hair, nearly reaching down to his gut, and his blue eyes, full of the sorrow from loosing his family, something Eirik knew all to well.
Like Eirik, this man was wearing rags that he either had when he lost his home, or clothes he either managed to steal, find or loot from a corpse...
unlike Eirik however, this man had been blessed with a beard, which by now had grown as long as, and almost as blackened by dirt and other things as Eiriks own hair.
The man swung an old rusted kitchen knife, presumably from the ruins of the kitchen room of the house, in his attempt to chase away the intruder from his home.
Eirik however reacted faster, diving under the attack, before gripping the man's arm, and literary punching the knife out of his hand.
The knife landed behind Eirik, its point end piercing one of the few grass covered patches that was left on the land.
Eirik's green eyes locked with the other man's amber eyes, and Eirik drew instant recognition on the filthy face.
"Tor?" Eirik asked, surprised that one of his friends would be able to survive the Endwar, Eirik's family sure as hell didn't.
"Eirik?" Tor asked, Just as Surprised, if not more, he had Obviously not seen anyone friendly lately...
"Tor!" Eirik said again, happy to finally spot someone he knew, or at least someone friendly
"You lucky bastard, what the hell are you doing here!" Eirik asked cheerfully as he embraced Tor in a good old hug, while Tor returned the hug, also happy to see him.
"I was seeking shelter, obviously" Tor said jokingly as the two released from the hug, although he probably meant what he said. "What about you?" he asked, interested in why Eirik would return to this place.
"This is my home" Eirik said, seeming to be completely truthful at his comment, nearly tricking Tor.
"really, you actually think that's true?" Tor asked, knowing full and well that the current anarchy the Ruins of Bokn was in, had completely dissolved any property laws that humanity once had.
"not anymore, but this is the only place I... knew, inside out..." Eirik said, directing to how the Environment had changed much because of the battle that had taken place here.
"yeah right..."
"anyhow..." Eirik said, aiming to steer the conversation away from that subject, he might not own the place anymore, but it was still his home, that much was certain.
"where's the rest of the family?" Eirik asked, curious as to why Tor was alone, although he could probably guess where they were...
Tor looked down, seeming to be remembering the family he once had, merely replying "Dead, all of them..."
Eirik looked down as well, he knew that Tor, as well as any other man or woman, would have a good bond with their family, and would be devastated if any of them lost their life
"I'm sorry..."
"no matter, where's your family?" Tor asked, although from the mourning look in his eyes, he didn't really need an answer to know, he just needed to make sure...
"probably in Valhalla by now..." Eirik replied, earning himself a surprised stare from Tor.
"wait..." he started, pausing to process the information just given to him, before adding the question "you've started to believe in the old Norse Gods?"
"they seem to listen better than Arceus" Eirik Replied, clutching the small Bronze hammer around his neck, while closing his eyes, as if making a silent prayer
"really now?" Tor asked, clearly not convinced, if not suspecting Eirik for being a lunatic.
"I'm serious Tor" Eirik began, before he Explained "they seem to have helped me escape the Holy Morph Empire many times over, while praying to Arceus seemed to reveal me to the morphs around me.."
"seriously?" Tor asked, not entirely convinced, although Eirik's statement did somehow make sense, Arceus did seem to favor the pokemorphs lately.
"hm, maybe I should give them a try..."
Eirik didn't exactly reply positively to the idea, instead saying "that can be the same for me, I believe in what I want to believe, while you can believe in whatever you want to believe..."
"o... kay" Tor replied unsteadily, a little surprised that Eirik didn't want him to believe, letting him choose so for himself, other religions always wanted those not in their beliefs, to join.
Eirik decided to change the subject again, as the questioning of his belief always grew boring at this point
"anyhow..." he said, effectively changing the direction of the conversation before Tor could even begin "I think we should be sticking together, you know what they say, safety in numbers..."
Tor gave a slight chuckle at the idea, some sort of mockery idea forming in his brain "yeah, maybe we could form a brotherhood for all those who's lost someone" he said, laughing a little more at the comment.
Eirik however found something in the comment "hm... the lost brotherhood, not a bad idea actually" he said, thinking about the name.
Tor gave another laugh "well it certainly has a nice ring to it..." he said, although he wasn't finished
"But I think it's better if we don't, it sounds too much like a name for a resistance group..."
Eirik looked to him, raising an eyebrow as he did "Who said we weren't going to rebel?" he asked.
Tor eyed Eirik at the comment, looking at the man as if he had gone insane, fighting the Empire, that would be about as effective as a Caterpie fighting a Pidgeot, impossible to win, and certainly the best way to die.
"The fact that we're both cowards, and the fact that you Hate battles..." Tor pointed out
Eirik gave a little grin before he commented on Tor's point "you fought me, knowing full and well that you could die if you did..."
"I hate fighting, but I also hate starving more, which I would have if you came here to plunder" Tor Explained, moving around Eirik to get his knife.
"True, but we don't need to rebel, we can make due with the land here and try to rebuild our home" Eirik said, almost sounding hopeful for the future as he did, one could never know how things would turn out.
Tor however, did not share the same shred of enthusiasm, simply replying "Yeah, cause the Holy Morph bastards are sure to let us do that"
Eirik couldn't blame Tor for being fearful of the Holy Morph Empire, since they looked upon themselves as the perfect beings, while humans were the lowly scum who deserved nothing but their death.
Eirik however had a little more enthusiasm, quickly stating "Hey, nothing Ventured, nothing gained..."
Tor gave a sigh as he dragged his knife out of the ground, checking it for any damages from hitting the ground, before he put it in his pocked, finally saying "Fine..."
He looked to Eirik, who gave a small smile, glad that they had agreed...
"from now on, this land belongs to us, the Lost Brotherhood..."
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Author's notes:
before you state the obvious, yes, I know that someone already made something like this before, and that someone copied it before, but it looked so awesome, so I decided to make one myself.
However, unlike the other stories (that I read) I decided to have the main character be without any of his family, whereas the other main characters had still living siblings.
I also decided to make an... interesting plot for the lost Brotherhood, whereas others mostly fight against a conspiracy in NYC of USA, Eirik and his companions actually have their attentions divided on the Islands of Bokn in Norway, with several plots you will notice as the story progresses.
As for me naming a town for Chimcity, I wanted to try being a little original, and that was one of the best names I could think of.
Also where the others decided to make a chapter based on a quick history lesson, I decided to make a little differently, having some history articles in each chapter, starting from after 1945
6 August. 1945: The Nuclear bombing of Hiroshima causes a major uprising of Pokemorphs in the United states, the Pokemorphs claiming that a Nuclear bombing was uncalled for. The uprising is quickly quelled, but fights for the Pokemorph Rights becomes harder in America
9 August. 1945: Another uprising is started by the drop of "Fat man" on Nagasaki, this time joined with several humans protestants, causing damages in Washington for over 300.000 Dollars, the Military is forced to intervene, and forty persons are "accidentally massacred" all Pokemorphs
5 September. 1948: Civil Rights Activist Rodney Steel calls for a Vote on Pokemorph Rights, for their assistance in the War
21 September. 1948: Rodney's campaign for equal rights between Pokemorphs and Humans meets its end with his assassination at the Washington Monument during one of his speeches, the suggestion is revoked, Tensions rise amongst the Pokemorph population
27 June 1950: USA decides to assist in the Korean war, sending hundreds of thousands of American troops to assist South Korea. Pokemorphs are Expected to participate in the assistance
2 July 1950: less than a thousand pokemorphs join in the Korean war, and over ten thousand Morphs in direct protest against the war.
6 July. 1950: the peoples republic of China authorizes a major transfer of soldiers to North Korea. over a million Pokemorphs are shipped of to fight in the Korean war.
14 July. 1950: Pokemorphs in both the US, UK and other nations joins in the Korean war, as retaliation against China for forcing their brethren into the war.
27 July. 1953: the Armistice is signed by the now Divided Korea, and surviving Pokemorphs from both sides are shipped back home, expecting recognition from their human friends.