Disclaimer: I don't own pokémon but I do own this plot line and all the characters so far since I made it up.
Authors not: ok sorry for my previous and first fan fic it was terrible. I'm hoping for an improvement here this is just a bit of a short prologue(p.s this is based in a pokémon world with people and pokémon for this chapter) and sorry this is just an intro, skip to chapter two for the actually story stuff. And by the way this is a world based on real countries and continents for now. Next chapter we enter pokémon only world though. P.p.s even though I hate black and white I guess I cant really run from it so this fan fic will include black and white pokémon
Chapter one: How it began
In a world of creatures known as pokémon I'm probably the last thing you want to know about, I'm just a weird short guy with a hair mishap but then again if your going to read this story you will probably need to know me to some extent. I'm thirteen so I could be a pokémon trainer but I have chosen to postpone it. Strangely I have often wondered what pokémon I would be if I were one. Instantly I have wanted to be a grass type, purely grass, a two legged one. This made treecko jump to mind, but his tail didn't really feel as if it would belong on me in any way, it was too big. Another problem with me being grass type is the attacks, almost all are special and the rest involve vines like vine whip or some shifts in shape like grovyles leaf blade. So that took them out, I have been told I'm stubborn so I had briefly thought about a fire type but didn't take long for that to fall out because of the fact I hate heat and bright sun. Water types which don't really spring to mind are off since I'm catlike in the sense I hate getting wet. I would have to be a pokémon based mainly on physical attack, the main bunch of those is rock, ground, flying-to some extent-, fighting and normal. Ground fell out clean since I hate sand, rock fell out because I'm the opposite to a rock, light and fairly flexible. Fighting and normal stayed in for longest but normal seemed a bit to head on, fighting it would be. First thing that came to mind was riolu, stands on two legs humanlike in shape and not to mention I share a habit with it, I stand mainly on the front of my feet. Now let this story begin.
Some day in late spring when things were in bloom I had been wandering in the forest nearby. I heard a strange rhythmic sound that sounded almost like a ding. Me being the idiot I am went to see what it was, soon enough I entered a clearing. Dead centre was what looked like a disk of some black and blue liquids that never quite seemed to mix swirling around in a whirlpool like way. it was vertical, looked like a portal you would see in the movies. As I approached it a cry of anger came from behind me.
"ZROOOOO!" came an anonymous cry, as I turned around to look I was met with a blast of black energy to my chest. I didn't even get to see who it was before the black fire like pulse had engulfed me and sent me flying into the portal.