Pokemon Dawn
Prologue
Authors Note: 'Pokemon Dawn' is set in a new region that has its own original pokemon (fakemon). To help you get to know the new pokemon, the following things are included in each chapter:
- A pronunciation guide at the start to tell you how to pronounce all of the upcoming pokemons names
- The first time a new pokemon is mentioned or appears, their name will be underlined (if they are mentioned in one chapter and then appear in the next, their name will be underlined twice)
- Their Norvus Dex number will also be displayed next to their name in brackets the first time they appear (if they are only mentioned, they won't receive one)
- A pokedex entry will be included at the end of the chapter for all newly encountered pokemon (if they are only mentioned, they won't receive one)
- An appendix containing the Norvus pokedex will be attached to the end of this story as a separate chapter for further reference.
Please note that if a pokemon doesn't receive a pokedex entry at the end of the chapter, that only means they belong to the National Dex.
Qoros (?)= Core-os
Chicicle (010)= Chick-ickle (-icle derived from icicle)
Gullberg (011)= Gull-burg (-berg derived from iceberg)
Chin rested on folded arms, Byron watched as a small bug crawled across his desk. It was a ladybird, and it had five glistening spots on its back. Byron knew because he had counted them three times.
The ladybird walked in aimless circles in front of him until it reached the large crack that ran down the center of Byron's desk. It was too wide to crawl over, so with a vigor reserved for athletes, the small bug poised its self to jump. Byron held his breath and counted his heartbeats, mind overflowing with focused enthusiasm.
1, 2, 3… He counted.
"Byron, are you listening to me?"
The little boy's head snapped up.
"Yes, miss!" He rehearsed.
"Then could you tell me what the answer is?"
The sun worked its way out from behind a cloud, throwing sunlight into the eyes of the young children. Byron could see dancing dust motes and a smear on the window, but he did not know the answer.
"Uh, three?" He guessed. He knew it was the wrong the instant his classmates began to laugh.
"That's the third time today you've not been paying attention, Byron. I'm sorry to have to do this, but I'm sending you to see the headmaster."
His stomach dropped like a judge's hammer. All at once he felt sick and dizzy as the familiar course of dread worked its way through his body.
The teaching aid came to escort him from the classroom. Byron's legs felt like spaghetti as he rose from his desk and wordlessly followed the man from the room.
"This is your third strike, Byron." He could hear the teaching aid muttering as they reached the office. "I'm afraid the headmaster will be sending a letter home to your parents." The man left him on a bench outside the headmaster's office to await punishment. Byron had to hold back tears. His parents would be mad. They would be very mad.
The headmaster left Byron waiting for a very long time.
After five minutes, sitting still had become painful. After ten, it was unbearable. His mind rolled in circles, imagining the punishments his parents would give him. Each one was worst than the last.
Just before he exploded through anxiety, a familiar figure strolled around the corner. It was jet black, no bigger than a house cat, and it had golden eyes brimming with energy.
Qoros! He thought. Qoros has saved me!
The little cat shaped pokemon padded around the corner and jumped up onto the bench. It crawled into his lap and rubbed its face against Byron's chest. The boy buried his hands in its fur and felt all of his worry melt away. Qoros was his only friend. He would never let him down.
"They're sure to suspend me this time," Byron told Qoros. The little cat stared deeply into his eyes, sharing his worry. "What do we do?"
Qoros turned around and glanced at the door leading to the playground, and then back to Byron. The little boy understood.
"You want to run?" He asked. The cat nodded.
Byron looked at the door. The sun was playing peek-a-boo through the patchwork clouds, blasting rays of light through the glass and then shutting them off. Freedom called and Byron couldn't resist.
He got up and ran.
They raced across the school yard, darting behind bushes and ducking under slides to avoided being seen by teachers. Like ninjas, they crept across the car park until they could see the school gates. A woman viewing her Holo Caster guarded it while nursing a cup of tea.
They crept towards her slowly. Luckily she was too engrossed in the Holo cast to notice the boy and pokemon crawling towards her. They managed to slip through the gate but neither said a word until they were down the road to safety.
"We did it!" Byron gasped at Qoros, looking back. The little cat looked proud of their accomplishments.
Byron and Qoros spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the snowfields on the edge of town. They started by building snowmen, Byron rolling large balls of snow and Qoros stacking them using psychic. Once they had made an army, they darted through a large flock of Chicicles and Gulbergs, blue ice type bird pokemon, who screeched as they flew off. Occasionally, Qoros would zap one with thunderbolt if it pecked him which made Byron giggle in delight.
They played happily all through the afternoon until the dawn of evening when they saw a strange man watching them from a distance.
"I don't like the look of that man," Byron whispered. Qoros mewed in agreement so they both fled from the playing field and started heading home.
Despite the dark and the chill, Byron felt warm as they walked through the streets with nothing but each other and the sound of crunching snow for company.
As they traveled through the snow covered streets, Byron noticed Qoros would stop and look behind them. Byron would look too, squinting his eyes to peer through the gloom, but he would see nothing but snow coated shrubbery or the occasional Zigzagoon nibbling on winter berries.
"What is it, Qoros?" He asked as the small cat stopped for the fifth time and squeaked at a dark alley. Qoros' coat was standing on end and it hissed at a darkened figure. Byron froze in fear, scared it was the strange man they had seen earlier, but felt a strange sort of relief when they emerged from the alley.
"Look who it is!" They stepped forwards and shoved Byron backwards into the snow. It wasn't the strange man, it was his neighbor Jeon, a mean little boy with red cheeks, a plump face, and a mop of unkempt brown hair floating on top of his head. "We've been looking all over for you, brat!"
Qoros backed up against Byron's leg as another boy and a girl, both taller than Byron was, emerged from the darkness behind them. Qoros growled at them too but Byron shushed him, not wanting any trouble.
"We've been out in the cold all afternoon, trying to find you." The other boy said. Byron didn't know what to say.
"Say something, squirt!" Jeon shouted. He kicked snow into Byron's face.
"I'm sorry!" Byron muttered. His eyes started to become wet, blurring the streetlight above him.
The girl started laughing at him. "I think you need to teach him a lesson, Jeon."
He grinned and started fumbling at his belt.
"I'll teach you, runt!" He said, fumbling at his belt. His hand came back up holding a pokeball which he tossed it into the air, sending out a Snubbull as mean and fat as he was. A tear fell onto Byron's cheek as the pokemon stared at him and ground its feet into the snow.
"Please," Byron wailed. "What did I do?"
"The Norvus League finals — the biggest pokemon event of the year — and we missed it because our parents forced us to look for you!" Jeon took a trainers stance behind his Snubbull. "You're gonna battle me, neighbor, and if I win you're going to give me your pokemon!"
Byron started to cry, which spurred Qoros into action. It lowered its head and let out a crackling growl from deep inside its chest, it's every muscle taut and ready to spring into action. A flicker of fear washed over Jeon's face.
But instead of strike, Qoros turned and leaped into Byron's chest.
Everything went black as a cold pulse of energy flowed up his spine. He felt like a vessel, amplifying a strange psychic wave that ripped through his body and exploded from his brain. Stars danced through his mind alongside a strange crackle of electricity. He heard muffled screams and the Snubbull's cry, followed by the sound of multiple bodies colliding with the floor.
The energy leaked out of him as quick as it had come, leaving him feeling drained and weak. He blinked furiously, trying to clear the stars from his vision, but when it returned he was met with catastrophe.
Bodies surrounded him, all unconscious. Jeon, his two companions, and the Snubbull had collapsed where they had stood. Some of their eyes were open, some closed.
They had fainted!
Byron looked down at his friend, only to realise that Qoros was as weak and tired as he was.
"Qoros… Did you… Did you do this?" He whispered. Qoros shivered hard and closed its eyes.
Lights were starting to turn on in the houses overlooking the street. Byron didn't know what to do. He looked up the road, hoping to find somebody to help, but when he did, his heart stopped.
The same strange man stood under a street light, clad in a black trench coat and wearing glasses. A scarf covered the bottom half of his face, obscuring his identity.
"Who are you?" Byron asked desperately. He didn't reply.
As the first person exited their house, Byron stuffed Qoros down his jacket and ran.
He sprinted down the road, through a garden, and down a footpath, yet the man still followed. Byron jumped over a fallen bin, ducked under a sign and turned into an alley. He turned around to check if he had lost the pursuer, but as he did he caught his foot on a raised pavement and fell into the arms of a woman waiting in the darkness.
Byron was lifted high into the air, kicking and screaming. He held Qoros tighter as he begged to be released. Instead, the woman pulled him deeper into the shadows and clamped a hand over his mouth.
"You better come with me, boy." She said, her voice full of caution and concern. "Or there's no telling what that man will do."
Byron had no choice but to allow himself to be whisked away.
New Pokedex Entries
010 - Chicicle. (Chick-ickle) This Pokemon's soft fuzzy plumage protects it from the cold. It relies on its mother for food.
Chicicles are small, blue-coloured chicks with a short black beak and pink legs.
Their name is derived from chick and icicle.
Type: Ice/ Flying
Ability: Adaptability or Ice Body
Pokedex Colour: Blue
Egg Group: Flying
120g, 29cm, 30cm wingspan.
011 - Gullberg. (Gull-burg) The evolved form of Chicicle. Gullbergs can eat anything and will eat ice when they can't find water to drink.
Gullbergs are seagull shaped with blue feathers and dark blue wings. They have a yellow beak, pink legs, and black eyes.
Their name is derived from gull and iceberg.
Type: Ice/ Flying
Ability: Adaptability or Ice Body
Pokedex Colour: Blue
Egg Group: Flying
1.79Kg, 76cm, 60cm wingspan
012 - Zigzagoon. It walks in zigzag fashion. It's good at finding items in the grass and even in the ground.
Type: Normal
Ability: Pickup or Gluttony
Pokedex Colour: Brown
Egg Group: Field
17.6Kg, 40cm.
? - Qoros. (Core-os)
Qoros is the shape of a domestic cat with black fur and golden eyes. It has a very long tail and large ears.
Type: Psychic/ Electric
Ability: Unknown
Pokedex Colour: Black
Egg Group: Undiscovered
3.8Kg, 30cm.
Thank you for reading the Prologue for 'Pokemon Dawn.' It's very long only to introduce you all to the story. I promise to try and make the following chapters a little shorter. As of yet, I don't have any plans to implement a regular uploading schedule so you'll just have to keep your eyes peeled for new chapters!
Any reviews will be warmly received, and any constructive feedback is greatly appreciated. After all, we can't grow as writers unless we know what we have to correct!