Our journey begins in a lovely little hamlet by the name of Oakvale. It was a peaceful place, where humans and pokemon lived in happiness and contentment. The pokemon worked side by side with the townsfolk and had never had to fight for their survival.
Our story follows a young boy by the name of Sparrow, who has yet to get his first pokemon. Today is his older sister's birthday, and he had yet to get her a present for her and her Ralts. As he slept on the steps of his house he dreamed of becoming a Hero. This time around he was a powerful Will user, casting a blades spell on a group of bandits and their Grimers. His Flareon was charging up a Flamethrower and gaining a fiery aura as it did so. Right when he was about to deliver the final blow he heard a voice shake him from his dreams.
"Come on! Wake Up!"
He opened his eyes and blinked slowly at his father. His father was lecturing him but he could only understand snippets through his stupor.
"Daydreaming again, were you? Just like your mother; mind always wandering."
Sparrow stood up lazily and peered up at his father, wondering what he woke him up for now.
"Well, let it wander off to find your sister would you? She's out playing by the Barrow Fields Gate with her Ralts. Remember you haven't given her a birthday present yet!"
Sparrow started walking as his father talked, but stopped short at the birthday present remark. Oh dear, she was going to kill him….
He turned back to his dad and gave him a sheepish look. Oops?
"Don't tell me you forgot to get her one? Well I'm not bailing you out this time, son."
Sparrow looked at the ground dejectedly and began to dig a hole with his toe. She was going to murder him when she found out. They wouldn't be able to find the body when they finally realized he was gone. And before he even got his first pokemon too.
His father looked at him for a long moment before sighing and continuing.
"I'll tell you what, I'll give you a gold piece for each good deed you do around Oakvale. That should be enough to buy her a present."
Sparrow leaped for joy and hugged his father tightly. A gold piece per good deed? He could buy her a present and have extra to spare! His father laughed and ruffled his hair before pushing him away.
"Now get moving, and stay out of trouble!"
Sparrow ran off down the lane and passed a small girl playing with her Teddiursa plushy. He ran down the hill and saw the trader out of the corner of his eye. Maybe he can see what the trader had before he went and did any good deeds… As he approached the trader, the trader smiled and bent down to his height. His Pidgeot began preening as it's master reeled in another potential customer.
"Hello lad! I'm a Trader; I wander the world buying and selling wares, especially to fine folk like your good self. Some little girl I saw said you have a sister and it's her birthday today. Have you got her a birthday present yet?"
Sparrow shook his head no and looked down. Gossip sure did travel fast in this town.
"Well, it just so happens that I have a rather nice box of sweets here. Guaranteed to put a smile on any sister's face, for only 3 gold pieces."
Sparrow smiled and nodded running off again to find good deeds to do. As he ran he heard a woman's voice from a little cottage. The lady at the front of the cottage looked pissed and as he approached he heard her rant to herself.
"Where's that filthy layabout husband of mine? With some woman I don't doubt! I run his house, bring up his children and pokemon, and what do I get in return? Nothing!" She spotted Sparrow and called him over and he approached her cautiously. He was just a kid but even he knew better than to mess with a female she's pissed. She rested her hands on his shoulders and kneeled down to look him in the eyes. "If you see him, let me know, won't you?"
Sparrow nodded and walked away. If he saw her husband he'd be sure to tell her. Would that count as a good deed? Ah well.
As he walked he saw two kids fighting up ahead and ran to find out why. As he approached the bigger kid pushed the smaller one to the ground and picked up something that was on the ground. It was small and round with a green design on it.
Sparrow helped the little kid up and the child pleaded with Sparrow, "Get him off me! Please help! He goes around the town beating up anyone smaller than him, and steals from the ones that are bigger than him. You look strong. I bet you could scare him off for good!"
Sparrow despised people like the bully and it angered him to see a child bullied. He grabbed the ruffian and punched him square in the jaw. The bully tried to get away but was caught it Sparrows steel-grip. After a good couple of hits and some sobbing from the bully, he pleaded, "I'm sorry! I'll leave him alone. Just please don't hit me again!"
The bully ran off, dropping the green orb. The child smiled and ran over to the orb, picking it up. He returned to Sparrow and placed the sphere in his hands. "Thank you! You stopped him good! Thank you. Here. I saw him steal this thingy from the trader's wagon, in a box with more of these. I know you will bring it back to him." With that the child ran off to play with his sister Rosie, who was still playing with her Teddiursa doll.
Sparrow ran back to the trader and held out the orb to him. The green of the ball caught the light through the trees and sparkled like a gem. The Pidgeot flapped it's wings in surprise and trilled at the sight of the missing item. The Trader exclaimed, "You found it! Thank you so much young man! I'll tell your father about your good deed, I will!"
The Trader leaned down and whispered to Sparrow, "You see young lad, after this I'm going to the Hero's Guild. That little green ball was part of my shipment, you see? I'm to deliver a package to the Guild-master from an old friend of his. An inventor friend…" The Trader stood up and took the orb from Sparrow and placed it carefully in the box with the others. They were all colors of the rainbow. Reds and blues, and even white and black! "I don't know what they do," the Trader continued, "But I do know that they are important and have something to do with pokemon."
The Trader stroked the Pidgeot tenderly and nodded to Sparrow. "Off ya go now. Go find some more good deeds to do." Sparrow nodded and was about to walk off when he saw some seeds on the ground. He picked them up gingerly and held them out to the Pidgeot. The pokemon tilted its head to the side for a bit before gently pecking them out of his hands. The Trader laughed and stated, "Well, well! You seem to have a natural talent with pokemon, my good lad! It took me months before she ever let me do that." The Trader rose and began walking up the trail to Sparrows house. As he walked Sparrow called out after him, "He's a she?" The Trader laughed again and nodded, "You can tell by her plumage. It's a lot shinier than a male Pidgeots." He continued up the hill and Sparrow turned back to the pokemon. She tittered at him a little and he attempted to titter back, but must've insulted her because she puffed up and turned away from him, indignantly. He shrugged and went up the hill, trying to find one more good deed.
That was when he heard a man and woman's laughter. He stopped and looked around the corner of the house curiously, and saw the angry lady's husband kissing another woman. He came out from around the corner and went up to him. Perhaps there was a reason why he was kissing another woman?
The man shoved the woman from his grasp and gawked at Sparrow. What was a kid doing back here? Just seeing him back here made him nervous.
"What? I was just…I'm…I've never even met this woman; who is she?"
When he saw in Sparrows eyes that he didn't believe him he crouched down and grabbed him by the shoulders and whispered to him, in case someone else heard them. "Listen sonny; keep your mouth shut about this, right? My wife's at home with our little one's and I'm supposed to be working. But a man should be entitled to do what he likes, don't you think?" The man looked in Sparrows eyes and saw that not even that would get him out of this. So he tried bribery. "Tell you what, if you keep this little secret, I'll give you a gold piece."
Sparrow thought about it for a bit and shook his head no. The man sighed and stated, "Just don't tell my wife. I can't let her find out about this."
Sparrow smiled and ran away, down the hill, straight for the angry lady. He wasn't dumb, and gossip traveled fast around here. He approached the lady and tugged on her sleeve to get her attention. "Did you find him?" Sparrow nodded and pointed her in the right direction. "Right! I'm gonna turn him into Mightyena food! Thank you for telling me." With that she ran up the hill towards the house. Sparrow followed close behind and watched from a safe enough distance.
"You filthy swine! I ought to chop them right off! Don't insult me anymore! Well if you think I'm going to cook and clean for you while you're out having a good time, you've got another thing coming!"
"I'm not doing anything, honest!"
"Who is she anyways? A scullery maid? I want a divorce!"
With that Sparrow left to find his father.
As he approached his dad, he smiled up at him, knowing now that he had done enough to get his sister chocolates. His dad patted him on the head and stated, "The Trader was here a minute ago. Said he had to leave and that you wanted to get chocolates for your sister. I think you deserved it so I got the chocolates and you can keep the 3 gold you earned." Sparrow leaped for joy and grabbed the chocolates and gold from his father, before hugging him tightly. He ran down the hill again, just in time to see the Trader leave, and waved enthusiastically. The Pidgeot sat on top of the wagon and sang as she saw Sparrow wave. He really needed to work on his bird speak but was a good kid after all.
Sparrow ran after them a ways and waved until they were out of sight. He then turned to the left and entered the field his sister was playing in with her Ralts. The Ralts was dressed up in doll clothes, but seemed to be enjoying itself. He sure hoped that he could get a pokemon soon.
"Hello little brother! I hope you haven't forgotten what day it is, like you did last year."
The Ralts tugged lightly on her sleeve and she picked it up, suddenly remembering the night before.
"I hope I didn't wake you last night. It was another of those dreams."
She rocked the Ralts gently and shuddered at the dark memories. "I was standing in this field when something happened but I don't remember what."
She shook her head and smiled at her brother teasingly, "Never mind that though. I'm still waiting for my present!"
Sparrow smiled and brought out the box of chocolates. Her face lit up and the Ralts cheered in its own language. She took the box in one hand and twirled with her Ralts.
"I knew you were going to bring me chocolates! It's just like my dream!"
She stopped spinning and she put down her Ralts. It took the chocolates and clung to her leg, peeking out from beneath her skirt. "Come on, let's go home. Mother will be back for my party any minute now!"
Sparrow nodded and ran toward the gate of the field, but as he reached it Theresa's Ralts quivered and so did she. She reached out a hand and cried out, "Wait! There's something wrong…" Sparrow stopped in his tracks and turned to her. It was never good when she said something was wrong. For one thing she was always right.
"BANDITS!" came the cry from one of his father's friends as he ran through the gate. He had almost reached Sparrow when an arrow caught him in the back. Sparrow felt like he was going to throw up as he saw a puddle of blood trickle out from underneath the mans body.
"It's really happening…They're here! You've got to hide!" She scooped up her Ralts and ran off through the woods, trying to get to the rest of her family before the bandits did. Sparrow on the other hand jumped the fence and crouched down, hiding behind it.
A man walked up to the body and kicked it in front of a young woman and stated casually, "Got one!" One of the other bandits approached and slashed the woman before she could scream for help. Sparrow turned away from the fence and quivered in horror. How could they take a life so casually? The rest of the bandits ran toward the village, yelling on top of they're lungs and shaking their weapons in the air. Their Grimers followed close behind spreading their ooze everywhere and filling the air with poison gas that the bandits seemed immune to.
Evil had finally arrived to Oakvale. Bandits wielded torches and steel slayed and burned everything in their way. Flames tinted a bloody red lit the night as the villagers and pokemon cried and begged for mercy, and soon bodies filled the streets with their stench.
Then the invaders reached the last house, where the boy and his family lived. It was them they had slaughtered so much to find. The father fought to protect his kin, but he was no warrior and had no pokemon, and thus was mortally wounded. The bandits ripped the house apart but could not find the boy. Through torture and threats his mother and sister remained silent and their furious attackers took them both.
From the nearby woods the boy watched as all he knew was taken away, his whole life was crushed to ashes.
He was alone…
I do not own Pokemon or Fable. I simply liked the idea of putting them together. I will try to update every week or every other week, but as you can probably already tell, I'm lazy.