Welcome, to hopefully the first of many of a series revolving around my X team. This story more has to do with each of the pokemon.
Set in a no human environment, and I mean NO HUMANS. It's not like the Mystery Dungeon games, where there are humans, just in a different time period. There are no humans.
A list of the pokemon to look forward to:
Blastoise
Electivire
Skarmory
Claydol
Gallade
Simisage
Heliolisk
This is legal stuff-'I don't own Pokemon, nor any of the rights to Pokemon. I do own the pokemon in this story however, and any rights to them.'
This is the Prologue, and Chapter 1 will officially be out as soon as I write it.
Many years ago, a Squirtle named Judas, born under a wise man, made an orphan by natural disasters. Judas swore to take revenge on the planet, seeking out the gods of nature from each of the regions.
He grew a group of friends, whom thriled at taking on the gods. And from the beginning, none of them knew that he never planned on merely defeating them, he wanted to make them pay. To kill them.
Over the years, the group grew powers of lightning, air, steel, the earth, and the mind. And before it was realized, Moltres had fallen. The disciples then became the guardians, keeping Judas locked in a prison of their own making until the day his mind became clear once again.
His fourteen years in solitude cleared his head, and his mind became a vision towards the future of all pokemon. He and his crew founded the Red Fire Mountain, in repentance for the Moltres.
The Mountain was raised from a work of Judas' team, and rumors of Judas' accomplishment became known. Pilgrims and challengers alike, swarmed in to either pay tribute to the shrine of the fallen Moltres on top of the mountain, or to challenge Judas himself. No one has yet beaten him, or his three companions, the Sentinel.
The one who commands Thunder, Victor, said to have the speed of the lightning before the strike. He's Judas' closest friend, and is said to be the one to snap Judas out of his blood lust long enough for him to focus during some of the major battles during their travels.
The one who rides the winds, with a hide as hard as the earth itself. A magnificent warrior, Illian, the knight of the sky.
And the voodo doctor, one said to control both the mind, and the earth. Jip. Not much is known about Jip. She came in late in Judas' adventures, and has a past unknown.
Or, atleast that's the story's that my father told me, when he himself used to look after me while mother was asleep. Around the fire, his shadows seemed to make the story come alive on the walls. But, those times are far from over.
Now, I plan on taking the Sentinel and Judas down myself. I, Malkov, son of the Banette Gret and grand son of the Gengar Austin, am on my way to Red Fire Mountain not as a pilgrim as my mother was, but a challenger.
"Victor, assemble the Sentinel. I have grave news." A figure of a hulking Blastoise, directed towards his back.
Sparks flew, and immediately, a thunk was heard on the ground. Claws dug into the dirt, and stopped just infront of the Blastoise's throne. A flash of white and purple light emitted in the room, revealing another person whom was not there before. Last but not least, with an electrically charged fist, the third was kneeling before Judas.
"My Sentinel, I fear for the future..."