Team Harmony – Chapter 1

The Story of Dust

Hello, and this is a Pokémon fan fiction about my version of Team Harmony. This story will be told from the first person perspective of my character, Dust, and this ties into the lore of my Tumblr blog, aeroblxsting-dust. I hope you enjoy this.

I am, no... my name is Dust "Vee" White, and I'm a member of Team Harmony. What is Team Harmony you may ask? I'll gladly tell you. We are a group of trainers in the Go Program trying to bring peace and harmony between the people and Pokémon of the world, as well as stand against the discord and bloodshed between the three teams of Valor, Mystic, and Instinct.

I suppose, before I tell you of how we came to be, I should tell you my story, then you might get an idea of why I formed this team. My story dates back 13 years ago, back to when I was only 6 years old...

"What do you mean 6 year olds aren't able to get a Pokémon," I asked, crossing my arms. I was hoping to be able to get a Pokémon as soon as possible.

"You need to be 10 years old to get a trainer's license," the Professor told me. "I'm sorry Dustin, but you'll have to wait 4 more years." I felt.. torn. I wanted to listen to him, and yet it was the law that you couldn't be a trainer until you were 10. I just stormed out of the lab, the Professor sighing behind me. "When will you understand..." I heard him, but I just chose to keep walking.

"Dustin, are you alright," my mother called to me as I walked upstairs. To be honest with myself, I wasn't, but I didn't want to be a burden so I just kept walking, holding in my tears until I was upstairs, sliding onto my bed and gripped my pillow, crying. I just wanted to be able to train a Pokémon, I wasn't doing anything wrong!

That night I ran away. I didn't care about the rules anymore, I didn't care that I could get hurt anymore, I didn't care about even getting a starter Pokémon anymore. All I cared about was the opportunity to live among Pokémon, as though I myself were a Pokémon. I snuck downstairs and searched around the hallway, trying to find if mom was awake, and when I confirmed she wasn't, I got into the kitchen and packed as much food and water as I could before sneaking out the door, leaving all I knew behind...

I wandered into the forests and went deep into them, hoping to be able to find a wild Pokémon to take me under their wing. I just walked for hours, trying to find anything that would take me in. A few hours later, I felt homesick, but at that moment, I'd come to a horrible realization...

I had become lost...

I began to panic as the sun began to come up. They'd most certainly look for me.. right? Fear began to cloud my judgment as my path became more erratic. They'll find me, I know it... They wouldn't leave me to die, right?...

I can't take it, I begin running as fast as I possibly can, hoping that I eventually run into civilization. Tears are rolling down my cheeks and into the wind as I close my eyes, hoping to be able to find anyone that would protect me. I don't even see as I trip over an Eevee, falling to the ground with a shout and a groan. "Oof! Owie..." I got up and looked at the Eevee, tears staining my cheeks. "Hi," I said awkwardly, giving a slow wave. The Eevee looked scared, possibly as scared as I was before I backed away as a way of saying "I won't hurt you." It looked at me before padding over slowly. Given how small it looked, it was most likely a baby or child... Where were it's parents?...

I reached out and it sniffed my hand before finally getting the message that I wouldn't harm it. It nuzzled up against my hand with a soft "Vee," before smiling at me. I... I couldn't help but smile back at i-.. her... This Eevee was a female, I don't know how I could tell, but I just.. could...

"There, see," I asked as I pet her. "Told you I wouldn't hurt you..."

A few years later, we finally hit the edge of the region. Me and Eevee were standing at the edge of our home region, ready to finally head out. I was 8 now, and I found out that the Eevee was about the same age as me, except only a year older. I looked down at her, holding her in my arms. "You ready, Eevee?" I honestly wasn't, there was so much I wanted to tell my folks, but they'd just yell at me anyway.

She responded with a joyful "Vee!" She was obviously more enthusiastic about this than I was, which begged the question, why? I didn't have time to ponder on it, the edge of the region was right in front of us, and with it, the door to a new beginning. I stepped across the boundary, and into the next region, the one I'd call my home for years to come.

I'd decided to start my new life with lies, as they'd likely kick me out if they knew I was 8, though I was certain I could pass for a 10 year old, given I was younger than I looked. I went straight to the region's professor and asked for a trainer's license.

"Alright," the professor said, tapping his chin. "Now, would you please tell me your name?"

"Dust Vee," I responded, resolute in my tone.

"How old are you right now?"

"I'm 10 right now, sir. Though I don't have any parents."

"Alright." He scribbled something on his clipboard, looking at me. "What exactly do you plan to do with your new title as trainer?"

"I plan to train Eevees as well as help people understand Pokémon better.

To him, I was Dust Vee, an orphaned 10 year old boy hoping to become an Eevee trainer, and the guy actually bought it! I felt ready to explode with happiness as I held the card in front of me and Eevee, of course having a photo of me and Eevee, side by side like we'd be from now on.

He had given me five Pokéballs to use, and I held one in my hand. … I didn't really know what to-

Tap!

Eevee had tapped one of my Pokéballs, the one in my hand. "E- Eevee," I questioned as she smiled, letting the bright light engulf her form as she was pulled into the Pokéball in my hand. It shook once before giving off a bing to let me know that it worked. "Eevee, I..." I teared up, a bright smile on my face. "Oh, Eevee.. Thank you..." I held the Pokéball in front of me. "Alright! Come on out, Eevee!" I tossed the ball up into the air before it opened, my Pokémon appearing in a flash of light and leaping down towards me.

"Eevee," she cried joyously as I caught her, both of us smiling brightly as my tears fell onto her back.

"Oh Eevee, thank you so much. I love you." I don't know why I said those last three words, but it just felt right. After all, we'd been traveling for two whole years now and I just held her close to me. I saw her as a sister... I felt my shirt growing wet in the back and I looked over to see that Eevee was crying as well. I didn't know how to feel so I just held her tighter.

That evening, we went deep into the forests, deciding to live in them from now on among the other Pokémon. I wanted to help protect them so we became the forest's guardians, taking down any trainers that wanted to use Pokémon only for their own personal benefit. The other Pokémon in the forest, after we protected them, had agreed to help us out by making us a home to live in, since I couldn't stay outside all night for the rest of my life, given that winter was fast approaching. They dug me and Eevee a small cave for us to stay in, and while Eevee thought it was unimpressive, I thought it was really nice. Certainly beat being stuck out in the cold for weeks upon weeks.

That night, as me and Eevee rested on a torn mattress I'd brought in, I felt something that I hadn't felt in a long time... A feeling of love... A feeling of being part of a family... As I wrapped my arms around the vixen in front of me, I felt truly accepted among Pokémon. I just deeply wished that I could understand Eevee, as I wanted to be able to fully communicate with her...

So, what did you all think of my first actual fan fiction chapter? I plan to actually eventually finish this unlike most of my stories. This is also my first time writing in the first person perspective.