Chapter 1
A/n: this is my first fanfic so bear with me here. It is about Pokémon! And I know that there are a lot already, I just hope it doesn't just drown between bad and good fanfics. To make things clear: if you don't get the story tell me, because I tent to jump to places from time to time. Also mechanics are sometimes different to make the story work, but sometimes I don't say that so please help me if I forget.
Also: English is not my native language so prepare for mistakes (if there are too many say that as well I'll change). I DON'T OWN POKEMON! Now enjoy.
[edit]: I've changed the first few chapters a bit with tips I have gotten. Please if you have more tips or improvements review it or PM me.
We were racing through the woods. Our prison car bumping with every hole in the road. I was sitting in the back of the car, when the man across from me started talking.
"So how's your day sir?" a bald man said with a heavy accent.
"Well," mumbled the officer sitting next to me.
"Well that's nice to hear! And you little girl?" Of course he was talking to me.
"Stop talking," grumped the officer across me. "Soon you'll be gone for good."
"I won't be so sure of that." And as the bald man said that, a big bonk was heard outside the vehicle. The back door slammed open and the heavy accented man knocked the officer next to him out. While the other one tried to grab his gun, he was soon pierced by a spear. A young boy was holding it and looked at me, making a 'sorry' face when he saw mine. The bald man stepped out of the vehicle, with help of the person who busted it. He was definitely old but could've come out as thirty.
"Aren't you coming? Or do you want to get caught again?" the man had turned around to face me.
I was speechless of what just happened; I let my body slowly slide out of the car.
"Well come on," he said as I walked towards him. A small boy walked up to the man, giving him a belt with red and white colored balls on it. Out of curiosity I tried to look over the man's shoulders what they were.
"Do you want to know what is inside?" the man said. My cheeks blushed as I looked away.
"How did you know I was curious?" I asked as I stepped away while he turned around.
"Well… I just have a lot of experience." He winked. "Look," he said as he threw one of the balls in the air. A shining light came out of the ball, then materialised and a lizard was standing right in front of me. I stepped back; almost slipping in a ditch.
"It is called Charmeleon. You don't have to be afraid, it is trained well."
Suddenly the 'Charmeleon' as he called it, shined brightly and went back in the ball. "Follow me," he said and we went away from the scene.
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After a few hours we arrived at an abundant factory. The bald man opened a door and leaded me to his office. While walking through the building I noticed that the entire factory was made of metal. That feature made it cold inside. The man's office was plain, with only a desk with computer and a cupboard against the wall.
"Do you know what a Pokémon is?" he asked.
"A what?" I answered.
" A Pokémon is like the Charmeleon I showed you earlier. There are many kinds of different species of Pokémon." He sat on his desk and looked at me. It made me a bit nervous
"I wouldn't know what to do with a Pokémon."
"Well what if I say this, if you choose to have one you'll have two options: One, stay here and be a Rebellion. But since you don't know what that is, I'll tell you later. Second, you go on a journey to meet many unique kinds of Pokémon. So what will you do?"
"Do I get to choose which Pokémon I get?" The idea of a journey was rather pleasing to hear. I could already feel the wind through my hair and the smell of grass.
He started laughing which made me snap out of my fantasy. "You're one hell of a curious kid! And well… we're kind of short on Pokémon at the moment. But I still have one laying around somewhere." He turned around and started looking through his desk.
"Ha, there you are!" he said while holding a ball. Through the red side I could faintly see a small otter. It looked like it was sleeping very comfortably.
"Take it out!" he said. "But be careful, it is still a baby."
I clicked on the circle in the middle of the ball. It opened and a little otter jumped out and fell in my arms. It looked at me with a goofy face, as if it was just awoken from a deep slumber.
"That little one over there is called 'Oshawott'. It is most revered to as the sea otter species. Will you keep it?"
"Do I have another choice?" I asked him. A confused face was my answer. I chuckled at him.
"Of course I will," I said quickly, not wanting the little otter to feel rejected. "It's adorable."
I snuggled with the otter. It gave out an enjoyed cry. I put it down and suddenly a weapon appeared in my hands. It was a small javelin with long string. I let go of it and took a step back. It made a soft sound as it fell on the ground.
"W-what is that," I stuttered. The man picked the weapon up.
"I didn't think Oshawott would think of this," he mumbled as he twisted the weapon around to give it a good look. It was blue with a little yellow-like shell in the middle.
"It is called a Spirit Weapon," he explained as he gave me the weapon. Still a bit scared, I held it in front of me.
"It is a symbol of trust between Trainer and Pokémon. Most starters give a weapon right away. Wild Pokémon need to trust you first before creating one."
"They create these!?" I blurted out while looking at the otter. It looked away. I saw that it was feeling ashamed of its creation.
"Yes they do," the man continued, "they create these weapons to protect its Trainer. You should be thankful for the weapon."
"I'm sorry Zuma," I said while picking up the otter. "C-can I name you that way?" I quickly asked. Zuma nodded.
"Which option will you choose?" the man said after a long silence.
"I want to go," I answered him, "I'll come back."
"Can you make a promise to this old man?" he then asked. I looked at him. He suddenly seemed serious.
"If you come across Shalour City in one of your journeys, can you tell the Gym Leader there that I'm doing all right?" He waited a bit before continuing. "He is in another Region, but you can make it there. He lives in Kalos. He is a very good Trainer and could help you get better."
"I will… and thank you for everything," I said. I said goodbye to the people who helped me and went on my journey, with my new companion Zuma.
A/n: the 'Spirit Weapons' are made up weapons to give Pokémon a more mature look. If you need a picture, tell me, and I'll see what I can do.