Rising Hero
Here is my new story, Rising Hero. This was a very fast update, in my opinion, seeing as I told you about this story yesterday, in the conclusion of Missing.
Before you read, I want to tell you a couple of things. I got this idea when I remembered the events of the second Pokemon movie, The Power of One. Note that there was a prophecy mentioned. So I decided to write this story with that in mind. Think of this as a very distant sequel to Pokemon Movie 2. Read and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't, and never will, own Pokemon, no matter how much I want to. All the rights go to their respectful owners. And hopefully you'll like the made-up prophecy I created. It was hard because I needed words that rhyme, and I also wanted my prophecy to be in a similar format as the original. So please bear with it. Rated T to be safe.
And now, on with the chapter!
Chapter One: The Prophecy
First Shamouti Island prophecy: Disturb not the harmony of fire, ice, or lightning, lest these titans wreak destruction upon the world in which they clash. Though the water's great guardian shall arise to quell the fighting, alone its song will fail, and thus the earth shall turn to ash. O Chosen One, into thine hands bring together all three. Their treasures combined tame the Beast of the Sea.
Everything was calm. A nice, serene place in the Orange Islands. Clear blue skies watched over the islands. A warm, light breeze blew from the west. Flowers blooming and blowing in sync with the zephyr; the calmness also shared with the Pokemon. But the stillness and the calmness was short-lived.
Thunder then boomed in the distance, and it appeared to be coming closer. Dark, gloomy clouds rolled in. Lightning crashed through skies of grey. And soon the sky was infested with dark storm clouds. The Pokemon looked up, sensing something was wrong. Worry was clearly evident in the eyes of the Pokemon.
"Murkrow!" several black crow-like Pokemon known as Murkrow cried. They seemed to be the only Pokemon not to be worried about the current situation. They soared through the cloud-infested sky gracefully with no clear destination in sight.
One particular Pokemon was especially worried. The said Pokemon was standing on top of a rocky cliff where the waves crashed mercilessly against the rigid earth. And standing before this Pokemon was a stone tablet. The tablet was blank and the Pokemon—just as the rest were—was looking up the darkened sky. Thes Pokemon had what appeared to be a (stone?) crown and a red-and-white ruff around his neck. Yes, this was indeed a Slowking. And yes, it was the same one that Ash had encountered during his travels through the Orange Islands.
Slowking blinked. He was one of the first to look at the now darkened sky. Although worry was clearly written in his eyes, he just sighed—like he was expecting this.
Along with the sudden weather change, came with things unexpected as well. Then something strange—strange for even this world—had happened. The tablet that stood before the Water/Psychic Type shone a bright light. It was one of those "mystical" aspects of the Pokemon world.
Even this caught Slowking off guard. The blinding light penetrated the darkness and for a moment, it looked like the sun was out, and looked like it wasn't covered with gloominess that now watched the lands. It soon died down and the Orange Islands was again shrouded in the coldness and darkness it once was in.
Slowking cautiously took a step forward. Safe. He took a couple more steps so he could see the stone more clearly. For a long time, the stone had held a prophecy predicting the quarrel amongst the legendary bird trio—Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres—and how the Chosen One would play in all of this fighting. But that prophecy ended years ago. And while Slowking was reading the engraved text, he soon realized that this was different. A new prophecy had just been predicted. And judging from the text, and the awestruck look now residing on his face, this new prophecy would not have a happy ending:
An ancient Evil thought to have been lost from minds, against all odds, shall once again rise. Though love, a powerful motivator, was a weapon they'd find, an unseen trickery in one's demise. The regions, this evil will destroy and raid, and a battle in a final clash. Three heroes will help to aid, and the world shall turn to ash. The Chosen One, only through unity will thee prevail. Divided , and they will fail.
Slowking's eyes widened in fear. "It has started..."
The world needed help. The world needed a Chosen One. The world needed him...
"Pikachu, use Thunder Bolt!"
"Electabuzz, counter with Thunder!"
The battle was heating up. Ash and Paul were down to their last Pokemon—Pikachu and Electabuzz, respectively.
Both Pokemon had unleashed their moves, and the electricity that collided, went sky high. The flashes were almost blinding and the smoke was just as unbearable.
Each trainer was determined to win: teeth gritted, fists clenched, and that wild look in their eyes that screamed desperation. Both trainers had given their all. But one question remains: who will emerge victorious?
It was clear that both trainers were unwilling to give in; their Pokemon following their example. The two Electric Types were exhausted: uneven breathing, scratches covered their bodies. Despite Ash and Paul being complete opposites—and mutual feelings amongst their Pokemon—they had one similarity. Determination. That fire that burns in everyone, just burned even brighter for the two competitors.
Ash smiled. He had come to realize Paul. Not just on the outside, but on the inside as well. He had come to understand him. Although Paul's methods were tough—and somewhat scary—Ash noticed that Paul was going for the top—just as Ash was.
"Thunder Punch!" Paul commanded.
"Finish this off with an Iron Tail, Pikachu!" ordered Ash.
Once more, the two moves collided, resulting in an even bigger blast. The audience had to avert their eyes. But the problem was, they couldn't do anything else but stare.
Ash looked up to the massive audience that stood before them. He was aware of Pikachu's condition. But at that moment, it looked like Electabuzz was in Pikachu's state. And despite the massive crowd, he saw those beautiful, dazzling, sapphire eyes—the only pair he wanted to see. Even with one quick glance, he understood. A silent encouragement. You can do it Ash! Your Pokemon believe in you. Your family and friends believe in you. I believe in you!
And that was enough to make his fire burn intensely. No amount of water could've doused the fire that burned within him now. It's time for one last go.
He put all his emotions into his words: "We can win this Pikachu! I know we can. Just look back to all our training. All the things we did to get here; we can't just throw that away!"
Pikachu nodded. There was something new now. Not only was his determination burning, something else had ignited. Confidence and strength coursed through his body.
"Time to finish this Pikachu!" Ash yelled.
Paul looked at his Electabuzz, realizing the same thing. "It's your turn, Electabuzz! Show them your true power!"
"Thunder Punch!" Paul yelled. Electricity crackled within Electabuzz's fists. He charged.
"Volt Tackle!" Ash exclaimed. Pikachu had gained some distance since the last attack. Then he started to run. While sprinting, thunder and lightning surrounded him—fast, but definitely powerful.
"NOW!" both yelled in unison.
"BUZZ!"
"PIKA!"
The collision resulted in another explosion—an explosion unseen in the enter time the Sinnoh League was held. More smoke rose and here were collective gasps throughout the stadium. And as the smoke rose, so did the tension. Each second they couldn't see anything, the crowd leaned a bit more, hoping to get the first glimpse of the result of the clash.
As the smoke was lifting, on could see two dark silhouettes of the two fighting Pokemon. Once the smoke was completely lifted, the two Pokemon were still stand. They were clearly not giving in.
'Hang in there, Pikachu,' Ash thought. 'Just a little more.'
Electabuzz and Pikachu were locked in a stare down. They were looking at each other, hoping that the other had lost all of its strength.
Suddenly, Pikachu felt a sharp pain in its sides. Pikachu had taken a significant amount of damage during the course of the battle. He shut his eyes, wanting the pain to go away and to be able to continue.
Electabuzz looked no different. It, too, was exhausted. Electabuzz was standing, but very shakily. And although Electabuzz had it rough, it looked like Pikachu had it worse.
And just as it looked Pikachu was about to fall, Electabuzz beat him to it. Electabuzz fell flat first, but it smiled. It fought bravely and valiantly.
"Buzz..." Electabuzz lay on the ground, defeated.
The referee raised the flag on his left and said, "Pikachu has won the battle! Ash from Pallet Town is the victor! That means that Ash Ketchum has won the Sinnoh League!"
The crowd exploded into thunderous cheers. Some were leaving, some were clapping loudly, some were chanting, "Ash! Ash! Ash!" But all were happy to have witnessed an incredible battle between two incredible rivals.
Ash looked up at the crowds once more. He scanned the entire arena, looking for those gorgeous blue eyes... But he couldn't find them.
That was, until someone tackle-hugged him. They were on the ground, face-to-face.
"You won Ash!" said the girl with the blue eyes. "I knew you could do it!"
"Thanks Dawn," Ash said.
Their faces were very close—and Ash means very close. Both of them blushed, but neither had noticed, which was odd considering their proximity.
An awkward silence dominated the stadium. Everyone was staring at Ash and Dawn with a somewhat surprised expression on their faces.
Dawn was still blushing. She was really glad that Ash had won. She did have a sudden urge to kiss him—but for, you know, congratulatory pruposes. But something had held her back. Maybe it was all those people still at the stadium, staring at her and Ash. Or maybe it was the fact that Ash didn't, and never will, return her feelings. But what ever it was, she didn't.
"Uh, Dawn?" Ash said awkwardly. "Maybe you should get off of me now. Everyone's staring at us."
That idea did occur in her mind, but she didn't want this moment to end. But she knew she had to.
"Oh," Dawn said as she got off. "Right."
Dawn extended an arm for Ash to take. He happily took it.
Dawn hugged him once more—but not enough to knock them down again.
They didn't want the moment to end. But they both knew that it wasn't possible.
"Huh?" Ash saw Paul returning his Electabuzz. Ash reluctantly let of of his and Dawn's embrace and headed towards Paul. Dawn, curious as she was, followed him.
"Hey Paul," Ash said.
Paul just stared at him. Silence followed soon after. Then, in Ash's mind, Paul did the unthinkable. He smiled. And not one of his usual smirks, either. It was a genuine, heart-felled smile.
He finally said, "I understand you now, Ash. That was the greatest battle I ever had." He stared into Ash's brown eyes. "And I"m glad that it was with you."
Ash couldn't help but smile back. "Thanks Paul."
"You made me into a better trainer," Paul commented.
Then Ash got an idea. "You can travel with us, now that the league is almost over."
Paul was surprised by Ash's invitation. "Thanks, but no thanks. I still gotta figure some things out. And I'm heading to Snowpoint City to challenge Brandon."
with that, he walked away. He took a couple of steps, but was stopped by Ash's calling.
"I hope we can be friends!" Ash yelled.
Once again, Paul smiled. "And true rivals!"
Paul took one step, and then stopped. "Oh, and Dawn," he started. "I now know why you love that raven-haired trainer."
Dawn blushed and Paul smirked as he began his walking again. And Ash remained completely clueless.
He turned to Dawn, curious to who she could like. He did feel down, however.
Dawn doesn't like him? That had dashed his hopes. He was regretting his question, but he had ask it. "Who's this raven-haired trainer that Paul thinks you like?"
Dawn looked straight into his eyes—the eyes she couldn't resist staring at. She kept her blush, but was hoping Ash didn't notice.
Ash scratched the back of his raven-haired head, clueless—as always.
Dawn smiled and looked at the sunset. "Trust me, Ash. It's someone you know very well."
The Orange Islands was still covered with storm clouds. Not a single shred of light shone through. Although the clouds were looming in the sky, it appears that that's all they're doing. Not a single drop of rain fell. Still, that didn't make the Pokemon any less worried.
From within the depths of the oceans lies a powerful Pokemon unseen in along time. But despite it being in an underwater home, it still knows of a coming danger. It wasn't just sleeping. It was waiting, resting. After a long time under the surface, it was time to reveal itself once more. The world was in some sort of danger—a threat yet to be known to to the humans—and it decided to help.
It then opened its eyes and opened its wings. It flapped and started to ascend to the surface of the water. It let out a a noise—its cry.
When the Pokemon broke through, some of the other Pokemon were startled by the sudden events. And that included a worried Slowking, whose eyes were glued to the stone tablet.
'If that Pokemon were to rise again, we must really be in danger,' Slowking concluded.
And there you have it: the first chapter. Please tell me what you think.
Read and Review (Or in this case, just review. If you made it to this point, there is no point in the "reading" part, considering the fact that you had read up to here). And please inform me of any mistakes that I may have made. Reviews help me to become a better writer! And as for Paul... I know that he was OOC. I needed-and wanted-him to be nice, 'cuz he'll play an important later on in the story. You'll see. Until next time... Sincerely,
I know that the "world shall turn to ash" thing was in the first prophecy. To me, it looked like a good line, so I decided to use it.
~Lux