A/N: First few chapters have been redone. They might not seem to have changed too terribly much, but I assure you, they have. I know the first few are not in third person like I said, but later on you will see the work around I put in. I tried to do the start up until more characters were added, but the constant "Zweii" name over and over was bothering me, since there are no other major characters in that time. I'm still working on the next chunk of chapters, after which a few are going to need complete overhauls and I'm even adding some events in here and there. Thanks for being patient while all this goes on everyone!
The snowy season was unusually harsh this year. The winds blew with a mission to unhinge the doors on our houses, and visibility was only a couple of feet. I sat inside one of the larger houses with my father, Duke, assisting him with his latest project.
"Zweii, pass me the clamps," he asked.
"Here you go," I said, handing him the iron tongs.
Duke clamped them onto the end of the red-hot beam of steel, and plunged it into the water trough beside him. Steam filled the room as the beam of steel was super-cooled. He lifted it back up and set it on the stack of other beams.
"There, that oughta' do it. Ten short steel beams for the center down the mountain."
"What are these ones for?" I asked.
"They are to reinforce the roof of the Pokemon center at the bottom of the mountain," he explained. "The snow is starting to pile up."
"Want some help putting them on the cart?" I asked.
"No, when the storm dies out Mamoswine can help, but thanks," he replied with a smile.
"Okay."
"Your practice done for today?"
"Yes sir!"
"Good, then off to bed, you have an exciting day ahead tomorrow."
I went to my room in the cabin, changed clothes, and sat on the bed. I laid back, looking up toward the ceiling.
"I can't wait until tomorrow. In a few hours, I will be sixteen, and I can finally start my journey to find my parents. As I laid there, I went over the years I have lived in the village that I could remember.
I was told that when I was very small, my parents left me here with Duke. They left nothing behind, no pictures, no names, nothing. Through my life, Duke raised me as a steelworker's apprentice, and taught me a thing or two about how to use a longsword. Every day, since the day I could lift a wooden sword, I practiced swinging and blocking techniques. I never understood why, especially in this day in age, but he was my father, and he knew best. I was homeschooled by the town's elder on various subjects, includingthe basics of Pokemon and wilderness survival in the mountains. I was never taught how to be a trainer, as the town had none to teach me. The town is fairly small by the name Kalhura and is one of the farthest points North in the Sinnoh region, and is so small that it is not on normal maps. The only way to get here is through a single mountain trail that comes from another small town below us, however during the snowy season like this, it is almost impossible to traverse. The upside to our little town is the help that we have. Due to the climate, we have a large number of wild ice-type Pokemon around, the only exception being Duke's Camerupt that gives life to the forge. I would often wander around the town to talk to other people, and meet all the variety of Pokemon in nothing more than a shirt, shorts, and shoes. For some reason, I wasn't bothered too terribly much by the cold, in-fact, I was always very warm. I thought it was just because I grew up in a forge, but Duke would go out wearing a thick jacket and pants. Another mystery I hope to solve someday.
I soon found myself falling asleep in the bed I was laying on, drifting into that place where only your deepest wishes come true.
