Hi, it's Blazelight790 :) I decided to make a new story, and this is going to be a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon fanfiction! This MIGHT have some twists in it, I don't know cause I haven't thought about it yet (so maybe, maybe not, hopefully though!)
While reading this, feel free to correct me and give me tips on how to be a better writer. I'd really appreciate it if you did ^^
So let's start! PMD: Adventures of Team FlashAura!
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From the very start, I was always alone.
Well actually, I might be exaggerating a little, but I was still alone for a majority of my childhood. My family was captured by poachers because our species was rare. I remember resting in our makeshift home in the forest when there was suddenly a long screeching sound and a few shouts of a language I didn't understand. My dad had went outside to defend his family and my mother had pushed me and my siblings away at the last minute and told us to run. And we did. I had sprinted as fast as my little legs could go, and carry me as far as they could. I thought that everything would be alright and I would be able to return to my parents again. But I was young and naïve back then.
Of course, that never happened.
We traveled for days and weeks, not even knowing where we even was. I can recall our empty stomaches constantly growling, begging for just the slightest bit of food. I remember the rare times when we did find food, only to be intercepted by another wild pokemon as it chased us away, feasting on our lunch. The bitter cold and starvation killed off my siblings one by one, until I was the only one left. The only times I ate were when I found left-over berries, or when a Pokémon took mercy on me (which was pretty rare).
Until one day, I arrived at a town.
The town was called Treasure Town. Humans were almost never found there. It was rare to find one close by. There was Pokémon everywhere, chatting and gossiping. It was the first time that I felt safe. When I was looking around town, I met a Kangaskhan. The first thing she had asked me was where my family was. When I told her that my whole family had either died or was captured, she took sympathy on me. From then on, she was almost like a mother to me. She basically took me in and gave me a home. I always played with her son.
Pokémon had told me stories about Time Gears. Time Gears helped keep control over the flow of time. Even the most hardened criminals never disturbed them. I heard a rumor from other citizens that time was getting disordered though. I didn't get it. Didn't the Time Gears keep balance? They were never disturbed, so time should be alright. Right?
One day, Kanghaskhan asked if I remembered anything about my time with my family. I remembered the relaxing days of playing with my siblings, or going out scouting for food with my mother. However, one thing that I held dear to te most were the stories my father had told me. The stories were full of mysteries and adventures that fascinated me. Fortunately, she knew exactly what it was. My father had told me tales about explorations and adventures. Kanghaskhan explained to me about what Pokémon did while exploring. They traveled to new places, discovered and found new treasures. I was amazed as she told me the tales. Apparently, there was a guild close by, a famous one in fact. I promised myself that I'd train at that guild and become a great explorer one day.
But, I was afraid, a coward. The past scarred me and I was afraid that something might happen anytime, anywhere. Some Pokémon accused me of not having the guts to do anything. Sure, they discouraged me, but I kept on trying to join that guild. However, I always chickened out when I reached 'that' part. Whenever I got depressed from my failure, I'd go to the beach. It was always beautiful there. Especially during the sunset. Watching the Krabby blowing bubbles at the ball of light sinking into the ocean, sending rays on the water making it sparkle was really relaxing.
A couple weeks after I met Kangaskhan, I was at the beach. I was walking and I tripped over something. When I turned around and examined it, it was just a rock. Disgruntled of that random rock on the ground,I was about to throw it into the water, but a strip of white on it caught my eye. On closer inspection of the rock, there was a pattern on it. A really strange pattern too. I had thought that it was some sort of rock that was tied to a mystery that I could solve one day and I kept it. I named it the Relic Fragment.
After finding that rock, I was more determined than ever just to join that guild. But, however, I still couldn't do it. I always freaked out when I heard those voices coming down from the ground…
As always, I went to the beach to try and calm myself. The bubbles were blowing around the beach and everything seemed calm and the same.
But, there was something out of place.
On the sand, next to two rocks, was an unconscious Pokémon. It was a Vulpix. My naturally red eyes widening, I sprinted towards the Vulpix, shaking her and trying to see if she was awake.
Little did I know, that this Vulpix was the Pokémon that would change my whole life forever.
