The Tale of a Trainer- Prologue: There once was a boy…
Setting: Six years ago- A small village called Green Wood
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon in any way shape or form. I DO own the character Alex Dugman and his parents. Don't steal them. Alex has been my creation since I thought him up in 2000. I have proof, don't make me use it. Fear me, just don't sue me.
Author's Note: I've been meaning to post this for some time now. I'll upload the first real chapter in a few days. I really need feedback if I am to continue, so your comments are most important and greatly appreciated!
The Tale of a Trainer
Prologue: There once was a boy...
The sound of the buzzer drove him crazy every time it pierced the air with its cry. Leave it to his parents to be able to do that, they knew him all too well. They always found the one thing that he found most annoying to motivate him, and they were all too aware that he hated loud noises. He quickly, yet carefully, scurried to each of the incubators. The six eggs slowly cooking on the end would hatch soon; he could tell by all of their slight vibrations that spurred every few seconds. This put them in near constant movement, shaking and trembling on the cushion they sat upon. He wanted more than anything to be there when they hatched, so maybe his consistent caring for them wouldn't be in vain. The buzzes continued until every single egg had been turn gently, in which the sound stopped abruptly. He sighed in relief as the ringing dulled in his ears.
His eyes, two sparkling orbs toped with green rings, danced across the glass. They stopped suddenly upon his favorite egg. It was quite simple, and neither he nor his parents were too sure of what it contained. But all that mattered to the boy was how shiny and smooth looking the egg's surface was. It had a pearly look to it and could make any 9 year old itchy in a want to touch its white surface. He secretly hoped it was a Dragon type, though he wasn't sure where his parents would have gotten a hold of one.
All the eggs in the incubator had either been found around the lab or had been given to his parents by passing trainers. At least a few of the eggs were parented by his parents' prized Pokémon and he hoped to see how their experimental breeding had turned out.
The boy walked out the door in the back of the room, allowing the warm air to hit him in gentle waves. He ran over to the roars that suddenly hit his ears, realizing that his parents were once again practicing. Though both had given up being traveling trainers, they kept their skills sharp to protect their research center. The boy's eyes took in the battle that lay out in front of him with such excitement that he had to sit down to take it all. He pulled out a small camera, one he carried to photograph his parents Pokémon when he was bored. Looking through the viewfinder, he focused in on the dueling monsters, snapping away gleefully. He scooped up the mini Polaroids that had fallen from his camera and scribbled the date on the back with a marker he'd drawn from his pocket. They'd look nice in his photo album.
"Charizard, Flamethrower! Go get him!" His father was a highly experienced researcher. His specialty was mainly in breeding Pokémon so that they gained the best of their parents' abilities. His research had led him to hatching a small Pidgey who was actually able to use Transform, much like its father, a Ditto.
"Jolteon! Agility, then Pin Missile!" His mother was an equally experienced researcher as his father, but she was more concerned in her research of producing a new generation of starter Pokémon. Her goal was to create a starter who would grow more adapted to the trainer and over supply them with help in the early stages of a journey. Her first experimental Pokémon had been a young Charmander, who, despite much effort, was incredibly intelligent, but too untamed to give to a starting trainer. It remained in its Pokéball most of time, usually for their own safety.
The Charizard's original Flamethrower missed the Jolteon as it sped across the ground, but the second one was successful in knocking the Pin Missile assault from hitting it. Noticing the Charizard's distraction as it shot Jotleon's attack down, his mother took her chance. "Jolteon, Shock Wave!"
Charizard hit the ground seconds after the electric attack collided with its body. As it struggled to stand, the boy's father returned it to its Pokéball, replacing it on his belt and selecting a new ball. He tossed it and tall Meganium materialized in front of him. It reared up on its hind legs and landed heavily on the ground a moment later, bellowing at Jolteon. The boy watched with sparkling eyes as the two Pokémon jumped at each other, launching attacks without pausing. A small alarm sounded in the distance.
The boy's head popped up, recognizing with dismay that it was the incubator. Didn't I just turn them? Allowing the camera to swing on its lanyard around his neck, he jogged over to the small greenhouse incubating room that was attached to the lab to see what the alarm was for. A wave of anxiety overcame him as he saw small green lights flashing atop two of the incubators. They're about to hatch! He thought with excitement as he removed the glass coverings from the two, watching in amazement as they shook violently. I finally get to see a Pokémon hatch!
A huge crashing noise boomed outside. It was a gruesome noise, one that couldn't easily be explained.
The nursery shook violently and stopped. The eggs trembled in their incubators as another violent tremor swept though. Pieces of the roof began breaking off the ceiling and hitting the floor around the boy. What's going on! He heard his mother calling his name as the debris fell around him, but barely any of her words registered. His mind was scattered in a million places and he found himself unable to move.
Before he could register what was happening, her Jolteon had appeared in front of him. The only noise he could recognize was her calling out to her electric Pokemon. Within a second, the Pokémon had prepared a protective Light Screen around him. Without thinking, he reached for the two shaking eggs, which had both crashed to the floor, bringing their smooth surfaces tight against his chest. I'll keep you safe… Another tremor shook the room and he fell roughly to the floor, the wall crumbling beside him. He glanced outside at his parents, who had released most of their Pokémon. His eyes darted to the sky, where a small purple form hovered, surrounded by the lab's herd of Tauros. The purple figure was gleaming in a suit of what appeared to be armour, but the glare from the sun made it hard to make out. A group of masked figures stood behind it, gleefully throwing black Pokéballs at the stunned Pokémon.
Out of unconscious habit, the boy reached for his camera and snapped a few shots, not bothering to look through the viewfinder, his focus on the shaking Pokemon eggs. What is that thing up there? Mom, Dad, are you okay? What's going on? Please, make it go away!
A blue ring surrounded the figure and another blast struck the area. The boy's head throbbed as he strained his eyes to focus. His mind was humming, buzzing with a million thoughts that he wasn't even certain were all his. The voices he heard echoing in his mind were new, or were they? Who is that? Please… just… make it stop! For the first time, despite his headache and blurred mind, he felt scared, and it wasn't for only his life. A warm presence settled around him.
The last things he saw before blacking out were the forms of a small Chikorita and white Eevee trembling, but safe, in his arms.
Well, there ya go. Zeh prologue is done!
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I have the larger plot for this done, and I'll work on the smaller aspects later, which leaves room for suggestions too if you'd like to leave one.
Oh, and today is Pokemon's 10th Birthday- Green was released in Japan in February of 1996, so Happy Birthday Pokemon!