AN: Hello, hello. Yes, welcome back to this story once again. I'm posting this today for my friend, Pokekid543 (Happy late birthday!). Now a lot of you have actually seen different versions of this story on my page before. So what makes this any different than the other ones?
Well, its already written! :D yes, this story is already more than halfway written, so I have no reason to discontinue it this time! And you know what that means? I'm ACTUALLY going to finish a story for once in my life! Isn't that awesome? Now you get to join Wesley in all of his adventures through the Hamura Region on the quest to become the champion of the Hamura League and to slay a god. Make sure to favorite/leave a review if you enjoyed it ^^
Also, along with posting this, I'll bringing back other stories later next year like "Dare to Dream", "Pokemon Z Version", and "Home Alone". I want to pace this story kind of slowly, (since it crosses with Pokemon Z Version, I have to update that faster than this so I can get it done) so updates (the next chapter) will come around 12:00 PM EST every Monday.
To Slay a God
Chapter 1
Keep Believing
A chilly blanket of frosty snow covered the land of the small village of Rust. The sun rose above the mountains in the distance, giving birth to another new day in the world of Pokémon. However, this day was unlike all others. It was a day of childlike wonderment and magic. A day that children could beg their parents for anything they wanted and they would get it.
This day was called Christmas.
However, in a small village called Rust Village deep within the Hamura Region, there laid a boy asleep in his bed whose dreams were ruined. All beliefs that Santa Claus was real were crushed by his parents the night before. In the back of his head, ever since he could form words, all he wanted to do was go out and see the world. But from the very start, his parents denied him every step of the way. Even going so far as to tell him that Santa himself was a fallacy- a clever lie made up by big corporate businesses to market their toys.
It was last night when his mother finally decided she had enough. She broke the news to her fourteen year old son who probably should have stopped believing long ago and he wept the night away until his tears tired him.
But today, he would find that his entire life would change. Not only that, but it had just begun as well. The childish magic inside of him would come back and that glimmer of happiness and hope would return in his eyes.
Because Santa came to town.
To our young hero, Wesley, today was just another boring day now. Having the miracle of Christmas ruined, he slept in later than normal. Every Christmas he would get up at seven in the morning and tear open his presents. But now, today was just an ordinary day that he randomly received presents.
"It's not worth it to get out of bed" he grumbled to himself as he rolled over and pressed his pillow against his ears. His younger brother, Jamie, was downstairs making a ruckus for Arceus knows why. He wanted to yell "Shut up!" down at him, but he knew he'd get in trouble. That and it would make his brother cry. Jamie was around ten years old, but still in that sensitive kid phase where just the slightest insult would destroy his entire world for about five seconds.
Jamie went to the bottom of the stairs and cupped his little hands around his mouth. "Wesley! Get down here, quick! Santa came!"
Wesley groaned and rolled over again. "I don't care this year" he yelled back. "Santa and Christmas are dead to me" he said as he quivered his bottom lip and pouted.
"No, Wesley!" Jamie thrashed as he stomped his feet. "You've GOT to come see what Santa brought you!"
Having had it up to his ceiling with his brother's crazy yelling, he disdainfully got out of bed and waddled down the stairs. Jamie had already run back to the presents underneath the tree. When Wesley rounded the corner, he was unprepared for the bright lights of the tree and it caused him to hold an open palm up in front of his eyes. It was like his first day of being a teenager and Christmas was a new, but uninteresting thing to him.
"Just tell me what it is alre-" but the second Wesley saw an extra present for him underneath the tree, his mouth stopped, physically unable to produce more words.
Jamie held up Wesley's extra present, which was wrapped beautifully in red wrapping paper. The present's appearance alone was enough to stun him, but the fact that it was so delicately wrapped was more pertinent to him. The wrapping style and carefully measured pieces of tape that were on the present was unlike anything he or his brother had ever seen.
"There's no way Mom and Dad could have wrapped this!" Jamie exclaimed.
Wesley took the present from his and held it close to his eyes. He examined each and every inch of it. To his horror, his little brother was actually right. He knew his mother and father were neat when it came to wrapping their presents for them, but this was on a whole different scale.
But suddenly, a part of him, scared that his parents might have lied to him, began to deny it. "Maybe one of our friends dropped it off this morning" he hastily said. "Or maybe even Grandma and Grandpa just brought it over." A bead of sweat tricked down from his long, golden hair onto his white face.
"Look at the tag!" Jamie suddenly pointed. "It even says Santa brought it!"
Wesley quickly scoffed, remembering what his parents had shown him the other night. "Mom and Dad always write 'From: Santa Claus' on the tags, there's no way this is an-" something stopped him dead in his thoughts. He dare not say what he just thought out loud. One childhood magic was already ruined. He'd be damned if there would be another ruined today. But what he saw on the tag made his heart race and his mind begin to consider a possibility that he knew he shouldn't be considering.
The tag still said "From: Santa Claus" on it, but it was different this year around. The hand writing was completely different from his parents'. It was much neater and signed in red ink.
"Th- this just could be nothing" Wesley stammered to himself. His hands shook as he sat down in front of his brother and began carefully unwrapping the present. Layer after layer of wrapping paper was ripped off until it revealed a small cardboard box. Much to their wonderment, the boys looked at it with tilted heads and squinted eyes.
Jamie knocked on it with his little fist as if something living could have been in the box, but no response. "It's a box" he stated.
"Yes, I know it's a box, vegetable brain" Wesley sighed in an annoyed manner.
Jamie raised his hand slapped him in the back of the head. "Well open it!"
Suddenly, a response from the box. It shook in his hands ever so slightly. Now the two were scared of what could have been in there. Could there be a monster as punishment for his disbelief?
Wesley slowly raised his sweaty little hand and lifted the lid of the little box. What the two saw next made their hearts drop to the pits of their colons. A small, spherical device sat in the box, next to a small, red chip and a note. The spherical object was red on top, which continued down to the middle where a black line ran all the way around the object. Underneath the black line was a white with a tint of light gray.
"Hey, is that a-"
"Yeah..." Wesley interrupted as tears of joy filled his eyes. He picked up the spherical object and held it up to his face ever so carefully.
Jamie reached in and picked up the note, being nosy and read it aloud.
"Dear Wesley
All throughout your life, you never stopped believing in me. Even when most children your age forgot and moved on, you never did. You stayed firm in your
beliefs and fought those that infringed upon them every step of the way. It is that devotion, that commitment, and that strength that children like you have
that gives me the power to deliver not just toys, but joy and hope all across the world. You have always been selfless and giving towards others, not caring
whether or not they gave back in return. Your heart is golden.
So today, it's time someone gave to you. Fourteen years of believing. I had a dream once like you. My parents and friends told me I couldn't do it, but look
where I am now. I'm Santa Claus. Anything is possible, Wesley, if you just believe. This is my gift to you, Wesley Anderson. Please, accept it. Your dream of
going on an adventure, please follow it. Go forward in all of your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine.
I'll see you next year, Wesley. Merry Christmas.
-Santa Claus"
Jamie scratched his head in confusion. "Wesley, what did Mom and Dad tell you last ni-" but when he looked down at his brother, he saw him looking back up at him with tears running down his face.
"Jamie..." he said as his voice cracked and shook with glee. "Don't you see what this is? This is the start of my adventure" he sniffed. "Santa Claus is real and this is his proof! Whatever is inside of this Poké Ball proves to everyone in this world, even Mom and Dad, that Santa Claus is real!"
"Then open it!" Jamie jumped, crumpling the paper in excitement.
Wesley raised his finger and pressed the button on the front of the Poké Ball. It suddenly sprung open, releasing bursts of light that flew everywhere and illuminated the entire room. A green ball of energy shot out of the ball and onto the floor, dancing and hopping around until it took shape.
The light soon faded.
A small, chipper-looking hedgehog now stood in front of them. It had a green, wooden jacket that covered its head and ran down its back. Large, green spikes protruded from the top of its head that seemed soft.
"What is that?" Wesley asked, looking at it. The small Pokémon eyed him back and smiled.
Jamie unraveled the note in his hands and examined it. Flipping it over, he found something on the back of it. "Hey, there's a back side to this. It says that red chip is for your Pokétch."
Wesley reached back into the box and pulled out the small, red chip. He looked at it and saw a blue "W" was on what appeared to be the front side of it. He carefully slid it into his Pokétch and the screen began flashing all sorts of colors. Suddenly, it began talking all on its own.
"Hello, my name is Dexter. A Pokédex application assigned to Wesley Anderson of Rust Village in the Hamura Region. Journey began: nine-o-clock, December 25th, 2013. Total number of hours: 3 minutes. Number of badges obtained: zero. If found without owner, please return to Professor Cedar and active emergency signal number one."
"Whoa, so it's a Pokédex app for your watch" Jamie awed.
Wesley aimed it at the unidentified Pokémon. "Well, let's see if it works!"
"Chespin, the Spiky Nut Pokémon. It has a hood of made entirely out of wood on its back. A direct hit from a truck would not phase it. They are often spotted running through forests or plains eating their favorite food: chestnuts."
"So you're a Chespin?" Wesley pointed at him.
Chespin nodded happily.
"And you're..." he gulped. "Mine?"
Chespin nodded again in happiness.
Wesley immediately took the little Pokémon in his arms and hugged him tight, rocking back and forth and crying from the sheer joy.
A tall man with a horrid aftershave and shaggy blonde hair stepped into the room from the kitchen with coffee mug in hand and yawned. "What's all the ruckus abou-" the man's mug suddenly shattered against the floor, falling from his grasp.
"Dad, look!" Wesley and Jamie yelled.
"H- HONEY!" the man yelled.
A slightly shorter woman came rushing down the stairs and to his side, worried and obviously still half asleep. For were she not, she would have seen the spectacle she just passed. The man's finger slowly rose, pointed at his two sons and an unwelcome creature in their home. The sound of a thud filled the living room as the man knelt down to tend to the now unconscious woman.
The boys looked at each other and giggled at their light hearted mother. However, their father didn't find it too amusing.
"Son!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Where did that thing come from?!"
Wesley and Jamie looked at each other and giggled again.
"Oh I bet you two won't be laughing when you're both grounded for a month!" he snarled.
The two still kept laughing in the face of their angry father, not bothered by him.
"It's just that if I tell you, you wouldn't ever believe me. Besides, I'll be long gone before you can ground me" Wesley snickered with a smug grin.
Jamie folded his arms and leaned against his brother. "Yeah, go ahead and ground me all you want! I'll just wait until next year and then I'll leave too!"
Their father snatched the Pokémon from Wesley's hands and glared at it sternly. "Alright, you little thing. Show me where you came from."
Chespin pointed his little paw up at the sky and Wesley's father only grew angrier.
"You mean to tell me you came from the sky?!" he shouted.
Chespin nodded and proceeded to fire off sharp, green needles that hooked into their father's cheek and exploded on impact. The father fell over unconscious, freeing Chespin from his parental grasp and he ran back over to Wesley's arms.
The two boys sat there, astonished at the events that took place.
"Umm... Wesley?" Jamie stammered.
Wesley took Chespin in his arms, unable to look away at his father whom was just attacked. "Y- Yeah?"
"I don't know much about Pokémon, but wasn't that a Pin Missile attack?"
Wesley gulped and nodded his head. "You know, I think it might be time that I start my adventure a little early... Like right now."
Jamie patted his brother on the back. "Yeah, that'd be a good idea... And quickly, before he or Mom wakes up. Do you think they're hurt?"
"Nah," Wesley giggled. "I've seen trainers take Poison Jabs and Thunderbolts head on and come out of it without so much as a scratch. You'd be surprised at how resilient people can be."
Their mother began groaned and moving around a little bit, showing signs she might awaken soon. Wesley's heart began racing as he shot upstairs and changed clothes. He quickly brushed his long, golden hair and rubbed all of the crust out of his baby blue eyes. He grabbed his favorite pair of blue skinny jeans and put on a gray, long sleeved t-shirt with a navy blue short sleeved shirt on top along with his favorite gray and blue striped hoodie.
Jamie peeked his little head into Wesley's room. "Hey, are you all ready to go? Mom and Dad are starting to wake up and realize what just happened."
Wesley picked up his black adventure bag and put it around his shoulders. He knelt down to tie his black Converse tennis shoes and stood back up, straightening his clothes out and shaking his head. "Yep, I'm all ready to go. I'll call every now and then. You've still got your Pokétch, right?"
Jamie nodded and raised his arm, showing him the blue Pokétch identical to his. "Yep, sure do."
"Alright, I'll Skype you some time." He walked over to his brother and put an arm on his shoulder. "I'll miss you, Jamie. Take care of Mom and Dad for me, alright? And Merry Christmas!"
Jamie wrapped his small arms around his brother and gave him the biggest hug a ten year old could give to someone. "Merry Christmas to you too, Wes. I'll come on an adventure too! Just you wait!"
Wesley charged down the stairs and grabbed Chespin as he ran out the front door into the cold, snowy world. "Can't wait! I'll see ya!"
Jamie waved to his big brother as he ran down the snowy streets into the big, adventurous world that awaited him. As Wesley ran down the streets, he could hear a faint scream of his father calling his name, but that didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered to him right now was that he could finally start the journey he's been waiting fourteen years to go on.
Wesley looked down at his brand new Pokémon in his arms and asked him the question he's been dying to ask ever since he laid eyes on him. "You ready, Chespin?"
Chespin climbed up on his shoulder and pointed down the road as they ran, as if to say "Onwards!"
Wesley got the hint and a spark ignited in his eyes as he started running even faster down the street. "All right then, let's do it, buddy! Let's move along!"