Leagues of the Seven Kingdoms
Summary:In this story, the houses of Westeros are gyms. Houses Targaryan and Greyjoy are disgraced gyms that no one goes to anymore; no longer supported by the League. Jon, who is unwanted by the wife of his Gym Leader father, decides to leave on a journey with his Shiny Eevee. Along the way, he meets a shy, intelligent, self-proclaimed coward and a fiery girl from a disgraced family. Together, these outcasts take the world by storm.
Jon and Robb watched as the double doors opened. An older girl with short black hair walked out of the doors, despondent. The girl was wearing a blue, bulky jacket over a pink skirt that almost covered her equally pink sneakers. An older man they recognized as their father walked out after her. The man, Eddard "Ned" Stark, the leader of the Winterfell Gym, walked over to the girl and held his hand out. "It was a good battle," he stated. "You and you're Pokémon did well."
The girl smiled sadly. "Not well enough apparently."
"You can always come back and challenge me," Ned stated.
The girl nodded. "I'll be sure to do that. Hopefully the next time I challenge you, I'll walk out with a badge this time." She left Winterfell and walked out of the door. It seemed that dad won again, Jon thought.
An older boy of sixteen years also came out of the doors, smirking. He was wearing a black hoodie with yellow sleeves. He wore dark brown cargo pants, black socks and black converse high tops. In his hands were two flags- one green and one red in his hands. The boy, Theon Greyjoy walked towards the two waiting boys, as smug as a cat that got the cream. "Your father beat another challenger."
That had already been obvious to Jon. His father, Ned Stark has been the Gym leader of the Winterfell Gym since Robert Baratheon became the new Champion and disposed of the previous Champion, Rhaegar Targaryan, and the Targaryan family from King's Landing. Since that moment, Ned Stark has been very difficult to beat.
"She was nothing special," Theon started in that bragging voice of his. "She never stood a chance."
"That's enough," a gruff voice said. Ned Stark walked over to the boys. "That girl and her Pokémon tried their best to win a badge. I may have won today, but I could have also lost. I might lose when she comes back to challenge me. I don't ever want to hear you insult any challenger who battled honorably, do you understand me?"
The boys nodded with a "yes sir." Ned walked towards the dining room. "Now let us go and eat lunch. After that, we can take a ride out into the Town. Or perhaps out to the woods."
Jon didn't need to be told twice. The town surrounding the Winterfell Gym, Winter Town was a small town, but there were usually a lot of interesting merchants that came to sell things from different towns and even different lands; Jon remembered on time, he had being sold a bunch of evolutionary stones that he had bought from a man in Pentos. Some of the stones, he had one each given to his younger siblings: Arya, Bran and Rickon.
Theon had thought he had been stupid; why spend all those money on those stones when Jon have any Pokémon of his own he asked. Jon didn't care; he knew that Theon had just been jealous because he didn't have the money to buy anything as cool nor did Jon give him any.
They had made it to the dining hall. Sitting at the table, there were already five people sitting around it. One was an older pleasantly looking, red haired woman and the rest of the Stark children. Once you looked at them, you could see the resemblance these children had that this woman, Catelyn Tully Stark and Ned Stark.
The oldest girl had red hair going past her shoulders. She was wearing a blue dress with long sleeves. The dress had white fur coming out of the neck of the dress, the bottom of the skirt and the end of the sleeves. She had bright blue eyes that looked very much like her mothers. This girl was what one would describe as an attractive child; one could see that she would grow into an attractive young woman. Her name was Sansa Stark and she was 11 years old.
The second child looked completely different from the first girl. She had dark brown hair that was tied up in a braid, grey eyes. Where Sansa's face was heart shaped, this girl's face was longer. She wore a gray dress and black sneakers with grey outlines. Jon knew if that she had it her way, 9 years old Arya Stark would wear her usual dark brown pants and her blue shirt with white sleeves, but her mother would not have it. Catelyn Tully did everything in her power to make Arya more "ladylike". Jon knew it was a complete waste of time; Arya had a good amount of what their father called wolf blood. All of the Stark children had wolf's blood, but Arya had more than most of her siblings. Jon loved her for it and wouldn't have her any other way.
The next child was 7 year-old Bran Stark. He had shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a long sleeve white shirt, with a brown leather vest, dark pants and boots. He was an intelligent and inquisitive child who could hardly be limited to the ground. If he hadn't been sitting here, he would have expected Bran to climb some of the trees in the Godswood or even Winterfell itself.
Last but not least was the littlest Stark of all, Rickon who was 3 years old. He had curly brown hair. He wore a tiny outfit with a green shirt, blue pants and brown snow boots. He sat next to his mother, throwing his bacon and Bran.
"Stop Rickon," Bran said annoyed. Rickon laughed.
Ned took his seat at the other head of the table, across from his wife. Jon sat with Arya on his left and Bran at his right; far enough from Catelyn Stark, nee. Tully, whose blue eyes haven't stopped glaring at him since he sat down; Jon would taken the seat next to his father, but he knew that it would have raised her ire against him. Besides, Rob had already taken that seat, with Theon sitting next to him.
"How did your Gym battle go Dad?" Arya asked excitingly. All of the younger children (except perhaps Sansa) watched their father with excitement, awaiting his response.
"The trainer I had faced used four Pokémon against me," Ned began. "She used mostly fire- types; a Vulpix, a Rapidash and a Flareon. Her Vulpix lost to Cyrogonal, but her Rapidash did defeat Cyrogonal. Soon after that, I defeated her Rapidash with my Lapras. When she released, she released an Ampharos; I suppose that she thought that if to defeat Lapras with a type advantage. While her Ampharos knew powerful electric attacks such as Thunder Punch and Thunder, it wasn't enough to defeat my Lapras. Lapras and I managed to defeat her third Pokémon. Then she sent her final Pokémon, Flareon. Lapras defeated it very easily."
"The whole battle didn't really last all that long," Theon drawled. "The longest part was around the beginning, between Vulpix, Cyrogonal and Rapidash. But that Rapidash fainted, everything went downhill for the challenger."
"She must have thought that she could win only using type advantage," Robb said thoughtfully.
"But shouldn't that have worked?" Bran said.
Ned shook his head. "While type advantage can help win a battle, that isn't all there is to it. There are other factors that she should have considered. Honestly knowing your opponent is the best way to win a gym battle."
"Doesn't that mean that she will have a better chance at beating you?" Jon asked. "Since she's already battled you, she has a better idea of what Pokémon you use and their moves now."
Ned Stark smiled with pride at Jon's thoughtfulness. "That's right Jon," Ned smiled. "And I do hope that she wins next time."
Jon was curious. "Why?"
Ned's wife, Catelyn Tully Stark frowned severely. "Must you always ask questions?" she growled.
Jon's shoulder tensed. His father's wife, Catelyn Tully Stark, was the mother of all of his siblings, not his mother. Ever since Ned Stark came home with him, a baby who he had slept with one night, she has always hated him and never let him forget that she was not his mother. She was always so harsh to him and always treated him like he was garbage; all she saw when she looked at Jon was a living reminder that his father had loved someone else and a threat her oldest son, Robb's position as heir of the Winterfell gym..
Arya glared at her mother. "You don't need to be mean to Jon!"
"Arya!" Ned exclaimed. "Enough."
"But she was being mean to Jon," Arya stated defiantly.
"It's fine Arya," Jon said quickly. "We're about to go out into Town, so finish that plate so we can go."
Catelyn glared coolly. "What is the meaning of this?"
Ned finished chewing his eggs. "I plan on taking the children out to town."
"The girls and Rickon won't be able to go," Catelyn quickly answered. "The girls need to practice their sewing and Rickon is much to young to appreciate a day trip."
Sansa took her mother's decision in stride. Rickon didn't seem to understand nor care what the grown ups were talking about. Arya had a much different reaction to what her mother stated.
"But I want to go!" Arya exclaimed loudly.
"Arya!" Catelyn snapped.
Arya turned towards her father. "I want to go!"
Ned looked towards his youngest daughter and then his wife of almost twenty years. "If your mother says you have to stay, then I will not argue with her."
"But it's not fair."
I should have kept my mouth shut, Jon thought. He was sure that Mrs. Stark was only keeping the girls from going because of him. She would have kept Robb, Bran and Rickon from going if she could give an adequate reason. Jon felt guilt. The oldest daughter, Sansa smiled serenely. "It's fine dad. I like sewing; and Arcerus knows that Arya could certainly practice her sewing more often."
Arya blushed in embarrassment. Arya's sewing was atrocious, and it was the nicest way to put it. She couldn't sew anything to save her life, not that she even wanted to. "I don't even want to sew!"
"Arya enough!" Carelyn screeched.
Arya got up from the table and ran away from the family. It wasn't fair! Arya felt the tears that were threatening to fall.
Both Ned and Catelyn got ready to get up from the table, but Jon stopped them. "Let me go after her."
Mrs. Stark huffed, "Absolutely not-."
"Please," Jon said; he only looked at his father.
Ned nodded his consent. Jon got up and ran after her. It didn't take him very long to find Arya; once he got out of the dining room, he went up the stairs and went into his own bedroom and just as he suspected, Arya was crying on top of his bed. Unfortunately, Arya and her mother tended to have arguments all the time. When she wanted to get away from her mother or from the nanny that was in charge of her sewing lessons, Mordane, one of the places that she would run to Jon's room; they shared a very close relationship. Jon knew that he really should have favorites among his siblings, but if he could, he would say that Arya was his closest sibling, even before Robb. Jon walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, waiting quietly as Arya slowed her sobbing. "Arya…"
"It's not fair," Arya said wiping her face. "She was being mean to you and now she won't let me go out to town with you. Why can't she just see that you're my brother? That it doesn't matter who your mother is?"
Jon stayed silent. His unknown mother, whose name his father kept to this day, was not the issue right now. His only concern is to comfort Arya. "Please don't fight with your mother Arya."
"But it's not fair," she said, petulantly.
"No it isn't." Jon turned Arya around so that she was facing him. "The whole thing isn't fair, I wish that you would come with us. It won't be as fun without you; but you still shouldn't fight with your mother. She's the only one you're going to get. Please? I promise to bring you something really nice."
Arya stayed silent for a few moments, then he smiled. "You promise? Something really cool?"
Jon nodded. "Scout's honor."
Arya smiled and the two siblings shared a hug together. "I'm gonna go annoy Sansa and Mordane now."
Jon smirked. "Give them hell."
Arya nodded. Jon was really the only one who understood her. She ran out of the room and out of sight. Jon smiled after her. She'd be all right.
Robb appeared at the door. "Hurry up knucklehead, or you'll get left behind." The older boy ran away quickly after. Jon, not wanting to be left behind, ran after his brother. Once Jon and Robb and met their father, Bran and Theon, mounted the Mamoswine that the Stark family breaded for riding.
Ned led the four boys towards the town. What Winter Town did not have in size, it made up with shopping; the town was close to a port called White Harbor, which allowed for many sellers to come with their wares and sell so many different things. Merchants from south of the neck to from as far as Essos sometimes came to Winter Town to sell their wares. Anything from jewelry, clothing and to Pokémon items. One time when Jon was here, someone from Essos came and sold Jon a box with all of the evolutionary stones that have been discovered up to date; Robb and even Theon had been impressed that he had managed to find something like that to buy. He had given a Moon stone to Sansa, Water stone to Arya, a Fire stone to Bran and even a Thunder stone to little Rickon because they had been fascinated by them. Jon would have given one to Robb, but his brother had not wanted one. Jon didn't even offer Theon one; they never liked each other and Jon had not wanted to give anything to him. Jon had hoped that he would find something as cool during the market.
In front of the market, everyone had gotten off the Mamoswine that they had been riding. Ned turned towards the boys. "Alright, you older boys are allowed to go to these shops be yourself. Bran, you will stay with me. We will meet back in the square, in an hour. After that, we can travel into the woods just outside of town."
All of the boys nodded in understanding and the group had separated. Now to find something for Arya…
ONE HOUR LATER…
Jon made it back to the agreed meeting spot in defeat. No matter how many shops or stalls that Jon had visited, he couldn't seem to find something that he thought Arya would be fond of. He did manage to find some sort of pendant for Sansa; he and Sansa may not have been close, but that was really because she is ashamed of the fact that Jon's the living proof of the time their father had cheated on her mother. She was still his sister.
Now Jon was still without a present for Arya. They were now riding the Mamoswine into the Godswood forest; everything was covered in snow. There weren't any wild Pokémon running around.
"It's too quiet," Ned stated.
Jon silently agreed. Usually there were at least wild Sneasel running around, but there was nothing.
"What's that?" Bran said, pointing at the ground a few feet away. Jon could make out some sort of lump that was partially hidden under the snow.
"Stay here." Ned Stark got off of his Mamoswine and slowly walked over to the lump. He knelt down and swept the snow away with his hand. Once it was revealed, Robb quickly took control of the situation. "Close your eyes Bran," he said in his oldest brother voice. Jon assumed Bran obeyed, but he wouldn't know; he couldn't turn away from the site.
Under the snow, was a Glaceon curled up on the ground. Jon could only see it's back, but Jon could tell- both from his father's expression and the dried blood surrounding it- that it was dead. There was too much blood.
Ned released one of his pokemon, Weavile. "Vile."
"My friend," his father said roughly. "Please help me bury this poor creature."
Weavile took the time to study the dead creature that was lying dead on the ground. Weavile could tell that this female Glaceon had been a beautiful creature and now it lay dead. Weavile nodded and began to dig into the ground with his claws.
"Vee…."
Jon turned towards the sound. "Does anyone hear that?"
Theon turned towards his with his smirk. "Going crazy now bastard?"
Jon frowned severely. "There is something out here," he said firmly, loud enough for even his father to hear. "Everyone just listen."
Everyone became more alert.
"Vee..."
Without thinking, Jon slid off the Mamoswine and ran towards the sound. He heard his father calling his name, but he needed to get to that sound. Jon noticed small lumps a little ways from the Glaceon. Jon wiped the snow away to reveal a small tuff of white fur. "Over here." Robb, Theon, Ned and his Weavile ran towards him. By that point, Jon had uncovered one other lump, this one had brown fur. "They're Eevee!" Jon yelled excitedly. Bran came off his Mamoswine to take a look.
"Eevee," the younger boy said excitedly. Robb and Theon help to uncover the rest. In total there were six small Eevee in total. Bran smiled. "Can we keep them dad? Please?"
Ned looked at the bundles warily. "They need to be taken to the Pokémon Center before we decide anything," Ned stated.
That wasn't an outright 'no'. With some convincing, he might go along with Bran's request. Jon smiled, as he looked down at the normal brown Eevee and pure white Eevee that he held in his arms. "I think I just found Arya's present…" he whispered to himself.