Prologue
He could hear the roar of the crowds; the cries of men, women…..children. All of them were screaming his name. His vision was impaired; a man had covered his head with a cloth bag. His breathing had slowed and calmed, there was no need to panic. He had accepted his fate days ago.
He could feel the man pushing him up the steps and suddenly things became brighter. His steps were heavy, weak. "Boo!" The screams of the crowd pierced his eardrums; their cabbage bruised his skin. He could feel the wood creaking under his feet. The hand of the man behind him forced him down onto his knees. He was made to lean forward; he felt the wood close around his neck, isolating his head.
There was no denying what was about to happen. His heart pounded out of his chest, the sweat dripped down his face. He knew it was coming. He had hoped that it wouldn't end this way. He wanted to see his son grow up and watch him follow in his footsteps. Alas, he thought, it isn't going to happen. He could hear the roar of the crowds; the cries of men, women…..children. All were screaming his name.
Down came the blade.
The young boy jumped around the fields jubilantly, brandishing a wooden sword in his hand. The wild Rattata fled in terror of the lad's triumphant parading around the yard. He swung his blade back and forth, imitating the movements of the knights. Mid-thrust, his foot slid on a pebble and he toppled down to the ground. A small dog like creature bounded up to the boy and began to lick his face.
"Eevee!" He cried, trading his blade for the small brown Pokémon. He got up and held the Pokémon to his chest. It's brown fur rubbed against his tunic as the Pokémon curled up to get comfortable. Smiling, the boy sat down on the ground and began to pet his Pokémon.
A sharp cry arose from the ; a large brown rat creature came barreling out. With another cry the Pokémon launched it's assault on the boy. In terror, the boy cowered in fear, protecting the Eevee. The Raticate pounced on it's victim, it's fangs eager to draw blood.
"Psychic!" A woman ordered and with a sudden blast, the Raticate was tossed back into the brush. Unwilling to give up a meal, it came out once again, this time it's sights set on the Purple cat like creature. "Psybeam." The woman said calmly. Obeying the order, the cat Pokémon released a rainbow beam from the jewel embedded in it's forehead. The beam crashed head on with the wild Raticate, fainting the Pokémon. The woman walked forward and petted her Espeon. The young boy shot up and ran towards her, Eevee in his arms, tears rolling down his face.
"Mother!" He continued to cry. The wind blew all around; the tall grass shifted back and forth, the trees danced to the beat of the flowing wind. Mother and child began to walk back to their home when a young soldier approached the two. He handed the woman a letter, bowed his head and walked off. The woman collapsed to her knees, hands to her face. She heard they lost the battle of Fireze, but she prayed that this wouldn't happen. She prayed that her husband would come home. Tears ran down her face.
He wouldn't.
Author's note:
I haven't done any real creative writing in about two years. This is my attempt to get back into what I know and love. If you wish to be a part of this story, please feel free to message me.
1.) Pokemon won't necessarily follow the 4 moves tradition of video games. Neither will they learn moves at certain levels. They will progress naturally and acquire new abilities as the story progresses.
2.) Art will be posted of the main characters as soon as possible. I will also try to get at least two chapters out a week, depending on my schedule.
3.) Please enjoy it and feel free to leave constructive comments.