Pokémon Delta Edition

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I do not own the rights to Pokemon and do not claim ownership over Pokemon. The narrative I tell here is of my own design and is for entertainment and self-learning purposes. I am grateful for the opportunity to use this medium as a learning experience to improve my own writing. I am not monetarily profiting from this, only enriching my imagination.

Update: I adjusted some of the paragraphs and fixed a few errors


The following events occurred from June 12 to June 20th, 2010

Chapter 0: A Tale from the Past

Guardia was a relatively unruly Pokémon region compared to the others. For a time, there was a clash between ideals similar to that of Unova's conflict, which held Guardia back technologically and ideologically.

When the concept of a Pokémon Trainer was introduced, it became an expectation for youths between the ages of 13-16 to venture out into the wilderness and test their mettle. Other regions have become more lenient about people becoming any type of Pokémon Trainer, but Guardia has a very divisive piece of legislation that enforces youths to at least get 4 badges before being able to bow out of that line of work. It was called the Trainer Enlistment Act, here is an excerpt from this law. "In the event of a foreign hostile incursion, to preemptively maintain optimum forces for those requisites, we qualify and encourage the automatic enlisting of youths to participate in a tradition to uphold our values." Essentially, whether we liked it or not everyone had to become a Pokémon Trainer because of that bullshit law. Of course, like all laws there were some stipulations allowing exemption from becoming a Pokémon Trainer. For instance, coming from wealthy circumstances or, working under the supervision of a government official, just to name a few. That's what I did anyway to get out of that line of work.

So when it came to me, I did my best to get around the system. My name is Jonathon D. Juniper and about a year ago, I graduated from the Marksverd Academy from Vanide City. Two days after my graduation I received a letter on June 14. I had applied to Professor Manchineel to become an aid a month prior for some career assistant application that was required by the school at the Career Help Center. I'd completely forgotten about it and I assumed that it was negligent. I suppose my application form was processed and the half-assed paper I wrote was sufficient enough to get by.

When I told my mother and father about the news, they were less than thrilled. They wanted me to avoid anything that had to do with Pokémon and get a job like a white-collar worker. I'm not opposed to sitting at a desk for a superfluous amount of time however, I did want to see the world at one point of my life.

But the life of a Pokémon Trainer wasn't sustainable, it was dependent on being consistently successful isn't it? I mean most things are, but that's a lot of pressure to bear. From some of the reports from the Guardia Pokémon Centers, they found that an estimated 40% of Trainer related cases were from substance abuse. The other 60% came from malicious Pokémon battles or something of that nature which is to be expected.

I'm not sure how trustworthy some of this information was but I did some research on how to prepare for a journey and came across this information. By cross-examination with other articles, the stats seemed to be gravely consistent. That's why despite my parents' wishes I decided to become an aid for the Professor. I wouldn't have to travel much or involve myself too closely to that lifestyle.

After I got the letter, I got to speak to Professor Manchineel over the PC about what the job entails, what I would be doing, and what his expectations were. I would be temporarily moving into a fairly large cabin with two others in Indreso Village. We would be doing research on Pokémon Evolution which sounded similar to Professor Rowan's work in Sinnoh and Kanto but apparently, he interned under Professor Elm and eventually got into that line of work.

Now three others and I would be interning under Professor Manchineel. Speaking of which, the other two people interning was a boy named Kalvin and a girl named Rue. The Professor said that Kalvin was a Psychic but lacked training. In other regions, Psychics were uncommon, but in Guardia that was almost unheard of. I think there was an Elite 4 member in Guardia that was fluid with their abilities. Apparently, his brain waves had a very high frequency and some contemporaries have even said that he could catch falling boulders with a glance. I wonder if Kalvin could do that?

Rue was also in a similar case with mystical powers, but the Professor said that I should tread lightly around her. Rue's abilities were sensitive and periodically went haywire. Did I say that I had to share a cabin with these two fine folks?

After I got that thrilling piece of news, I thought that maybe I should discuss my new living situation and occupation with my parents. Of course, I assumed that they might protest a bit, just because they were concerned for my wellbeing. Perhaps my mother or father would've suggested to me that I could come home at any point if I felt that it wasn't working, and I could always find something else to do. I didn't have the greatest relationship with my parents but they were decent people just trying to get by. Surely they would respect my decision to aspire for something else, out of their line of sight. That was my expectations and then I would be off in good spirits. I couldn't for the life of me predict the scathing remarks my mother and father would say before I left home for good.

It was a few days before my planned departure. My parents had gotten off work a little early at 7 PM and were sitting at the dinner table. I had rehearsed a few lines and was finally ready to confront them with the information. My mother and father were leisurely chatting, probably about how each other's day were. I stood by the doorframe to the kitchen, trying to grab their attention without saying a word.

My Mother saw this and gestured with a nod to my father to where I was standing. My mother spoke up first, "Jon, did you need something?" Stating it as if I was guilty of a crime. "Spit it out!" accusingly said my Father.

"Dad, Mom" I addressed them carefully. "You know that letter I got from the Professor?" "Yes Jon, the one we told you that you couldn't go?", my mother interjecting. "Well, I…", trying to speak with a firm tone but begin stammering out my words, "got accepted and I'm leaving in a few days… I just wanted to talk about what I would be doing there and…".

"Jon, you're not going, we agreed on that", sternly stated my mother.

Without thinking I raised my voice and said, "I already accepted it and that's my choice Mom."

"Don't speak to your mother in that tone… Jonathon.", saying my full name as if it was a displeasure to do so. My father continued "And that's final, no more discussion."

"Dad, you can't make choices about my life and disregard my opinion.", I said in a burst of welling indignation.

"Jonathon, I'm always saying that if you listen to what I say you'll get by fine in life.", exclaimed my father. He then began clawing his face and breathing very heavily. After gritting his teeth and breathing through them several times, he slammed his fist on the table, catching my attention. "And you know… what you did…", he said slowly as he dragged his knuckles on the table. The room was still as he began to breath heavily through gritted teeth. "You went against our orders and decided to gather both of us to boast about wasting your life being some Professor's bitch!" he took a quick breath and continued. "Didn't I tell you to do better in school and to not waste our time? Did we raise you to be fuck up?" in a very vexed tone.

My mother backing him up shouting, "So, you wanted to throw all our hard work away and become some penniless destitute living on the streets!?"

"That's not what I'm…", I attempted to produce coherent sentences but struggle to find the right thing to say.

Looking to get any leverage, I make a sudden jab at my mother and father's life choices, "I want to see the world before you force to sit at some lousy desk and make me spend the rest of my life on it!". I begin to gasp for air exhaustedly.

"Jonathon Delwell Juniper!", bellowed my father. He proceeded to grab my collar, staring coldly into my eyes. "Go to your room … I can't stand your face right now… I need to cool off …", my father said with an exasperated voice. After a few minutes of erratic breathing he receded back into his chair, letting go of my collar. He leaves his unfinished sentence lingering with tension as if completing it would make him lash out in unimaginable ways. As I walked back to my room into the dark hallway the light illuminating in the kitchen began to get dimmer. Approaching my door, I turned to look at the kitchen seeing my parents bury their faces into their hands. I walked in my room gently closing the door behind me.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my backpack off of the ground in the corner of my room and my satchel hanging on the wall. Setting my backpack on my bed, I rifle through my backpack grabbing a neatly folded thick coat. The air was a little bit nippy maybe around 40 Fahrenheit or so. Putting the coat on I realized that I couldn't go through the front door. I also wasn't sure if the ferry was still here at this hour, but I didn't really care.

I rummaged through my satchel to examining the letter from Professor Manchineel for a few minutes to reassure myself. Stuffing that into the coat's inner pocket along with some cash for the ferry.

I tentatively reach for the window in my room opening it slowly to get a blast of frigid air that reinforces my consciousness. I leapt off the window sill dropping about 5 feet. Quietly closing my window, I heard a small successful click.

I covertly dashed to the sidewalk in front of my house and started walking to the Vanide Docks, which was about 20 miles to the south. If I was fortunate, my preemptive escapade would have me at Indreso Port within 2 hours. Unless the ferry was already on its last trip for the day all the way to Avacious Harbor.

I looked back at our small house with our porch light flickering and saw the lights inside being turned off from the kitchen to the living room. I saw my father about to close the curtains and I turned myself away from him to avert his line of sight. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stand there for a moment as if he were trying to discern something and then closed the curtains.

I took one last glance at our small home and saw the lamp post buzz to life all around our block. I wasn't about to stick around to see the bug Pokémon swarm the light, with that incentive I trudged off into night attempting to catch the ferry.


Hello there reader! Yes you, with the features of a graceful sculpture. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my story, this is the first piece of writing I've set free to the whims of the internet. So it means a lot to me, that also means that I'm an amateur to the world of writing. So I'm looking for flak. All feedback and criticism is welcome! And I mean everything, give me your worse! Have a wonderful day! (Additionally, I'm not sure how consistent I'll be when it comes to posting these stories but I'm aspiring for every week and a half until college starts again and puts me through ringer! Alright, Later!)