Our tale begins in the middle forest northwest of Pallett Town. The Pidgey are singing, the Weedle and Caterpie are crawling about, but something is amiss. Oh, that's right, an inter-universal vortex is opening in the middle of this forest, unleashing some kind of creature upon the world. Is it Palkia? No, the vortex is inter-universial, not spatial. Could it be Cthulhu? As far as we know, that thing doesn't travel through universes. Maybe it's-
"It's me, alright?" a young man shouts as he comes out of the vortex as it dissapates. "It's only me. No godlike creature, no demon. Just the Guardian of the Light."
Ok...well, that's anticlimactic.
"Shut up already, will you, Narrator Man?"
Geez...you don't have to be so rude about it. And how can you talk to me, anyway?
"Well, either it's my training, or it might be the fact that the author is going for one of those 'fourth wall crahser' things."
Oh. Well, anyways, the lad was wearing jeans and a black shirt with his emblem on the front, which he calls the Delta Triangle.
"You forgot about the shoes. And my blade. The blade is the most important part of the ensemble, by the way."
Ah, yes...the sword. It has a straight-edged blade and is reported to be hand-forged by Zion himself. Of course nobody has ever seen him make any kind of equipment, so that claim seems to be dubious at best.
"Dubious? This thing holds a lot a lot of sentimental value! Even if I didn't hand-forge the blade myself, if it was given to me from an old friend, I'd still keep it forever!"
Alright, enough talking with the narrator. Like we have enough problems with the Fourth Wall already. Anywho-
"Let me handle the intro, and I'll stop talking to you for five chapters."
Five chapters, huh? Alright. You can handle the intro.
"Thanks. So begins the journey into a new universe. I, Zion Crayson, shall conquer any challenge, beat any foe, and befriend any ally that comes into my path!"
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...That's it?
"Yeah. That's my intro."
That...was...STUPID! I couldn't have thought of a cornier intro even if I had thought of one myself!
"Really? Then let's see YOU come up with a good intro!"
Fine! A new chapter in the Guardian of the Light's legacy begins today. One that deals with pain, joy, sorrow, and possibly a battle against the god of the universe itself.
"Wow...that wasn't half bad, if I do say so myself."
Thanks. Now keep your promise while I introduce the title of this here story.
The Adventures of Zion Crayson: The Pokémon Journey
Chapter 1: The Adventure Begins
"What? 'The Pokémon Journey'? Is that all you can come up with for a title? And the chapter name. That's no better!"
I said shut up! And don't talk to me for five chapters!
Sorry about that, folks. Now, we turn our gaze to a small town. It seems to only have four buildings. Two house our other main characters, one houses their rival, and the last one is a big laboratory. Let us start with our first main character house. He is usually silent, but for the purposes of this story, he shall talk, but not that much. In his bedroom, an alarm clock in the shape of a Gengar starts going off. The boy grumbles as he shuts it off, only to jump out of his bed after realizing what today is.
"I almost forgot! Today's the day I get a Pokémon from Professor Oak and start my journey!" The boy said with excitement. He's currently wearing a black shirt and jeans. Unlike Zion's shirt, this one doesn't have anything on it.
"Well, I'd better get dressed. Need to look presentable when facing the Professor!" And with that, he got on his shoes and his wristbands, zipped up his jacket, grabbed his cap and bag, and walked off to the lab.
Meanwhile, in the other house, a young lady was getting ready for her adventure as well. She had on a blue shirt with black trim and a red skirt. She also had a couple wristbands and long, blue socks.
"And so begins my Pokémon adventure!" the girl said while grabbing her hat and bag, ready to go to off to the lab when she bumped into the lad we had described earlier.
"Sorry about that! I was getting to Professor Oak's laboratory to get my first Pokémon." She seemed genuinely apologetic about bumping into him, thinking it was mostly her fault for not looking.
"It's alright. I was going there, too, and I wasn't looking, either."
The two get up and start walking together.
"I can't believe we're starting our journey at the same time, Red! I say we go on our journey together!"
"That's actually not a bad idea, Leaf. I don't think anyone has tried that before." Red blushed a bit as he opened the door to the lab and they went in together, seeing a familiar face at by the table. He was wearing a black shrit along with the other two guys, but he had purple cargo pants and purple wristbands to go differentiate his style from the others. Not to mention the fact that his hair is ORANGE.
"What are you two losers doing here?" he said with frustration in his voice. "Grandpa's not here yet, so you're better off waiting somewhere else!"
"And where IS the Professor?" Red asked.
"Heck if I know. He said he would be doing some research for a couple hours and that's it."
"Come on, Red. We'll wait outside the lab until he gets back."
Red nodded and went outside.
"Besides, we have better things to do than wait with someone who looks like he has a carrot for a head." And with a smirk, Leaf closed the door to the lab behinde her.
"Tch. Losers. My hair is supposed to be a lighter shade of brown. The artists just messed up during the remakes."
Back in the forest, with our so-called guardian...
You know, technically, looking at the camera like that is interacting with the Fourth Wall.
Thank you.
Now, as I was saying, Zion was walking through the forest, when he saw a group of Scyther in the distance.
"Huh...what a strange group of mantis-like creatures..." the Guardian pondered aloud. Unfortunately, one of the Scyther heard him say that, and the entire group attempted to attack him.
"Uhh...I'm not looking for any conflict, here. I'm just wandering around." Zion said, trying to weasel...I mean, avoid a battle.
Just then one of the Scyther stopped the rest of the herd and approached Zion.
"You must be the leader of this group of mantis creatures," Zion noted, and as the Scyther talked, he couldn't understand a thing. "Wait, wait...all I'm hearing is 'Scyther, Scyther.' I think I've got something to fix that, though." And with that, he looked in his side pouches for a special item. After about a minute, he took out what looked like some sort of decive fitted for the eye. He put it on his left eye and turned it on. "Okay. Now, repeat what you said."
"As I've said, yes, I'm the leader of this clan, and I can see you're an accomplished fighter." the scouter, as it's apparently called, translated the Scyther's dialect perfectly.
"Well, I have travelled far and learned many things. What does that have to do with me, though?"
"Our clan has a strict policy against any outsiders entering our territory. You seem to be new here, so I'll set a proposition for you."
Zion tilted his head in response. "What kind of proposition?"
"It's simple really: if you can best me in combat, we shall make a rare exception for you when it come to our policy. If you lose, however..."
"You don't need to say another word, as I won't lose. The Guardian of the Light NEVER loses!" Zion sounded confident as he drew out his sword.