Chapter 1
The cream smudged blue sky of the morning swept itself steadily over the treetops of Fortree Town, the dew hanging from the leaves, glistening radiantly, while basking in the soothing warm glow of the sun. The wooden homes, built clasping to the trunks forming the forest, fidgeted as their inhabitants began to wake from their relaxing slumber, waking with the gentle chirping of the bug pokémon around them emanating in the background. The lights in the peaceful poke center flickered off as the automatic doors glided apart, inviting a nurse with several small pokémon out to play on the damp grass, lazing next to the dust laden dirt road leading in and out of town.
Taillow's circled and fluttered high in the sky above the peaceful tree-top community, and a collection Beautifly and Dustox began to wander around the complex weave of tree bases and flower patches, intertwining with each other, leading beyond normal vision into the densest parts of the forest.
A boy, no older than 16 years of age, sat lazily on a thick branch, protruding from the top of one of the many trees in the area, with one leg dangling over the side, and a very young Cyndaquil curled up in his lap, carefully being cradled as it awoke. The boy looked down as the Cyndaquil yawned and licked its paws, watching as it began to rub its tiny face, wiping away the tears that had formed while it slept.
More time crept by as the rest of the region began to awaken, while the morning became solid day and the sky completed its transformation to a serene blue. Everything remained quiet, as it had done, until a commotion started at the base of Fortree. The boy peered down through the branches, his Cyndaquil mimicking him, watching silently as figure in a black suit began battle with the pokémon from the pokémon center.
The man stood strong, as he threw his typical red and white pokéball about halfway between him and the other pokémon. From the flash of light it released as it hit the floor, a Graveler took shape, and promptly dug its fingers into the supple earth at its feet. The opposition was formed with a small Lotad, a Pikachu and an Oddish, which took the lead; all still recovering from the injuries that had put them into the pokémon center in the first place. The Oddish stood a few feet in front of its partners, and feebly called out its name, before unleashing its poisonous spores in the direction of the Graveler.
The mystery mans pokémon heaved out a large rock of highly compressed dirt with little struggle. It held it victoriously above its head before hurling it towards its opponents. The boulder knocked out the 3 in one single blow, it rolling a short way before collapsing into dust, as the man released an Ivysaur from his second pokéball. It growled menacingly before whipping out its many vines from the base of the large plant growing on its back. The first 3 bound the unconscious pokémon, and drew them in, leaving them close enough for the man to trap them in his spare pokéballs. The last two vines swept up around the trees, whisking themselves up towards the tops, where they encountered the boy and his Cyndaquil.
The first vine thrust itself towards the pair first, met by the boy's hand, clasping it as the Cyndaquil's fiery spikes burst into life, torching it mercilessly. The second, however, fared much better, slapping the boy aside and nudging the Cyndaquil off of the branch, entangling it before it hit the ground. In the same fashion as with the other pokémon, the man claimed the Cyndaquil as his own, before returning his original two, and casually walking back down the path he had entered from...
The cream smudged blue sky of the morning swept itself steadily over the treetops of Fortree Town, the dew hanging from the leaves, glistening radiantly, while basking in the soothing warm glow of the sun. The wooden homes, built clasping to the trunks forming the forest, fidgeted as their inhabitants began to wake from their relaxing slumber, waking with the gentle chirping of the bug pokémon around them emanating in the background. The lights in the peaceful poke center flickered off as the automatic doors glided apart, inviting a nurse with several small pokémon out to play on the damp grass, lazing next to the dust laden dirt road leading in and out of town.
Taillow's circled and fluttered high in the sky above the peaceful tree-top community, and a collection Beautifly and Dustox began to wander around the complex weave of tree bases and flower patches, intertwining with each other, leading beyond normal vision into the densest parts of the forest.
A boy, no older than 16 years of age, sat lazily on a thick branch, protruding from the top of one of the many trees in the area, with one leg dangling over the side, and a very young Cyndaquil curled up in his lap, carefully being cradled as it awoke. The boy looked down as the Cyndaquil yawned and licked its paws, watching as it began to rub its tiny face, wiping away the tears that had formed while it slept.
More time crept by as the rest of the region began to awaken, while the morning became solid day and the sky completed its transformation to a serene blue. Everything remained quiet, as it had done, until a commotion started at the base of Fortree. The boy peered down through the branches, his Cyndaquil mimicking him, watching silently as figure in a black suit began battle with the pokémon from the pokémon center.
The man stood strong, as he threw his typical red and white pokéball about halfway between him and the other pokémon. From the flash of light it released as it hit the floor, a Graveler took shape, and promptly dug its fingers into the supple earth at its feet. The opposition was formed with a small Lotad, a Pikachu and an Oddish, which took the lead; all still recovering from the injuries that had put them into the pokémon center in the first place. The Oddish stood a few feet in front of its partners, and feebly called out its name, before unleashing its poisonous spores in the direction of the Graveler.
The mystery mans pokémon heaved out a large rock of highly compressed dirt with little struggle. It held it victoriously above its head before hurling it towards its opponents. The boulder knocked out the 3 in one single blow, it rolling a short way before collapsing into dust, as the man released an Ivysaur from his second pokéball. It growled menacingly before whipping out its many vines from the base of the large plant growing on its back. The first 3 bound the unconscious pokémon, and drew them in, leaving them close enough for the man to trap them in his spare pokéballs. The last two vines swept up around the trees, whisking themselves up towards the tops, where they encountered the boy and his Cyndaquil.
The first vine thrust itself towards the pair first, met by the boy's hand, clasping it as the Cyndaquil's fiery spikes burst into life, torching it mercilessly. The second, however, fared much better, slapping the boy aside and nudging the Cyndaquil off of the branch, entangling it before it hit the ground. In the same fashion as with the other pokémon, the man claimed the Cyndaquil as his own, before returning his original two, and casually walking back down the path he had entered from...