*Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or anything related to Pokémon. I own only the plot.*
Prologue: A Story To Tell
"The day we forget history, is the day we are doomed to repeat it." These were the words chiseled into our minds and our beliefs. They were the words of our leader—no, our savior. She believed we would one day rise up, and subdue the brutal segregation we—the people of Tohjo—have lived, have breathed, and have suffered under for three centuries. Why? We are different.
In the beginning Tohjo was a planet meant to be used for humanity's resources. The humans were in dire need of another home, but the carbon dioxide atmosphere on Tohjo is poisonous to the humans. The humans extracted TDNA from the "seventeen" categories of fauna on the planet. They combined the animal's TDNA with human "volunteers". The result: Tohjoians. The Original colony of three-thousand Tohjoians was dispatched to live on Tohjo as a test for the humans to see if their newest experiments were a success or not. In the course of twenty-four years, the Tohjoians became a full-fledged society and people. We developed our own language, writing system, government, and built many different villages and cities across the planet. We carved out dirt paths for traveling and trade for the walkers, and raised ports for the swimmers, and checkpoints for the flyers. Using our primal instincts from our animal characteristics, we adapted and learned how to survive on Tohjo. Almost immediately after our race was finally able to support itself, the humans invaded and forced us to work for them. We were split up (based off age, sex, element, and the region where we lived) and sent into "reservations".
One-hundred-and-fifty-one years after the colonization of Tohjo, our leader was born. Throughout her life, she watched and, frankly, was disgusted by the human's behavior. We were killing our planet—our home, for a race, I quote, "did a mighty fine job at destroying their planet." Unlike the humans, she saw a potential in our race's distinctive characteristic: The ability to transform into the animals living on Tohjo.
The voices of the Divine Ones can be heard through our animal halves: The Nimble Bug Spirit; The Elusive Dark Spirit; The Proud Dragon Spirit; The Swift Electric Spirit; The Enduring Feral Spirit; The Determined Fighting Spirit; The Brazen Fire Spirit; The Vigilant Flying Spirit; The Guardian Ghost Spirit; The Quiet Grass Spirit; The Robust Ground Spirit; The Humble Ice Spirit; The Curious Poison Spirit; The Wise Psychic Spirit; The Strong Rock Spirit; The Zealous Steel Spirit; and The Compassionate Water Spirit. These Seventeen Great Spirits are said to have created our planet. The coloration of the stripes carved onto our cheeks (two for females and three for males) designate which Spirit watches over us. Their abilities grant us the power to morph into the numerous animals the Divine Ones transformed into when they created our home. Their blood runs through our veins and through the veins of the animals that inhabit Tohjo. Their sacred blood would be spilled for the next two-hundred-and-seventeen years by the hands of the humans.
Despite our best efforts to make the best out of our situation, the Tohjoians were lost. We were broken. We were dying. Our leader saw, felt, and experienced all of the beatings, lynching's, and racism every Tohjoian went through. She knew enough was enough. In secret her whispers of rebellion were spread across the planet. Eventually, we gained enough weapons (some fashioned from our only knife and fork we owned when we were served our daily rations) and soon, we regained our pride as a people. We revolted against the human oppression that led to a full scale war. The war has lasted five bloody years. Sadly, this war for our freedom has cost us a price none of us ever expected: We lost our leader. We all loved and looked up to Scarlet: The Brazen. Her death impacted all of Tohjo. Even the Great Spirits wept for our loss. We all mourned…but we all knew her sacrifice was not in vain. Her sacrifice, along with the thousands and thousands before her, keep us driving forward. Their deaths remind us we must survive to see the next day. If we are to become a free people, we must not forget about our past and those who have died trying to make their dreams come true.
"A story worth remembering has a beginning—and an end."
A.N.: Huzzah! I was in a creative mood and I really needed to put this on paper before I forgot it. This is my idea for a Pokémon FF… and no, I had this idea WAAAY before I saw Avatar (1 year to be exact).
Anyways….I came up with the "main" spirits for all 17 types:
Bug: Scizor; Ground: Donphan
Dark: Absol; Ice: Abomasnow
Dragon: Haxorus; Feral (Normal): Regigigas
Electric: Raiku; Poison: Arbok
Fighting: Lucario; Psychic: Xatu
Fire: Arcanine; Rock: Gigalith
Flying: Swellow; Steel: Steelix
Ghost: Giratina (origin); Water: Alomomola
Grass: Torterra
EDIT: I changed some of the pokemon so generation V could be included.
2 from Gen. 1,
5 from Gen 2,
2 from Gen 3,
5 from Gen 4,
3 from Gen 5
This'll be something a tad different than what I'm used to…but I hope you all like this Prologue ^^ I'm thinking about making this into a comic first and FF later… dunno… What do you all think?