Tales of the Chosen
By: Mitsuki313
Prologue-
The four regions: Kanto, Jhoto, Hoenn and Sinnoh enclose together to form the world. What lies in the center of those four regions is an island where the legendaries are said to live and roam. They travel, leap and loom around the land, protecting those that lied on the outside
However, this island was discovered not too long ago by an evil man by the name of Giovanni. For his own uses, he planned on catching the legendaries to put on his team, Team Rocket, and thus the madness began.
The legendaries that rest there scattered across to the various lands and tried to blend in with the other environments. With fear of their lives and the outcome of the world, the legendaries banned together in hopes of opposing the team and living peacefully.
Although Team Rocket was oblivious to the legendaries location, they were not ignorant as they formed allies with three other teams: Team Magma, Team Aqua and Team Galactic. Together the four teams separated in the four regions, trying to recruit whatever legendary they found, using whatever force they could.
With mystery, they found secret bases and drew themselves away from the world just as the legendaries did. Eventually it came to a point where the legendaries had no choice but to flee, flee with all their might. Band together and flee in hopes of the changes in the teams' hearts.
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Running…Running…Running…Forever running through the shifting shadows and the littering darkness that grasped onto their bodies and lurched them into their clutches. One stood out from the rest, a blue and liquid gush of color flowed through its sleek four pawed body. Wavy, lavender hair rippled in the wind with a diamond shaped loop extending from its forehead. Darting, cautious red eyes grew into slits as it leapt knightly from tree to tree, with hopes of escaping danger.
Cackles lingered through the darkness, penetrating the creatures' sharp hearing and smooth reflexes. Malicious laughter rang through its ears while it fled from the dark and its craving for power. The creature swiveled its head for a glimpse behind them, growling in the box of its throat before hurdling a skulk roar into the air.
Paws turning, it faced the grueling evil and hissed through its teeth, "Leave now or meet your fatal end!"
The crooning rasp of their voices rinsed through the creature, nearly leaving it helpless inside a deep trance. "Suicune, there is no need for running. Just stay and we'll take care of you."
Suicune snarled, spinning loose onto its trail and scampering through the plant growth. Electric shocks launched out from behind it and sent paralysis kindling like surges around its legs. Suicune dispelled this nasty power and lurked further ahead.
Past the arch of the trees, Suicune saw hope with rims of houses towering above the trees. Kind, reassuring voices cradled ahead and Suicune felt relief sweep over her. Although she knew no one could be trusted.
Picking up more speed, Suicune ignited into the air, on top of the trees where she heard voices shout, "Look over there! It's Suicune, the legendary Pokemon!"
Peering around her, humans, all curious and stunned pointed her out with astonishment. Few of them reached inside their pockets and threw red and white capsules at Suicune in desperate attempts, all failing as Suicune smirked and jerked past them.
Suddenly, when Suicune evaded yet another, a red beam bound around her and ensnared her inside a wide, crimson net. Her limbs grew feeble and hollow; she collapsed onto the pebbled ground with trickling wounds scraping over her legs.
Suicune flinched with pain, agony bathing her as shocks coursed throughout her body. A piercing shriek wavered through the town, attracting more attention than the opposites of magnets. Numerous faces flashed through Suicune's eyes, one very familiar one standing so close that Suicune thought she could hear their breathing.
"Take it to the gym," the devious sneer of the leader commanded. "And make sure it receives a warm welcome."
Suicune fell silent, struggling through the trap that kept her vulnerable and powerless. Darkness overcame her, her thoughts dimming as she failed to stay awake. Slipping into unconsciousness, she prayed for aid and cried out to the legendaries.
As Suicune riveted into what seemed nothingness, the legendaries cascaded from the darkness that hid them from danger and soared into the vacant, free skies. A shrill howl cultivated over the regions, sending terror prying through the hearts of those that lived. This was no longer a game but a war.
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A week before…
The sun varnished the bands of fog and tore through it onto the sheets of blank, white snow. Flakes propelled from the sky and kissed my cheeks, causing me to shiver and compress my mittens against my face. The trees dispersed snow from the hoods above them and dropped into mounds that thickened the dense blankets of snow. Children sprint around with laughter brandishing the noise that blossomed in the air. New Pokemon trainers sent out their new companions, and talked to them in hopes that they would one day become the greatest Pokemon trainer to walk across the four regions.
"Ava (A/N: it is pronounced: a-vuh)? Are you alright? You seem…depressed."
I shot my gaze toward the voice that had intruded my thoughts and noticed it had been my friend, Natalie. The sympathetic concern displayed on her face wrought my insides and I realized that my bottom lip was curled into a pout and a frown was yanking my face. I hastily enveloped a smile in hopes of deceiving Natalie but Natalie was too clever for her own kind.
"Ava, are you seriously alright? That fake smile won't do you any good, you know," Natalie added. "Is it because I'm…"
I couldn't bear to hear her say it, so I concealed my ears beneath the fabric of my mittens. The only thing I could hear now was my suspended breathing that cut loose when I saw her mouth the words. Those words stabbed my happiness, tore my heart, slit my throat and murdered my rapture. Although when it comes down to these things, I'm always somewhat of a drama queen. I knew it wasn't the end of the world but it felt like it. It didn't feel like this was the last time I would see Natalie but it was.
I removed my mittens that I had cuffed to my ears and brought my gaze toward the ground. My thoughts began to unravel with plans of making Natalie stay here, but it became as blank as the snow. Natalie's worried eyes hounded me and stared until it seemed that my face was burning with a tattoo of her eyes. I heaved a sigh and peered briefly into her concern, putting on a fresh smile that she knew to be real.
"Natalie, don't worry about me. I'll be okay. I'm just…overreacting." I swung my feet against a small mound and sent snow lunging a foot ahead. "You've always wanted to become a Pokemon trainer, so don't let me stop you. Go and see Professor Elm and get your Pokemon."
Natalie's eyebrows furrowed. "Ava, I don't think I should---"
"You deserve it, Natalie. Happy Birthday," I said, grinning so broadly that Natalie had to grin back.
Natalie held her arms a length apart, leaving a broad space on her torso as she stepped forward and pulled me into an embrace. I heard her whisper her final thanks and then spin around to run briskly in the direction of Professor Elm's.
My eyes riveted on her as she dashed off and I felt the chilly caress of tears streaming down my face. Tears bottled up in my eyes and I blinked several times until I felt them all trickling down past my chin.
My name is Ava Patterson. I am 10 years old and currently living in New Bark Town which is inside the Jhoto region. I have long, straight black hair with dark, mysterious brown eyes. I live with my Aunt Lacie since my parents had died in an unfortunate accident and I have two friends: Natalie Yoha (A/N: pronounced: yo-ha) and Reah Livingston. Through the years, I love Pokemon but I never wanted to become a Pokemon trainer. Being a Pokemon trainer is what killed my parents and is now taking away my friends.
Natalie Yoha is 10 years old and she moved to New Bark Town right about the time I did, when I was 3 years old. She has short blonde hair with highlights of brunette scattered across her hair. Her eyes are a ginger hazel which reflects her true feelings and emotions. When she was first offered to be a Pokemon trainer, she refused because she knew that I didn't want to become one but now she has decided she wishes to be one.
Reah Livingston, my other friend, just turned 11 and in a few days is leaving, too. She has medium-sized brunette hair that she usually ties into a ponytail. Her eyes have a tint of blue and green and she is almost always happy. Just like Natalie, she refused to become a Pokemon trainer at first because of my disliking for it but she has also decided she wishes to leave. Reah had been living inside New Bark Town ever since she was born and met me and Natalie when she was 8.
Clouds traced my steps as they loitered in the sky and sustained the sun in thick strips of misty cotton. The fog disguised rows of leafless trees and profound hills that carried the core of the snow. The wind burst into my face and dried the soppy, wet tears in a rush, of which the result was my damp cheeks. My fingers coiled into a fist which made my strength fierce and my grip powerful as I reached toward the ground and broke the aligned snow.
Up ahead was Reah's house and I knew that Reah was not awake and she had missed Natalie's good-bye. Reah tended to be always late when sleeping in, however, I didn't blame her for on a holiday you can't help but sleep in. The ice seeped through the tiny spaces in my mittens and my fist locked more firmly around the sphere outline of ice. Either way, I was still going to throw the snowball at Reah and scold her immensely till she understood to always be loyal to your friends. Especially if you probably won't ever see them again.
Approaching the door, I lifted my empty hand and knocked softly on the smooth wood with hopes of not triggering Rover, Reah's pet Poochyena, to wake up and start barking. Not a peep occurred from behind the solid door and I exhaled with relief, refraining myself one step backward to give enough space for Reah to step outside. I waited silently for what seemed forever until the doorknob twisted and a click popped my right ear.
The scrawny figure of Reah's mother, Mrs. Livingston, bobbed her head through the crack of the door with drowsiness wrenching in her blue eyes and her mingled slightly gray hair draping over her shoulders. Mrs. Livingston was at least a few years older than Natalie's mother and my aunt. She glimpsed out with suspicion but grinned lightly when she noticed me.
"Hello there, Ava. What can I do for you this morning?" Mrs. Livingston offered.
"Erm—I'm sorry if I woke you, Mrs. Livingston, but is Reah home? Or awake at least?" I inquired, making sure to keep the snowball fastened behind my back.
Her eyes cast darkly, the bright twinkle that illuminated in her eye and her face dimmed grimly. Her hands shook as if an earthquake was occurring and she scurried her hand into the house, jerking out a neatly enveloped letter. Sorrow drenched over her like a waterfall and I felt that same soberness cling and flow through me.
Shakily, Mrs. Livingston let the envelope fall gracefully like a snowflake into the nest of my tepid, warm hand. My fingers folded over the envelope's crest and I hesitantly turned it over to the side where the address was. Sentences and letters were scribbled over with inky, black pen and I couldn't make out what they said previously before they were marked out. My glimpse drifted onto the most visible words on the envelope of which my heart dove downward as if gravity had compelled it. The words read: "To: Ava, From: Reah". Below that was what really got tears mounting in my eyes.
"I'm sorry," I read aloud, my voice hoarse and unstable.
A regretful tone lingered within the stage of Mrs. Livingston's voice but she proceeded since I would be inquiring it anyway, "Reah left in a hurry last night. She took Rover and went straight down to Professor Elm's to retrieve her license. The reason she left is inside the letter." She hesitated as to say something further but decided not to.
I wanted to rip the letter open now to read it but the organized outlook was too much for me. I thanked Mrs. Livingston before coasting off like the coward I was. I was afraid to show my tears in public but that seemed hard to believe since I had just cried in front of many children that had run around when Natalie had run off.
I loped about, stumbling several times over the mush of snow. It was unbelievable, how could I lose the two closest friends in such a short period of time? I kept the letter huddled beneath the heat my parka provided as I scuttled behind the nearest building.
My uneven breathing drowned out my thoughts and I shook my head in order to clear my mind. I swiftly removed the letter from my parka and its condition was slightly crumpled but otherwise very neat. I ripped the triangle sealing the envelope and dug my fingers into its depths. I finally grew tired of this constant rummaging and dumped everything that lied inside the envelope out.
The letter was folded excellently, no flaws or marks was on its outside. I scooped it into my grasp and began to unfold it, finding that it was a bit heavier than any regular letter.
A key fell from the letter's center after I had finished unfolding it, a brass light gleamed from it and illuminated past the eerie fog that enclosed around individual objects. My eyes widened with amazement but I quickly shook myself out of it and began to read:
Dear Ava,
By the time you are reading this, I will already be gone and starting my own Pokemon journey. This simple life is too much because outside of that little town is adventure and I'm going to get it. I can't stand to live inside that impish town, I've lived there my whole life and I need a change. I dislike the choices Professor Elm gave me for the starters so I chose Rover. Thankfully, Professor Elm approved and now I'm writing this to you. Please don't be too mad at me and don't worry, I already said good-bye to Natalie. I told her not to tell you because I knew you wouldn't approve. Trust me, being a Pokemon trainer is so much more than what you think. I've been through more classes than you have and I'm inspired. I'm going to try to get more Pokemon…especially a Politoed; you know how I love their curly hair♥! Once again, I'm sorry and I hope you can forgive me.
Your dearest friend,
Reah
P.S. That key is special. I found it buried in the snow inside the forest. I think it leads somewhere…Keep it till I return, 'k?
I grimaced with awe at the letter and shriveled it in my hands. I threw it as hard as I could toward the wall and remained sitting there till I heard my Aunt Lacie's voice calling for me. But at that time it was nightfall and I had just closed my eyes. I couldn't hear Aunt Lacie's voice; it was a slur of nonsense pounding against the wall of my ears. I gave myself into slumber and lay quietly against the back of the house, dreaming of a better place and a better world.