In a room inside a distant Castle, sat a little boy the age of seven. His blue eyes wandered around, the area filled with toys. Then he felt a little poke on his leg and looked down and there was a Zorua. It tugged on his beige short pants, almost wanting to tell him something.
The boy stood up from the floor and smiled at the little pokemon, fixing his orange T-shirt before he went to follow Zorua. His room consisted of a giant skateboard ramp, a basketball hoop, and a train. Many of them sitting there lonely from the past days he hadn't used them. Soon he wandered over to the box filled with more toys, retrieving a ball that Zorua and him could play with.
Suddenly, the door burst open and in came a tall man with green hair and wearing a seemingly odd robe. He called the boy's name and stomped over to the child, glaring down at him.
"N." He boomed. The little boy tried not to jump, for if he would, he was afraid he would get hit if he showed any signs of fear.
"Y-yes.. f-father?" N replied, shaking a little clutching the ball tightly in his hands. He suddenly fell backwards, a red mark on his cheek from a slap.
"You are not to call me that BOY!!" He growled. "You are to address me as Ghetsis! Do you HEAR ME?"
N nodded in fright, rubbing the mark on his cheek, tears already falling from his eyes. "Y-yes G-Ghetsis..."
"I have brought a Pokemon for you. He has also been with those wretched trainers. N, do you remember what I have told you?" He asked, watching as N nodded quickly, his eyes widening, remembering clearly of the abused Pokemon that were with trainers.
"Pokemon trainers are bad! They're mean to Pokemon!" N repeated what he had heard multiple times from his friends, scratching his long green hair afterwards. Then Ghetsis nodded, urging him to continue with... "Pokemon should be free from all humans."
"That's a good boy." Ghetsis said, suddenly snapping his fingers, and from the door, a man in a costume entered, holding in his arms a Sewaddle. "This Sewaddle was left alone to fend for himself by a trainer. Is THIS what you want, N!?"
N shook his head, more tears coming from looking at the hurt Sewaddle.
The man walked over handing the hurt Pokemon to N, before both himself and Ghetsis left the room with a slam of a door.
N looked at the door for a long time, then after glancing back at the little Sewaddle. "Why were you left alone?" the child asked it, the infant bug whimpered in reponse, its big eyes all watery.
'This trainer left me alone because I was weak!' the Sewaddle squeaked. 'I only wanted to be his friend.. but he rejected me all the time! And he would always hit me!'
N gasped at this, feeling sympathetic of the little bug pokemon. "Just like me.." N whispered. Feeling tears accumulate more around his eyes, he clenched his fist and grit his teeth. "I p-promise... I-I p-promise Sewaddle... That a-all P-pokemon s-shall be f-freed from Pokemon trainers... and then... and then you won't have to suffer ever AGAIN!"
Crowds of people gathered in an enormous room in a castle. Many of them cheered, roaring with excitement. Seven men walked across a throne room, in the front was Ghetsis, who held a crown in his hands.
They all had arrived to the throne chair by the end of the room, turning around, seeing all of the members in which they recruited were there.
Ghetsis smirked, holding up the crown. "Today! THE CORONATION OF THE TEAM PLASMA KING!"
The crowd cheered once again, roaring louder as a young man of eighteen came walking in with a long white robe around his shoulders. His hair covered his eyes as he smiled, walking over to Ghetsis with two Goddesses walking behind him also smiling. They smiled too.
Ghetsis had long awaited for this moment, and finally it had arrived. "Finally the day has come to crown you as our King..."
The young man kneeled down before Ghetsis, who held the golden crown over his head. The boy closed his eyes, remembering his childhood, and many of the things he waited to soon fulfill in the future. With the crown shining atop his head, N opened his eyes, his smile widening.
The man stood to his feet, looking back at the members of Team Plasma. He raised his hand, smirking. "I shall liberate all Pokemon, and become the hero of the legends!" At these words came more cheers from the crowd.
"Hail the King of Team Plasma! N!"
A young girl of about fifteen stood at the entrance of Nuvema town, running an intense gaze over the area as she searched for something. After a moment, she fixed her eyes on Professor Juniper's lab, and walked over to it. "This must be it..." She stepped inside, and the Professor noticed her at once.
"You must be the girl who called from Nacrene City," Professor Juniper said quickly as she walked over, "Theresa, right?" The girl nodded calmly in response.
"Alright, give me a moment to get everything out for you," The Professor added as she began to search, then pulled out a pokedex and three pokeballs. "Here's the pokedex you'll be testing, and you can choose one of these three pokemon; Snivy, Oshawott, or Tepig."
Theresa contemplated for a moment, before picking up Oshawott's pokeball. "May I have this one?"
"Of course," Professor Juniper replied cheerfully, and the girl smiled a bit. "You can nickname him, if you like."
Theresa thought this over, before making her decision. "I think I'll call him Blade. Since he uses that shell for a blade, and all." Juniper nodded her approval, and Theresa stowed away the pokeball and pokedex.
"Thanks again for offering to help test the pokedex," Professor Juniper said happily, "I was really starting to get worried, since I hadn't found a tester, and it's only a month before I give one to a few people from here."
Theresa nodded in that same calm way again. "Of course, Professor. And, thank you for letting me have a pokemon. It really means a lot to me."
As the professor smiled back, and Theresa turned and left the lab with a wave, before stopping at the exit of the town.
"So, this is where my quest begins..." She murmured to no one in particular, "But, by the time it is done, no one in Unova will be able to forget the name of Theresa Touko!" And with these final words, she took off...
The day had arrived. At this time there were two teens, one being 14 years old, had brown hair, and an almost ridiculous grin on his face. The other teen was 15, had black hair with a stubborn cowlick on top, and wore glasses. They both stood in front of a wrapped present placed on a table inside the room; the writing on the note tied to it was proof enough that it was from Professor Juniper.
"Man I can't believe it! We can have our own pokemon!" To say the brown haired boy was excited was obviously an understatement.
The other boy beside him merely rolled his eyes but then made a much calmer smile back. "Of course Blake, I've even heard it from the professor... though I wonder... " he look toward the stairs that led up to the room. "What's keeping Bianca?"
Then suddenly right at that moment a blond girl wearing mostly orange and white with a green hat and bag came running up the stairs. "Am I late again? I'm so sorry!" the girl, presumably to be Bianca, had quickly added a few fast bows to her apology. "So-ooo-orry Blake! Cheren!"
The glasses-wearing boy, identified as Cheren, sighed and shook his head. "Bianca...even throughout the ten years I've known you..."
Blake immediately interrupted him. "Yeah yeah Cheren! Come on! I know we're ALL excited to see the starters!"
Bianca piped up in agreement. "That's right! Those cute little pokemon are waiting for us to bring them out! Since this is Blake's house, he can get first pick!"
Cheren looked at Blake for a moment, noticing Blake's grin growing wider. "...Naturally."
The three teens opened the gift box, containing three pokeballs, their red tops revealing the currently miniature starters.
Blake immediately pulled out the pokeball with Oshawott inside. "I choose this little guy!" He said as he released the otter from its ball, which squeaked its species name as a greeting.
Bianca chose the pokeball containing the fire starter, known as Tepig. She also let it out and happily cuddled the piglet, which made a surprised squeal before it softly make oinking sounds in happiness.
This left Cheren with Snivy, the reptilian grass starter. But he seemed happy enough with it and gave it a few pats after releasing it just like his two friends.
"Hey Blake!" Bianca suddenly said excitedly. "Let's have a battle with our new pokemon!"
"Actually Bianca, that hardly seems like.." Cheren started to interrupt.
"Oh come on Cheren! They have to battle to get stronger anyway. Surely these little baby pokemon can't mess up a room that much!" Bianca continued in order to cut off Cheren and looked pleadingly at Blake trying to convince him. "Please?"
"Um... ok. Why not? …...Just as long as my room doesn't turn out TOO bad..." Blake answered hesitantly, at which Cheren slapped a hand to his face in slight frustration.
Approximately less than ten minutes later, Blake's room was covered in Pokemon paw prints, everything on his computer desk was scattered onto the floor, and even his big screen plasma TV was drastically... shifted.
"What did I say?" Cheren said matter-of-factly as Blake looked around and ran to different corners of his destroyed room in shock.
"Um...sorry?" Bianca apologized lamely.
"HA HA YES! MY WII STILL WORKS!"
Hey there readers. This is actually only one of the authors working on this story. But I'm sure that all you Pokemon-loving people out there will appreciate this unique twist to the games. It's still relevant isn't it?
Anyways, feel free to review. I encourage it. And I hope you stick around. The author notes will get more interesting as well as the story goes on.
