Notice: contains violent Imagery not suitable for all ages
Run. Run. Run. As around me my allies are being torn to pieces, literally. Run. Run. Run. The Sub machine gun, cannon, and Magmortar fire overhead, taking out transport after transport of supplies, soldiers, Pokemon... Run. Run. Run. That's the message that was continuously going through my head as I crossed the roof of the old Silph Co. building, moving closer and closer to the end of the roof. Run. Run. Run. What else could I do? My assault rifle is empty, I'm out of grenades and all surviving troops are falling back. Pokemon? All of my military partners were separated from me in the hangar. The only ones I have left are my trusty Charmeleon running alongside me and his sister Treecko on my back. Run. Run. Run. As I near the cliff I come to grips with the fact I'm a soldier and I'm bred to die. To fight as long as i can then fall honorably. As many of my fellow soldiers... my friends already have. As I reach the edge I-
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Hang on a sec... You guys have no idea what's going on here do you? I guess it'd make the most sense if you heard it from the Very beginning.
Gather round, Kiddies. I'm Ethan Alcander. And this isn't my story; it's our world's story.
A/N: sorry to have kept you waiting, welcome to the world of Pokemon! This story is an original piece with mostly original characters that takes place prior to any games and Will be a huge work, spanning many chapters
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