Pokemon-A New Legend is Born!
From the beginning of time, people have questioned the meaning of life. Why am I here? And what is my Purpose? Ever harder is the fact that we are surrounded by so many forces which exert their control over our lives. Nowhere is this more true than in the Kanto region. Welcome to the world of Pokemon, a place filled with mysterious and exciting creatures who populate the world alongside humans. There are many different relationships that pokemon harbor with humans. Some prefer to care for pokemon, while others are much more ruthless in their treatment of this great species. Pokemon and humans have long existed in harmony for many years, as bonds built between trainer and pokemon grow. So prepare yourself for harsh trials, pain, and suffering. But also for a world filled with new friends, adventure, memories of joy, love, and sorrow. A world of wonder and amazement with incredible creatures. Prepare yourself… for the world of Pokemon!
Prologue: Nightmare!
It was dark, he was surrounded by darkness. Confused, he looked around trying to figure out where he was. "Am I dead?" He thought, than quickly turned as he saw something flash out of the corner of his eye. However all he saw was two gigantic shadows linked by a strand of black. "Are you Joe Donnelly?" The specter furthest away from him asked in an ominous voice. "What do you want from me?" Joe shouted as he slowly took a step back. "You are a threat to pokemon everywhere, and you must be dealt with!" The voice answered back, a clear tone of maliciousness in its voice. "But I want to be a trainer! I love pokemon!" Joe answered in desperation. He didn't want to find out how he would be "dealt with." The specter wasn't listening, as Joe's eyes grew wide with fear when he saw a giant orange ball from above the shadows. It then shot high into the air where it hovered above him. "You are Guilty!" The specter exclaimed, as he brought his finger down. Joe watched in horror as the ball immediately split up into a thousand bolts which began to plummet to the ground. "No this can't be happening!" He thought as he brought his arms in front of his head, trying to shield his body. But inside he knew it was useless. "NNNNOOOOOOOOO!" He shouted with the last of his strength as he was skewered and left in an eternal darkness.
Chapter 1: First Impressions!
"Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt." Joe immediately awoke in a cold sweat, as his ears were assaulted by his alarm clock. "Phew, what a terrible dream. I'll be happy if I never have that one again." He thought to himself as he slowed his breathing. Once he was sure that his heart attack was over, he immediately jumped out of his bed and went into the bathroom. "Well, time to get ready for the day!" He thought as he began to get dressed. As he hopped into the shower, he found himself whistling. This didn't surprise him however, for today was a special day. "Today's the day I get my- Joe breakfast is ready!" His mom called from the kitchen as she de-railed his train of thought. "K mom!" Joe shouted back as he turned off the water from the shower and grabbed a towel. "Hurry up honey, you don't want to be late for Professor Oak!" "Alright Mom ease up!" He quickly walked into his room and toweled off. "Now what should I wear?" He thought as he opened the door to his closet. He then remembered that he only had one outfit. It was nothing special, a pair of grey sweatpants with a black short sleeve shirt. Along with it came a dark green sleeveless vest with a couple gold pockets and a pair of Black boots. "While fashion was never really my thing." Shrugging to himself, he grabbed his clothes and began to dress. "What's taking to long?" He heard his mom say as he pulled on his pants "Relax!" He answered as he shook his head. His mother though kind had always been a worrier and though he loved her, it did tend to grind at him after a while. Finally pulling on his boots and hat, he was about to make a beeline for the door when he stopped himself. "Almost forgot these." He said cheerfully as he reached for the three things on his bed stand. The objects comprised were a pair of black fingerless gloves which his mom had given him when he was ten and his watch which he used to tell time. Slipping on his watch and gloves, he turned and ran down the stairs excitement brimming in his eyes.
"Well you're awfully excited today." He heard Andrea say as he skipped the last four steps and landed in a crouch. "Careful, you're going to ruin my floors!" "I'm sorry mom." Joe apologized as he got out of his crouch. But there was no trace of remorse in his voice, only contained excitement. "That's alright." She answered with a loving smile, then added, "The foods over there on the counter. Help yourself honey." Smiling Joe half-walked half-ran to the counter. He then proceeded to grab the whole platter and stuffed as much food as he could into his mouth without moving to the table. "Just because you're old enough to own a pokemon now, doesn't mean you can eat without table manners. It isn't like you to be so immature." Andrea scolded, then sighed and said to herself with mock indignation, "I thought that I raised you better than this." Seeing right through it, Joe tried to reply but all he got out was, "mmmrrufd ahjsclajdk ajclndicicvb," along with a few pieces of pancake. After chewing vigorously, he finally managed to swallow. Getting up from the table, he then ran up to his mother and smiled. "Oh stop it! You know you love me!" He said as he planted a kiss on her forehead. "You're right I do." She answered as she watched him race out the door. As he jumped down to the ground, he heard her shout, "Wait! What about your birthday present?" But he just kept on moving. Today was a very important day for him. Today was the day that he would receive his first pokemon.
As he reached Professor Oak's lab he saw that a truck was sitting in front of the lab with its motor running. Walking around it, he was about to open the double doors to the lab when all of a sudden they opened by themselves. "Excuse me, in a rush!" Joe heard a man say as he looked towards the source of the noise. In front of him was a group of men who were carrying large boxes, so large that he couldn't see the faces of the men. "This is going to end badly." Joe thought as he warned, "Careful, you're gonna-!" But it was too late, as he and the man in front collided. Like a set of dominos, each man behind the leader was knocked over along with the boxes they were holding. "I'm so sorry." The leader apologized as he slowly got up. "It's alright." Joe answered cordially but on the inside he was annoyed. This man was getting in the way of his first pokemon. "It's just that we're in a hurry, and these packages have to get to Cerulean gym soon." The delivery man stated as he offered Joe his hand. Then he added, "Would you mind helping us?" Joe quickly answered as he took it, "I'm sorry but I can't, I have a date with a Charmander." "But if we're late then a lot of pokemon trainers will be disappointed…" The man pleaded as he quickly began to pick up his box. Brushing himself off, Joe began mulling his options over. "No, I can't stop. I've got to get my pokemon. I've got to…Stupid conscience." After he brushed himself off he replied, "Well I guess I can spare a couple moments." Instantly, the man went from pleading to seriousness and began barking out orders. "Good to hear, my names Sadow by the way. Now take these boxes and load them onto the truck!" The Sadow exclaimed as he practically threw the two boxes that he was holding into Joe's arms. "Uh… what just happened?" Joe wondered to himself as he barely kept the boxes from falling. "Wake up kid! We've got a deadline to make." Sadow exclaimed as he began pushing Joe out the door. As they walked to the truck, Sadow asked, "So what's your deal kid?" Joe, who was starting to get irritated simply answered, "none of your business." "Oh drop the tough guy act kid, that won't win you any friends here." Sadow cheerfully answered as he slapped Joe on the back, almost knocking the boxes from his arms. "He's lucky that my arms are tied up, or else I'd show him how "friendly" I can be." Joe thought as he stated, "It's not an act." Sadow simply chuckled and answered, "I can tell. You sure can lift boxes." He then added, "Why don't you work as a delivery man?" Joe immediately answered, "No chance. I'm going to be a Pokemon trainer." "Pokemon trainer huh? I don't know kid, that's not an easy life to lead." Sadow replied as he suddenly grew less cheerful. As he placed the boxes in the back of the truck, Joe shot back, "Neither is moving boxes. Besides, it's what I want." However, Sadow narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you sure?" "No doubt." Joe answered smugly, then added, "Why all the questions old man?" Sadow sensing the suspicion in Joe's voice simply replied, "No reason, I'm just a curious kind of guy. So what's your name kid." "It's Joe." He answered. "He doesn't need to know my last name, especially since he's been creeping on me for the past 15 minutes." Joe thought as he folded his arms. "Well Joe, best of luck on your journey." Sadow said as he and his men climbed into the truck. Seeing Sadow offer his hand out the window, Joe pondered whether he should take it or not. Making up his mind, he took Sadow's hand and firmly shook saying, "Likewise Sadow." Then Sadow rolled the window up and the truck accelerated off into the distance. As he watched the truck drive away, Joe shook his head and thought to himself, "crazy old man."
"Professor Oak, I'm here!" Joe stated as he walked into the lab. Everything was as he remembered it; from the 3 rows of bookshelves, to the table, computer, and healing device. As Joe walked past the first set of bookshelves he saw Professor Oak talking to one of his assistants. "Yes that's right, I just signed the order." He then smiled and looked over at Joe. "Ah Joe welcome, you're late." Oak said. Joe was about to answer when all of a sudden Oak looked back over at his assistant and said, "Oh and be sure to put that into the monthly transaction report. We don't want to screw up the balance." "Busy as always." Joe thought as his eyes darted to a trio of pokeballs sitting on the table. "I'll take care of it." Oak's assistant promised, as she turned and hurried off to another part of the lab. "So what brings you here today?" Oak asked as he began observing a Caterpie in a glass cage, while taking notes on his clipboard. "While today's the day I get my first pokemon." Joe said, failing to keep the excitement out of his voice. "Well about that…" Oak tried to say as he stopped writing, but Joe simply kept going. "About what? My first pokemon? That's a good questi-." He wondered aloud as he began to ramble. He then began walking over to the table, eager to release his new friend from one of the balls. "Joe there's-" Oak began to say, but he was interrupted by Joe's rambling. "-on. I was thinking someone like Charmander. I do love fir-." Joe rambled on as his hand brushed a pokeball. "Joe, I don't have any starter pokemon to give you." Oak stated bluntly. "-e type… wait what?" Joe asked as he stopped mid-sentence. "I'm sorry Joe, but I just shipped all of my available beginner pokemon away a couple of minutes ago." Oak said, a hint of regret in his voice. "WHHAATTT!" Joe exclaimed, looking as if he had been hit by a freight train. "That's right Joe." Oak replied as he began moving over to Joe. "But what about the balls on the table?" Joe asked, a hint of hope in his voice. But it was quickly crushed, as Oak replied sadly, "Those are just empty poke-balls unfortunately." Tapping his clipboard, he then added, "In fact I just signed the order for them to be shipped on a truck." For the second time in a row Joe felt as if he had been hit by a freight train. "No way, it couldn't be." He thought as he remembered the truck. The truck that he had just loaded with his own two hands. Filled to the brim with boxes and boxes of poke-balls. "That old BASTARD!" Joe thought as he remembered Sadow's laughter. "No wonder he was laughing the whole time." Oak put his hand on Joe's shoulder. "Look Joe, I know you wanted a new pokemon but Cerulean gym requested a shipment and I didn't have a choice." He explained trying to convince Joe. But Joe would have none of it. Grabbing the pokemon professor's shoulders Joe said, "Professor, this is important. You don't know what this means to me!" When he didn't get an immediate response, he added desperately. "Isn't there any pokemon left?" At first Oak's face stayed blank, but after what seemed like an eternity for Joe Oak finally answered. "Well we do have one pokemon left but..." Oak calmly replied. "But what?" Joe asked, as a hint of hope returned to his voice. "First let me go, I can't show you anything until I can move my arms." Oak said as Joe immediately released his grip. "Oh sorry professor." Joe apologized sheepishly. "Much better. Now as I was saying we do have one pokemon left but this one is… difficult, especially considering how hard the life of a pokemon trainer is already." Oak said, massaging the parts of his shoulders where Joe had grabbed him. "How exactly?" Joe asked. "Well there's a reason that I didn't, or rather I couldn't send it to Cerulean." Oak answered, as if trying to change the subject. Joe who was desperate for a pokemon kept pushing. "Whatever, I'll take it." Finally giving in, Oak motioned for Joe to follow. Oak with Joe close behind him walked forward until they reached his desk. On top of the desk was a computer, a scanning machine for analysis, and what appeared to be a flat sheet of metal. "One moment." Oak said as he reached forward and pushed a button on his computer. All of a sudden the empty space split in two revealing a hidden compartment. Out of the space rose a single poke-ball inside of a metal case. The case was locked with a keypad combination which Oak quickly typed into the key-pad. After a couple beeping noises, Joe heard a confirmation tone and saw the top part of the case rise up. Oak then proceeded to pick up the pokeball and place it into Joe's hand. Joe couldn't believe it, in his hands was a real live pokemon. His pokemon to be exact. "Why don't you introduce yourself." Oak suggested as he saw the smile on Joe's face. Carefully, Joe pressed the button on the front of the pokeball and pointed it towards an empty space. A red light shot out of the center of the ball and towards the floor. The light began to assume a form which materialized into what appeared to be a blue turtle. It was a blue skinned pokemon with a swirly tail and a scaly orange shell. It stood on all fours and upon realizing that it was out of its pokeball, it immediately shouted, "Squirtle!" "Ah yes, as it has pointed out, this is Squirtle." Oak stated matter of factly. "A Squirtle?" Joe said confused. Instead of answering his question however, Oak simply flipped open a red device and pointed it at the pokemon. "What's he up to?" Joe wondered. His question was answered immediately, as the device began to talk in a deep male voice. "Squirtle, the tiny turtle Pokémon. Squirtle draws its long neck into its shell to launch incredible water attacks with amazing range and accuracy. The blasts can be quite powerful." "Incredible water attacks huh?" Joe asked with a hint of eagerness in his voice. All of a sudden Oak's face grew worried as he started to move his arms in a warning motion, but it was too late. The device upon hearing Joe's querie answered, "Squirtle are known for extremely powerful water gun attacks." As soon as the device had spoken water gun, Squirtle immediately opened its mouth and fired a large stream of water. Gushing forward, the jet of water slammed into a group of file cabinets and sent them slamming into a wall. "My GS Ball notes!" Oak exclaimed in despair, as his files were reduced to a pile of soggy trash. "Impressive." Joe thought as he walked over to Squirtle. Kneeling down he carefully introduced himself. "Hi little guy, my name is Joe and I'm going to be your trainer." Squirtle immediately tried to hide behind Oak's leg. "What's a matter with him?" Joe asked, standing back up. "Well he's a little young to be sent away with a trainer." Oak explained as he picked up his notes. Confused Joe asked, "Then why give him to me?" Oak stood up and walked over to Joe. Putting his hand on Joe's shoulder he said, "Because I trust you. I know that you'll treat him right." For a second Joe didn't know how to react. It wasn't that he didn't know what to say, that part was simple. All he had to say was; I won't let you down. What confused him was that he had never really been in this kind of situation where an older man had been proud of him. As far as he could remember, it had always been himself and his mother. Throughout school and the 2 years he had spent refraining from beginning his journey, Joe had never had a true father. Except for Oak who had taken him in and introduced him to pokemon. And now Oak was putting his trust in Joe but for some reason… it didn't feel right. Almost like it was a responsibility that Joe didn't want. So instead of saying what he should have Joe, wanting to escape the awkward situation, turned to his new pokemon. "C'mon Squirt, let's go have some fun." He said as he picked up Squirtle's pokeball. "Squirt Squirtle!" the tiny turtle cried back, as he began running after Joe. They immediately bolted out the doors, but Oak was not finished. "Wait, don't you want your pokadex and balls?" He called out to them as he burst through the double doors. But it was too late, Joe and Squirtle were already heading for the Pallet town entrance and were out of sight.
"So this is Pallet town." Shane thought to himself as he passed through the entrance. "Kinda small place. Boring too." It had been a long and hard journey, especially traveling from Saffron city without a pokemon. But he had finally made it to Pallet town, where he could begin his quest to accomplish his dream. "Now to find professor Oa-" All of a sudden his thought was interrupted by a missile hitting his side. Disoriented for a couple seconds, he slowly picked himself up and tried to figure out what had just happened. "Ow my head." He groaned as he saw someone else stand up in front of him. It was a kid wearing a Black hat with the rim pointing backwards and a green flame symbol above the lid. "Hey watchit jerk!" He exclaimed as he shook his fist at the kid. "You don't own the road here idiot, watch where you're walking." The kid shot back as he got up and faced Shane. Seeing the kid try to move around him, Shane blocked his path. "Stand aside." The kid demanded forcefully, a look of determination in his eyes. Shane was not about to back down. "And if I don't?" He answered, daring the kid to punch him. The kid however had other ideas. With an annoyed expression on his face, he snapped his fingers and stated, "Squirtle, water gun." "Squirtle?" Shane wondered in confusion as all of a sudden he was blasted by a jet of water. For the second time in minutes he was sent flying into the ground several meters. "C'mon Squirtle lets go." The kid said as he and his pokemon began to move on. "Hey, don't you run away from me!" Shane called out as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. The boy just kept on walking forward, oblivious to Shane's tantrum. "Get back here and fight me!" He called out again but it was no use, the boy was gone. Eventually Shane got up and resolved to forget about the kid. "I've come too far to let myself get down about one loser. Besides, I'll probably never see him again anyway." Looking forward to receiving his pokemon, he began to cheer up and immediately set off for the laboratory. As he reached it however, he noticed a man doubled over panting. "Huff. Geez, I'm not as Puff… young as I used to be." The man wheezed as he slowly caught his breath. "Excuse me sir, I'm looking for Professor Oak." Shane stated as he approached the man. "Well kid, what can I do for you?" Oak asked kindly. "All right here goes." Shane thought as he asked, "Sir I'm from Saffron city and I'd like a pokemon to start my journey." Confused, Oak asked, "What about Saffron city gym?" Shane looked off to the side and answered. "Well I don't really have the money to buy a pokemon…" For some reason, Oak looked confused as if Shane had told him something he had never heard before. Then the look disappeared and was replaced by a gentle smile. "While the pokemon I give new trainers are completely free of charge…" Shane's heart leapt with excitement. It didn't last long however. "But I just recently sent them all away." Oak explained, and upon seeing Shane's disappointed expression added, "I'm very sorry. Perhaps another time." He was crushed, having come all this way for nothing. He immediately turned around to hide the look of pure disappointment he was sure was etched on his face. "It's alright, I…I've got to go." He said as he struggled to keep the disappointment out of his face. "This is impossible. How could I have come so far only to fail before I even started my journey." He thought as he began to walk away. In the distance, he heard someone talking to Oak. "Professor, I have terrible news!" "What now!" He heard Oak groan. "It's our GS files, they're completely destroyed! Now we'll never finish that project!" "I know Shiro. You're wasting my time." Then Shane heard something that made him stop in his tracks. "But professor, someone has taken our Squirtle!" He heard the man who must be Shiro say. Intrigued, he moved closer to the building. Hugging the wall, he inched closer to the end where he could hear Oak and his assistant talking around the corner. "It's alright Shiro, I gave it to a friend. He wanted a pokemon to start his journey with so I gave him the only one we had left." Oak answered, and then added. "Of course he should have taken his pokeballs and pokedex before he ran off like a madman. Which is strange cause usually he is a lot more calm and compos…" Shane strained to hear them as their conversation carried off. But the sound of slamming doors told him that he had heard all he was going to. "And that's all I need to know anyway." Shane thought as he turned and walked towards the entrance. "Squirtle huh. Perhaps we're going to see each other again sooner than I thought."
