Delia Ketchum hummed as she sat at the table that morning lost in thought. The usual cheerfulness she had seemed to be diminishing, being replaced by an uneasy sense of worry and the slightest hint of dread. There was something off, yet she could not picture what for the life of her. Was there something she was forgetting?
She checked the calendar. June 13th. A friday.
Laughing off the silly old superstition that popped into her head, Delia ran a mental checklist of her routine. House cleaned? Check. Got the mail? Check. Plants watered? She paused for a moment. Not check.
It would be at this moment that a knock at the door caught her attention. Dropping her thoughts for now, she opened the door to find a rather shocking, familiar face from her past literally pass out into her doorway with a single message:
Ash was gone.
The news had been too much to bear for those that had personally knew the trainer, but none more so than the ones from his hometown, his traveling partners, and especially his pokemon. Within the week, Pallet Town was transformed from a small community to a massive memorial gathering. People ranging from the average trainer to professors to League officials were there from five different regions. From people like Brock and Misty, Max and May, all the way up to Cillan and Iris all there, it was hard not to imagine the true scope of how much Ash had affected everyone's lives. And yet, there was one thing that had been on everyone's minds.
If Ash had been this well-known, saved the world so many times, and overcome so much, what actually defeated him? More importantly, what will the world do without their Chosen One?
The Chosen One...
The world's only hope...
Is dead.
Nobody knows what happened.
Several weeks have passed since his departure,
And the world trembled...
And thus, with the departure of our Chosen One...
The world succumbed to something unknown, something powerful...
The Cataclysm.
The reign of the human race dwindled swift and sudden.
Few were able to survive it, pokemon were spared from it.
A thousand years have since passed, and humankind is still small in number.
The Cataclysm had forever scarred the Earth, creating Mystery Dungeons in its wake.
Forced to adapt, human and pokemon alike forged a similar language.
Humans developed Aura abilities and a greater stamina with the aid of Lucario and Riolu companions.
Pokemon developed an understanding for written language and technology.
And yet...
The world has forgotten the Chosen One's name.
They have forgotten his legend.
And after these thousand years, few remain to remember his Legacy.
The Legacy of the Chosen One.
This is the (really short) Prologue of my first story: The Legend of the Chosen One.
Something I must mention right now is that I am not new to writing; however, I have not written in a few years so I am going to be a bit rusty. This story was originally going to be under a different name but the way I had originally planned was not going to work in the intended way. I loved the Mystery Dungeon series and wanted to somehow incorporate it with the Anime, and also try to explain how the pokemon in the PMD games even know what a human is. Be on the lookout for the first chapter!
