POKEMON - Sparky's Quest, Book I

Prologue: Night of the invasion.

This story is based off the famous nuzlocke challenge.

- PROLOGUE -

Nighttime. The Kanto region. The base of Mt. Moon. Wind blowing like a typhoon. A thunderstorm raging in the background.

Not the best place to be on the night a dark overlord is planning to overthrow the Pokemon world, and your friends are being pursued by a group of his henchmen.

"Ack... hurry up! They're right on our tails!" A brash young Magmar shouted to his companions, gazing over his shoulder at the pass behind them. The Pokemon Center was closed for the night.

"Charcoal, maybe it's you who needs to hurry up! You're in the back of the line!" An elderly Charizard called over his shoulder at the Magmar, eyes on the tall cliffs above. He was clearly searching for something. Or someone.

The Magmar, Charcoal, snorted in frustration.

"Can we run now and talk later, Brimstone?" He fired back at the elderly Charizard, who growled in anger.

A very exhausted-looking Pikachu, whom was in the middle of this group of Pokemon, sighed in frustration, before turning to his love, a similar looking female Pikachu, whom was holding their crying child; A very young Pichu.

"Rosebud, how's Sparky doing?" He asked his love, keeping a sharp eye on the nearby forest, poised to strike at the first sign of trouble.

The young female Pikachu said some soothing words into their child's ear, trying and failing to calm him. His cries echoed off the nearly rock walls.

"Not good, Blitz. I can't get him to stop crying." She replied sadly, tears in her own eyes.

The elderly Charizard, Brimstone, wasn't happy.

"This isn't good... if he cries any louder, he's going to give us away..." He said to his companions, continuing to watch the cliffside.

There was a good reason why they were traveling under these circumstances. They were from one of four Pokemon tribes that lived in the Kanto region. They were of Tribe Alpha, the first of the four. The other three tribes were Delta, Gamma, and Omega. They all consisted of Pokemon who insisted on living away from Pokemon Trainers and the human world in general. Located in four places humans can never travel too, attacking anyone who would dare trespass upon their land, these tribes lived in peace and harmony for many centuries, each one supporting the other.

Until the day one Pokemon, A middle-aged shiny Rayquaza named "Darkmoon", who hailed from Tribe Gamma, began to hunger for power. Ultimate power. Never-ending power. The power to command and rule all the Pokemon in the world. He made up a fake story to tell the other tribes, which states that he is searching for "True Power" in order to bring peace to all Pokemon in the world.

However, many Pokemon weren't fooled. Upon learning of his evil intentions, Brimstones younger brother, A Blastoise named "Hydroman", ordered Darkmoon to cease his search for power. But the Rayquaza disobeyed him and ran away, having picked up a lead on where some of this ultimate power may be. The other tribe leaders ordered him to cease this foolish hunt for never-ending power, but he didn't listen.

True to his findings, he had managed to find some of this ultimate power, and within two short years, it had turned the Pokemon world into a world of war; The four tribes fighting to stay alive against the endless onslaught of Darkmoon's followers. This war has raged on for decades, with many valiant Pokemon losing their life's over the course of the war. And somehow, this war has gone on for so long without the humans ever noticing it. This was probably for the best, since humans would likely get in the way of all the fighting and end up getting themselves killed. The fighting usually ended up getting pretty nasty!

Not long ago, Brimstone had managed to look up an old prophecy of the four tribes: "When evil is on the verge of overthrowing the world, The Chosen One will be born, and in the near future, he will become powerful enough to stand against the evil and destroy it." The other tribe leaders, who had long since forgotten about this prophecy, did their best to believe it as a prophecy, and not a figment of Brimstone's imagination.

Shortly afterwards, two Pikachu lovers, the male who hailed from Tribe Alpha, and the female who hailed from Tribe Omega, had a child who displayed unusual amounts of power at a very tender age. Brimstones personal advisor, an Alakazam named "Foredawn", had said himself that this young Pichu's power was beyond anything he had ever seen before. It was said this Pichu's power rivals that of six adult Richu. Brimstone was shocked, because he was sure the prophecy had come true, and this Pichu was, indeed, the chosen one.

Which was why he and his companions, even now, were making their way back to Alpha, keeping a sharp eye out for Darkmoon's minions, who had received word the chosen one had been born, and were ordered to capture him at all costs.

This war party consisted of Brimstone himself, the Magmar called Charcoal, Sparky and his parents, Rosebud and Blitz, and a Glaceon called "Deepchill".

"Nothing so far. I think we're home free." Deepchill called happily, having not seen any of Darkmoon's minions for some time.

Brimstone, however, wasn't so sure.

"Don't forget, Darkmoon's army mainly consists of Ghost-types. They could pop out at us at anytime." He called over his shoulder, now looking out into the forest while Rosebud and Blitz watched the cliff-side, Sparky now sniffling sadly.

"Yeah, we better be careful. I don't want to end up ghost-type food tonight." Said Charcoal, who picked up his pace and walked past Deepchill, who appeared to be lost in thought. Nobody was watching the pass behind them.

Big mistake.

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEHHHHHHH" Deepchill screamed bloody murder behind the group, causing all of them to whip around in shock.

Ghastlys, Haunters, Gengars, and even some Magmars, among other kinds of ghost and dark-type Pokemon, were standing there, huge evil grins across their faces. Deepchill was lying in a pool of blood at their feet.

"DEEPCHILL!" Charcoal screamed in terror.

Suddenly, Brimstones attention was called to the cliff-side nearby. More evil Pokemon were lining up atop it, starring down at them with large, evil grins.

"In the forest!" Blitz called, pointing toward the forest. Everyone whipped around to look into the forest. Even more evil Pokemon were gazing out at them.

"They got us surrounded!" Rosebud cried, gazing around in a panic.

Brimstone stepped forward, his tail burning like a firestorm.

"GHOST-TYPES! Why have you stopped us!?" He yelled fiercely. The ghost-types just laughed.

"Give us the chosen one... and we will let you live... refuse us... and die..." One of the Gengars said darkly, causing Rosebud's back to tingle in pure terror.

Brimstone, however, wasn't willing to back down so easily. Charcoal stepped up next to him, anger in his eyes.

"Never. I'd rather die then give up the chosen one." The elderly Charizard challenged. The Gengars eyes narrowed in frustration.

"Then die, you shall. KILL THEM ALL!" He yelled, and in moments, the large war party of ghost-types dogpiled Brimstone and company. Brimstone and Charcoal managed to take out a large portion of them with Fire Blast, and Blitz and Rosebud both managed to hit a fair number of enemies with Thunder, but their sheer numbers meant some still managed to slip through and hit the team.

"Brimstone, theirs too many! We'll never-" But what they would never, Brimstone never found out. At that moment, several Gengar dog-piled Charcoal. His screams of raw agony echoed loudly as they slowly killed him.

"Charcoal!" Brimstone shouted, before fire blasting another group of Pokemon away. He had spent years developing his Fire Blast into a work of art, and as a result, it was powerful enough to take out legendary Pokemon such as Entei, and even Mewtwo, in a single strike. Not to mention it had an area of effect, meaning it could hit more then one Pokemon, making it highly useful in situations such as this.

Blitz and Rosebud were badly hurt, doing their best to protect Sparky, but the ghost-types showed no sign of letting up anytime soon. They took a loving glance at each other, and at their son, and sighed sadly.

"So, this is the way it's gotta be..." Blitz said sadly. He then turned to face Brimstone, who was in the middle of fire blasting another group of Pokemon away. Rosebud and Blitz ran up to him, getting his attention, and handed him Sparky.

"Brimstone, take Sparky and get out of here, NOW! We'll hold them off!" Blitz shouted, turning to face the incoming group of Pokemon again. Brimstone looked visibly shocked.

"What!? Blitz, Rosebud, you'll never make it!" He said firmly, but the Pikachu parents wouldn't hear of it.

"Brimstone, you know there's no choice. It's Sparky they're after. You must take him and get out of here, quickly!" Rosebud said, Thunderbolting an incoming Haunter, and receiving a Shadow Ball in the chest in return.

Brimstone was unsure of what to do. Take the child and leave the parents to die, or stand his ground and risk joining them in the afterlife, and allow Sparky to fall into the hands of evil? He decided to take them up on their idea.

"Blitz, Rosebud... thank you. For everything." The Charizard said sadly, and bowing his head to the pair, as they continued fighting with all their might. They just waved back to him.

"Now go, hurry!" Blitz called out, using Thunder on an incoming Gengar.

Brimstone, Sparky held tightly in his arm, turned around and, after using Fire Blast to make an opening in the ghost Pokemon who were hovering above them like a giant dome, used Fly to take to the sky.

"Mama... papa..." The young Pichu whimpered, reaching out a hand to his parents, as if wanting them to take off and fly with him away from all this violence. Sadly, this wasn't the case.

Blitz and Rosebud watched them go, before being violently thrown to the ground by several Gengar. The deaths of the couple were slow and painful.

"MAMA! PAPA!" Sparky cried in his little voice, before he started crying again.

But Brimstone had no time to comfort the child; The ghost-types, sensing all their ground enemies were dead, rounded on Brimstone and started launching shadow balls at him. The Charizard dodged them like a professional dodge ball player.

"Hang on, kid!" Brimstone shouted, picking up speed as he flew away from the carnage below. And within a few seconds, he was out of sight.

The evil Pokemon yelled and screamed in frustration. Their target had escaped.

"WE'RE OUT OF RANGE!" A Ghastly shouted.

"The winds against us! We'd never keep up at that speed!" A Magmar cried out, shaking his fist into the night.

"We'll never catch them now! They're probably halfway to their tribe by now!" A Haunted bellowed, slamming his fist into the ground in anger.

"ENOUGH!" An elderly Gengar screamed, silencing the rest of the Pokemon. He gave them all an evil look.

"We may have lost the battle today, but never fear. We still managed to take out four of their number. We'll be victorious before long at this rate." He said in a highly convincing tone, smiling happily the whole way.

The other Pokemon under his sway all laughed darkly, before setting off for their masters lair, leaving behind the corpses of their four victims for the humans to clean up. Not only would it be a waste of time to try and dispose of the bodies, but none of them knew how to use Dig, which would make the job much easier.

"Gotta remind the boss to teach some of us how to use Dig later." The elderly Gengar muttered to himself, before taking one last glance at the four bloody bodies lying in the pass, smirking to himself for a job well done, and leaving.

Brimstone arrived at Tribe Alpha, landing safely in front of his shelter, which was two stories tall and in the shape of a giant Pokeball, except with a green top half and brown bottom half, to help it blend into the trees and rocks surrounding it.

He stepped inside and looked around. The other three tribe leaders were already there. An adult female Meganium named "Tulip", who lead Tribe Delta, a young-looking male Machamp named "Crusher", who lead Omega, and his brother Hydroman, who lead Gamma. Foredawn was there as well.

The three looked over at Brimstone as soon as he stepped inside. And were all shocked to see him holding Sparky.

"Brimstone, what happened? Where's the rest of your team?" Hydroman asked, as Brimstone stepped up to the round table they were all huddled around, looking grim.

"We were ambushed by Darkmoons forces. My team was wiped out." Brimstone announced sadly, receiving gasps from the other tribe leaders. Foredawn stepped up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"What of Sparky's parents?" He asked the Charizard, who looked over sadly.

"Gone. They stayed behind to hold them off while I escaped with their son." He replied, motioning to the young Pichu he held in his arms.

The other tribe leaders got up and walked over to him. Tulip was the first to reach him. She took Sparky tenderly from Brimstome.

"Brimstone, I..." Crusher started, but tripped over his own words. He never was good at conversations. "...I am so sorry." He finished sadly, before turning away.

"Charcoal, Deepchill, Blitz and Rosebud knew the risks well, as do we all. At least you were able to bring the chosen one back here safe and sound. You've nothing to regret." Hydroman told the Charizard, who continued to stare blankly, as if broken on the inside.

"Blitz and Rosebud sacrificed themselves so their child could escape. They went down heroes, and you know it. Don't mourn over their loss." Tulip said calmly, before peeking over at the young Sparky, who had begun to cry again. Crusher picked up the little Pichu and tickled his belly, causing the little child to giggle happily.

Brimstone just sighed.

"I can't help but wish there was something more I could have done. Something I could have done to save everyone, instead of having to watch them die." The Charizard said sadly. Having been alive for longer then most Pokemon, he had seen many a teammate fall in battle before, some he managed to save, some he couldn't. It didn't always end happily for this age-old veteran of war.

"At least they're in a better place now." Foredawn said in a comforting tone. The other tribe leaders nodded their heads in agreement.

Crusher stepped closer.

"So what'll we do about him?" He asked, pointing at the now sleeping Sparky. Despite his appearance, Crusher always did have a way with children. And Brimstone was thankful for that.

"If the prophecy is true, that Pichu will grow up to one day destroy this evil and bring peace back to our world." Brimstone said, stepping up to look down at the young Pichu, who was snoring softly.

"Let us hope that prophecy comes true." Foredawn said, taking a gaze out the window at the night sky, watching as the wind continued to rage, and the thunderstorm continued to close in on their village.