So I was playing Crystal Version earlier today and I decided to write a multi-chapter fic about Kris and her adventure in Johto. The title will make more sense as you read. Here's the prologue.
Prologue: Five Years Earlier
It had been all over the news in each of the five regions. Every reporter from Hoenn to Unova struggled to get on the scene; filling in viewers who were only passing through the Pokemon Centers all the way to old men and women trying to figure out what was going on. According to the victim; it had been a simple weapon. But her bravery was no match for the hand crafted double barrel handgun that had nearly ended her life. Even people who had never heard of her were scarred by the actions of the now feared Archie. His face was on every bulletin board, telephone post, street corner, and alleyway in all five regions, not one person didn't know about him. Shortly after this, "unnecessary" precautions were taken. All trainers under the age of sixteen were forbidden from owning or training pokemon. Friends, partners, and even families were separated with heartless brutality and the pokemon were released immediately. Krystal Amestad, or Kris as she was more commonly called, was eleven years old at the time. She was not excluded from the brutality of the Silph Co. representatives. They had found her in Azalea Town, healing her three friends. Upon examining her trainer's license the "monkey suits", as everyone called them, literally tore her Chikorita from her thin arms, as well as the recently healed pokemon and released them outside. She would never see them again. She, like other trainers that she saw in town, was screaming bloody murder at the monkey suits, trying to get them to stop. The brutality continued for many weeks after Kris returned to New Bark Town. Her dreams were plagued with the sad cries of pokemon and trainers alike. More than once or twice she awoke in a cold sweat as she relived the release of her own pokemon. This rude awakening was often followed by tears streaming down her face and her mother's warm arms engulfing her thin frame. Shortly after her twelfth birthday the bad dreams finally ended. A week after this, she discovered that her longtime rival, Silver, had joined an underground league for underage trainers. Underground gyms were opened in each of the regular towns. Kris decided not to get involved with this ring even if Silver was. Her one underground "adventure" was a quick battle with Silver outside of Violet City. He used a well-trained Cyndaquil while Kris used a Sentret that her childhood friend, Gold, had caught her for her birthday. Surprisingly enough it had been Kris who won the battle that day. She kept the Sentret and only brought him out at night to sleep on the foot of her bed. Her caution with the poor pokemon was high; never taking it out of the house. When the monkey suits arrived for the monthly check, her Sentret was quickly hidden. So far it hadn't been discovered.
Years passed; while Silver still traveled the underground, making contact with Kris every few months or so, Kris stayed in the safety of her home in New Bark Town. As she aged, hormones raged and hidden feelings surfaced. Silver's letters to her bore gifts of all kinds, whether it was a picture of some kind or even a souvenir. She looked forward to each one of Silver's letters. As she read and reread each one, Kris realized something. The day of her sixteenth year arrived, as did her official trainer's license. It was time to find Silver.
Well, what do you think? Reviews and Thoughts are defiantly welcome.
