Hi there, the name's Zephyr and this is my first attempt at writing my own fanfiction. I've been around on the site for a while, but now I figured I'd finally give it a whirl. Hopefully the pioneer chapter goes down well with everyone. If you have any feedback, just let me know through a review or PM. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
Prologue Entry One: The Sleepy Forest
A light breeze wafted through the dense foliage, bringing an early morning chill to the residents of the forest. The sun only just barely peeking out from over the horizon, ready to welcome the world to a new day. As the morning sun continued to rise, the inhabitants of the forest and the surrounding areas began to rise with all of them being awoken by the natural light.
However, this is not the case for a certain creature. A small blue figure darted between branches high in the trees, trying to find its target. It slowed when it's quarry came into view, with the softest of movements, the blue figure began to crawl along the branch until it was directly above its desires. A small growl escaped the creature as it prepared to pounce…
…Or at least it would have pounced if it hadn't forgotten that the cool air and moisture had made the branch it was perched on slick and hard to grip onto.
With a small yelp the creature promptly did a 180-degree flip and planted face first into its prey, completely ruining it's attempt at a cool entrance and a clean meal. The pile of berries that was neatly stacked into a pile on the ground now had two cobalt coloured legs and tail sticking unceremoniously out from it, slightly wiggling in an attempt to free the main body from its new prison.
With a mighty heave, the small creature erupted from the squashed berries and landed on its legs with its upper body dripping with Oran berry juice. Reaching a small paw up to its face, it wiped off as much of the juice as it could before it stained its fur. Looking at now mostly ruined pile of Oran berries in front of a large cave, the creature spun around and promptly smacked its head into a nearby tree.
"Stupid!" It yelled with a boyish voice, before taking another whack at the tree with his noggin, "Now it's all ruined, why do I have to do this every single time?!" The juice coating its body flew off with the violent assault on the tree, revealing the creature to be something akin to a blue jackal, standing on its hind legs with two long ears and small muzzle, a natural black mask around its eyes like a raccoon. This creature is known as a Riolu, a Pokémon and, in this case, in danger of brain damage. The Riolu looked once more over to pile, approaching it with small steps before stopping and breaking out into a grin.
Sitting to the side of the pile, were a few non-maimed Oran berries. "HA!" The Riolu shouted before crossing his arms, "I knew I wasn't a complete failure this time, I just need to practice more for the next time!" The Riolu laughed loudly for a moment before bending down to grab the Oran berries, but before he could pluck the first one from the ground, a gruff voice made him freeze.
"Nice landing, a solid 8/10." Stated the voice as Riolu slowly turned around with a frozen expression, "Too bad there won't be a next time you damn little Bluk berry." A venomous tone entered the voice with that last sentence. Blinking to regain some composure, the Riolu managed to recognise the other voice as an Ursaring.
Riolu blinked quickly before registering the threat, the Ursaring continued. "Every single weekend I wake up to you crumpled in a heap in the berries I pick." The Ursaring folded its arms before intensifying the withering glare it was directing at the Riolu. "So why don't you run along home before I decide I'm hungry enough the munch on a little toothpick like yourself Luke."
The Riolu, now known as Luke, shrugged his shoulders before grinning up at the imposing bear. "C'mon Basil, you and me both know that you'd never catch me, not with my *agility*". Basil barely had time to realise that last word was spoken just a little too loudly before Luke shot away into the distance.
As the gears in Basil's head began to turn his face slowly morphed into a menacing snarl before roaring at the small blue speck in the distance. "DAMN YOU, YOU LITTLE RUNT! IF I CATCH YOU HERE AGAIN YOU'LL HAVE TO FACE MY WRATH!" With the Riolu gone with the wind now, Basil turned around and lumbered back into the large cave, muttering about how it was too early for this crap.
With a large amount of distance covered between himself and the irate bear, Luke skidded to a halt in front of a large lake, desperately needing to bathe off the sticky residue from the Oran berry disaster and to cool off from the run. Squatting down in front of the crystal-clear water, Luke stuck his head into the cool water for a few seconds before recoiling from the water with a sigh of relief. "Ahh…. That's more like it." He stated softly while sitting down with his legs crossed, "but now I actually have to go collect some food before I wash off properly. Somehow the food always tastes that bit more delicious when it comes from the cranky bear's stash" Luke quickly hopped up and began to search the nearby berry bushes for a potential meal, getting something now before other Pokémon had a chance to wake up and collect something for themselves almost always secured the finest berries.
It wasn't as if Luke couldn't get his own food, nor did he antagonise Basil for no reason, that bear had it coming for attacking a few of his friends at the lake for no reason. Luke himself was fairly well liked around the forest with most Pokémon behaving friendly towards him. Riolu and their evolved counterparts, Lucario, always had a bit of a reputation of being cool and mysterious. Luke barely fit the bill at all, his earlier stunt with the berry pile showcasing his failed attempts at fitting the stereotype.
With a reasonable number of ripe Pecha and Oran berries piled at his feet, Luke kicked back against the soft grass, bit into an Oran berry and watched as the sun reached rose ever higher into the sky, wondering just what today might bring.
