Disclaimer: If I owned Pokemon, you would be playing this story.
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People and Pokemon were at ends. There were killings for no need, for Luxary use and nature was being wasted. So long can a planets inhabitants take it without striking back. It started when a tyrant called Iggypop to started a coup de grace and killed the good king. His reigne scorched te lands and taxed man and pokemon alike of pleasure. Since then the balance was disrupted pokemon stopped working with people. Beside people and the pokemon companions most connection was severed.
Today I would forge a weapon that would aid me on my quest a sword that vengeance agans armes done. Something to free the land of the siege that held it. With Freks (Charmander) and Shade (haunter) helping me forge nd giving me strength. Again his arm rattled at the force of his hammer blows. He quenched the hot metal and a hiss of steam shot up from the barrel. As he wiped the sweat of his brow he sighed, it was a good start, many more hours ahed. "can you turn it up Freks? Im ready to etch the ruins" he grabbed the tongues and the chisel. He was Ready to Recall the words in the nature language. He had all of the elements around him and now he just had to call one out. Water was his choice, because it is the source of life. Everything relies upon it.
"Shade, I need your help," a faint chill hit me from my left, "im here"
The heat burned his Knuckles and singed his hair as he gripped the white hot metal with his smith tonges, he gave a harrumph he had been working several hours on this special piece. He had to prepare days talking with his partners trying to convice them he had good motives. For what he was doing today was special indeed he was working in unison with a pokemon. He convinced the pokemon to use his abilities to help make an extraordinary weapon imbued with the spirit of the pokemon.
He had been working for his whole life as a a apprentice smith under special tutolage of smithy Johan airwalker to acquire the special technique of etching ancient pokemon human Ruins. The technique that had all been lost because people had lost touch with pokemon. The harmony of nature had been disturbed for a long time and rust was lost. But there had been a time when people worked with pokemon and the pokemon used their strength to help people in their daily task. Smiths were able to forge weapons with the raw power of nature. Fire, air, earth, water, weapons would have a tremendous force to use if necessary to defend the home. Pokemon would give their powers to the weapon. The Only difficulty was you had to have a ghost pokemon around. With their psychic ability and the language of native you could get such a power.
But the times changed and hearts blackened.
Water, is life, was what I chose to say in the language Frecs used his physic to put a mental energy on it that would call to the water around it and use its gifts. I was careful not to make any mistakes as I Showly hammered the glyphs into the sword. Every detail being crucial a mistake would not have the same effect. The metal started to dull as I slowly let the metal cool after the ceremony.
"That was a long day eh fellas thank you for your help." I walked out of my forge feeling hungy, tired, and fully satisfied.
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A/N This story is going to be epic length. I am not to fond of romance so there will be little/no romantic situations involved. And yes, I know I havent revealved the main characters age/name/anything. This is deliberate, all will be revealed in the second chapter.