Introduction: The Days of Old
In the days of old, as the legends that we know today were still being established, there was great division amongst the nations of the world. Kanto and Johto, being neighbors, remained constant allies, but all other parts of the world refused to interact with the others unless it was for the sake of war.
War was common in these times. There seemed to be constant strife for everyone because of the power hungry warlords who ruled the lands. Nations were always at war with each other. The main form of fighting was not with their Pokemon, however, but with knights. These knights were able to harness the power of a Pokemon under certain circumstances. Knights of any of the 18 types existed and fought for their ruler in order to ensure victory.
The warlords were considered the most powerful of them all. Each warlord had been able to harness the power of a legendary Pokemon. Kanto was ruled by one and only one ruler, Lady Emma, who holds the power of Mew. Johto was divided into two different sections, the east and the west, and was ruled by twin brothers, Jacob, the owner of the power of Ho-oh, and Joshua, the wielder of Lugia's power.
Hoenn is split into three kingdoms ruled over by three powerful warlords. There is Terra of the Volcano and desert region, Ventus of the south, and Aqua of Oceania. Just their names tell of what power they have, but I will tell you in case you didn't quite get it. Terra wields the land forming power of Goudon, Aqua carries the rain bringing power of Kyogre, and Ventus holds the mighty power of Rayquaza.
Next, there was Sinnoh. Sinnoh also has three distinct kingdoms. Similar to Johto, Sinnoh is divided into the west, ruled over by Masaru of the power of Darkrai, and the east, ruled over by Amaya of the power of Cresselia. The third kingdom of Sinnoh was the three small islands in the northeast, that were ruled over by Atsusa, who controlled Heatran.
Then there was Unova, quite possibly the most divided of all the nations with four seperate kingdoms. The area in the northwest was ruled by Aden with the power of Reshiram. The southeastern part was ruled over by Elysia with her power of Zekrom. The northeastern part that bordered the ocean and had many caves was ruled over by Eis, who used the power of Kyurem. These three were great allies. The fourth part of ancient Unova was the small part located off the main land that was ruled over by Azmera, who controlled the power of Landorus.
Finally, there was Kalos. Kalos was divided the same way it was today, Central, Coastal, and Mountain. Central Kalos was ruled over by Seraphim, the wielder of Xerneas's power. Coastal was ruled over by Morell, keeper of Yveltal's power. The final ruler was Absalom of Mountain Kalos, holder of the power of Zygarde.
Each ruler was, in their own right, very powerful and never willing to give in. You may also notice that not every Legendary Pokemon belonged to a warlord. At this time, the Legends of Mewtwo and Genesect were yet to even be close to being created. No, they would not come along for hundreds of more years. Others, however, that were around at the time, had given their powers to warriors they deemed worthy. Many of these knights served the many kingdoms. Others were wanderers and roamed the world seeking out their own ideals. And yet, others still were able to remain hidden from the world until the time is right.
Now, you may be wondering how the knights and warriors were able to wield the power of Pokemon. Its very simple, really. When a Pokemon deemed a human worthy, then they would initiate the transfer ceremony. By holding out a weapon, the Pokemon would seal its life force within it until it was broken, giving the owner its powers, and, in turn, becoming that person's Spirit Pokemon. In a sense, this could be compared to modern day capturing. However, the blade could only hold one Pokemon. In addition, battles were not fought between two Pokemon as we think of it today, but instead by two humans using the power of their Pokemon partners through their weapon. In addition to this, Pokemon evolution was still achievable when they were within the weapon. If a warrior were to battle constantly, their Pokemon spirit would recognize that, and transform into the next stage of that Pokemon's evolution.
Warriors of this time heavily based their style of fighting on their Spirit Pokemon. Not just their fighting, but almost all of their life would be bound by their Spirit Pokemon. The armor they wore would be similar in appearance to their Spirit Pokemon. Even their personality would match that of their Spirit Pokemon.
Now, our story begins with a young boy living in Kanto. His name was Dante and at the young age of sixteen, he become a legend all his own. His father was a noble knight in service of Lady Emma. He was a wise battler and known throughout the land. Sir Edmond was his name. At this time, he was the only person in the world to obtain an Alakazam for their Spirit Pokemon. Sir Edmond was known to be the greatest strategist in the world.
But, this story is not about him, this is about his son.
Young Dante was exploring the fields of Kanto outside the settlement of Pallet. He had short, brown hair that he kept neat and piercing blue eyes. He was tall and very fit. He generally wore a nice, blue dress shirt and dark dress pants. On this particular day, the sun was shining bright, but it looked as if dark clouds were approaching. Not just any clouds though, storm clouds. Storms like the clouds brewing on the horizon were unnatural at this time of the year.
"I guess Unova or Hoenn must be invading again" Dante sighed to himself. The storm clouds were characteristic of the powers wielded by kingdoms in those two nations. Seeing as how Kanto only had one ruler, the other nations constantly invaded. If it weren't for Kanto's alliance with the neighboring Johto, then the whole nation might have fallen already.
The storm approached faster than expected. Dante didn't have time to get back to his home in Viridian. Instead, he had to take cover in a small alcove nearby as it started pouring down on him. The rain, never ceasing, poured down. Dante half expected there to be an army behind the rain, ready to strike, but they never did come.
"Maybe another day then" he said to himself. It was then that he decided, since no troops were in sight, that he would run back to his home. Dante ran and ran as the rain washed over him. As he ran, he came upon an eerie sight. There, in the mud, was a large orange lump. This lump peaked Dante's interest, so he got closer to see what it was.
A young Charmander. The poor Pokemon was stuck in the rain with nowhere to go, laying face down in the mud and unable to move. Dante looked at the pathetic creature and saw its tail. As known to many, the flame on a Charmander's tail represents how close it is to death. This particular Charmander had its tail flame near the very last ember. Danto looked on in horror as he saw that this young, defenseless Pokemon was on the verge of death. He took off his shirt and wrapped the poor Charmander in it and began to sprint to his house. His mother was a healer and would know exactly how to help.
As he kept running, he could tell that the Charmander was getting closer to its final breath. Dante ran and ran, never stopping to catch his breath until, finally, he busted into his house, shirtless, soaking wet, and with a dying Pokemon in his arms.
"Mother quick!" Dante exclaimed "This Pokemon is in dire need!"
His mother, a beautiful woman of around 40 with long, auburn hair, came and unwrapped the Charmander. She began warming up water and mixing in as many herbs and berries as she saw fit to help this young Pokemon from dying. Finally, when her brew was ready, she gave it to the Charmander in spoonfuls until, finally, its tail began to glow brightly.
"He should be fine, now" Dante's mother said as she lay the Charmander down. "Its lucky you found him, though, or else he might have been gone for sure."
"I could not just leave him there" Dante responded.
"I know. Your father would be very proud of you Dante" his mother said as she went bed.
Over the remainder of that night, Dante could not sleep. He kept checking on Charmander to make sure he was okay. Finally, as he was on the verge of passing out, he felt a nudge on his side.
"Char" he heard Charmander say as he opened his eyes to see the young Pokemon right at his side.
"Oh, hello" Dante said "I see you are feeling better now. That's good"
"Char!" the young Pokemon said happily. It was at this moment that Dante could feel it. It was something that he had never felt before. It was as if he and Charmander were becoming one being. He was able to completely understand what Charmander said.
"M-me? You think I'm worthy?" Dante asked
"Char char!" Charmander nodded, affirming that he did believe so.
"What am I to do then?" he asked
They both looked into each other's eyes and knew.
"Right then. Wait right here. I'll be right back" Dante said as he left to go to his own room.
When he cam back, Dante held with him a sheathed sword. He unsheathed it to reveal the most beautiful silver blade with a crimson hilt. It was a long sword that could easily be carried with just his one trained hand.
"This sword was a gift from my father" Dante said. "He won it in a battle while fighting in Kalos. And proceeded to give it to me for my sixteenth birthday."
Charmander slowly nodded his head. Dante got down and presented the sword in front of the young Pokemon.
"Charmander, if you deem me worthy, will you do me the honor of being my Spirit Pokemon?"
"Charmander! Char!" Charmander exclaimed as a bright, orange light enveloped his body. The light formed a ball and took Charmander with it. When it was done, the ball of light that once was Charmander hit the blade, enveloping it in that same light. The light shone birightly throughout the house, waking up Dante's mother and two younger siblings. They all came out to see what was taking place. When the light finally faded away, Dante held his blade in his hand. The blade was no longer silver, but a fiery orange. The hilt remained the beautiful crimson color, but now, the end of the sword resembled the flame of a Charmander's tail. Dante looked on with amazement at how the beautiful, Kalos crafted blade was no even more stunning then it was before.
"Well..." Dante's mother said in awe "It seems as if you, my son, have found your Spirit Pokemon."
Dante nodded.
"What will you do now son?" she asked
Dante stood up and sheathed his sword.
"Tomorrow morning, I want to set off on a journey" he said
"And whatever for?" his mother asked, concern in her voice
"I want to be a great warrior just like father. I want to roam across the world fighting great battles and serve Lady Emma to the best of my ability. But most importantly, I want the chance to fight in a battle and travel to these distant lands at my father's side."
Content with his answer, his mother nodded slowly as tears began welling up in her eyes.
"Go to sleep now dear..." she said as she began to cry. "Tomorrow morning you will set off to the city of Saffron to meet with your father. It will be a two weeks journey, and I know you can make it there. I will send a Pidgey to your father with the details of what has happened."
"Th-thank you mother" Dante said as he went off to bed
"Soon..." his mother whispered to herself as Dante left the room. "Soon, you will be just as great, if not better a warrior than your father."
A/N: So here's my try at something a little different! The idea literally came to me this week when a friend of mine was giving a mock lesson about swords and knights and I thought it would be interesting to apply to Pokemon. It then grew into this, and now I hope to make this a part of the Nova series, even if it is incredibly different from my other stuff. So, here's the gist, I want you all to PM me some warrior OCS. They can be of any Pokemon except for the legendaries and any modern day Pokemon. These include the Porygon line, Ditto, the Klink line, and the Elgyem line. An OC form will be following this introduction shortly. I hope this is as well liked as The Nova League Chronicles is!