Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, and any other previously created entities. Game Freak and Nintendo does in an arrangement they created for themselves. I do, however, own my original creations. Do not use them without permission. This disclaimer applies for all chapters submitted for this story.
Some notes before we
begin-
I tossed around the
idea for this in my head for a while before getting it on paper. I
know this chapter is very short, think of it as a teaser of things to
come and an indication of my writing style. I haven't tried writing
any fanfiction in months, and I abandoned my only other published
project. I like this idea significantly more, so we'll see how it
develops.
The Letters: Prologue
I'm sure most everyone's been to a post office. You've all seen the P.O. Boxes, waited in line to send a package, stared at the framed stamp montages that line the walls. Thousands of items of mail go through a post office every day, so it's not often that a piece of mail would be considered strange. Today, however, happened to be one of those days.
Pierre was the worker who noticed the letters first. He was a tall, svelte man in his 20s, with vibrant red hair that almost seemed to be on fire. That fire didn't apply to his personality today, however, as he was lethargically staring at the mail sorting machine drop mail into the different carts, to be pushed torward Jeeps that lay waiting for their next trip. That is, until he noticed 9 pieces of identical mail that looked rather strange shoot out of the machine into the Indigo Plateau cart.
The envelopes in question were not of the regular white variety, but of a more aged, tan paper. The address was scripted in a fancy, almost illegible typeface, and rather than being closed with glue or tape, they were sealed with wax that was embossed with a scripted G over a stylized depiction of a Master Ball. Considering the recent scares of terrorism at the politically prominent Pokémon League, he quickly pulled them out of the bin, and yelled for his supervisor.
"Hey, Karen, come take a look at this..."
Karen strutted into the room, obviously perturbed that she was disturbed from whatever menial office work she happened to be doing. She aged well coming into her early thirties, and was blessed with wavy brunette locks, the body of a goddess, and a brilliantly manipulative personality. She used her looks and intelligence to make an "impression" on management and was mover in the post office world.
Today, however, she was regretting moving up in the world, and was ready to unleash her wrath . She snapped at him "What is it NOW?"
"Uh, look at these..." Pierre stuttered, lapsing into his French accent before handing the 9 letters over.
Karen muttered to herself, "Let's take a look at this...". Her first thoughts were Why the hell would he bring me in here for some rich asshole sending invitations to his friends? before she flipped through the letters and noticed who they were addressed to. Red, Blue, Lance, Gold, Silver, Brendan, May, Wally, Steven. These are all highly talented Masters and very prone political targets. She then turned the letter over and noticed the seal. Ah. This is how he makes his comeback.
"Pierre, do not disturb me for simple matters such as this. It is obvious some affluent old man wishes to entertain these Masters to the idea of attending a party. In the future, use your own judgment." Pierre watched Karen as she slipped the letters into the cart, and walked out of the room. Little did he know the carnage they would wreak.
Like I said, very short, the actual first chapter is coming very soon. Please review.