Heart of Fire - Starting point
Author's note: This is set after my first Fanfic: Desert Rose College Days. In a way, this is a rewrite since I didn't really like the way that Desert Rose went. However, there are some points in this Fanfic that may not make sense since I haven't written the ending to Desert Rose so I'll explain them here:
Rose is the current Champion of the Elite four, with Drake as the Dragon-type member. Snow is a Gym leader, and Raven works with her.
You do not need to read Desert Rose to understand this story - infact I don't really advise it. Everything other than the endings of the characters which don't even exist in that story isn't needed to understand this one.
Right time to get the normal parts done.
For this intire story, unless stated otherwise:
I do not (sadly =( ) own Pokemon. If I did, I swear the cartoon would be a lot different.
I do own my OC's. I kinda like them, might even draw them up someday. Who knows?
"Hey,you heard about the new girl?"
"No...I didn't even know there was one entering the school this year."
"Yeah, they say she's trying to follow in Rose's footsteps. Y'know, league champion...who isn't trying that, anyway?"
"Not another one...well, we'll see how well she holds out within the first few weeks. She'll probably break within the first day, not everyone can keep up with our standard of training."
And so on, and on, and on. Rumours were the only thing I was greeted with when I entered on my first day. Idea's of how I'm going to break under pressure, how I'm not strong enough for this. And to be honest, it worries me. After all, I have an awful lot to live up to.
My name is Sky. Sky Hackett. I've lived in the Johjo region for most of my life, near Goldenrod. I started my training at the age of ten, hoping to become a sucessful breeder. The old couple who live on the outskirts of the city were quite willing to take me on; and there I spent six years of my life. Cleaning, feeding, getting to know the in's and out's of breeding. For the first few years, I truely enjoyed it - I got to work with Pokemon I wouldn't normally see. I got to know the emotional side, the relaxed side of some Pokemon that most trainer's would never be able to draw out of the Pokemon during their travels. But eventually, I began to hate it. Jealousy took over - I wanted to be out there, in the REAL world, battling and living life how they wanted to - not confined to the small breeding house. So on my sixteenth birthday, I asked to leave and start my adventure. The old couple agreed, paying for my starting kit; a tent, blanket, some pokefood, human food, drinks, pokeballs, and even my pokedex. So off I went, into the great unknown, to search for a Pokemon to call my own.
A year later, and I'm here. Apparently, this place is the toughest school for training. Some kids join at the age of fourteen, staying on until their early twenties to get the pass they want. Any pass here though can instantly get you into a gym as a trainee under a gym leader. Some passes can even give you the right to be a gym leader. I entered purely for the experience. Rose, after all, is my idol, and she entered a college at around my age. To have a bond with my Pokemon as she does with her's would be amazing.
People here, however, don't seem very friendly. It's the first day back after the summer break and all I get are rumours. Nobody comes to say hi, nobody tries to help me find my way. Only stares, and laughs behind my back.
Maybe it's to do with how I look. I'll be honest, I'm a bit of a metalhead. I took to thrash metal like a Seaking to swimming. Due to that, I follow my own style - I usually wear a midnight black corset and flared blue jeans. Long black boots that come up to my knees - no heels though. Can't stand to walk in them. I have three bands that I wear per wrist - two near seemless silver metal bands on my left, three of the same on my right. The third band on my left is made of leather and it was given to me by my father before I became a breeder, so it means a lot to me. I'm a bit short; my hair which falls down to the middle of my back is kind of red/black/whatever shade it feels like being on the day; I'm not thin or fat either and I have a big enough chest to keep most boys staring for a while. I wear my headphones constantly - a pair of black skullcandy - around my neck, or on my ears. I also have my pokeball belt - which is black and silver - with three silver pokeballs on it. Yeah, I bought custom pokeballs - they cost quite a bit too, but its worth it. And those three are my best friends, so they deserve the best.
...Or maybe they're just staring and laughing because I'm new. And to be honest I don't have a clue what I've set myself up for.