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Chapter One – As the World Turns
The sky was just a very faint blue creeping into the blackness of night only barely covering the edge of the horizon of the ocean. Stars were beginning to fade, and the waters were slowly losing the darkness they had to reflect the now dark blue sky of pre-dawn, turning it into a turmoil of sloshing, steel colored sea water.
It crashed against a large mountain side, a sheer cliff that had a protrusion at the top of it, a monumental site, hollowed, that was in the shape of a giant Sharpedo head. It was worn at, from years of salty air and storming rain. The iconic rock formation, despite it's artificial origins, was a symbol of hope and prosperity for every citizen who lived in the nearby Treasure Town, a small settlement of Pokémon who live together in peace, mostly, commercing, exchanging, and developing. Long ago, they were wooden huts lit by feeble candles. Now, with the discovery of electricity, these homes now were lit with bright, yellow glows, the Pokémon denizens learning and adapting to how human technology works at a slow, yet sufficient pace. After thousands of years of living alone, these Pokémon were not like those in other parts of the world. Across the world, Pokémon had only known how to speak their own respective languages, with very few, and rare exceptions.
However, the Pokémon of this small island continent, residing in a southern sea, were once visited by human explorers a very long time ago. The humans, using a machine developed by a Hoenn science corporation named Devon, spoke to the Pokémon, and taught them their languages.
English had become the primary language Pokémon of this small continent used, becoming second nature. It was unknown to the rest of the world, about this island now. It is assumed that deities from above make this world unknown to humans, who might destroy it for their own uses.
This made humans a very rare sight, and made them almost mythical.
However, there have been many times in the past that humans have seldom visited this reclusive land, and interacted with it's citizens.
And there is one Pokémon that had become very close to a human.
The dark waves of the ocean sloshed onto the small beach. A small, light blue creature sat on it's hind legs, overlooking the ocean, awaiting the sun to rise. She always enjoyed the pre-dawn hours, especially while waiting for the sun to rise over the mountains behind her. That's when the Krabby appeared to blow bubbles.
This Pokémon was called a Glaceon, the Ice-Type evolutionary path of the Pokémon Eevee. This Pokémon sat with a bit of a hunch. Her back was not in good posture anymore. She assumed she may have arthritis in it, which was common for Pokémon, as well as humans, to get in their old age. She watched the waves roll in silently, her gaze fixed on the freshly soaked sand. Around her neck was a light blue cloth, which had belonged to a friend she knew a long time ago.
She lightly smiled. The grey furs on her face showed age as well. She knew she was old. And she knew she has had a blessed, wonderful life of adventure and dreams-come true.
She lifted a floppy, navy-blue tipped ear slightly. Her hearing, unlike her other senses, was still as sharp as ever. She heard shuffling coming in from her east. Someone was coming down from the Wigglytuff Guild.
She turned her head to see two Pokémon trotting down the sandy slope that lead up the hill to the Guild, and to Treasure Town. A small green lizard-like creature named Snivy, and a light-golden fox with red tipped ears named Fennekin; both recent additions to the Wigglytuff Guild. Snivy was giggling to Fennekin as they walked.
"...don't have to listen to that blaring alarm call this morning, huh?" Snivy said excitedly to Fennekin. The Fennekin just nodded. He didn't speak, really. They presumed he was mute. They kept walking, the sand shifting about under their feet.
Fennekin was the first to spot Glaceon, sitting on the shores of the beach. He nudged Snivy, who turned her head to look at what Fennekin was observing. She stopped dead.
"...o-oh dear. I didn't know..."
"Didn't know I was out here, Snivy?" Glaceon jested, smirking.
"G-Guildmaster Glaceon! We... we were just..." Snivy stampered.
"Sneaking out early, again?" Glaceon turned her head, her thin ears waving in the wind serenely as she tilted her head at them.
"...yes." Snivy said. "Yes, we were!" She declared bravely. Glaceon simply chuckled sagely.
"Even at the risk of being caught by our alarm system?" She stood up, and slowly walked to them, her hind legs lower than usual; it somewhat pained her to walk now. "That mean ol' Exploud will have your heads for getting out of bed before dawn." She smiled.
"Baw, we'll show him! He doesn't scare us! R-Right, Fennekin?" Snivy turned to Fennekin, who's stoic expression changed to one of exasperation. It was clear he didn't share her opinion.
"Hmhm... well, I suppose I'll let it slide, but just this once... only if you listen to a story." her old, navy eyes sparkled with wisdom, and her whitening fur glistened, the moon, still in the sky, had enough light reflecting from it to lightly illuminate the beach.
"A story? Uh, well, I guess we can. What's it about?" Snivy asked.
"Patience, child. Patience." She said, looking to Fennekin. "Do you happen to know the move 'Ember'?"
Fennekin's expression remained stoic. He nodded robotically.
"Good." She turned back to Snivy. "Will you be a dear, and get some branches down from those trees there?"
"Branches? Uhm, okay, I can do that!" She hopped to the palm trees nearby, and got into a ready position.
"Razor... Leaf!" She said with vigor, as she swept her leafy tail, glowing rends of green light soaring from it, and cleaving the tropical tree's upper portion. It fell cleanly off. Snivy whipped her vines around it, and brought it down into the sand. She huffed. "H-How's that!?"
"Hmm... could do a bit without calling your attacks." She said, remarking how she said her attack names like commands. Snivy grinned sheepishly.
"Now, Fennekin, can you please use Ember on this bushel?" Glaceon asked Fennekin. He nodded, opening his mouth and allowing a small spark of flame to set the tree cutting into a tiny campfire.
"Now..." Glaceon slumped into a sitting position. "Sit, my disciples." She darkly joked. The two Guild initiates looked to one another with a bit of a 'Someone help us' look, as they took seats next to the small fire.
"Snivy, you asked what this story was about?" Glaceon asked.
"Y-Yes!" She affirmed adamantly.
"Hmhm... well then. This story takes place a long time ago. Back when we didn't have electric lights, engines, or those other fancy things you children play with today..." She smiled. "This takes place back when we had our first Guildmaster-"
"Guildmaster Wigglytuff! And his friend Chatot!" Snivy said, reciting what she learned from the history of the guild, in the Guild's Charter.
"Indeed! Guildmaster Wigglytuff and Chatot. This takes place when they still operated our Guild. It takes place, oh... around the time I myself joined it's ranks as a member."
"You said something before about not being shy to join back when I first visited. Were you shy about joining when you first came?"
"Oh, more than you can believe, Snivy.! I was terrified of walking over the Sentry Grate. I couldn't work up the courage to enter the building! I walked away, my head hanging in defeat."
"So, how did you join?" Snivy asked. Fennekin still looked a bit non-plussed, but was nonetheless paying attention.
"Well... I met a Pokémon who, like me, lacked a purpose in this world. We felt lost, and a bit hopeless... but, he inspired me, and encouraged me. He is, truly, the reason I am here today." She sighed happily.
"Who is it?" Snivy asked, leaning forward, her eyes sparkling in the firelight, eager to know who made her great Guildmaster who she was now.
"Patience!" Glaceon playfully hissed. Snivy recoiled and pouted. "You'll learn who they are in due time. But I better begin this story from the start. The story of... how my friend and I saved the world."