Disclaimer - I don't own Pokemon. That honor goes to the Pokemon Company, and is the brain child of Satoshi Tajiri. All the OC's are based off of real people, and used with their permission.
In the town of Pallet, in a small bedroom on the second floor of a perfectly ordinary house, a young girl tosses fitfully in her sleep. A storm blows around the town, with rain pelting the ground. Large puddles form in the middle of the road ways, and the gutters were overflowing. A light switches on in the kitchen, as a couple move in. Despite the rain outside, their conversation is quite animated.
The wind outside shifted, causing the rain to lash on the window. The girl woke with a start. Shocked by a lightning cascade from the sky, she tucked herself within her blankets, attempting to find safety within, curling between her plush Pikachu and Eevee. The family Persian, who had been sleeping at the foot of her bed moved closer, taking a defensive posture and watching the girl. Her heart jumped once more, as another crack of lightning struck, followed by the pattering of tiny feet at her door. In one quick movement, a boy, smaller than the young girl, threw himself against her tiny frame.
"Lil, I scared". He said, as he curled up next to the girl. Sighing, she passed her stuffed Pikachu, pressing it into his tiny frame, and cradled him closer.
"It's ok, Nick. Go to sleep." She whispered, gently stroking his hair, in an attempt to calm him. Slowly, the boy drifted back to sleep in her arms, as the storm outside slowly eased down to a more gentle rain, like an animal seeking its own slumber.
She could hear clearly now, the sounds of her parents from the floor below. Her mother was yelling, something that the tiny (almost) four year old hadn't heard before.
"John, you CAN'T go! You have kids! Nick is only three years old. Lilly is turning four tomorrow. You can't go." The sound of a woman's cry could be heard as her voice broke from the shouting.
"Mary, my love, I don't have a choice. I was drafted. There is a war going on out there, and the army is getting everyone they can. I am leaving in the morning. With any luck, the Rocket-Plasma alliance will be defeated within the year, and I will be home before you know it." Her father's voice was softer, soothing and calming in a way.
"And what about..." whatever her mother was about to say was cut off by the tiny girls scream. A large tree branch crashed into the wall, slamming the window opened, and the shower of rain covering her and her brother was enough to cause her to cry. The Persian hissed as its sleek coat was drenched, darting for the door. Her younger brother, Nick, sat up in shock, before also crying. Her parents could be heard moving up the stairs towards her room. Her father was the first one through the doorway, before moving to the windows and securing them closed with the dead bolts again. He was followed by her mother, who moved to encompass her two children, drawing them to her chest to sooth them both.
"John, you can't leave us. What are we going to do?" Mary whispered, and through her tiny eyelids, Lilly could see her father's shoulders slump.
"The Rocket's joined the war recently. And they are right on our door steps. What would you have me do? Without reinforcements, they could get through the army's lines, and be here in Pallet in a week." Words that Lilly didn't understand.
"What's war?" She asked in a whisper. Her father sat on the edge of her bed, taking her in his arms.
"War, sweetheart, is a bad thing. Bad men are fighting for things they don't own. But your daddy is going to go and stop them." He smiled down at her, as he brushed her hair from her crest. Her eyes started closing again, and before she knew it, she was tucked back into her bed, and sound asleep.
John kissed his daughter's crest once more, scooping his son into his arms and carrying him back to his room. Tucking his son back in, he pushed the small boys fringe from his eyes.
"Look after your sister, okay Nick?" He whispered, knowing that his son wouldn't hear him. Placing Nick's stuffed Squirtle between his sons arms, he stood, and closed both his children's bedroom doors. Hearing his wife in the kitchen, he marched back down stairs.
"I promise you." He spoke from the door way. "I will come home. I will come back to you, and our beautiful children." Mary nodded once, before embracing her husband, and weeping on his chest.
It was a month later that Mary heard a report from the war. The Rocket-Plasma alliance had received reinforcements from the Aqua-Magma group, and funding from the Galactic corporation. The war wasn't ending anytime soon.
Author's note - Hey there. This is a story I wrote in English class years ago, and I finally feel confident in finishing it and posting it here. Can't guarentee regular updates, but I will be working on this for a while. As mentioned in the disclaimer, every one of the OC's are based on the people I went to school with.
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