Author: Just a quick note. Read the summary first to understand what this story is all about. It would help a lot if you did. I do not own Pokémon or anything in this story other than my own created characters. Italics mean thought. In case anybody still has not read the summary here it is…
Summary: Ten years ago a disaster has occurred that brought a breaking point between pokémon and human against each other. Three years after that, a treaty was made that separated them both from each other for their own protection. Now a young teen leaves the city and embarks on a quest to bring both species back together. Does this boy have the stuff to pull this off?
Long ago, people and pokémon have always lived together alongside each other throughout time and history. Whether it was as partner and trainer, friends and family, or even comrades and enemies, we have always lived together for better or worse… I just wish that the worse part would have never occurred in our life time…
Ten years ago...
In a city called Silverfish the sky is fancy and clear as the sky can be. The air is peaceful and everyone in town was cheery and delightful of this day. Across every corner of the town people can hear children laughing and playing are they were running around with others, especially pokémon.
The grown-ups on the other hand decide to either walk around with their loving family or attend work to help support them. There were even some of them walking over to grab a bite to eat.
Yep, everyone in town was feeling delighted about today and no one was feeling in the dumps. People who are constantly upset over everything felt that this day they should relax and cool down today. Out in the outskirts of town a family was driving out into town in a regular size light blue car.
A young boy around the age of five or six with natural blue hair was facing the back view window of their automobile. Accompanying him on the outdoor views was his very own partner, an orange furred creature with two tails and a life supporter around its neck. It is a pokémon known as a Buizel.
"Dad how long do you think we might be out of town?" The boy questions his father. His dad is tall with a proper attire vest and everything. He also wears thin glasses and has a long ponytail.
"I'm not sure son, but we'll get there sooner or later, I'm sure of it." His father politely responded back. Even though there was not much information that the young boy wanted to hear, he understood that his father tries to say everything in a positive output and that was reassuring enough.
"You know dad, mom was really excited about us going in the mountains in a camping site for our vacation." The boy chirps out happily while petting on his partner's head. The weasel felt very grateful that the boy was petting her head, including behind her ears. She returns the gratitude by smothering him against his body.
"Bui- Bui- Buizel" She states. Even though the weasel's pokémon language was a mystery to humans, the young boy knew that she was thanking him.
"You're welcome Ana." The boy says smiling at his small furry partner. Unfortunately, for his age, the height between them was hardly that much of a difference. He was about two to three inches taller than Buizel.
"Now that you mention it… you are right about your mother saying something like that. Too bad she had to stay behind for a bit because of work." His father said deciding to change back into the subject. "You are acting more mature than any of the other students in your class. In fact, I heard some of the folks say the other day that you may be what they call a unique gifted bright child." His father stated with pride over his son's achievements.
"Thanks dad. That really means a lot what you just sai- wow!" He was interrupted when a sudden quake emerge.
They spun and lose control of the car. His dad steps on the brakes and stops the vehicle fearing that something bad may happen if he continues driving. The moment they stop, he dashes out of the car to see what has happen.
The young child lost consciousness for a moment until he starts to open up his eyes. He quickly releases himself from his seatbelt and stood up. He looks over to his weasel friend and saw her out cold. He saw his father outside of the car staring drastically at the opposite direction they were heading to. He was facing at their city home.
"Daddy, what's going on?" He shouts over to his dad. His father did not respond, so he continues to ask again. "Daddy, answer me. Why won't you answer me?" When his father still continues to defy answering back he thought that maybe he should look to see himself.
He turns around slowly looking over at the direction where his father was facing, until he istops by his father words when he was close to looking.
"Don't look Kenneth… I don't want you to see this." Those were the words he spoke when Kenneth tried to look. Now he didn't know what to think.
Why is father telling me not to look? Did something happen to the city? Did something happen to mom? He thought and starts feeling shaken up about all of it. He didn't know whether he should turn around or not. His mind was starting to twist and turn, until he couldn't hold himself anymore. He turns around and faces the opposite direction…
He told me not to look… Now I wish that I have never looked back…
The worse possibly thing that a young boy should ever see in his life was staring right in front of his cold startled face.
The entire city is destroyed. Kenneth and his father couldn't believe it. They were there just a few moments ago and now it's all in ruins. Buildings are in rubble, the streets are on fire, and people laid there on the ground. Nothing in there was acting peaceful anymore like how it was in the morning.
Kenneth's father notices something in the far distance somewhere in the center of town. He saw a weird looking shadow. A strong light appears from the center range of the mystery shadow creature and it was continuing to build up.
"Dad, what's going on?" Kenneth whimpers out to his dad. His dad saw him pouring out tears from his eyes begging help or comfort from his own father.
The boy's father turns his view back to the city without an answer, and he sees the source of light building up heavily. At the moment he thought that this was bad and knew that he had to get himself and the others to safety. But, before he had time to react, the town was being consume by that bright light and they felt a strong and powerful wind brush through them.
Everything went cold after that…
Present time…
It was only about a year since the whole town was finally fixed and running again. Everything is the same like before. People are cheering and delighted of this glorious day that is happening. Only there was one difference then how it was ten years ago… There was absolutely no pokémon in town.
Everywhere you look in town, whether it was the beach, park, museum, school ground, or households there was none of those species around. Where did they all left? It was not like they all disappear, but instead they are being outcast from the main lands.
Some huge disaster events have occurred that lead to this unfaithful event of banishing all specimens from the city that is not human… in other words, they have forbid pokémon from entering.
Everyone in town did not seem to mind about getting rid of them. In fact, some approve of this more than others. One individual out of the whole town disapprove of this and that person is a teenager boy currently in the school grounds. He currently wears a white collar shirt with dark blue smooth pants.
The last class of the day was done as he stood up getting ready to leave the school grounds. That was the plan, until someone stops him in his tracks.
"Ken did you forget that we have rehearsals to cover?" The young teenage girl stated angrily. She wore something similar to his, but the only difference was that she wears a stripped skirt instead of pants.
"No… I was just hoping that you would forget and I would finally get to leave early for a chance." Ken annoyingly talks back.
That was probably not a smart thing to do, for he saw that she heavily furious with him. He responds that aura of anger by stepping back away from her.
In a moment's eye, he was dashing out of the classroom and into the hallway. She ran out to the door and gave a mean expression.
"Ken! Get back here this instant!" She shouts out screaming at Ken.
Later that day, Ken is walking down the street heading to his house. The sun was already setting after he was dragged back to the class by his friend and commence with the practice. He would normally ignore it, but he knew it was a requirement for passing his class.
He arrives to his house. It is a one story normal size building with regular furniture nothing looking too fancy. He hears noises coming from the kitchen, so he decides to drop his backpack and walks over there. When he gets there his father greets him.
"Hello son, how was school today?" His father asks him politely smiling.
"Nothing… everything is great over there." He replies. Then he turns around and walks to the corridor. "I'm going to sleep."
"What? Already but it's just got dark." His father questions him. He gave a surprise look on his face.
"Yeah, I'm tired… so I want to get some shut eye." After saying that, he continues to walk to his room.
"Okay… I'll bring your food over to your room." He states with a louder tone so his son would hear it. There was no response back. That worried him a lot that nothing was said back.
An hour has passed and Ken's room is pitching black. From this one would think that he was fast asleep by now, but he was not. Over at his desk, his dinner was sitting there waiting to get eaten, but he hasn't taken a single bite. Now it's cold.
Instead he remains laying on his bed fully awake and staring into the ceiling. Many thoughts were passing the boy as he continues to remain in an endlessly train of thought.
I never thought it would have been this long… that all this happened so long ago… Ken thought well closing his eyes. If only I was older, than I could have done something…
He went to his drawer and pulls out the top shelf. There he takes out an item and lifts it over his head. The object is a ball shape device with red and white patterns. Back then it was known as a pokéball.
Sorry I couldn't help you Ana. Ken thought. He starts pouring tears to his eyes.
Author: What event has caused Ana to leave? What happened to all the pokémon? What happened ten years ago? Does all these relate to one another? Find out in Chapter 2.