This is gonna be my first fiction, but I have read many and am aware of the basic structure... I hope. Enjoy! Oh yeah, almost forgot the... DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon or anything related to it, but this IS my story.
22nd Century
The woman ran blindly, her gored arms creating a protective arc around her child. She glanced around in panic, willing herself to pick up speed. Loud animal cries could be heard behind her, baying for blood. She sped on-wards.
The ground was getting more green, plants starting to populate her route. A stray root clasped her foot, bringing her to the ground. The cries got louder.
She stood up, muscles rippling from exhaustion. A faint glow enveloped her as she took a protective stance around her child and prepared to fight...
An eerie silence occupied the forest, broken only by the crunches of snapping twigs. A tall, white creature was plodding down the invisible path, breathing heavily. It's legs ached and it was hungry. It stared longingly at a passing food cart, before forcing itself to look away.
It left the woods and turned left – not its normal route – into a wide field, full of towering wheat and corn. A small path was visible, plants torn out of the ground and pushed aside. It noticed an area of flattened crops and went to investigate, pulling back the long grass to uncover a gruesome sight. A woman was lying on the floor; or what was left of her.
Her head was a mass of visible tendons and muscles, a few patches gave glimpses of bone. The rest of her body was in the same state, her clothes in shreds. Despite this, her old beauty was still apparent, making the sight even worse.
The creature pushed itself forward, trying to hold back the vomit at the back of it's throat. It began to check for a pulse, before realizing it's stupidity. There was no hope for this one.
The creature stood up, tears in it's eyes, snapped off some grass and covered the poor woman, silently whispering a prayer. It began to walk away. Then it heard a cry.
It rushed back, digging away at the recently made shroud,trying to find the source of this helpless sound. It found nothing. It stood up to walk away, but again heard the muffled sound.
He returned to the scene and, muttering apologies, pushed the woman over, uncovering a badly injured baby. It's breathing was slow and laboured, it's eyes closed. The creature knew that without medical assistance, the baby wouldn't last the night.
The creature's eyes closed tightly, tears rolling down it's white cheeks. It made up it's mind and nodded fiercely. It slowly began to spin on the spot. A murmur left it's mouth, a mixture of recognizable words and incomprehensible noises. A small ring of blue aura grew around him.
The baby's light sobbing slowed, it scars closed. The creature span faster, the aura rising. Barely visible now due to the spinning ring surrounding it, the creature let out a shrill, distressing cry. The aura roared fiercely and rose even more, surrounding the baby. Then it disappeared in a powerful flash of light.
The infant was left alone, sleeping. The creature had gone. From above, a large animal dived downwards, sensing easy prey. It opened it mouth, readying it's fatal blow. The, as quickly as it appeared, it shrieked and flew away.
The sky was silent now, except for the roaring of a single ball of aura, flying out of sight.
16th Century
The two swords clashed against each other, their bearers grunting, sweaty faces twisted in focus as they fought for dominance. Both fighters were in their late teens, heavily muscled and dressed in brown, leather armour. That is where the familiarities ended.
The one on the left was tall and slender, with ghostly white skin and long white hair. His slightly sunken eyes were green, with a scar across his right cheek, ending just above his mouth.
His opponent was a polar opposite. His tanned skin, black hair and blemish-less face gave the young man a mysterious feel. He had deep blue eyes; currently closed, and was about a foot shorter than his opponent.
The ravenette's arms gave way, earning a small cut across his back as he rolled away from the powerful blow. He stood up again, panting in exhaustion, and returned into a fighting stance.
Lunging forward, he reached his sword towards his opponent's left side, before twisting round and striking to the teen's right. His opponent realised the dummy slightly too late to dodge, forcing him to use his sword to block the blow. His eyes widened in surprise as his katana shattered, having just enough time to jump ungracefully onto the sandy floor.
The ravenette now towered above him, a slight smirk on his face. His eyes darted left and right, looking for a way to escape. They settled on the bamboo fencing of the arena. Faking an escape to the left, he dashed forward, snapping a piece of the fence into a makeshift sword.
Using his enemy's surprised to his advantage, the snowy-haired teen dashed forwards, slicing rapidly at his opponent, leaving him with red marks and causing him to drop his sword. He slashed at the ravenette's legs, forcing him to his knees. Picking up his opponent's sword, he brought it to the shorter man's neck.
Three taps on the sandy floor signified the battle was over.
Both fighters shook hands and walked to the edge of the ring, chatting between themselves. They climbed over the fencing, heading towards the small village about half a kilometre away.
A small, wrinkled old man hobbled up behind them, clapping furiously. He was dressed in a black kimono, a large, green snake-like dragon stitched neatly onto the back, with a smaller version across his chest.
The two fighters turned around and, seeing who it was, bowed, rising again at the old man's slight, hurried nod of his own head. He laughed excitedly, his words coming out rushed.
'Amazing! That false swipe from you, Mato, and that ingenuity of the bamboo Tan! Amazing, great! Just wow!'The two teens wore bemused smiles at the old man's behaviour, speaking in unison.
'Arigatou gozaimasu, Elder.'
'Nono, thank you! I've never seen such a great battle in my life! I expect great things from you two in the tournament tomorrow. Great, great things.'
He hobbled away, still chattering in excitement.
The tournament was an annual event of the village. It was a test of three things: swordsmanship, archery and the village favourite, pokémon training. Everyone from the village flocked around to see trainers masterfully commanding pokémon to do clever tactics and powerful moves in order to win the battle.
But there was more to the tournament then just that. Many of the competitors aged 16-18 were being judged, to see which way of life they would take. The majority of the men opted for swordsmanship, training many hours a day in order to achieve mastery. Women often went for archery, a slightly safer profession, but more skill required.
But few chose to be a trainer, as it required dedication and a strong bond, which could result in the losses of pokémon being devastating for the trainers. Both of the other paths offered pokémon too; fearows and pigeots for the archers, and ursarings and pangoros for the swordsmen, but these paths felt it was easier to protect your friends and pokémon.
There was one more path, reserved only for the elder or one of his choices. It incorporated all of the other paths, and required a lot of skill.
It was the path of the Protector.
Decided to merge first two chapters, and add time thingys...
SO SORRY I haven't updated. I have 3 words, 'College' and 'Steam games' ...
I will try to update soon...