[A/N: Welcome to chapter one of A Suicune's Tale, Last chapter was the Prelude. Now, I give you the true beginning of the story, it will give some insight to how the Suicune at the Pokémon school got there if you pay attention! It is time to begin the chapter! Oh almost forgot, Disclaimer! Suicune, PokeBall, and Pokémon belong to Nintendo and GameFreak!]
Chapter 1
An old story and a new plan
Unknown point of view
I guess my original interest in Pokémon began when I was a child, my mother used to tell me stories of the time one of the Legendaries came to visit our town. She had said that the Legendary had entered the Pokémon Forest with a small bundle held to her chest and had not left the forest for days, when the Legendary finally emerged from the forest my mother had said that she no longer carried the bundle and that she had been crying for a reason that no one seemed to understand before leaving soon after… The Legendary's name had been Suicune, the Northern Wind.
Years later I now realize that the winds around here always blow to the north, into the forest. It makes me wonder what Suicune could have left behind in that forest, all I know is that this has sparked a number of new rumors; there were many rumors about the forest itself that had existed long before Suicune came here though. One such rumor was that the Pokémon Forest held the fabled Pokémon School, this rumor in particular intrigued me greatly since a number of my Pokémon friends never speak of what is inside the forest.
Now at the age of 17 I'm planning to go into the forest and find out if the rumors are true, it's winter so if the Pokémon School does exist, it should be deserted. I've told a small number of my human friends that I trust completely about my plan, they warned me not to go into the forest but I won't listen… I have to know if the rumors are true, what's the worst that could happen?
Currently I was preparing to enter the forest, I had packed a small backpack with enough food for three days and I also had a tent just in case. I was wearing steel toed boots and winter camouflage that should help keep me hidden in the snow covered forest, not much later I was ready to go in…
The forest wasn't very far from my home on the edge of town so I didn't have to worry much about someone seeing me, but from the moment I entered that forest I knew that I had gotten more than I had bargained for, I had a constant feeling of being watched that persisted for the majority of my journey inside the forest. I guess the old saying still applies… Curiosity killed the cat, and in this case, I guess I'm the cat….