HEYO!
LIKE ALWAYS, I DON'T OWN POKEMON
TIME TO LEARN SOME MORE ABOUT THE MAIN CHARACTER
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CHAPTER 3- THE BEGINNING
The torchic was back home. She was back at the clan campsite. They were at the mountainside of sparkling stone. She could see the caves, stream, berry bushes, and the food piles. They were a wondrous sight to her. She observed all the members of her clan wander around. Some were communing while others were getting ready to go hunting. She eventually spotted her parents over by the nursery cave. Her body acted on its own, causing her to sprint to the cave.
She had to dodge the legs of the older members. Some noticed her running and laughed lightly. It wasn't so often that a young torchic would run at full speed through a large group. So it was a little amusing to them seeing this. She got through the crowd with no problems. As she was running on the flat ground toward her parents she tripped. The sight of a torchic tripping was common with the exception of how she tripped. She was running at a high speed so when she tripped she started rolling. This sight made the younger combusken near the cave to be consumed in a laughing fit. She rolled past them and into the cave.
She rolled into a mound of dried grass and leaves. The nest stopped her from rolling to the back of the cave and hitting the stone wall. She was dizzy when she stood up so she had to lean against the nest for a few moments. When she had her bearings again she looked around. The nursery cave was where the young were dropped off to be watched while the adults continued with their duties. The older combusken are the ones in charge of the nursery. Torchic didn't like it in here because of how boring it was. The combusken would keep them from running around the cave and have them sleep during mid-day. The nests assorted around the cave were spaced a combusken length apart. Not even the boring thoughts of this place dampened her spirits. She turned and left the cave to join her parents.
Her parents were talking to the combusken that ran the nursery. When she was noticed by her mother, she tapped her father and pointed. He turned and looked at the torchic. He smiled and crouched down with his arms out. The torchic smiled and ran into her father's embrace. He stood up and brought his mate into the hug as well. The warmth from their bodies, calming the torchic, caused the little bird to start falling asleep.
With the warmth causing her to drift off, the torchic relaxed and closed out the world. Then things got cold. She opened her eyes to see darkness. The torchic called for its parents like it did in the road. "Mommy? Daddy? Hello?" She started to tear up from being alone again. A voice echoed through the darkness but was calming; it had a motherly tone to it. "Little one, you will be the key to another's life. Your decisions when you wake will determine whether he will die or not. He saved you and now you must save him. Stay with him and trust his judgment and you will grow and will always have a family." With that she woke.
The human was sitting there finishing the sketch of the torchic in front of him. It was an image with the detail that if it were colored, could be mistaken for a real one. He then noticed the torchic shuffling. As it awoke it looked around it. Its eyes locked onto him. There they sat, eyes locked, for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually the torchic stood. It then started walking toward him, never looking away from his eyes. Soon enough she was on his right leg. While she was walking he was trying not to let his leg twitch from the tickling feeling of its talons on his pants.
With the torchic slowly creeping up his leg it was becoming harder to resist the natural twitch from a ticklish feeling. When she got to his leg, it twitched, causing her to fall off. The human laughed at this and the torchic stood up a puffed its feathers. This only caused the human to laugh more. The agitated torchic shot embers onto his pants, catching the right leg on fire. The human jumped to his feet and hopped around the cave trying to pat out the flames. The torchic was rolling on the ground, laughing at the human's silly display.
When the human finished patting the flames out, his right leg had a few holes in it. He looked over at the bird and saw it laughing. "Yeah laugh it up. I could just leave you here for the dogs." With the mentioning of a dog it stopped laughing and it was replaced with a look of fear. The human laughed lightly at the bird's reaction. "Come-on, we need to get to the city and get patched up." The torchic just looked quizzically at him. "Would you like to come with me or stay out here?" The bird chirped at him with a happy gleam in its eyes in response. He picked up the bird and proceeded to walk to the city. Not long down the road the human spoke, "I'm Daryl by the way." He petted the ruffled feathers on top of the torchic's head and got a soft chirping from the thing.
When they finally reached the city limits, Daryl acted as if he was returning from a normal camping trip. He waved at a few people that work at his house. While walking through the city, the noticeable feature is the layout. The lower class people live in the outskirts to the east, west, and south. The northern outskirts are home to the upper class citizens. After the lower class section is the middle class homes. They are nicer than the shacks that are given to the lower class. This is where the truly kind people of the city live as well as the majority. Further inward is the business section. All businesses are at the center of the city. The further northward somebody walks, the more expensive and high quality the products are. I stop at the dead center of the business center. The center contains the middle class stores, centers, and department stores. I head into the pokemon center to get checked up and have the torchic healed.
It was pleasant inside the center. Some fragrance candles were burning in front of the air vents. Wild flowers are the scent today. Every day I come here, there is a new candle burning. I'm not the only visitor here today. There are four others sitting in the chairs near the operation doors. There was a chansey sitting at the counter. It must be really busy; the nurse has four assistants helping around and they are nowhere to be seen. I walked to the chansey and set the torchic on the counter. The chansey gave a salute and carried the bird into the back room. As the first chansey walked in, another walked out and stood at the counter to help anybody else who comes in. Daryl walked over to the video phones and sat down. He dialed the number of the nearest lab and waited for the other end to pick up. After a few seconds the screen flashed blue and a man appeared on the screen. He was a man in the age range of 40-50. He wore the normal lab coat and a blue t-shirt. He had brown hair with green eyes and sported a youthful smile. "Oh, hello Daryl. What gives this old professor the pleasure of conversation today?" The professor was always youthful and cheery. "Hey Professor Jim, I called to talk to you about getting some pokeballs. If it's possible, I'd like to have some Blissballs." The professor put his hand to his chin and thought. "I could look for some in the back. I also have the pokedex registered already from when your sister got hers." He left the screen and a door could be heard opening. 'Well, glad to see somebody thought of me.' As the little brother of three, he was overlooked often by his older siblings' achievements. The professor came back on screen. "You're in luck, I have six left." The professor placed the balls and pokedex into something below his monitor and a small ding was heard from Daryl's computer and a drawer popped open. "Thanks Professor Jim." "No problem Daryl. Don't forget to call every now and then." The screen went blank and Daryl retrieved his new equipment.
Looking at the stuff he recently acquired, he thought of the difference between them and normal equipment. The Blissball was a grey sphere. It was plain but hid many features. They were almost as effective as a masterball because of the blissful state experienced while inside it. They also changed color to match the pokemon captured with it and the button in the center changes according to the gender. An example would be if a squirtle was caught, the ball would change to match the squirtle's skin color and details. It would even incorporate the shell on the back. His pokedex was a small PDA instead of a large phone-like device.
A crash was heard behind the counter which caused the attention of all who was in the lobby. Small shots of fire could be seen flying over the counter. The chansey then ran out into the lobby, swatting at its nurse had that was caught on fire. A torchic ran out after her and jumped all throughout the lobby. It eventually came to me and nuzzled my leg. Everybody in the lobby glared at me. "It's still wild. I haven't caught it yet." The torchic looked up with little black eyes like a dog would when it was begging. I leaned down and picked it up. It quickly nuzzled into the crook of my arm and relaxed.
"Hey, I got a question for you." The torchic looked up and tilted its head. "How would you like to be my first pokemon?" The torchic's eyes widened and it jumped up to Daryl's shoulder and rubbed into his neck. "Well then let's head home then." Daryl left the center to go home. After walking north through the upper class district of the city they arrived at large gates. Through the gates were a large mansion and many battlefields to the right along the fence. "I'm home, back to the tourist attraction of a home in a small city out in the middle of nowhere." The name of the city was Jarendvall. It was named after the founder of the location, Charles B. Jarendvall. His home isn't just a mansion; it was also a large farm. The Proadspire farms provided many of the supplies of the city. Most of the food and pokemon came from the farms. The herbs for medicines were also grown here. At least there was another attraction near the city to take away the heat of the trainers. There is a large wildflower patch out near the mountain that over looks the city. There many different wildflowers of many different colors grow below a sparkling sandstone cliff. He sometimes liked to camp up on top ot the cliff that overlooked most of the patch. The gates opened and Daryl started walking toward the huge construct that was his home. It was seven stories above ground and four below. It has a huge garage that housed the vehicles of the house aids and a smaller garage on the other side that housed the family vehicles.
The family garage has been quite empty for about three years. His parents died three years ago, his sister moved away four years ago, and his brother moved away six years ago. With Daryl being only sixteen when his parents died, he got the house and money. His siblings were already across the continent and had made their lives. His brother, Jonathan, became the head of some top notch pokemon research lab. His sister, Christina, became a big fashion artist. He had nothing, so his parents left everything to him. Daryl looked over to the torchic on his shoulder and tapped her with a blissball. When the pokemon was caught, the ball changed to match the appearance of the torchic. The button then turned pink, indicating it was female. With a smile on his face, Daryl spoke. "Welcome home."
WELL THAT WAS SHORTER THATN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE. CHAPTER FOUR IS UNDERWAY.