I stand upon a concrete bay looking forth at the overflowing waters of the ocean before me. The waves elegance enraptures me. It's mesmerizing pattern, a pattern that represented nothing other than what they gave- life to any and everything. Yet at the same time, the motion is almost as if the water was trying to say something to me. Something that could be translated from a simple representation of an idea to written language. Something I will never understand.
Alola is a small island-like region that is hidden from the rest of the world. Although many people have come here and the population flourishes, information on here often does not carry over to other regions. I put out my hand, dripping onto the air as if I could have pulled the spiritual image water's currents.
"What the hell?!" I yell as I notice the beautiful dance of the waves intercepted by a random stream- almost as if there was a thin river inside of the water. It by no means looked natural.
I moved my hand to the right. As I did so, the random stream moved with it. I moved my hand to the left, and it followed. This water was reacting to me! I can't understand what's going on in the slightest. I clapped my hands together, still experimenting with the water. The stream faded. I clapped my hands again, and it returned. I had total control over this small stream of water!
I clapped my hands once more, deactivating the stream of water. I looked down at my right hand, with an emotion mixing fear and awe into one as cleanly as red and blue paint mixing into purple. A small flowing pool of water was building up in my right hand, one that was synchronized with the pulse of my blood- as it got bigger each time my heart beat.
As I returned to the central area of Hai'lou City, I found myself face to face with flaming buildings, screaming citizens, and creatures of all types, ranging from flaming foxes with nine tails, to orange dragons with fat yellow bellies, even those red billed creatures that burned my sister alive years ago.
"These monsters! They all seem to be related to fire! Maybe somehow, that power I learned could be effective against them?"
I focused energy into my right hand, grunting and yelling in strain as I attempted to force water out.
"It's not working?! What do I do?"
"Please, help!" A woman holding a female toddler in her arms said as she scooted on her bottom onto a wall. She was cornered by the orange fat bellied dragon. There was nowhere left to run.
"I won't let you hurt my mama! If you come any closer, I'll hit you!" The kid threatened.
"No, Lola! Don't make enrage it! Run, run! I'll protect you!" The woman squealed as she put the child down and walked slowly and carefully, her body shaking the entire walk, until she finally stopped in front of the orange dragon.
My blood began to pulse in rage. Seeing that woman approach the dragon, filled my very essence with the memory of the red yellow billed monster that burned my sister alive.
"RAGH!" I screamed demonically as my fist exploded with water. A deafening whirring sound blasted as the water formed into the shape of a shuriken. I charged with all my might, leaping four feet into the air, pulling back my hand and forming it into a fist, and slamming my knuckles into the face of the dragon. Blood splashed out of the dragon's head like a fountain as I felt the skull of the dragon shatter on my knuckle. I continued to push the shuriken of flowing water until the head of the orange dragon popped right off. As the dragon's corpse and I landed, I slammed my fist into my chest, and yelled a battle cry of ultimate pride. I don't understand this power, or what these monsters are, but all I know is, I won't allow them to take another life in front of me.
"Interesting. Very interesting." Said a cloaked figure holding a red handled cutlass.
I breathed heavily through my teeth, my eyes bulging in anger.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm someone you should look up to. As I'm a slayer of these monsters, Pokemon is what we've decided to name them. Maybe someday, you can do something like this."
The cloaked figure held back their sword as if it was sheathed, although no sword holder was there. The wind around the sword pulsed into a small tornado only the size of the blade. A low pitched explosive sound surrounded the entire city, as they slashed the air. A pink crescent traveled all the way to the nine tailed fox and the red monster with the yellow bill. Both of them were slashed into thousands of square pieces.
"P-pokemon..." I gasped in awe.
