What is in a name?
Some may say that their name is simply a jumble of sounds strung together that they use to identify themselves. Some may say that their name carries meaning to who they are, that their name is a symbol of who they are. Awfully arrogant, if you ask me.
But there are some lads and lasses that see their names as a curse. A scar. A reminder of the pain and heartbreak they have endured - or the pain and heartbreak they have succumbed to.
One of these lasses was named November.
Oh, if only you had met her. A real treat she was. A tongue as sharp as swords, a mind as cruel and cunning as thieves. A heart of fire that was set on storming off to Eterna and changing her name.
If her journey had been so simple, though, there would be no story of it, nay?
And, of course, no journey can be so simple if it starts with spitting in a prince's face, or chasing your blind friend into the desert, or getting arrested by knights. Or becoming a Pokémon Gladiator.
Before we continue, dear friends, I must warn you: this folktale is not for those with gentle hearts. If that is what you want, go find the tale of The Hungry Little Wurmple. Perhaps try Spininark's Web.
For, in this story, there is blood. There is pain. There is suffering.
But there will be love. Laughter. Friendship. Dances. Maybe even some tastefully written glimpses of romance.
Are you ready then, dear friends, to turn forwards the pages and turn back the time to the days of medieval Sinnoh? For the murder and the darkness? For the sand and the blood? For the secrets and the snark? The pirates and gladiators and the oh, so snooty princes with their missing queens?
Then, let's slip into the pages, shall we?
Though, there is one final thing you must know (surely, by now, you must think I'm stalling).
Authors are bastards. They are traitors. And, above all, they are liars.
And, with that in mind, masters and squires, readers and writers, friends and foes, let us begin the tale of November: the girl who only wanted to change her name.
Welcome to a nuzlocke story. The rules are simple:
1. You may only catch the first Pokémon you see on each route (unless you have already caught a Pokémon of the same species).
2. Once your Pokémon have 'fainted' in battle, they are considered dead. You can no longer use them.
3. Nickname your Pokémon.
For this nuzlocke, I chose to play Pokémon Diamond (then, I remembered that Cynthia and a level 66 Garchomp exist and nearly slapped myself for it).
For this story, I have decided to set this story in medieval Sinnoh. Kings, queens, castles, swords, armour, the Psyduck Plague - all of it will be in this story.
Will there be death? That's for me to know, and for you to find out.
This story is currently rated 'T'. This is due to somewhat explicit (but not too explicit) language, as well as violence. However, I will soon be notching it up to 'M' because I've decided to include an intimate ~love making~ scene (not vulgar, not erotic - classy and metaphorical). Once that is published and the characters do that, the rating will jump up to 'M'.
This story is part of an expanded collection of nuzlockes. We are all handling different regions, and I'm in charge of Sinnoh. If you would like links to their stories, let me know - I will be more than happy to link you to them. You can also find them by checking out the 'community' on my profile.
Without any further ado, let the pain, heartbreak, tears, and joy of a nuzlocke begin.