Solareon : The Forgotten One
Chapter VII - The Legend Is Told
Alex walked through the streets, agitated. He had lost his first friend in this world, and now he was alone. Lost in misery, he did not notice the night coming on, or the city leaving him behind, and he trudged towards a dark forest. Only when he was fully overshadowed by trees did he realise where he was.
Alex quickly began to feel scared. Hoots and screams from the middle of the wood haunted him, and he stumbled. He landed on the overgrown path with a crack, and the Poké Ball containing Eevee broke away from the strap on his bag. It rolled a few inches, and came to rest at the foot of a wide oak tree. The Ball broke open, and Eevee bounded out, and helped its master up onto his feet. Trotting in front of Alex to protect him, Eevee marched forward.
Alex picked up the Poké Ball from the base of the tree, and hurried on after Eevee.
Soon they came across a small hut, half concealed by branches and vines. Almost tripping again in his hurry, Alex ran towards the shack, opened the door, and slammed it shut, making sure Eevee was in before doing so.
A cry came from behind him. "Burglar! Thief! Begone!"
An old woman charged at him with a closed umbrella, the tip startlingly sharp. Alex dodged, and the umbrella thudded into the door.
"Excuse me madam, but I'm not a thief. I just want somewhere to shelter for the night."
"Shelter eh? You'll have to prove yourself! I don't just give beds to any old Joe you know!"
Alex held out his Pokédex and offered it to the woman. She took it ungratefully.
"I am a Pokédex, given by Lance the Champion to Alex Davis. I..."
"That's enough, you can stay!" exclaimed the woman, and she lobbed the Pokédex back to Alex. He caught it in his stomach, and slipped it back into his pocket.
"Thank you ma'am." Alex said, and sat down into an easy chair, glad to be off his feet. Eevee went off guard, and trotted over to the fire, where it curled up and slept.
***
"A long, long time ago, the world was a lot larger," recounted the elderly woman, over a bowl of soup. "So large. Heh, yes indeed. Even the great dual region of Kanto and Johto were mere vilages in the country that was Mícho. The entire land was fairly flat, with only slight hillocks where volcanoes would once be formed."
Alex and Eevee listened in interest, munching on soup-soaked bread. The woman seemed to have a fear of Pokémon she had never seen before, so Porygon was enjoying a whole can of treats in its Poké Ball. Sneasel and Conker were gathered around the table as well, occasionally getting a pat on the head or a tickle under the chin from the woman.
"The legendary Pokémon still had homes to find. They travelled the world, Suicune creating lakes, Articuno moulding glaciers, Entei giving life to volcanoes, and so forth. During this time, an Aipom managed to evolve using a Moon Stone. This special Aipom managed to populate the entire planet, and its kind are now called humans. This Aipom also experimented with evolution as soon as it itself evolved, and managed to force an Eevee to evolve with a Sun Stone. A young, cute Eevee, just like this one here."
She reached over and stroked Eevee's head.
"This Eevee became the legendary that no-one knew. The first human only passed on his secret to a select few, of which I am now the last of the tribe."
The woman bared her arm, and revealed a tattoo, a design with a sun, burned into her flesh.
"Hang on!" Alex exclaimed. "That design's on my rucksack!" And true to form, he pulled his bag over the arm of the chair where he had hung it and showed her.
"I know," the woman grinned. "I would not have told you the story otherwise. You are the new start of our sect. The story goes on to say that when chaos reigns, Solareon has returned, and the Master will come and calm it. That is you."
Alex was dumbfounded. Like all Chosen Ones, he stuttered.
"But, I can't possibly be the Master! I'm just a boy! It, um..."
"You've never had the feeling that the world is in your favour? Never thought that someone was pushing you to your goal?"
Alex thought. He recalled the feeling he had had in his very first battle against Philip, where he knew instinctively what to do.
The woman grunted. "Told you. Now you know your destiny."
The table was silent. Sneasel and Conker were munching thoughtfully on their bread, and Eevee was staring at Alex. Alex was completely dumbstruck.
The silence was broken. "Later, the mountains and so forth were formed, and the Orange archepelago was formed, along with the chain of mountains that separate us from Kanto and Johto. Mícho was no longer existant, and the legendaries had settled. The world fell into the hands of humanity."
Alex just stared.
Chapter VII - The Legend Is Told
Alex walked through the streets, agitated. He had lost his first friend in this world, and now he was alone. Lost in misery, he did not notice the night coming on, or the city leaving him behind, and he trudged towards a dark forest. Only when he was fully overshadowed by trees did he realise where he was.
Alex quickly began to feel scared. Hoots and screams from the middle of the wood haunted him, and he stumbled. He landed on the overgrown path with a crack, and the Poké Ball containing Eevee broke away from the strap on his bag. It rolled a few inches, and came to rest at the foot of a wide oak tree. The Ball broke open, and Eevee bounded out, and helped its master up onto his feet. Trotting in front of Alex to protect him, Eevee marched forward.
Alex picked up the Poké Ball from the base of the tree, and hurried on after Eevee.
Soon they came across a small hut, half concealed by branches and vines. Almost tripping again in his hurry, Alex ran towards the shack, opened the door, and slammed it shut, making sure Eevee was in before doing so.
A cry came from behind him. "Burglar! Thief! Begone!"
An old woman charged at him with a closed umbrella, the tip startlingly sharp. Alex dodged, and the umbrella thudded into the door.
"Excuse me madam, but I'm not a thief. I just want somewhere to shelter for the night."
"Shelter eh? You'll have to prove yourself! I don't just give beds to any old Joe you know!"
Alex held out his Pokédex and offered it to the woman. She took it ungratefully.
"I am a Pokédex, given by Lance the Champion to Alex Davis. I..."
"That's enough, you can stay!" exclaimed the woman, and she lobbed the Pokédex back to Alex. He caught it in his stomach, and slipped it back into his pocket.
"Thank you ma'am." Alex said, and sat down into an easy chair, glad to be off his feet. Eevee went off guard, and trotted over to the fire, where it curled up and slept.
***
"A long, long time ago, the world was a lot larger," recounted the elderly woman, over a bowl of soup. "So large. Heh, yes indeed. Even the great dual region of Kanto and Johto were mere vilages in the country that was Mícho. The entire land was fairly flat, with only slight hillocks where volcanoes would once be formed."
Alex and Eevee listened in interest, munching on soup-soaked bread. The woman seemed to have a fear of Pokémon she had never seen before, so Porygon was enjoying a whole can of treats in its Poké Ball. Sneasel and Conker were gathered around the table as well, occasionally getting a pat on the head or a tickle under the chin from the woman.
"The legendary Pokémon still had homes to find. They travelled the world, Suicune creating lakes, Articuno moulding glaciers, Entei giving life to volcanoes, and so forth. During this time, an Aipom managed to evolve using a Moon Stone. This special Aipom managed to populate the entire planet, and its kind are now called humans. This Aipom also experimented with evolution as soon as it itself evolved, and managed to force an Eevee to evolve with a Sun Stone. A young, cute Eevee, just like this one here."
She reached over and stroked Eevee's head.
"This Eevee became the legendary that no-one knew. The first human only passed on his secret to a select few, of which I am now the last of the tribe."
The woman bared her arm, and revealed a tattoo, a design with a sun, burned into her flesh.
"Hang on!" Alex exclaimed. "That design's on my rucksack!" And true to form, he pulled his bag over the arm of the chair where he had hung it and showed her.
"I know," the woman grinned. "I would not have told you the story otherwise. You are the new start of our sect. The story goes on to say that when chaos reigns, Solareon has returned, and the Master will come and calm it. That is you."
Alex was dumbfounded. Like all Chosen Ones, he stuttered.
"But, I can't possibly be the Master! I'm just a boy! It, um..."
"You've never had the feeling that the world is in your favour? Never thought that someone was pushing you to your goal?"
Alex thought. He recalled the feeling he had had in his very first battle against Philip, where he knew instinctively what to do.
The woman grunted. "Told you. Now you know your destiny."
The table was silent. Sneasel and Conker were munching thoughtfully on their bread, and Eevee was staring at Alex. Alex was completely dumbstruck.
The silence was broken. "Later, the mountains and so forth were formed, and the Orange archepelago was formed, along with the chain of mountains that separate us from Kanto and Johto. Mícho was no longer existant, and the legendaries had settled. The world fell into the hands of humanity."
Alex just stared.