What has gone before... Patrick is a fourteen year old boy who is about to
set out on a Pokemon journey unique in its own right from his newly adopted
home of Pallet.
"Do you really think your getting rid of the two of us that easily?" Angel said in an accusatory tone. She put her hands on her hips for emphasis and cocked an eyebrow. "Well?"
"You," Patrick paused, pointing a finger at himself in disbelief, "want to come with me?"
"That's right, kiddo," Ryan said in a playful manner.
"Well then, I guess we're all set to go!" Said Patrick. "Nowhere but up!"
And Now...
Chapter 6: The First Trial
In the middle of Viridian Forest, the three stopped for the night. It had been an uneventful day. They had hardly seen any Pokemon. The group had decided to set up camp by a small pond fed and emptied by two crystal-clear streams. The pond water moved slowly, but fast enough for algae not to grow. Ryan cooked dinner while Patrick and Angel set up the tents and built a fire. The two trainers let their Pokemon out to eat, with the exception of Patrick's Draigonair. "I have something to tell you," Patrick said, "but you have to promise not to get jealous."
"What could you tell us to make us jealous?" Angel asked.
"Well... I have a Draigonair."
"Drago...you have a Draigonair?" Ryan asked, not quite believing what he was hearing.
Patrick released His first Pokemon from its Pokeball, and Draigonair materialized.
"It's... so pretty," Angel said, stroking Draigonair on the head.
"I raised Draigonair from an egg," Patrick said to Ryan and Angel. They ate their dinner and went to bed.
The next morning, Patrick woke up early and went to go get some water from the pond. When he arrived, there was a trainer sitting on a log. He had black hair, wore dark clothes, and had a dark red glove on his right hand. "I've been waiting for you." The man said.
"Odd," Patrick thought, "why is he wearing sunglasses? The sun isn't even up yet." Stepping forward, Patrick said, "Who are you?"
"That's not important right now. What is important is that you avoid Pewter city. It is not safe for you. You need to get away from here, as soon as possible." The man grabbed his hand, obviously in pain. A shot rang out through the forest. It pierced the man through the heart and a mist of blood sprayed through the air. "Run...," he gasped as he collapsed on the ground.
"What's wrong?" Angel asked, holding Patrick to keep him from shaking. "You were screaming in your dream. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you. I just had a nightmare, that's all." Patrick said, though still shaking slightly.
Patrick and his friends packed up camp and headed to Pewter city. On the way, Angel captured a Buterfree and Ryan captured a Beedrill. Other than that, all was uneventful until they arrived in Pewter city.
It was midday when they arrived. The gray haze that sat over the city was present as always. The Pokemon center, next to the gym, was the group's first stop. About three blocks from the Pokemon center, Patrick noticed a man following them. "We need to split up. There is someone following us. Meet at the Pokemon center in an hour." Patrick said quietly.
"How can you tell? You haven't looked back in an hour." Asked Angel.
"I just... have a feeling. Humor me."
"We'd better do what he says, Angel," Ryan said, tugging her arm.
Angel and Ryan walked off towards the shopping district. Patrick wandered, without cense of aim or purpose, for about halve an hour. He could feel a faint tugging towards the west end of town, like someone gently tugging at his sleeve. He still couldn't shake the feeling of dread that his nightmare had left him with. Suddenly, without a reason that made cense to him, he called, "You can come out now."
He turned in the now empty street to see a figure coming out of the fog towards him. "How very observant of you." The man sneered. The man was dressed in dark clothing. A golden necklace with a pendant of some kind hung around his neck.
"You're not with the League, are you?"
"Right again, kid. You might not be as stupid as I thought."
"Well then, if you're not a league trainer, then what do you want from me?" Patrick shifted uncomfortably.
"All I want is your Pokemon." The Man smirked.
"That's not all there is to this story, I can feel it." Patrick thought. "All right then. One on one?" Patrick suggested.
As a reply, the strange man threw a Pokeball out into the street. "I shall enjoy pumling you." A pink blob materialized on the cracked street. "Ditto!" it cried.
Patrick released his Draigonair. "Draigonair, Hyper beam!"
"Ditto, use mirror wall!"
The Ditto's mirror wall went up just as the hyper beam struck it full in its soft hide. The Ditto passed out without as much as a yell of pain. The man pulled a small handgun out of his jacket. Patrick saw this and ordered Draigonair to use disarm, a powerful defensive attack that caused paralysis in the foe. "Good job, Draigonair. Return."
Patrick walked to the Pokemon center, where he waited for his friends to return from shopping. He decided not to scare them by telling them what happened.
The friends spent the night at the center, and awoke in the morning to find a new dawn to await them.
"Do you really think your getting rid of the two of us that easily?" Angel said in an accusatory tone. She put her hands on her hips for emphasis and cocked an eyebrow. "Well?"
"You," Patrick paused, pointing a finger at himself in disbelief, "want to come with me?"
"That's right, kiddo," Ryan said in a playful manner.
"Well then, I guess we're all set to go!" Said Patrick. "Nowhere but up!"
And Now...
Chapter 6: The First Trial
In the middle of Viridian Forest, the three stopped for the night. It had been an uneventful day. They had hardly seen any Pokemon. The group had decided to set up camp by a small pond fed and emptied by two crystal-clear streams. The pond water moved slowly, but fast enough for algae not to grow. Ryan cooked dinner while Patrick and Angel set up the tents and built a fire. The two trainers let their Pokemon out to eat, with the exception of Patrick's Draigonair. "I have something to tell you," Patrick said, "but you have to promise not to get jealous."
"What could you tell us to make us jealous?" Angel asked.
"Well... I have a Draigonair."
"Drago...you have a Draigonair?" Ryan asked, not quite believing what he was hearing.
Patrick released His first Pokemon from its Pokeball, and Draigonair materialized.
"It's... so pretty," Angel said, stroking Draigonair on the head.
"I raised Draigonair from an egg," Patrick said to Ryan and Angel. They ate their dinner and went to bed.
The next morning, Patrick woke up early and went to go get some water from the pond. When he arrived, there was a trainer sitting on a log. He had black hair, wore dark clothes, and had a dark red glove on his right hand. "I've been waiting for you." The man said.
"Odd," Patrick thought, "why is he wearing sunglasses? The sun isn't even up yet." Stepping forward, Patrick said, "Who are you?"
"That's not important right now. What is important is that you avoid Pewter city. It is not safe for you. You need to get away from here, as soon as possible." The man grabbed his hand, obviously in pain. A shot rang out through the forest. It pierced the man through the heart and a mist of blood sprayed through the air. "Run...," he gasped as he collapsed on the ground.
"What's wrong?" Angel asked, holding Patrick to keep him from shaking. "You were screaming in your dream. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you. I just had a nightmare, that's all." Patrick said, though still shaking slightly.
Patrick and his friends packed up camp and headed to Pewter city. On the way, Angel captured a Buterfree and Ryan captured a Beedrill. Other than that, all was uneventful until they arrived in Pewter city.
It was midday when they arrived. The gray haze that sat over the city was present as always. The Pokemon center, next to the gym, was the group's first stop. About three blocks from the Pokemon center, Patrick noticed a man following them. "We need to split up. There is someone following us. Meet at the Pokemon center in an hour." Patrick said quietly.
"How can you tell? You haven't looked back in an hour." Asked Angel.
"I just... have a feeling. Humor me."
"We'd better do what he says, Angel," Ryan said, tugging her arm.
Angel and Ryan walked off towards the shopping district. Patrick wandered, without cense of aim or purpose, for about halve an hour. He could feel a faint tugging towards the west end of town, like someone gently tugging at his sleeve. He still couldn't shake the feeling of dread that his nightmare had left him with. Suddenly, without a reason that made cense to him, he called, "You can come out now."
He turned in the now empty street to see a figure coming out of the fog towards him. "How very observant of you." The man sneered. The man was dressed in dark clothing. A golden necklace with a pendant of some kind hung around his neck.
"You're not with the League, are you?"
"Right again, kid. You might not be as stupid as I thought."
"Well then, if you're not a league trainer, then what do you want from me?" Patrick shifted uncomfortably.
"All I want is your Pokemon." The Man smirked.
"That's not all there is to this story, I can feel it." Patrick thought. "All right then. One on one?" Patrick suggested.
As a reply, the strange man threw a Pokeball out into the street. "I shall enjoy pumling you." A pink blob materialized on the cracked street. "Ditto!" it cried.
Patrick released his Draigonair. "Draigonair, Hyper beam!"
"Ditto, use mirror wall!"
The Ditto's mirror wall went up just as the hyper beam struck it full in its soft hide. The Ditto passed out without as much as a yell of pain. The man pulled a small handgun out of his jacket. Patrick saw this and ordered Draigonair to use disarm, a powerful defensive attack that caused paralysis in the foe. "Good job, Draigonair. Return."
Patrick walked to the Pokemon center, where he waited for his friends to return from shopping. He decided not to scare them by telling them what happened.
The friends spent the night at the center, and awoke in the morning to find a new dawn to await them.