Blue Mountain League: Prologue
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Chapter 8: Shadow in the Wind
Well, we last left our wayward hero and his pokémon as a mysterious shadow jumped out of the treetops on their heads. This had happened only after they had a strange encounter with a psychotic Meganium and a wise Venusaur. John looked up in time to see the odd creature fall. He actually didn't need to look, as the pokémon landed easily in front of them.
Whipping out his pokédex, John heard the voice say, "Mewtwo. New Gecko Pokémon. Fire/Water Type. Evolves at Level 639 to Rukario. Nests in Route 2945 of Kanto." This was, of course, his first clue that his pokédex was busted. The second was when the pokémon said, What did it say? Though John couldn't understand the language of Pokémon, he got the gist of it when Charmander and Totodile pointed at the wires hanging out all over, and at the busted lens.
John, receiving a small electric shock, was finally well aware that his pokédex had broken when he fell down the hole (Chapter 4). In fact, he had slightly remembered something hard break his fall… Looking at the ruins, he was ecstatic to hear the voice of the new pokémon. He had to identify it by memory, which was simple: It was a Treecko, used as a Starter Pokémon in the Hoenn Region. The only problem with that was that he was no where near the Hoenn Region. Or so he thought…
Treecko just looked at the three of them. John thought of getting out his last pokéball, but decided against it. 'He got his pokémon to join him willingly, so I should be able to as well!' he thought. As you know, his thoughts don't always turn out to be correct. In fact, he has around a 50 chance. Treecko waved his hand for them to follow. What they saw was amazing.
In front of them was an ancient tree. It was incredibly large, so much so that if you were to climb to the top, you would see for a long way. And if you were to fall, you would have a long time to wave goodbye. A very long time, during which you could take a nap and still not miss anything. Looking up into the branches approximately twenty thousand kilometres above, he saw a swarm of Treecko. Thinking 'no way could they survive up there!' he soon realized that they weren't as high up as he had thought. They were in the lower branches only, which were low enough for him to see the individual leaves.
Regardless, Charmander was in awe. And in the true Water-type fashion, Totodile entered his pokéball to get away from the massive amount of Grass-types. The many Treecko began to climb down. The leader seemed to be a more powerful Treecko, almost old enough to be a Sceptile. John thought to himself about the three ways for a pokémon could evolve: Level, Circumstance, and Age. Age only came into play with those that evolved through level, but that meant Treecko. A dialogue happened between the two Treecko (the one that jumped at John and the leader). The approximate translation was:
Why are humans here?
How should I know?
Could they have come to harm our Tree?
I doubt it. He has a Fire-type, but also a Water-type. Perhaps he is merely lost?
Should I watch him for our tribe?
If you wish to. It would do you much good to go with a human. They learn many lessons and teach them to others.
I will only go if the Water-type can defeat me.
John was, of course, stuck watching this conversation again. He really didn't like how pokémon could understand each other purely through use of tones and gestures. He was able to understand the pointing at him, then at his Charmander, and then at Totodile's pokéball. He knew that it was a formal challenge against his Big Jaw Pokémon.
"Go, Totodile!" shouted John as Treecko stared him down. Neither noticed a lone figure watching in the tree, high above what any Treecko or human could stay conscious at. As they fought, the tribe of Treecko looked on. One young Treecko in particular watched carefully. Maybe I could fight that well, he thought. Little did he know that would be his fate.
Totodile was struggling to stay in the battle… Until he figured out that his opponent was the same level as he was, and didn't know any Grass-type moves. All the Wood Gecko Pokémon knew was Pound, which didn't do much. Totodile lunged, jaws agape, and tried to Bite Treecko. Instead, Totodile let out a Water Gun. Treecko, realizing the experience that could be gained from a journey, pretended to be greatly weakened by every attack. The elder watched, and understood. The others didn't know that their friend was pulling his attacks.
Totodile also knew the truth of the battle, and motioned for John to use a pokéball. Treecko was not used to the device, and was unable to resist. Nor had he wanted to, the elder reminded himself. The young one had finally learnt what he needed to about battle, still not understanding the truth. John let Treecko out to let him say good-bye to his friends. The elder just nodded, while the others gave their consents and congratulations for being able to stray from their tree. As all Treecko and their trainers know, a Treecko can only leave its tree if it has been captured.
And so it came to pass, that John captured himself a Treecko, at the largest tree known to man. If he had known that the tree had in fact died years ago, he would have not only been shocked, he would have been highly confused. For you see, a very famous trainer had captured a pokémon at that tree years before he had been born: A Treecko, which had become one of his much-envied pokémon…
AN: More of the plot revealed! And now that John finally has Treecko, his team is complete! For now…