So we last left Jake after he had a dream/vision of Zederiah, and his mark kind of grew. It is currently unclear to all characters so far (except maybe Arceus if I feel like gifting him with the knowledge) why the mark grew the way it did, and the reason will not be learned for some time now. Rowan and Dawn, of course, will play minor roles in the story, so they will be seen from time to time. Dawn's parents, on the other hand, will not. At first I wanted to make Jake's adventure roughly mirror the Generation IV video games, but that would little suit my purposes as this adventure is not centered around gym battles (though he will go to some gyms to better himself at battling. He's here so why not?) I have currently decided to keep Cyrus and Team Galactic out of this story, but my mind may change later. The reason is because I don't want to have to worry about Cyrus getting in the way of Jake when he is trying to battle Zederiah.
Okay I have got to break this habit of writing long Author's notes.
I looked up at Professor Rowan and Dawn who were now frozen in shock. Turtwig was still visibly tense but it was relaxing little by little.
"Are you okay?" Professor Rowan asked breaking the silence.
I nodded, getting up from the floor. I looked around me, surveying the damage those two insane Bibarel created. It's funny, I thought to myself, I never thought a Bibarel could be that dangerous.
Well obviously I was wrong. I looked up and froze. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, and I didn't recognize my face. I walked up to the mirror and studied my features. Same brown hair, same round nose, same tan skin, but my eyes, my green eyes. They had become sharper and softer at the same time somehow almost as if they were about to-
I screamed and jumped back. Professor Rowan caught me and Dawn looked at me worriedly, as if I were about to have another fit.
"What's wrong this time?" she asked.
I couldn't say it because, even though my eyes are now green, same as always, there, in front of the mirror, for a split second, they turned yellow. And not only that but my round pupils lengthened, kind of forming a sort of cat's eye.
"We should take you to the Pokemon Center," Professor Rowan suggested standing me up, "Nurse Joy might know what's going on."
"The Pokemon Center?" I asked confused, "But I thought that was just for Pokemon. Hence the name Pokemon Center."
Professor Rowan smiled. "Yes they do specialize in the treatment of sick and tired Pokemon, but humans like you and I can go there too."
"Oh," I said, once again showing the best of my intelligent replies. I sighed, "Okay let's go."
Professor Rowan led the way out of the lab, and we all walked out, once again, into Sandgem Town.
Somewhere else, far away...
I dodged a Flamethrower that Zederiah had recently learned how to perform.
You will not succeed, I told him running towards his Torunator. I was cut off by another Flamethrower. I jumped over it.
"Haha, that's where you're wrong Arceus," he laughed, "I will succeed. Noone, not even you can stop me."
You're right, I said, I can't stop you, but I can slow you down. And I rammed the Torunator with all my force.
It was worth the momentary pain to see the smile wiped from Zederiah's face. Then it contorted with rage.
"What do you think you're doing?" He yelled charging at me, "Mach Punch!"
I waited for the right moment and utilized my Spooky Plate. His attack passed right through me and connected with the Torunator.
"NOOO!" He screamed despairingly.
Content with the major setback I caused in his plans, I flew away to rest in my own dimension. The last thing I heard was his enraged cry.
"YOU WILL PAY!"
"Nothing is wrong with him, as far as I can tell," Nurse Joy said after a quick check-up, and some blood taking, "I should be able to let you know the results to your blood tests in about a week."
I nodded, getting up from the PC I was leaning on, and joined Professor Rowan and Dawn as they thanked Nurse Joy and began to walk out the Center.
"Hmm, interesting indeed," Professor Rowan said, his eyes glazing over.
"What is?" I asked.
"Wha-Oh nothing," he said snapping out of whatever trance he'd just fallen into, "Simply an old man's mind thinking about the improbable."
"Uh-huh," I said squinting my eyes at the sun outside, not entirely convinced, "Okay. Um about me becoming a trainer..."
"Ah yes, we need to get you a starting Pokemon don't we?" Professor Rowan asked.
"Actually," I said, "I've already made my decision and was wondering if you could spare any Pokeballs as I have no money."
"Oh you've made a decision have you?" Professor Rowan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, the Turtwig I battled with earlier," I declared.
The Professor nodded, "I had a feeling you would pick him," he said.
"Why's that?" I asked, making a note to myself that the Turtwig was in fact a boy.
"Because of the way you looked, the way you felt, when you were battling those two Bibarels," he said matter-of-factly.
"Oh," I said. I must have really looked exhilarated in that battle. "So, about those Pokeballs..."
"Didn't your parents give you money when you left?" Dawn asked quizzically.
Oh damn, I had to think quick. "Uhh...no because, my family is very poor and...and they need every cent they can get...for food and-and mortgages. We're uh, going through a hard time." I said. Not too far away from the truth I figured. Fortunately, the Professor and Dawn seemed to buy it.
"Oh, oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know," Dawn said earnestly, taking my pauses and hesitation to answer for embarrassment. "Here," she said reaching into her bag and pulling out five Pokeballs.
I took them and put them on my belt like I had seen so many trainers do in the show. Sure enough, there were six empty clips for the Pokeballs to be carried. I clipped on the Pokeballs and thanked Dawn. When I looked up, we were in front of the lab.
Professor Rowan opened the door and Turtwig jumped out and into my arms.
"Whoa!" I said, catching him quickly, "You're just a little ball of energy aren't you?"
"Turrrtwig," he answered. I smiled at him.
"Well that wasn't too hard," Professor Rowan said, holding out another Pokeball, "This is Turtwig's Pokeball."
I took it and thanked him. "And now that I think about it, do you want to give that Turtwig a nickname?"
"Yes," I said looking into its eyes, "How about Vine?" and he smiled.
"Hmph," Professor Rowan grunted, "That is a good name."
"Thank you," I said. "So now what?"
"Now, you need a Pokedex," Professor Rowan said, reaching into his pocket and taking out a small piece of machinery.
And he handed me a Pokedex identical to the one in the game. Hmm, is everything the same? I wondered.
"And now, you begin your journey. Make friends, capture Pokemon, realize your dreams and goals. Become the best you can be," Professor Rowan said. Then he turned with a "hmph" and walked back into his lab.
Dawn followed behind him saying, "See you around. Good luck!"
"Thanks," I said just before she closed the door. Then, after a moment, I took out my map, studied it, turned around and walked toward Route 202. "Might as well go to the first gym," I said to myself.
Oreburgh City, here I come!
Well? What did you think? I know that got nowhere, but at least he's got the necessary gear right? How many of you like the nickname? I probably should have put up a poll or something. But oh well. Reviews, as always, are the most helpful thing anyone can ever do for me. So please review and let me know exactly what you think. I NEED YOUR HELP IF I WANT TO GET BETTER. Oh and by the way my scanner still hasn't been set up so if you want to see my horrible artwork that I WILL upload someday soon, you should check me out on my username is Necrozuma. Thanks for reading!