A/N: I don't own Pokémon. Otherwise, I wouldn't be using a Windows 95 computer instead of a RAM card. Leave a review if you like, dislike, or whatever, about the story so far. Seriously. Do it. If you are viewing as a guest, please sign up, and leave a review, so that I don't have to worry about there only being 5 guest reviews holding it up for others.
If only I had knew what I was getting myself into. I might have never accepted the partnership with one of the mechanical Pokemon that wander Treasure Town... well, what was formally called Treasure Town. Now it's called Treasure City. It's quite large, in fact. It almost covers the entire coastline, and goes back about a mile inland, with large buildings. I have to say, it's quite impressive, to look up from town center to see the tops of massive skyscrapers, built by teams of Pokemon and their robotic companions.
Sorry, I got distracted... I tend to do that a lot these days, ever since, well, that happened. I'll start from the beginning. My name's Dalton. I'm what you'd call an Eevee. I'm nothing special, I look like all my cousins, my sister, and... well, according to my parents, like them when they were kids. I attend one of the oldest, and smallest, schools in the city, Historic Academy. They say that one of the most famous exploration guilds in history was built there, and that it's an honor to go to a school built on such a historic site. That's a bunch of lies. At least the part of it being an honor. The school is basically a holding tank for those who haven't ended partnering up with one of the mechanical Pokemon that live in the city.
You know, it wasn't until this whole mess that the origin of those mechanical Pokemon was a complete mystery. They just showed up about one thousand years ago, as one massive group. They had no memory of their creators, or where they came from. It actually took about fifty more years before we could actually understand them, since they weren't capable of PokeSpeech. They still aren't. We had developed microchips meant to be implanted in a Pokemon, able to recall a Pokemon to a location that they set as home after being implanted, similar to the badges that the exploration teams used to carry. It took fifty years to modify them so that it translated what sounds they made into PokeSpeech when we heard it. Shortly after that, they started choosing Pokemon, following the Pokemon they chose everywhere. It was determined that they formed some sort of relationship with the Pokemon they chose, learning from and protecting them. Anyhow, over the last two hundred years or so, it's become a right of passage to form a lifelong partnership with one of the mechanical Pokemon. When we could finally understand them, and ask them about where they came from, all they were able to tell us was that the scorpion was their father. All those historians, most of which came from the Historic Academy, couldn't find any record of a mechanical scorpion in history.
I did it again. Sorry... I can't help it, getting on tangents like that. I attend Historic Academy, or No Tech Tech, as the students at the Institute for Robotics and Technology, our school rival, call us. I have a brother there... I don't see him, since those that attend there board with their mechanical partners. Sorry. Must. Stay focused. Historic doesn't have classes on technology and the like, but rather, we focus on stuff like history, of course, battle methods, and my personal favorite, mythology. So those who attend there are pretty much cut out to be historians, archeologists, and interestingly enough explorers, following the tradition of the old exploration teams.
I guess that I was expecting it to be a normal week at school. Well, in light of all that's happened... I guess I was proven wrong. And I'm glad for it.
A/N: I've decided to write this story in a 3rd person point of view. However, there will be certain chapters, such as this, where I'll introduce a character and what their reaction was to the events surrounding the time that I inject their chapter. So, yeah, internet troubles and such delayed this, but I'll see you with the next chapter!
Update: I'm having trouble coming up with names for professors at Historic Academy! Submit names in the reviews, and I hope to finish the second chapter before the 18th... man, school is closing in on me.