The frequent updates continue! Yay!
Daily updates can only continue until the end of summer break. Once school starts up again I won't have time to write a chapter a day, so I'll go to updating once a week, though that may change
I wrote five chapters between yesterday and today. Today is sort of a break for me, but I'll be back to writing multiple chapters tomorrow. Because I'm doing this I may have enough chapters written to not have to worry about writing over the time school is going. There are around 42 to 43 weeks of school this upcoming year (I counted from my calendar, so I may have accidentally messed the number up), so if I can have that many chapters written in advance I won't have to write, I can just upload another chapter every week. I doubt that'll happen, but I can hope. If I'm really lucky I'll be able to write more than that. If that ends up happening I'll calculate a new interval of days between uploads.
Anyway, enough of schedules, onto the story!
Disclaimer: Pokémon, along with any people, places or things from it are not mine, nor do I claim it to be. The only thing I do own is myself and the dream this all started from.
I walked for what seemed like ages through the trampled down grass that looked like a pathway between the trees and a patch of tall grass, fiddling with the things attached to my belt. I looked down at my Pokédex. Since I had nothing better to do I decided I would look at the entries that I had made the one for Bulbasaur and the one for Spearow, I continued walking while reading.
"Bulbasaur, seed Pokémon. Height 2'04", weight 15.2 lbs. A strange seed was planted on its back at birth. The plant sprouts and grows with this Pokémon," I read aloud, "Spearow, tiny Pokémon. Height 1'00", weight 4.4 lbs. Eats bugs in grassy areas. It has to flap its short wings at high speed to stay airborne."
"Hey! You have Pokémon! Come on! Let's battle 'em!"
I let out a startled yelp. I looked to my right and saw a young boy with a strange hat and a bug net, "Oh, you're a trainer, sure, lets battle!" I replied, putting away my Pokédex and pulling one of the Pokéballs off of my belt.
The glass screen was produced from my watch before I threw out my first Pokémon, which was strange. His watch produced a screen as well.
The bug catcher, who, according to my screen, was named Rick, sent out a Weedle at level 6.
"Go Spearow!" I said, throwing a Pokéball.
Spearow came out of the ball and called her name while flapping her wings eagerly.
My screen displayed that she had two attacks, Peck and Growl, "Spearow, use Peck," I called out to her.
The attack didn't quite make the Weedle faint, it held on with just a small bit of health. The Weedle countered with Poison Sting, which luckily didn't poison my Spearow.
I had Spearow use Peck again to make the Weedle faint. The bug catcher then sent out a Caterpie, also at level 6.
The Caterpie must have had better defence because Peck only did enough damage to send Caterpie's health just below half. Caterpie used a String Shot, which made my Spearow very unhappy, she had to flap her wings to get the web like string off of her, my glass screen showing her speed had fallen. Another Peck made the Caterpie faint, and also sent my Spearow's experience gage skyrocketing, putting her at level 6 now.
Both of our screens disappeared and Rick handed me 72 Poké dollars and grumbled out a complaint before I continued on through the forest.
I soon came across a fork in the road and took the right hand path, I knew the left hand path had tall grass in it, and I was not in the mood to be attacked by another wild Pokémon today. Eventually I saw the outline of a person in the distance, presumably another trainer.
As I neared this person I could tell he was wearing a hat, just like the other trainer I had battled earlier. Moving closer I also determined this trainer was holding a net, just like the other trainer was. Once he was close enough to be seen properly I saw he had the same hair, and clothing as the trainer from earlier. It obviously was him, Rick, as my glass screen, watch, thingy had told me earlier.
"Hello again Rick," I called out to the boy, "What are you doing here? And how did you get in front of me?"
"I'm not Rick," the trainer said, turning to face me.
"Well then, you must be his twin," I replied, "You two look exactly alike. You're even wearing the same clothes!"
"No," he answered, "We're friends, but we're not related."
"Oh," I was really confused, how else could two people look exactly alike?
"Well, we need to battle now," the boy said, sounding slightly impatient, "We're both trainers, so we're supposed to battle when we first meet."
"Alright then," I responded as my watch heating up, indicating the glass panel would soon be appearing.
I threw out Spearow's Pokéball, "Go Spearow!" I knew Spearow wasn't going to have a problem with any trainers in the forest, if they were all bug catchers, like they were in the games.
The bug catcher, Doug, sent out a Weedle at level 7, making me hope this wouldn't be a repeat of the same battle, but with level 7s rather than level 6s.
I had Spearow use Peck, which I knew wouldn't quite make it faint, since my Spearow was only a level 6. To my surprise the Weedle fell over and the trainer had it return to its Pokéball; it had fainted.
I looked over at my screen, and in the center of the screen it read, "Critical hit!"
I smiled down at Spearow, who gave out a satisfied chirp.
The bug catcher sent out an identical Weedle, which went down in only two Pecks, but not before covering Spearow with a web of String Shot. This Pokémon's defeat sent Spearow's experience to the end of the bar, indicating a level up. Spearow was now level 7, which caused her to learn Leer.
This time the bug catcher sent out a Kakuna, also at level 7, "This shouldn't be too bad," I thought, "He probably caught the thing as a Kakuna, so all it will do is use Harden."
Just as I had thought, after a Peck from Spearow the bug catcher had the Kakuna use Harden, an annoyance, but I could deal with it.
It only took another Peck from Spearow to make the Kakuna faint, even though it had just raised its defence with Harden. Again, Spearow's experience bar filled up, putting her at level 8.
The battle ended, and Doug gave me some money out of his pocket before walking over to a flat part of the ground.
"Er, where are you going?" I asked him, following behind.
"I'm going to pitch a tent," he said, "My mom said it was okay if I spent a couple of nights out here so I can get through the forest and back."
"Pitch a tent?" I asked, startled, "Already?"
"Yes, look up," he replied.
I did as he said, and through the trees I saw little pieces of a quickly darkening sky. I hadn't noticed the night's approach since it was already so dark in the forest.
"Oh," I said, "I had hoped to get through here today."
He laughed, "Let me guess, you didn't bring a tent?"
I smiled sheepishly, "You would be guessing correctly."
Doug looked back up at the sky, "It looks cloudy, it may rain," he stated, you'll probably want to sleep in a tent tonight."
I looked back up as well, dark clouds were rolling in over the already dark sky, "Oh, well that's just perfect," I fumed.
"If you don't mind the hard ground, and no sleeping bag, you could share the tent with me," Doug offered.
I looked at him, "Alright," I replied, "As long as it's not an inconvenience."
"Not at all," he said, "Though it may inconvenience you to wake up early tomorrow morning so I can get an early start."
"Not a problem," I responded.
"Great, now help me pitch this stupid thing," he said, pulling out a few fibre glass poles and a tarp, "It isn't glamorous, but it'll keep us dry," he commented seeing my sceptic look at his supplies.
I laughed, "No problem," I said, helping him to plant the poles firmly into the ground.
With a sigh he threw the tarp over our make-shift frame, "It's also pretty easy to put up," he said, "Anyway, goodnight."
With that, Doug climbed into the little tent, pulled out a sleeping bag, and slipped inside it.
"'Night," I mumbled, entering the tent myself.