This a new story I've been working on for sometime. It took me sometime to get a plotline and characters worked out. Now I do plan on making a sequel depending on my status at the time and how much feedback I get. I'll cross that bridge when I get there though.
The idea sorta hit me while playing Black Version a while ago. I'm not sure if anyone has done this yet, but I'm sure that its plot and characters will set it apart. I ask that anyone reading this to have the patience to follow this story through.
Its been a long time since I've written again, so bear with me please. So, without further ado, I present to you... the prologue!
Darkness Before Dawn
Book One: Nightfall
Chapter One: Malin
Chapter Two: Discoveries
Chapter Three: Not Worthy of Mercy
“Emolga, use Electro ball!” A young boy called to his pokemon, he pointed at another pokemon at the other side of the battlefield.
The boy was eleven and was fairly tall for his age. He was dressed casually; he wore a pair of faded blue jeans and a green shirt. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were a deep shade of blue, shining like the sea. Like the sea, the boy’s eyes were mysterious; as if they were hiding untold secrets in those ominous depths of blue. The jeans were ripped and torn at the ends and had faded grass stains all over it, at his belt hung three pokeballs. All of this was evidence of a pokemon trainer and one who had experience at that.
At his order, the electric squirrel pokemon charged a ball of electricity and hurled it at its foe, a Scraggy. The ball of electricity collided with the Scraggy which simply fell to the ground in a heap, unable to withstand the power of the attack.
“I believe I win,” The trainer declared, a victorious smirk on his face.
The other trainer returned his pokemon. “That was a good battle,” He stepped forward to hand the victor his winnings. “Here, this is yours.”
The boy counted his money quickly, a gleeful look in his eyes, “Nice doin’ business with ya!” He turned and began to walk away, his Emolga gliding alongside him.
Route 4 in Unova turned out to be an uneventful road for him. Throughout his thirty- minute walk, all he encountered were wild pokemon. This was a problem for the trainer; he needed to battle trainers not just for the experience, but to secure himself a meal. Every trainer he met was another sucker that meant more money for him. The way things were going, it seems he would have to settle for Pokemon Center food…again. Sure, it was free, but it tasted plain horrible.
He was contemplating his disgusting fate when an odd sound reached his ears. He turned quickly, expecting to see a pokemon. Yet all he found was an old man groaning as he tossed and turned on a bench.
The man looked a like a dead tree. He was tall and thin, his arms and legs were gnarled beyond belief, and they looked so brittle that he feared they would break at the slightest touch. Tufts of white hair grew on his head, the wrinkles on his face made it look like he was shedding skin. He was dressed in rags that covered him like a blanket. Snoring could be heard from the man as he tried to find comfort on the bench.
The boy noticed what vaguely resembled a hat lying beside the old man, turned upside down. It was obvious the man was homeless and poor. So taking pity on his helpless form, the boy slowly approached him and dropped some change into the hat. He dropped just enough to buy him a cheap meal.
The boy was just about to continue his trek when a hand shot out and grabbed his right arm. He yelped in surprise and tried to pull away but failed; the hand was gripping his like a vice. He turned to stare into the eyes of the old man who was now completely awake.
“Who are you?! What is your name?!”The man growled at the boy.
Panic enveloped the boy; he tugged at his arm harder while speaking behind clenched teeth. “Simon! Now let me go!”
“Hmph, Simon, why did you disturb my rest?” The man demanded.
“I-I thought you were poor! I only wanted to give you some money.” He said quickly.
The man paused, releasing Simon’s arm. Simon backed away from him, rubbing his arm. “You thought I was poor?” The man said thoughtfully.
The man paused again, as if he was trying to swallow the fact. Then, without warning, he burst into laughter, rolling around on the bench and clutching his sides. His laughter was so loud; it filled the forest and caused some Pidoves to fly away in fear.
Simon stared at the man in confusion. “What’s so funny?!” He demanded.
Upon hearing Simon’s words the man began to calm down, though he spoke in between fits of giggles. “I’m sorry, forgive me.” He said. “It’s just that…that hat fell off while I was sleeping and you thought I was begging.”
Simon glared at the old shriveled man; he was beginning to regret giving up his much needed money to him, “Whatever, later old man.” For the third time that day, he turned to leave, and for the second time that day, he was stopped.
“Wait!” The man called. “I can’t let you go. You have stained my honor by giving me money like a common beggar.”
Simon turned at him, “What?” He said in disbelief.
“I have to pay you back. Something in exchange for the money you gave me.” The man said.
“Uh…” Simon doubted that he had anything he wanted, and doubted that he any food on him either.
“I see that you are perplexed.” The man said. “I do have a talent for telling stories. Let me tell you one.”
Simon was desperate to get away from the weird old man, so he was more than happy to spend a minute listening to a stupid story and be rid of him. He slowly approached him and sat down on the bench. Taking this as a sign to begin, the man cleared his throat.
“Let me tell you of a time before most legends came into being, a story so old that it has fallen into darkness and obscurity, forgotten by all but me. There was once a time when Pokemon and man once clashed against each other on the field of a battle. They were known as monsters at that time and were feared and hunted. Their powers mystified Man and fearing what they couldn’t understand, they hunted them down. Pokemon were hunted to near extinction until, out of nowhere, they began to organize themselves and fight back.”
“Though Pokemon burned the human’s lands, ate their crops and killed any of their kind they would encounter, Man would not fade away. For Man’s adaptability and resourcefulness would always keep them from going extinct. Yet despite that, Man still remained unable to defeat the powerful Pokemon. The war raged for generations, and any hopes of peace were dashed. To keep the hatred of Pokemon still burning in Man’s heart, High Priests would preach to them about the ‘monsters’ and warned them from ever keeping one alive. The High Priests were spiritual leaders and were followed blindly; no one dared question their reason.”
“Yet there was one man who overcame that war. His name was Malin, a human who fought the humans alongside the pokemon. Malin was the first ever ‘monster tamer’, the first of a long line of them. He indirectly managed to stop the war and bring a reign of peace to the land of Unova. That is my story. “
Simon stared at the man in disinterest. This “story” sounded more like a long winded lie. With a few murmured words of thanks, he got up and left. The old man watched him go; an inhuman smile was on his face. Once Simon had left the area, he got up and surrounded himself with a veil of light.
Once the light had faded away, his new form was revealed, a tall blue stag with big yellow horns adorning its head. A big tuft fur covered its neck and its shoulder blades seemed to elongate and become something like fins. Its eyes were calm and foreboding, like the sea before a storm. It spoke in a composed voice, like every word was purposefully chosen and weighed; one couldn’t help but be intimidated by it.
“Foolish boy; cannot recognize history even when it stares him in the face.” He said to himself. “As usual, humans only recall what pleases them.”
It turned to the forest. “I will find your heir, young one, the one with the power to bring peace again.” The stag galloped into the undergrowth.