Okay so this is My first fic ever, and also my first major writing project in 5 years. This fic idea has been rolling in my head for a while and it has finally managed to leave my brain.
DISCLAIMER:I don't own pokemon, but if I did, I could go to university.
The man stood amidst the rubble of the camp. He was sweating and panting heavily, while surveying the scene. The camp was ruined and there were dozens of bodies everywhere, both human and Pokémon, it looked like a bomb had gone off. He heard a low growl coming from a bipedal dragon with rough blue scales all over its body, except its head which was covered with red scales.
“What is it Druddigon?” he gasped between breaths.
A low rumbling noise was made while Druddigon pointed to one of the corpses. It seemed to have it on edge. The man responded by unsheathing his sword.
The man looked like he was about to enter mid-life, late 30’s early 40’s, and he had short black hair, blue eyes, and a nose that looked broken and had never set properly. He wore brown boots that were quite scuffed, dark forest camouflage pants, a dark grey shirt that was drenched with sweat and a loose charcoal jacket with a logo on the shoulders of a white fang in a red circle. He wore his sword on his back, and the charcoal coloured sheath also had the logo of a fang in a circle.
He unsheathed his sword. It looked like a cross between a katana and a European sword. All of a sudden he heard what set Druddigon on edge, a rustling on the outer edges of the camp. It soon revealed itself to be a small purple rat Pokémon. It heard the dragon growl, so it fled crying “Rattata!”
“humph. I told you to wait for dinner you idiot,”
Druddigon growled a complaint.
“Listen, we were sent here by the Elder. And we’re not stopping until we’ve found what he wanted. And if you were to eat that Rattata, you’d mess up the corpses.”
Druddigon growled but gave in. The man sheathed his sword and went back to work searching the ruined camp, shaking his head. ‘What the hell am I searching for anyway?’ He thought ‘I mean he did tell us to find the camp and secure it. Why did it have to cost so many lives though? Why did those bastards in the Brotherhood of Chaos have to fight us? Now they’re all dead. Even the women and children! Oh Arceus! Why did they commit suicide by attacking us! The guilt of killing the unarmed women and the children is getting to me! ME! And I used to steal without conscience!’ The man shook himself out of his reverie when he heard a loud howl near the camp.
“Oh Hell! Get ready Druddigon, I think we have company!”
Druddigon tensed its body, ready to fight whatever may come. In the shadows outside the camp they could see a dog with horns on its head, flanked by two small Rottweilers.
“Oh Hell! It’s a Houndoom and two Houndour! Looks like we’re fighting Druddigon!”
The Druddigon smiled.
“Okay try to hit Houndoom with a Dragon Claw!”
The dragon started running toward the horned dog, its outstretched claw surrounded with a purple aura. The dog tried to dodge it but was still grazed on its right cheek. The Houndoom if possible looked even angrier.
The Houndoom howled its command to its accomplices, and as one, they charged at Druddigon. They rammed the dragon with a sickening thud. The dragon was in pain however, the dogs seemed to be wincing a little. ‘Thank the trio for Rough skin,’ The man thought. The dogs went at the dragon one at a time. ‘Wait a minute; The Houndoom must be using Beat Up! Oh Hell! Wait, I have an idea!’
“Druddigon! When one of the Houndour get in close, use Revenge!”
Druddigon growled an acknowledgement. One of the Houndour came in for another hit. However, before it could land another blow, Druddigon became cloaked in a brown aura and threw a punch that contained massive energy into Houndour’s throat, and sent it flying into the forest. The other Houndour was chomping down on Druddigon’s leg, trying to get it to submit.
“Don’t give in! Use another Revenge!”
Druddigon became covered in the brown aura again, however, this time he kicked the Houndour in the ribs using his free leg, sending it flying into Houndoom, who proceeded to pick it up by its scruff and tossed it to its side. Houndoom then growled and flames started forming in its mouth.
“Go Druddigon! Finish it with Dragon Claw!”
Druddigon started running, stretching out its right arm, its claw covered in a purple aura. It slashed at the Houndoom, however its claw was caught in Houndoom’s mouth. Blood started trickling down the dog’s jaw, however the fire in the dog’s mouth was unleashed when it clamped down on the dragon’s claw. 'Crap! Its Fire Fang! Wait, Druddigon’s hurt!'
“Druddigon! Use Revenge! Give it everything you have!”
The dragon was in immense pain, but managed to cloak itself in the brown aura. It thumped the dog in the back. The dog released the hand but it was in immense pain. Another thump made sure it was soon knocked out.
‘Hmm that thing was damn tough, I should get it!’ The man reached into a pocket of his jacket and grabbed a capsule the size of a baseball. It was purple with green dots all around it. The man threw it at the unconscious dog.
“Dusk Ball, Go!”
When the ball hit the dog it opened and the dog disappeared in a ball of red energy. The ball then fell on the ground, where a red light lit up and the ball started rocking weakly. Once. Twice. Three times. Then the light flicked off and the ball made a small ding sound. The man then rushed over to the ball, picked it up, then placed it in his right jacket pocket. The man then heard a painful growl.
“Crap! Sorry Druddigon.”
The man then rushed over to the dragon and surveyed the damage. The dragon’s claw was bleeding and burned, the midsection was bruised where the dogs had charged at him. But he was still in one piece and that was what mattered.
Then they heard it. A whimper? Sobbing?
It was enough to get Druddigon tense again, and the man had unsheathed his sword with surprising speed. They then crept up to the source of the sound. It seemed to be coming from an upturned washing basket by one of the corpses. They turned it over.
There was a crying baby boy there.
The dragon and his master quickly jumped back. ‘What the Fuck?!? I thought I killed them all!,’ The man started panicking. ‘Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap! I can’t take care of him! The Elder would probably drown him as soon as I get back with him! What do I do?,’ The baby’s crying became louder. Then Druddigon put his good claw above the baby. It became covered with a purple aura.
The dragon halted, centimeters from the baby’s face. The aura disappeared. Then the baby started cooing at the magical colour show. Druddigon growled a complaint.
“Listen you idiot, this child is pure, he hasn’t been indoctrinated into the brotherhood yet,” The man, still shaking with fury, was intimidating the dragon. The way he was waving his sword probably wasn’t helping either.
“If we take him back to the clan, they WILL kill him! He hasn’t been marked yet, he should be given a chance at life!” The man sheathed his sword, the dragon relaxed a bit.
"We need somewhere to hide him. Somewhere he will be loved, and taken care of. Somewhere the Brotherhood can’t influence him.” The baby was silent. The man checked him, he was fast asleep. 'Wait! I know where he could go. Jack and Maria’s farm! They can’t conceive a child, and they’ll love him like their own. Perfect!’ The man got up and reached into his right jacket pocket produced a red and white sphere, and pointed it at the dragon.
“Druddigon, Return.” A beam of red light shot at Druddigon, engulfing him in a red light, then changing into red energy, he was sucked up by the light into the ball. The man then placed the ball in his right jacket pocket, and reached for a white sphere at his waist.
“Dragonite! Go!” He threw the ball into the air. At the apex of its trajectory, it opened, releasing a white energy that resolved itself into a large orange bipedal winged dragon. The man then tucked in his jacket, zipped it half-way, and then placed the sleeping baby in his jacket. The man then mounted the dragon, careful not to crush the baby.
“Let’s Fly to Jack’s farm.” The dragon nodded, she knew the place well. She started flapping her wings and within seconds they were airborne.
Down on the plains near the small town of Rickford there was a farmer out in his crop field weeding. He pulled a weed out of the ground and was surprised at it. The weed had a purple spherical body and two legs.
“Odd!” it said indignantly.
“Damn Oddish! Stay out of my crop field! That goes for the rest of you!” All of a sudden a couple of similar looking weeds uprooted themselves and ran off.
He then looked at the cloudless sky where he noticed a dark shape spiraling lazily out of the sun. It looked quite familiar.
“Maria! We have company!” he shouted to the farmhouse
“Who is it Jack?” came the reply
“There’s a guy riding on a Dragonite, Who do you think it is?” Yelled Jack the farmer
“I’ll get some tea.” yelled Maria.
The Dragonite was circling lazily around the farm. “Land near the farmhouse,” Said its master. It landed near the farmhouse and the man slowly dismounted. Jack the farmer came near him and they shook hands.
“It’s been a while Jack.”
“Likewise. Maria started to think you were dead.”
“If I was dead, she still wouldn’t be getting my sword.”
Both men laughed as Jack Led the man into the house. They sat at a table laden with a tea set. There was a woman already seated at it.
“Hello Maria.” The man then proceeded to air kiss her.
“Hello you. I suppose you finally want to sell your sword to me.”
“Not a chance! Not after last time!”
All three laughed at the memory of what happened last time Maria tried to obtain his sword.
“I’m actually here on important business that concerns you. Maria, have you had any success at conceiving a child yet?”
“Well… yes, but they always end in miscarriages.” said Maria with a pained expression. Jack reached over and grasped her hand in support. “We don’t know what it is,” Said Jack “Every time we conceive she has a miscarriage. It’s like Arceus himself laughs at us.”
The man thought ‘Perfect!’
“Um, the Elder sent me on a mission. Needless to say it was a failure because the bastard got away. He destroyed a small camp in the forest. Everything was dead there, people, Pokémon and the plants were dying as well,” The man unzipped his jacket and placed the baby boy on the table. ”I found this baby among the rubble of the camp, his mother lying next to him. Please Maria, Jack! Take care of him! Raise him as your own! I can’t do it.”
The Man finished speaking ‘I don’t like lying to them. They’ve done nothing but good for me.’ He then looked up and saw Maria crying into Jack’s shoulder. Jack also had tears rolling down his cheeks and a smile on his face. Jack opened his mouth and then closed it several times as if he were trying to say something but couldn’t. After a while they calmed down enough to talk.
“For years we have tried to conceive only for it to end badly. And in comes one of our oldest friends, waltzing in with the answer to our prayers! We have always wanted children, and you have blessed us with our son! How can we ever repay you for your kindness?”
“Just raise the child as one of your own. And keep him from the Brotherhood’s influence. That’s all I ask.” ‘That’s all I can ask. I can’t tell them I killed the poor thing’s mother for Arceus’s sake!’
Maria then picked up the child, cradling it in her arms. “Jack, he needs a name. How about after our savior here?”
“Yeah! Let’s call it Raven!” said Jack
“No chance,” said Raven “Give him a better name than mine.”
Marie thought about it. Then she whispered her idea to her husband, who nodded.
“I hereby name you Michael Andrew Keel. Welcome into our house and into our heart little Michael.”
Raven let them coo over the child and slipped out. Dragonite was still waiting by the farmhouse. This time he mounted her much quicker.
“Alright Dragonite lets go home. The Elder is going to be furious at our failure.”
Dragonite rose into the sky and began to head to the southern mountains. And the Clan Village.
So how was it? Drop a review! Constructive criticism is appreciated!
- Exclusive thanks to My beta reader IanDonyer!
NB: I am Australian. All spelling is Australian English, AKA Strine.