Steven is 15 I think it was said in the first chapter.
Steven is 15 I think it was said in the first chapter.
Yeah, Steven's fifteen. I'd say he's 28 or 30 in the games, so it's probably around '85 or '95, depending on where you're placing RGB.
Once again, thanks everybody for reading. Hopefully, I'll be able to post the next chapter tomorrow, and get back on schedule.
Chapter 4: Forest A-Go-Go
Steven passed eagerly through the front door of the Pokémon Center in Rustboro City, greeted by the friendly lights of the ornate chandeliers above. He strode to the counter, and presented his Trainer Card proudly. He returned Beldum to its Poké Ball and handed it to the nurse, who placed it on the healing machine.
“Steven Stone?” the nurse asked.
“Yeah, that's me,” Steven said.
“I have a letter for you,” she said, reaching under the table and handing a pure white envelope to him.
He tore the envelope open, and unfolded the letter inside. It read:
I apologize sincerely for allowing you to embarrass yourself in such a manner earlier today, and I do hope that you will not be cross with me when you return, but I knew that you would never leave on your own, without some outside prodding. You just aren't happy at home, and I know you'd be much more satisfied outside in the real world. Your father cares deeply about you, whether you believe it or not. He just wants you to be safe. But you are strong. Strong enough to survive on your own, and I hope that you are successful in proving that to him. I wish you only the best in your travels.
Steven smiled. So then it was Jacques all along...
He glanced up at the nurse, who handed him back Beldum's Poké Ball. “Thank you, ma'am,” he said gratefully.
“You're welcome,” the nurse replied, returning the boy's grin.
Steven turned and left the Pokémon Center. He glanced at his watch. “4:17”. Just under three quarters of an hour until his father left the office. He had just under an hour to leave the city and get safely into the Petalburg Woods. He increased his pace, jogging along the side of the road, hearing the gravel crunching under his feet.
He passed blocks of houses, and children playing in the streets, the older kids wary of any oncoming vehicles that might interrupt their games. He envied them, in truth. As a child, Steven never really had any friends he could play with. He stayed cooped up in the house at all times, unless his tutor was giving physical education instruction, and even then, he always stayed on the grounds, usually in the maze.
He had always longed for someone to play with, but his social wishes were never granted, even if he received everything else he desired, and more. He couldn't count how many bad sweaters or cheap toys he received every birthday.
He shook off the thought, and turned his attention ahead of him. Not far ahead, the stony path terminated, being replaced by a heavily-trodden dirt road that led to a serene blue lake. A series of wooden fixed pontoons bridged the lake, and the dirt road continued on the opposite side, leading off into the forest. Blooming flowers swayed gently in the light breeze.
Steven was immediately taken by the beauty of the area. He breathed in the fragrant scent of the dancing flowers. The sunlight pranced across the undulating surface of the lake.
“Hey, Steven!” called someone to Steven's right.
He turned to see Wallace strolling toward him from nearby a patch of soil, holding something in his hand. He waved back.
“I just got a Wailmer Pail from the Pretty Petal Flower Shop,” he said, indicating the dark blue item in his hand. “I can use it to water berry trees all across Hoenn!”
“What do you need berries for? I thought you were trying to make your Feebas evolve,” Steven said.
“Well, yeah,” Wallace said. “I heard that dry berries can help make your Pokémon more beautiful.”
“I don't see how,” Steven said, voicing his doubts.
“Well, either way, I'll find a way to make Feebas beautiful!” Wallace declared excitedly.
Steven paused for a moment. “Where are you headed?”
“I don't know,” Wallace answered. “I guess I'm going to Verdanturf Town... I just wish they'd hurry up with that tunnel.”
“They'll be working on that tunnel for years.” Steven chuckled.
“Do you know how I can get there?” Wallace asked.
“Uh, yeah,” Steven said. “Hold on.” He swung his backpack around to his side and reached into the side pocket and retrieved his map. He traced the routes with his index finger, and located a way to the small town. “You'll have to cross water at Route 103, but if you go through the Petalburg Woods, to Petalburg City, then to Oldale, north up Route 103 and across the inlet to Route 110, you'll come out just south of Mauville City, so you should go north on Cycling Road, and then from Mauville west to Verdanturf.”
“Uh...” Wallace said. “That's a long way... You're taking the Gym Challenge, right? There's a gym in Petalburg City, so why don't we stick together until then?”
Steven pondered this for a moment. He'd never really traveled with anyone before, but it was probably better to traverse the forest in a group. Two heads were better than one, after all. “Sure. Why not?”
“Let's get going, then!” Wallace said, turning and walking down the bridge.
Steven strode alongside his new friend, watching the lake pass by beneath him. He saw a red-scaled Magikarp come close to the surface, then dive deep again. A round blue Marill floated lazily on the surface of the water, pushed along by the wind. A Wingull dipped its tiny beak into the water as it flew by, swallowing down a beak-full of water, drops streaming from its white wings. A brown and tan-patterned Zigzagoon raced through the tall grass and came to a stop at the lakeshore, lapping at the wavy surface.
Before he knew it, Steven had stepped back onto dry land, and he looked ahead at the looming forest. Trees reached high up toward the sky longingly, growing together tightly, obscuring the interior of the forest. The friendly green grass on either side of the beaten path marched on into the unknown.
The dirt path ended abruptly at a hole in the living wall of wood and green. Wallace stopped, hesitating to continue. He turned to look at Steven. “Why don't you lead the way?” he suggested, failing to cover up his nervousness.
“Okay,” Steven sighed, passing Wallace.
The Petalburg Woods seemed to stretch on forever. Patches of sun shone through to the ground, but most of the light was blocked by the multitudes of branches that criss-crossed in intricate chaotic patterns up above. Steven saw a Slakoth move one of its long limbs slowly to scratch its nose up on a tree branch.
Wallace followed closely behind him, hands drawn up and folded together in front of his chest.
A muffled sound came from up ahead, somewhere along the winding grassy path through the forest. A Pokémon cried out.
Steven and Wallace glanced at one another, and immediately ran toward the sound. They came to a ledge, and dropped immediately to the ground. Steven silently released Beldum from its Poké Ball. The Pokémon seemed to sense something was wrong, so it kept silent.
Below, two men wearing long, flowing maroon and purple cloaks conversed lowly. One's boots showed tooth marks. A Poochyena cowered near the two men, obviously hurt. The furry gray Pokémon shivered fearfully, burying its black snout under its paws.
“Beldum,” Steven whispered harshly, preparing to send out a counterattack.
One of the men reached out a hand and restrained the other as he approached the Poochyena to deliver another kick. “Relax. It's just peeved you intruded on its territory.”
The second man grunted angrily. “It bit me.”
“So? It didn't get in the way of our search. Leave it alone. Our mission's done. We need to get back to base. Isis won't be happy if she finds out we've been wasting time hurting Pokémon.”
“Just one kick, I promise. That'll satisfy me and put the little rat out of its misery. Besides, it's not like she runs the whole shebang!”
“Beldum,” Steven hissed again, but Wallace laid a restraining hand on his shoulder, and pointed.
Steven glanced up just in time to see a young girl sail in on a vine, cracking a whip with one hand. From the Poké Ball attached to the end of the whip, a steely gray bird Pokémon shot out, whistling over the two men's heads.
“Skarmory, use Aerial Ace!” the girl commanded. Skarmory immediately obeyed, circling back toward the two men and swooping down at them. The men ducked and held their arms above their hands, barely avoiding the silver-bladed wings of the Pokémon.
In fright, the two men collided and collapsed to the ground. One managed to summon a white and blue Pokémon with a tapered head. The other sent out a small brown Pokémon that resembled a top.
“Skarmory, use Aerial Ace on Meditite!” the girl said, dropping from the vine and landing lightly on her feet.
“Go, Feebas!” Wallace called, tossing his own Poké Ball into the battle. “Use Water Pulse on that Baltoy!”
Wallace's Feebas flopped around feebly for a moment below them at the base of the ledge, before standing still, concentrating on the water that had poured from his Poké Ball. As the girl's fierce flying-type approached its blue and white target, water began to well up around Feebas's body, and it flowed forward gracefully, drenching the tiny Baltoy, which flailed its thin curved arms and fell to the ground.
The Skarmory slammed into the Meditite, which was instantly rendered unable to battle. Its trainer returned it to its Poké Ball, and the two men retreated into the thick foliage.
Wallace and Steven jumped down from their position on the ledge, revealing themselves to the girl. She was dressed in a light blue leotard with yellow cuffs on the legs and white pants. She brushed some dirt off of her white long-sleeved undershirt, and offered her hand.
“Thank you for your help,” she said. Wallace took her hand and shook it emphatically.
“Hi, my name's Wallace. That's my Feebas,” Wallace blurted.
“Nice to meet you. I'm Winona. My dad's the Fortree City Gym Leader,” she said, pulling her hand out of Wallace's. She turned to address Steven, who shook her hand graciously. “And you are?”
“I'm Steven,” he said, again hiding his surname. She looked about the same age as Wallace. He guessed thirteen or fourteen. “What kind of Pokémon is that?” he asked, indicating the bird Pokémon, which was now perched on a nearby low-hanging branch.
“Oh. That's Skarmory. It's half flying-type, half steel-type. I figured it worked best for this situation, because my Swablu gets distracted easily.”
Wallace broke in between Steven and Winona, and the girl's face grew flustered. She brushed a lock of light purple hair out of her eyes and adjusted the pilot's cap on her head, which was identical in color to her leotard.
“So you're from Fortree? I'm from Sootopolis, myself. I'm Juan's number one student!” Wallace bragged, more dramatically than he'd done for Steven earlier in the day. Winona rolled her eyes.
“Okay, that's cool,” she said, apparently uninterested.
“So, listen, I'm headed to Verdanturf to take part in the Normal-rank Pokémon Contest there. If you're going back to Fortree, I could escort you there.”
“Uh, no thanks,” Winona said, putting up a hand. “I'm fine on my own.”
“Are you sure? Master Juan's a Contest Master, and he told me I will be one someday, too!”
Steven rolled his eyes behind Wallace.
“I can fly back on my Skarmory,” Winona said. “Besides, I need to get back to my dad as soon as possible. I have to tell him about those goons. I think he mentioned something about Juan sending out one of his students to investigate, too, and that would be you, right?”
“Yeah,” Wallace said. He nodded.
“Then you should report back to him. He'll want to know about this.”
“About what?” Wallace asked, oblivious.
“About those idiots!” Winona shouted, on the verge of exasperation. “About those Millennium goons.”
“Millennium goons?” Steven broke in, shoving Wallace out of the way. Wallace stumbled backwards a few steps, then fell silent, red-faced.
“Yeah. Apparently, these guys have been sighted all around this area, searching caves and forests for something. I don't know what, though. The Pokémon League is on high alert right now.”
“What could possibly get the Pokémon League so scared?” Steven asked.
“It's probably nothing, but they want to be sure nothing comes of it,” Winona answered. She seemed to adopt a totally different manner when talking to Steven. She seemed calmer.
“Well, we should at least get out of this forest,” Steven suggested.
“You're right,” Winona agreed. “Just follow me. And don't make a sound. More of those guys might be lurking around, waiting for us because we just curb-stomped two of their friends.”
“Right,” Steven and Wallace said together.
The three turned toward the east, following the curving path through the forest.
Unseen by any of them, the tiny Baltoy struggled to its pointed foot, and weakly began to follow.
Last edited by Lugion; 5th October 2010 at 09:10 PM.
LOVED this part! Don't make him meet ALL the gym leaders though, it'd be too hectic.
In the last sentence, do you mean Poochyena?
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Would that Claydol become Steven's?
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Last edited by Der_Neuevenmenschen; 29th September 2010 at 07:02 PM.
Good job man! "Whatta twist!" I agree, don't make him meet all of the Gym Leaders kids.
So now Winona appears, though she doesn't seem to like Wallace's approaches very much at the moment. Also, why did you pick the name Millennium for the evil team?
And, is that Claydol the same one Steven has in the games.
Does it have something to do with the new Millennium assuming that the fic was before the year 2000
I said that too! Perhaps it has something to do with time travel? (Also, I know I just got ninja'd)