Hello everyone, I haven't posted in a while but I'm back with something that has been stuck as a prologue for a fic that never really got started for a very long time and needs to be let out. I am entertaining the possibility of making more of these but it won't be a series with one character but more stories with different perspectives of the things that are happening in the stories. No without further ado I give you the first of the tales of this series and I hope you enjoy it.
Corporal Owle had always been a cautious man and this situation had rung out alarm bells as soon as he stepped into it. The cool, inky blackness of the Ilex forest enveloped him as he slunk through the shadows of the trees. They called it a scouting mission but it was more like suicide with a purpose. Owle had seen the anguish on Lieutenant Surge’s face when he had sent on him this mission but he did not resent him for it. Owle had the best Pokémon for the job and that was the only reason but he could still see the little parts of Surge that died behind his eyes whenever he sent someone to an almost certain death. Ever since the Kanjo war had broken out Surge’s war experience had been held in high regard but the grizzled American had opted to lead the elite scouting unit rather than be trapped behind a desk. They were called the whispers and had been tasked with secret missions of assassination and infiltration. They were held in high regard by the Hoenn-Kanto alliance and as such had been sent all over the Pokémon world. They ranged from gym leaders like Surge, Janine and Sabrina to skilled trainers like Corporal Owle and even the ninja master Koga from the elite four. Though they had started as a unit of fifty they were now down to five, their work was inherently dangerous and stressful causing many to die though the hardest blow had been the loss of the ninjas. Janine and Koga had been the best of the best with the ability to move as silently as a haunter in a vacuum, this, however, hadn’t been enough when an entire military base had blown up around the ears of Janine leading her to be crushed under the mountain of rubble the Johto Radio tower had become. Her death destroyed Koga and he was found the next day with his own sword sticking out of his chest all but destroying any morale the team had left.
The war started differently depending on whom you talked to but one part was always told the same. It all started with Lyra Silver and her supposedly fraudulent claims of defeating Red the Kantoese Pokémon Master and hero. Lyra had journeyed to mount silver and then returned claiming she had found and defeated Red. This caused uproar among the people of Kanto at the suggestion of this Johtoese child had defeated the man they viewed as the greatest Pokémon trainer of all time. This of course enraged the Johto community who saw Lyra as the second coming of Red the Pokémon master and hoped she would help to banish Johto’s reputation as the weakest of all the Pokémon countries. The arguments escalated until finally, without any warning, Red appeared in New Bark town. Without any word as was his custom he signaled for his Charizard to Fire blast the house containing Lyra and her mother. The child escaped the house just before it exploded in flames, her mother, however, was not so lucky and was quickly consumed by the flames. The white-hot rage in Lyra’s gaze matched Red’s icy indifference and a battle ensued from which Red emerged the victor having only used three of his Pokémon of which none had fainted. Without word he flew away on his Charizard to the Pokémon league HQ where the world exploded around him. The Johtoese Government were furious at the unprovoked attack on their country whereas the Kantoese Government said that if Lyra hadn’t lied to everyone she would not have invoked Red’s wrath. When a solution could not be found through talking the two nations turned to violence. Pokémon were trained into fighting machines and guns and knives were given to anyone who could wield them as the two nations prepared for the first Pokémon war in centuries. This was, however, not the end of the diplomacy as Hoenn and Sinnoh joined on the sides of Kanto and Johto respectively. Few knew the true reason but most just thought that Hoenn and Sinnoh were looking for any reason to fight as they had a similar relationship to Kanto and Johto where the snobbish Sinnoans viewed the Hoennese as lazy, fisherman. Though Unova chose to remain neutral, many of its residents chose to return to their home countries and fight for them. The war had raged on for almost ten years when Owle found himself in Ilex forest.
Owle continued to move through the gloom when suddenly he heard the chittering of a bug Pokémon, Ariados he guessed, and knew he’d been spotted. He froze in position as he hard a soft click of a weapon being cocked and made a split second decision. He pulled the pin from his belt causing all the poke balls to erupt into bright white flashes, which shot into his attackers eyes like daggers temporarily blinding them, and roared “Attack pattern C” before diving into the shadows. His Crobat filled the forest with a thick haze eliminating what little light there was in the forest. Owle saw the dim glow of his Electrode loading itself into the cannon of his Blastoise. He charged forward and leapt onto the back of the cannon-wielding tortoise. In the few seconds of light the poke balls had produced he had identified the position of the Johtoese forces. He whispered in the giant water Pokémon ears causing it to turn towards the area in which the soldiers had hid themselves. He then smiled as a foul stench reached nostrils indicating Weezing had loaded itself into the other cannon. He swore viciously as he felt a bullet whistle past his ear and ordered his Blastoise to fire. The two projectiles flew through the air with Electrode glowing a brilliant white and Weezing glowing a sickly purple indicating it was brewing its worst gases ready for the impending impact. The two Pokémon impacted sending a wave of gas out which was quickly made into a fireball by the explosion of the Electrode, setting half the forest ablaze and killing most of the soldiers hidden in the trees.
In all the commotion Owle had failed to notice the silent one sitting in the trees. He was shrouded by his Gengar and had remained calm during the chaos while he lined up his shot. He held his breath as his finger began to tighten on the trigger while the Corporal stood on his Blastoise oblivious to the impending doom that was upon him. He heard a disturbance in the trees but ignored it putting it down to a scared Aipom. He felt the familiar jerk as the rifle released speeding bullet, which hungered for the soft fleshiness of his foes brain. As the bullet impacted spraying the poor mans head across the forest floor the shooter felt an odd stinging sensation across his throat. He looked down and found crimson blood gushing from his neck onto the tree branch below before letting a soft moan of surprise and tumbling to the forest floor. He landed hard but, in his light-headedness, he only heard the muffled crunch of his bones breaking but didn’t feel them. As he slowly began to slip into death’s clutches a small black and red shape stepped in front of him, gave him a quick glance and darted away towards its master. The stricken sniper grinned as he realized the Weavile was his killer and muttered, “Well played” before allowing himself to slip into the now welcoming embrace of death.
The young Corporal’s Pokémon stood around him and stared at their master’s headless corpse. The Weavile was the first to come to its senses and reached into the pockets of his master. He came away with a small yellow diamond shaped stone and a letter. He first gave the small yellow stone to the fainted Electrode who promptly came back to life, noticed his master corpse, and gave out a low electrical moan showing his sadness. Weavile then passed the letter to Crobat, who gave one last look of sadness before flying off to camp to deliver the bad news of Owle’s death. Blastoise then began to use hyper beam on the ground creating a makeshift grave while Weavile moved over the body trying to make it look as peaceful as possible. When the two Pokémon were done Weezing pushed the body into the grave while Electrode played a polyphonic version of the funeral march. Blastoise then filled the grave with water before Weavile joined it in firing an ice beam at the water, freezing it in a clear block, which would preserve the body until it was found by the Kantoese forces who would be arriving on the scene soon after. The Pokémon then gave on last mournful look at their trainer before disappearing into the wilderness to find new homes where they could move on from, but never forget their trainer’s death.
I hope you enjoyed that and if you did leave a comment and any suggestions, I hope I can continue this but I'll have to see how school and exams are and mainly how you react to the idea of these stories and any feed back you give.