I had this idea for a story ages ago about slavery in the Pokemon World. The idea wasn't too well recievwed when I first suggested it, but I think that my plot will be able to pull it off! I hope you all enjoy reading, and be cautioned for some derogitary terms for blacks later in the story.
A Wish on Freedom
Part 1: New Adventure Dawning
Olivine City was the busiest part of Johto. It was an industrial city, built heavily on the new discovery of steel-type Pokemon, which was helping to construct a lot of the city, and all parts of the region. But Olivine was mainly bustling as it was a busy commercial and industrial port: the main railways from Goldenrod ended here, with lots of produce, minerals and materials being brought here to be shipped to other regions. And the wealthy people of the land came here to sail to other regions, or trainers with decent cash would go and try Kanto, Hoenn or Sinnoh out for size. Olivine residents were mainly for the men and their families who worked there, and they all got on well enough.
And most of their food came from Miltank Meadows.
Miltank Meadows was a farm, several kilometres up the hill from Olivine. Trainers passed it on their way from Ecruteak to Olivine, and there was a small train platform outside the main gates, where the morning and afternoon freight trains would collect their goods and take it to Olivine. The farm was surrounded by two metre high, dark green hedges. The only break was a wrought iron gate, which lead straight into a closed off courtyard. Miltank Meadows produced milk from Miltank, wool from Mareep and Flaafy, eggs from Torchic and Combusken, and meat from Miltank, Tauros, Combusken and Grumpig. They made a wealthy living, with a huge farmhouse in the middle of the fields, and the farmer, Edmund Parrish, his wife Grace, their sons Victor and Marvin, and their daughter Judith lived a happy lifestyle.
Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for their workers.
Chapter 1: Dawn
April 1st 1910
As the sun rose up into the sky, its bright orange light began to shine through windows all across the regions, waking up the residents.
At the bottom of the Miltank Meadows paddock, there was a tall, wooden structure. It was built into the ground, so that the roof barely stretched over the top of the hedge. Too most people passing, it looked like the top of some sort of storage facility, and few people questioned it’s existence. No one knew the true horror that that building held.
Several times a year, Edmund Parrish would go to an orphanage in Ecruteak City. There, he would pick a poor, innocent little orphan out, with grand promises to give them a healthy lifestyle working on his farm. The nuns that ran the orphanage loved this idea, and were always willing to help with the paperwork, and bide Edmund and his new orphan goodbye.
But once they got back behind the hedges, Edmund and his sons began breaking the orphan in. They frightened the orphan, saying they would track them down and kill them if they ever ran away. Then, they would show them around the different fields, such as the fields where the vegetables grew, and the stables and barnhouse where the Miltank were milked by the female slaves. Then, there were taken down to the tower. The slaves all called it ‘Lucifer’s Cage’, as it was probably the most hellish place on the property. Boys slept in the big lower floor, though it was covered with mud and flith, while the girls slept in the cramped upper floor, with barely any room to move. The slaves there were of all different races, as Edmund like the nuns to think he was ‘multicultural’. Edmund told the orphans that they would get a decent living on the farm, and that they should be happy they aren’t turned into meat and sold alongside dead Tauros. Then, the new slave would be left alone in the tower to cry over their horrific new life.
This was the life Victoria Freeman lived.
Five years ago, her parents had been walking through Ecruteak City, when a white gang jumped them. Her father swiftly sent his Machamp out and defeated the gang, but they angrily retaliated and attacked her parents with knifes. The police found their bodies, throats slit, on the side of the road the next morning. Ten year old Victoria was left alone and distraught, and was sent to the Ecruteak Orphanage. She was stuck there for three years, before Edmund came one September morning, and choose her and another black girl, Gwenda, to come and work on his farm.
Victoria had been terrified, as Victor and Marvin towered over here, and the Tauros, Grumpig and Edmund’s Blaziken came across as terrifying. Thankfully, she was partnered with Gwenda, who she knew a little from the orphanage, and they mainly had to tend to Miltank and collecting eggs and wool. They also had to help load stuff onto the freight trains. They were always changed into nice clothing when they did this, so the driver and firemen wouldn’t suspect a thing. Most nights, Victoria cried herself to sleep, as she couldn’t bear the horror of this place.
Now, two years later, Victoria was fifteen years old, and she was lying on the floor, staring up at the wooden ceiling, as orange dawn sunlight shone through the window. Victoria had long gone past the days when she cried to sleep, but now she struggled to sleep against how uncomfortable the floor was. She slept with only a thin blanket, and used her clothes as a pillow. Most nights, the older girls would stay up late, sharing dreams and swapping tales from before they came here, waiting until they became tired. The white girls had had much simpler lives, with their parents being killed in train crashes or from illness. Both the black and Hispanic girls had had worse upbringings, having to deal with discrimination, which lead to them having less enjoyable lives. Gwenda was the only one who never shared her story, choosing her time to read from a tattered novel she had had for years.
As Victoria yawned and stood up, she could see that several other girls were waking up as well, and getting ready for the days work. Two girls kneeled around the small jug with water in it, taking sips to quench their thirst. Victoria smiled at them, and looked down at a hand mirror that had belonged to her mother. Victoria was very beautiful, with dark brown eyes, long black hair, and a warm smile. She was thin due to a lack of food, and it showed in her shallow cheeks and thin stomach. But, as one of the girls always joked, at least they weren’t overweight. Victoria remembered this and smiled, but it only highlighted the sadness in her eyes.
“Victoria, this is yours right?” Victoria stopped looking at herself sadly and looked around. Gwenda, who slept beside her, had woken up, and was slowly standing up whilst yawning. She was shorter and bit pudgier than Victoria, but had a much bigger smile and nice short hair. She was holding up a yellowed newspaper article, and passed it over to her friend.
“My article, thanks!” Victoria smiled, and took it back. The title read HOENN START FESTIVAL A GREAT SUCCESS. When they had been at the orphanage, Victoria saw in the newspaper about a special festival in Lilycove City in Hoenn. They had a big celebration to celebrate Jirachi, a legendary Pokemon that could grant wishes. Victoria had never seen a picture of it, but the Pokemon sounded just magical, and Victoria always had dreams about trying to find it, but never quite getting there.
“Wake up ladies, wake up!”
The cold voice that echoed up the staircase caused all the sleeping girls to open their eyes. They all knew that voice, and the familiar sound of his cane hitting the stairs. All of the girls leapt up, and stood together in a line.
The Minder was a malicious, nasty old man. He had been in charge of the slaves for years, watching over them so that Edmund wouldn’t have too as much. But, late last year, one male slave got so angry at the Minder that he set the Tauros free. They trampled him, and severely broke his leg. It had healed over the time, but now the Minder walked with a cane in one hand, and his one metre long, black leather whip in the other.
He finished walking up the stairs, and stared at the girls. His hair was silver, and his face was sun damaged and had lots of scars on it, make him looking creepy and nasty. He wore a smart white shirt and long black pants, which wasn’t really appropriate clothing for being out in the sun all day, but the Minder enjoyed looking tidy.
“This room is a mess!” He snarled. “I want it cleaned up tonight after work, or no dinner!” He was always finding ways to try and take away their meals. “There is some bread downstairs for breakfast, but you need to get dressed first. Now hurry up!” He barked, and began limping and clunking away.
“I hate him so much.” Gwenda muttered.
“I hate this place more.” Victoria replied grouchily, as she grabbed her makeshift pillow and unravelled it, to reveal a filthy pink dress with matching hat, and a white apron. Everyone checked the Minder was out of sight before taking off their nightdresses and pulling their work ones on.
“Let’s just get out and hope this day goes well… enough.” Victoria said with false happiness. Gwenda smiled, and the two linked arms as they headed downstairs.