Title: "Scales of Worth"
No. of characters: 5970
Target Pokémon: Magikarp [Easiest Level; 3000-5000 characters]
*image by SailorChef on DeviantArt
SOMEWHERE IN JOHTO
It has been three months since fifteen year old Nick left to begin his Pokémon Journey. And within that certain lapse of time he managed to evolve Scorne into a Houndoom, a bold and rather feisty Pokémon that was his starter; acquire the companionship of a Tyranitar he bestowed the name of Gareth; and capture a Togepi which is now a cheery Togetic by the name of Melisand. Along the way he has met various people and Pokémon alike, he even has a rival now.
A humid breeze swept Nick’s sable hair, his back carrying a moderately-sized valise, as he and Scorne strolled side by side into a verdant forest. There was a brilliant mixture of emeralds and greens, the lush beauty of the undergrowth exemplified by the numerous twisted vine structures that surrounded the environment.
Not only were these vines appear to be beautiful, they were strong- like a dense chain nature grew to barricade what is beyond. In order to proceed, Nick had to draw out a machete from his bag to cut the wall of vines. As impenetrable as they seemed, the vines were no match for Nick’s Lairon-steel made equipment that his father gave to him before leaving town.
Nick’s father was an excellent trainer hailing from the Hoenn Region, and he specialized in raising Dark-types. He was such a skilled trainer of his day that he was even a candidate in becoming one of the Elite Four. However, he chose to raise his family first and decided to turn the offer down. They moved back to the hometown of Nick’s Mother, which was Blackthorn City in Johto.
Nick’s blade severed the vines with little effort, and within a few minutes he managed to get out of the thicket. The trainer and his Houndoom stood on grassy earth, as they view from afar a quaint, although quite scenic lodge. Nick breathed the fresh air, and Scorne followed him as they began to walk towards the lodge.
Before they could arrive at Mahogany Town, the two had to pass through a lake that has earned a rather, unique reputation in Johto. It was the Lake of Rage- where the now non-existent Team Rocket in the Johto Region had experimented on the Red Gyarados that has caused a lot of havoc for locals and Pokémon alike.
Nick and Scorne were walking near the banks of the famed lake as he was approached by a familiar figure. Nick looked upon the person sporting a red hat with untidy hair. It was Jake- Nick’s rival, but even more so, a friend.
“Nick!” Jake said, panting. “I was trying to catch up to you back there in the forest, but you were too fast. It was hard getting across those vines. Had to make Charizard use Slash on them.”
“Here for a re-match?” Nick said to his Rival as he pats Houndoom on its head.
“No, not actually. I’m headed to Mahogany Town, and I saw you were headed towards the same direction,” Jake replied, and Nick confirmed that indeed, he was going to Mahogany Town. “I think I’ll challenge Pryce.” The trainer added.
The motive for Nick’s expedition to Mahogany was however, not because he sought a gym battle. He planned to go to the icy town in search of a Sneasel, a dark-type Pokémon he had always wanted to own. Jake asked Nick if they could go together, and Nick accepted his Rival’s offer.
The two along with Scorne then trekked down hill, and they began walking nearer and nearer towards the lodge. The two saw a group of young trainers near one part of the lake. They were huddled up, and they were a rowdy bunch.
Nick called back Scorne to its Pokéball and decided to investigate, and Jake followed. Nick, being quite stern and at the same time curious, demanded the children to tell what they were all up to. Upon closer inspection, Nick realized that the children were ganged up on a Magikarp that got carried offshore.
“Worthless Pokémon!”
“Weakling!”
“Pathetic!”
The children shouted the insults at the helpless fish, and to this Nick heavily frowned. Nick halted the children, and brushed them aside as he picked up the Magikarp. He got the fish and carried it; its vibrant red scales touched his skin. Nick asked the children why they wouldn’t help the Magikarp and instead just stand there and insult it. To this, they responded, that they heard of other adults claiming those nasty things about the Pokémon, and that made their idealism about the Pokémon change.
Nick let Jake take a hold of the fish as he then began to search for money in his pocket. Then he showed the bill to the children.
“Who would like twenty Pokédollars?” Nick asked.
Jake was confused as to why Nick would want to give away money at a time like this. Nevertheless, Nick appears to know what he’s doing, so he played along.
Many hands went up, but the Trainer said: “Before I give it to you, I have to do something to it first.” Nick then creased the bill and crumpled it into a ball. “Who still wants this bill?” He said.
The hands stayed up like before.
“And what if I do this to it?”
Nick dropped the bill on the ground, shouted at it, stomped on it, and yet again he showed them the bill, now filthy and puckered. He restated the question, and the hands remained up.
“Never fail to remember this scene,” Nick began to speak. “It doesn’t matter what I do to this money. It is still a twenty Pokédollar bill. So often in our lives, we are crumpled, trampled, ill-treated, insulted, and yet, no matter what happens, we are still worth the same.”
To this, both Jake and the children were struck in a sense of profoundness. Nick took back the Magikarp from his Friend’s hands, and he inspected it. He found that the Pokémon’s fin was injured, and he took that as the cause of being set ashore. Nick took the obligation of seeing that the Pokémon recovered, and he decided to capture it.
The lakeside air began to blow, as Nick drew out a red and white sphere from the latches of his belt. He gently poked the fish with the Pokéball, and the red light sucked the Pokémon in. In his hands, the sphere started to rock, from left to right and back again...



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