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[Super_Fjord]
20th June 2006, 4:34 AM
First time writing a Poke'/fanfic...so...go easy, please?

Fanfic rating: PG-13 for violence, cursing, some suggestive themes

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Myth
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Chapter 1: Welcome to Terras
Chapter Rating: G
Cursing: None
Gore/Violence: None
Stuff: None


In the land of Terras thrive creatures known as Poke'Mon, similar to those found in the nations of Johto, Kanto, Hoenn, and Shinou. Due to the large population of various species of Poke'Mon and the extensive fossil record, scientists have long believed that Terras may have been the origin of all Poke'Mon.

This theory is reinforced by the fact that evidence of the first Human-Poke'Mon interaction is found here: Apricot Poke'Balls that could possibly still contain ancient Poke'Mon. These artifacts, along with many others are put under special guard at the International Museum of Natural History which can be found in Aquara City, the capital of Terras.

More differences exist still between the Terras region when compared to the Johto/Kanto mainland and Hoenn; Terras is actually a region completely made up of volcanic islands. The largest island actually holds six cities, while the other eight are spread out among the smaller islands.

Due to the fact that most all of Terras' cities are spread out, enormous highways were built long ago between the largest island and three others. This highway, started nearly fifty years ago, is still under construction as many in the government hope to eventually make the highway spread to the seven most populous islands. (The last two islands are completely uninhabited by humans and has no modern structures built on them. One is a large swamp and rainforest-like isle, while the other is actually part of a large mountain range and volcano. The fact that both islands are home to hundreds of Poke'Mon each makes them popular stops for trainers.) Until the highway is completed, boat travel is the fastest and most convenient way to get around.

Due to the fact that a lot of Terras still remains undeveloped and due to consistent crime throughout the islands, the Poke'Mon Association has created specialized rules for trainers in Terras:

- All Trainers are to be placed in squads assigned to them by the Poke'Mon Association immediatly after graduating from Poke'Mon Training Academies; they will remain in these squads until the age of 18 years.

- The squad will be made up of three trainers each and will be given for the first two months an experienced trainer to show them the basics for Poke'Mon battles, capturing, and training.

- In order to compete in the Poke'Mon League challenge, all three members of a squad must earn the Eight Poke'Mon Gym Badges, except for special circumstances. (A squadmember decides to enter alone.)

- After the age of 18 years, trainers can continue to stay with their squads or to go on their own to explore the world.

- All trainers must recieve a Poke'Dex, Poke'Techie/Poke'Gear/Poke'Nav, and a starting Poke'Mon from the Poke'Mon Academy.

- After completing the Poke'Mon League challenge in Terras, a squad/trainer can choose to compete again or compete in one of the other League challanges in Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Shinou.

- Any trainer found to be commiting illegal acts anywhere will have their licenses and Poke'Mon confiscated.

Welcome to Terras, the Beginning Land.

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Gregory Breal smiled as he walked into the Terras Poke'Mon Academy. After his eleventh birthday the year before, his parents had decided that Greg should have the chance to become an official Poke'Mon trainer and so had sent him all the way from Pyre Village to Aquara City so he could attend the academy this year. By the next summer he would be ready to go out on his journey. And with a Poke'Mon too, he thought. Ever since he could remember he had wanted to own and train a Poke'Mon, and now he would have a chance to do that.

Still smiling, Greg read over the list of classes he would have. Poke'Mon Communication, Trainers Ed., Poke'Mon Interraction, Battle class, and Science/Math. Greg didn't see the point of having Math class or Science class, but he didn't care. After all this he would be able to travel the world, collecting and training Poke'Mon, and one day...becoming the Poke'Mon master! Yeah, Greg thought to himself, "A Poke'Mon master..."

"Excuse me, did you say something?"

Greg was startled; no one had spoken to him at all today. He looked up from where he sat on the school benches to see a pretty blonde girl looking at him quizzically. She had big green eyes and a slender build; she almost looked like she was modeling. She probably could if she wanted to, Greg thought sheepishly.

"Oh, no. Sorry, I was thinking outloud," Greg said shyly. He got mad at himself suddenly; he didn't want to blush infront of this girl. It was only then that he noticed that three or four other pretty girls had also come out of no where. Come on...don't blush...Don't forget, first impressions are everything, Greg begged of himself. Awkwardly, he stood up.

Greg wasn't much taller than the blonde girl, even if he was 5'5''. He stuck out his hand to shake and said, "Hi, I'm Greg Breal."

The girl seemed slightly surprised. Greg took one look at her face and began to mentally bash himself again. You idiot, you don't even know her... Greg knew then that he must have blushed because the girls who stood next to the blonde all began to giggle. Greg was nearly blown away when the girl took his hand and shook.

"Nice to meet you Greg Breal. I'm Jennifer Sullivan," she said in a sweet and kind voice. Greg's face was beet red now, and he felt so shy now that he tried to back away slowly only to trip over the bench behind him. The girls all began to howl at this, but Jennifer merely smiled and knelt over to help Greg up.

Once on both of his feet, he gave a hurried "thank you" and walked as quickly as possible away. Once he felt he was far enough away, Greg went and sat on the concrete stairs near the front doors. "Idiot," Greg said to himself, and bashed his forehead. He hoped that he would never get into a situation like that again. Unfortunately, he felt deep down inside, it was probably something unavoidable in life.

Sighing and regaining his composure, Greg got up and waited for the bell to ring. Hopefully class would get his mind off everything. Greg almost laughed at that thought. It was the first time he had ever wanted to go to class for anything.

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Jennifer Sullivan was not one of the most popular girls in school, but she was considered one of the smartest and prettiest. The fact that she had many friends combined with that would make one think that Jenn was a social butterfly when infact she is extremely shy and has a hard time talking to people she doesn't know very well. She had a suspicion that this fact was not known to one Greg Breal.

"Wow Jenn! Class hasn't even started and you have a new boyfriend," Kassy teased, pulling at Jennifer's blonde hair. The other girls giggled along with Kassy. Jenn grabbed Kassy's hand and pushed it away.

"Oh come on Kassy. You're just jealous that you didn't get to hold his hand." There were some surprised laughs and shrieks brought up from the group because of that. Kassy pinched Jenn and pouted in an extremely exaggerated way.

Kassy was, in all ways, Jenn's best friend. They had been in school together all their lives and even lived fairly close to each other. Kassy knew everything about Jenn, and it was likewise in Jenn's case, so their frequent insulting and joking of each other was a sight anyone would recognize as normal, unless you were someone who just didn't know them at all.

"He was pretty cute, Jenn," Mariah chimed in, whose comment was quickly followed by a chorus of 'oh's.

Many people were surprised by the sight of Mariah, Kassy, and Jenn together. The three were best friends, but they seemed nothing alike. While Jennifer was slender and pretty, Kassy was about the same height but slightly overweight and with frizzy red hair usually pulled back into a poneytail. Mariah, however, was very small and skinny with jet black hair and seemed to glow. While Jennifer was mild mannered and Kassy loud, Mariah found a balance between the two.

Jenn playing patted Mariah on the head, smiled, and said, "Well, if you say so."

Kassy laughed and was soon joined by the others. "What do you think of Mr. Breal, Jenn?" she asked.

Jenn shrugged and said simply, "He seems sweet, but I would have to get to know him better. Maybe we'll have some classes together and I can learn more about him." In truth, Jennifer had actually thought he was pretty cute. He was about her height, with dark brown hair, a handsome face, and beautiful eyes. But he seems uncertain...scared maybe.

Kassy sighed and Mariah rolled her eyes, the two of them obviously displeased by her answer. "Come on, Jenn," Mariah said, "You out of all us us should have a boyfriend! It's coming to that time, you know. And you could practically have anyone you want; I mean, you are the prettiest girl in school!"

Although this was followed by some murmers of agreement, Jenn stopped it with a shrug as she often answered such questions and comments. "I'm just waiting for the right person," she said.

Kassy raised an eyebrow at this. "And who is this right person, Jennifer Sulliven?"

Jennifer smiled, looking at a taller boy dressed in black and said, "I'll know sooner or later." Kassy and Mariah sighed and appeared to surrender to this, dropping the subject of boys entirely. Such petty things could wait; for now, it was of utmost importance to figure out what nail polish would be used for first period classes.

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There were two things Greg Breal realized after he left from the Student Introductury Assembly. One was that there were only about two hundred students at this school. The second was that this year may be more interesting than he had imagined.

The first day of school, each student would be shown to his/her dormatory introduced to his/her roommates. Although Greg knew that he would have a dorm-room, he had completely forgotten the fact that he would have a roommate. Maybe I will make a friend through this after all, Greg hoped silently as he took his things and followed the directions given to him.

Greg's room was on the second floor of the guy's dormatory, Room 238. When he opened the door he saw that his roommate had beaten him here: posters on one wall showed the band Hell's Angels in all their glory. On one of the beds lay an average sized boy with bright purple hair and a darker complexion. Blasting over the radio over the boy's bed was, not surprisingly, Hell's Angels.

When Greg put down his things and looked around, the boy on the bed suddenly shot up and turned off the radio. Suddenly Greg found himself shaking hands with the purple-headed kid.

"Hey," he said in a friendly manner, "I'm eleven and insane, but you can call me Piggie, because I told you to."

Bewildered, Greg shook back slowly, "Hey...Piggie...I'm Greg..."

Piggie laughed, "Ha! Fantastic! Nice to meet you Greg."

"So...uh," Greg started, trying to start a conversation, when suddenly Piggie had disappeared half-way under his bed. When he returned he handed Greg a rolled up poster.

"Say Greg, you like Blatoise Brothers? PIKACHU! At The Disco? Airconditioner Head?" Piggie asked. He continued to shoot off names of bands, while Greg tried to keep up, nodding and shrugging if he could keep up with what Piggie was saying. When he finally stopped, Greg sighed and sat down on his bed.

"So, what's this poster for?" Greg asked, unfolding it.

Piggie shrugged, "It was here before I set up the home base."

Greg took that to mean that someone had left it behind and looked at it. To his surprise it was an autographed chart showing every known Poke'Mon, signed by Professor Oak himself. In awe, Greg almost didn't hear Piggie asking him something.

"Do you like Hell's Angels?"

"What?" Greg asked, distracted by the poster.

"DO YOU LIKE HELL'S ANGELS?"

"Oh, oh yeah...sure..."

"Good, because I love them, and you'll probably end up hearing them all day long if you stick around," Piggie said.

Greg smiled, Great, he thought, At least he has commitment. Greg put the poster away and started putting his things up around the room. Piggie watched in disintrest and eventually just went back to laying down and listening to Hell's Angels.

With Piggie quiet, Greg had a few moments to think. Well, it's 9:00 AM right now and class starts at 11:00. That gives me two hours to get ready, I guess... Deciding to have his stuff put together, Greg slipped his class supplies into his bookbag and told Piggie he was going to go hang out in the courtyard until class started.

"Have fun, mate," Piggie said, waving Greg off. As Greg closed the door and went down to the courtyard, he remembered this mornings encounter with Jennifer Sullivan, the pretty blonde-haired girl. Almost as if by magic, Greg noticed that she and her friends were in fact standing in a part of the courtyard. Greg's mind was racing. What do I do? he wondered frantically, confused and worried. Should I talk to her? Or not...Maybe I should just-

Suddenly, one of the girls began to wave at Greg. The red-head one whose name Greg didn't know. It looked like she wanted him to come over to them. Uh oh, Greg thought, regreting this decision to come down to the courtyard. Even so, Greg sucked it up and decided to walk over there.

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Jennifer felt shocked when Kassy waved the boy, Greg, over. Why is she doing this to him? Can't she tell he's shy? Jenn felt sorry for Greg; he obviously wasn't comfortable around her, but whether that was because he liked her, she couldn't tell. She had a suspicion, however, that Greg was not that kind of a guy.

"Hi..." he said meekly. He was obviously worried, maybe even frightened. Mariah however, quickly broke the ice.

"Greg, right? Hi, I'm Mariah, this is Kassy, Miranda, Isabell, and you already know Jennifer."

Greg looked almost instantly releaved and even smiled, saying a quick 'hi' to the group. Jenn felt her eyes lock with his for a moment. He really does have pretty eyes.

"So, where are you from Greg?" Kassy asked in a friendly way. Jenn instantly saw this for what it really was. She knew Kassy didn't mean to do it, but her family had taught her how.

Some parts of Terras were considered plain trash, and people from those places were many times considered plain trash too. It was a kind of test that many Aquarains used.

"Eh, Pyre Village. I'm from Pyre Village to the East of here," Greg answered.

Jenn was afraid of that. Pyre Village was fairly well known, but not for the reasons Greg might want. Almost everyone in Terras considered Pyre Village a dirty town or scoundrels and drunks, and although in some cases it might be true, Jennifer knew that her friends shouldn't do this to anouther student. Especially not to such a sensitive kid, she thought.

"Really? That's neat!" Mariah exclaimed, relaxing Jenn some. "None of us are from anywhere but here."

Greg seemed relaxed too now, able to converse about something. "Yeah, well, where I'm from is nothing special. This place, though, is just so...pretty." Some of the girls giggled at first, but soon realized he was serious as they looked at him blushing slightly.

"Um...It was nice meeting you all, but...uh...I have to go, I forgot some of my books for class..." Greg walked away slowly at first, and then broke into something of a frantic dash. Jenn sighed, exasperated. She punched Kassy in the arm softly and walked back towards the dorm. Jenn felt that she could wait until after school to talk to Kassy and the others about Greg. And it shouldn't be such a big deal... I mean, I don't like him...

She turned suddenly and looked back as Greg stopped at the dormatory doors. He looked at her too, smiled, and walked away. She felt herself becoming red in the face.

Right?

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Next time: Chapter 2, Enter Zach Takahi!

Evan Turner
20th June 2006, 6:03 AM
Hello.

Good job. This fic has something behind it. Kudos to you. The length was good, although you may want to lengthen it as you go on. I noticed a few mistakes, though most were minor spelling errors. You might want to double check your work more thoroughly. But it's all good right now. I'll probably be back for more. God job, and good luck. Nice portrayal of shy people. I really liked that.

G'day
Evander

CHeSHiRe-CaT
20th June 2006, 6:31 AM
Hmm, this is an interesting start for a writer. I liked the background information you gave on the region of Terras ^^ I always feel so enlightened after reading explanatory sections of stories for some reason XD Anyway, the plot seems to be moving just a little fast for my taste, but it's much better than other things I've read on here. The characters are pretty likeable, too, though I wish there was a way you could slip in a description there of Greg; I can't really imagine what he looks like.

Good luck with your fic ^^

Masumi
20th June 2006, 11:12 AM
Interesting part. I really would like to know how it continiues.

[Super_Fjord]
20th June 2006, 4:47 PM
Hello.

Good job. This fic has something behind it. Kudos to you. The length was good, although you may want to lengthen it as you go on. I noticed a few mistakes, though most were minor spelling errors. You might want to double check your work more thoroughly. But it's all good right now. I'll probably be back for more. God job, and good luck. Nice portrayal of shy people. I really liked that.

G'day
Evander.

Thank you, -Evander-. I know it wasn't very long, but it was really just an introductory for the two more important characters, Greg and Jenn, and the region of Terras. If I had continued, I felt like it would have missed the point of the chapter in the first place. And yeah, I'll go back and check more thoroughly. I forgot to put this one through spell check. :P


Hmm, this is an interesting start for a writer. I liked the background information you gave on the region of Terras ^^ I always feel so enlightened after reading explanatory sections of stories for some reason XD Anyway, the plot seems to be moving just a little fast for my taste, but it's much better than other things I've read on here. The characters are pretty likeable, too, though I wish there was a way you could slip in a description there of Greg; I can't really imagine what he looks like.

Good luck with your fic ^^

Thanks, CHeSHiRe-CaT. I know the plot seems to be quick, but I was kind of in a rush while writing it. It slows down a lot after the first chapter, I think. But even if it seems quick, the first chapter really only takes place in about an hour, so, yeah. I'm going to try to get a better description of Greg in next chapter, when the final main character is introduced, as well as a better one for Jenn. (Who knows, I may just draw them and scan pictures on, ect...)


Interesting part. I really would like to know how it continiues.

Thanks, Masumi. It starts out a bit slow, but after chapter four it will hopefully speed up. (Or at least by five. It depends on how much story is shoved into two and three, really...)

Thanks for the comments! Expect chapter update...eh...soonish.

[Super_Fjord]
20th June 2006, 10:42 PM
Next chapter!
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Chapter 2: Enter Zach Takahi!
Chapter Rating: PG
Cursing: Yes
Gore/Violence: Violence
Stuff: None


Greg was sitting in his first class by the time the tardy bell rang, and he looked around. None of the girls were in the class with him, for which he was partly relieved, but there also wasn’t anyone else he recognized, not even Piggie. Oh well, Greg thought as he stared out the window lazily, it’s not like it’ll be a big deal. One year of this and I’m off on my own! I can go anywhere I want whenever I want and just…well…be alone.

As Greg was thinking this, the professor for the class, PokéMon Communications, stepped inside the classroom. He was a short man, Greg could easily be taller, and he had curling grey hair. He was old, maybe sixty, but he smiled a lot and seemed a very happy person.

“Hello class,” he said, putting his suitcase on his desk, “I am Professor Maple, and I shall be teaching you PokéMon communication this year.” As Prof. Maple sat in his desk and looked around he seemed confused.

“Is someone missing?” he asked. Greg looked around the classroom again to see what he meant. Sure enough, there was an empty desk. The professor sighed quietly and picked up a sheet of paper, “Well, I suppose we’ll find out soon enough. Roll call, everyone.”

Greg’s name was one of the first called, and for every name called someone answered “here” until Maple came to the end of the list. He called out the name: “Zach Takahi? Is Zach Takahi here?” There was no answer. Maple called the name again, and suddenly the door opened. A boy dressed in black walked in and sat at his desk.

Professor Maple did not appear amused, “I suppose you are Zach Takahi?” The boy nodded to confirm this. “Can you explain why you are late?” Professor Maple tried to press on. The boy said simply, “Because I left school to do something and I ran into some trouble on my way back.”

“Really?” Maple asked, continuing to interrogate Zach, “Are you able to specify what kind of trouble?” Zach nodded again.

“I was mugged,” he said, his voice still level.

Professor Maple seemed surprised. “Oh dear. Are you okay, my boy?”

Zach must have grinned because Greg saw how Maple’s face scrunched up like he was thinking very hard. Zach then answered Maple, “I’m fine, but the mugger isn’t getting out of the hospital for a few weeks.”

The boy perplexed Greg. He was cool-headed and collected, but he seemed to have an attitude, like he was angry with someone. That was not all that was different about Zach Takahi. He was tall, taller than Greg at least, and had snow-white hair. Greg hadn’t seen his face for very long before the boy had sat down, but Greg could tell he had blue or grey eyes, and that he had a face that reminded him of the guys in bands or on TV shows that girls always had crushes on for one reason or another. One thing is for sure, Greg thought to himself uneasily, I don’t think I’d like to get in this guys way.

Professor Maple obviously felt the same way, because he began to move on with class. “Alright children, tell me, what is Poke’Mon Communications class about?”

One girl in the back of the room raised her hand slowly, and when called upon said, “It’s a class where we learn to communicate with Poke’Mon?”

Professor Male clapped his hands excitedly, “Yes! Quite so, my dear girl. Mary, isn’t it? Yes, well, continuing. Mary is correct. In this class you shall learn how to communicate with PokéMon.”

The professor paused and looked around until he caught eyes with Greg. Uncomfortable, Greg suddenly went rigid in his seat. Please don’t call on me, Greg pleaded in his mind.
“You there, Gregory Breal, tell me. What do I mean my communicating with PokéMon?”

Damn. Greg felt that he knew the answer, but he was scared really. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself on the first day, but he stuttered anyway. “W-well, professor, I would think that it means that we’ll learn how to understand PokéMon.”

The professor was pleased by this answer, or so Greg thought from the expression on his face. Then again, Greg thought, he looked like that all through class until Zach Takahi came in.

Professor Maple started to speak again, “Well, Mr. Breal, I am happy to inform you that your thought is quite correct.” He walked around to stand in front of his desk.

“Now, can anyone tell me how we will learn to communicate with PokéMon? How about you, Mr. Takahi?” After the professor asked this, Zach didn’t answer immediately, nor did he raise his head to acknowledge the professor. “Mr. Takahi?”

Zach’s quick answer surprised everyone in the room; “We’ll learn how to recognize tones, patterns, and physical gestures and movements.”

Taken aback, Professor Maple merely nodded and said, “That is…correct. Now, let’s get out your notebooks and begin taking your first notes.”

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Greg’s next class was slightly less interesting. Trainers Education was just an overstated way of saying P.E. Greg had to run laps and then take notes on how to pass the final exam at the end of the year. Greg didn’t know anyone in this class either (most of them were not in his first period, and those who were he wasn’t familiar with).

Letting into boredom, Greg’s mind wandered to Zach Takahi. He was…different to put it simply. He was smart, probably smarter than Greg, but tough. Zach Takahi was the kind of person Greg expected to see become a PokéMon League champion. He seemed to radiate strength, anger, and invincibility. Greg smiled slightly. He also seemed the kind of guy who all the girls would go crazy over, but that much he had gathered from watching the girls who sat in front of him talk in first period. Zach Takahi was obviously going to become well known this year.

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Third period was designated the lunch period. Everyone would go into the cafeteria and get a lunch, and then they would go out to the courtyard and eat. Greg noticed that ‘everyone’ in this case did not include Zach Takahi. The tall and mysterious loner had disappeared once again. Greg decided not to let it bother him; it was none of his business what Zach did in his spare time.

Meanwhile, Greg was looking for a place to sit and eat. He had passed Piggie earlier but he had already finished lunch and was going to go and listen to music in the dorm until class started. Greg hadn’t seen Jennifer and her group since this morning and had felt that he would rather not again; he probably was already on everybody’s “loser” list as it was. Oh well, Greg thought as he continued to look for a spot, we’ll see who the losers are after I get out of here and on the road. Slightly confident now, Greg decided to just sit on one of the benches in the garden area. As he picked up his deformed looking ham and cheese sandwich, Greg suddenly noticed something moving through the bushes. He looked around him to see if anyone else noticed, but no one else was near him for now. Greg put down his sandwich and stuck his hand to part the leaves of the bush.

In Pyre Village, Greg had been taught to learn things for himself. If a little risk was involved, well, then it just made learning more interesting. Greg felt that this may have been one of those interesting lessons, but there was nothing in the bush. Weird, Greg thought, turning back to his lunch. Much to his surprise, there was something eating his sandwich. A PokéMon!

Greg quickly recognized the creature. About two feet tall, the tan armadillo-like Sandshrew was a usually very timid creature. Sandshrew were actually fairly common throughout the world, especially in Pyre Village, but Greg had never expected to see one in a place like Aquara City.

The Sandshrew had stopped nibbling on the sandwich and appeared to be ready to run. Greg moved slowly, hoping not to scare it away. He grabbed the sandwich and tore it in half, giving some to the Sandshrew. Suspicious, the Sandshrew sniffed at the sandwich and then at Greg’s hand before taking it and nibbling once more. Greg smiled, in awe. He had never really been so close to a PokéMon before. When Greg held out his hand to touch it the Sandshrew, with surprising quickness, rolled itself into a ball.

Bemused, Greg tapped his knuckle against its hard shell-like exterior. I guess it really is timid. Greg lifted up the ball. It wasn’t to heavy, maybe thirty pounds at the most. It was about the size of a soccer ball and even though Greg knew that he couldn’t hurt it, he carefully laid the Sandshrew on the ground and put the sandwich next to it. When the Sandshrew came out of hiding, it grabbed the sandwich and hopped back into the bushes. Greg smiled and left, amused by the encounter. Well, now I know what to tell my dad in my next letter home, he thought as he walked towards the school building.

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Jennifer had already finished her lunch and was walking around the courtyard, part of her waiting for her friends to finish and catch and part of her wanting to go find Greg Breal, the boy she had met earlier in the day.

While walking around, she stopped near the entrance to the garden section of the courtyard. There was no one in the garden section except, to her surprise, Greg. He sat alone, or so she had thought. When he looked all he way at the bench she saw to her amazement that a Sandshrew was sitting next to Greg and nibbling on part of a sandwich. After what felt like a few minutes, Greg reached to touch the Sandshrew but the mouse-like PokéMon curled into its protective ball. Greg seemed to laugh and pick up the Sandshrew to examine it closer, but then put it down on the courtyard stone and put the sandwich next to it. The Sandshrew emerged from its shell and ran for the bushes. The look on Greg’s face was happier than she had ever seen in someone who seemed so scared. Jenn felt now that she was seeing the real Greg.

She decided not to stick around much longer and walked on. While she walked around the courtyard, the sight of a boy suddenly stopped her. The boy was the one from in the morning, the handsome white-haired boy in black. He was looking right at her. Wow. He has beautiful eyes, she thought, mesmerized by his stare. Embarrassed, she broke the contact. She sat down at a nearby bench and looked at him again. He was no longer watching her, but instead watching Greg Breal as he walked towards the building. Though she couldn’t be sure, it looked like the boy had indeed been watching Greg. She wondered why for a minute, and then pondered both of the boys.

Greg she had already met and talked too. He was new to the city and came from a fair distance away. He was a little bit taller than her, maybe 5’5’’, with dark brown hair and eyes to match. He was about average in size, not big but not small. The only other noticeable thing about him was his rather boyish face and the fact that he wore jeans and a dark red t-shirt. He was friendly, Jennifer thought, but preferred his own thoughts as company. Although he did seem to like that Sandshrew quite a lot, she thought with a smile. It was cute to watch him. She gave herself a mental slap on the hand, reminding herself of her earlier conclusion. Greg Breal is not the one. No way.

But this other boy who stood in the background was different from Greg. First of all, he was taller by about an inch. Secondly, he was just handsome, almost as if he could be some sort of celebrity. Third, he just gave off an atmosphere, even from so far away. He was strong and smart, and he wasn’t afraid to make that clear to people from his attitude. He seemed angry at the world, Jenn thought, kind of like that teenagers who hung out near her apartment and moped around, except he was genuinely angry.

She remembered now that she had seen this boy earlier in the morning, but he had disappeared before class. He had smooth, white hair and grey-blue eyes that were just beautiful, as she remembered her thoughts from earlier. He was clothed almost completely in black, except now she saw he wore a white t-shirt beneath his black short-sleeved jacket. He even wore black pants and shoes. A rather odd choice of clothing, Jennifer thought.

Jennifer’s thoughts of these two new boys were disturbed by the loud wailings of the class bell. Grabbing her things, Jenn looked back once more to see that the boy had disappeared. How odd…

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Greg’s next class was one he had been waiting for all day: PokéMon Interactions. Much to his surprise, Jennifer Sullivan was in this class. Feeling shy now, Greg sat near the back of the class.

The reason Greg was excited about this class was because he had heard that in this class they would get to actually meet with and learn about the actual PokéMon. The professor for this class, Professor Honey, was a young woman, especially compared to the other teachers.

“Hello class. I am Professor Honey, and welcome to PokéMon Interactions,” Prof. Honey introduced herself. She quickly checked roll, and much to Greg’s embarrassment, made Jennifer’s head turn to look for him as soon as she called his name. Quick to get to work, Professor Honey asked the class to reach under their desks and get the PokéMon guides. She then asked each person in the class to go through the book and choose their favorite PokéMon.

As Greg quickly learned, the guide was like a written PokéDex; it held information on every PokéMon known. Greg flipped through the book slowly, several different creatures catching his eye. One such was Sandshrew, but he continued past it. Eventually Greg found a PokéMon he thought was one of the most interesting, Dragonite. An extremely powerful and mysterious creature, Dragonite are known for their compassion and human-like intelligence.

After finding their favorites, Professor Honey would then ask each person to tell the class what it was. Multiple people said things like ‘Charizard,’ ‘Blastoise,’ ‘Venusaur,’ and other famous starting PokéMon, but no one else said Dragonite. Actually, Jennifer was one of the few to choose something else also; she selected Milotic as her favorite. After that was done, Prof. Honey asked everyone to listen carefully.

“Alright, now that you have chosen your favorite, tell me, if you were to meet one in the wild, how would you interact with it?”

The question had brought about an awkward silence.

“So none of you would know what to do?” Honey smiled pleasantly. “Good. That’s why I’m here to teach you.”

Prof. Honey proceeded to pull down the overhead screen and show some slides explaining the relationship between people and PokéMon. Greg decided to take some notes, but noticed that Jennifer seemed to be distracted. Looking in the same direction as her, Greg could see that Zach Takahi was standing outside. What is he doing? Greg wondered, stretching his neck. It looks like he’s talking to someone, Greg thought.

While he watched for a few more minutes, Zach left from the view of the window. Going back to his notes, Greg was surprised to hear the bell ring.

“Alright class, we’ll leave off here and pick up tomorrow. Have a nice first day.” And with that the class filed out of the room, Greg and Jennifer trailing behind.

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As Greg walked, Jennifer stayed close behind him. Deciding to go ahead and ask him, Jenn ran up to him. “Hey Greg,” she said. Greg turned his head and nodded.

“I didn’t expect you to be in the same third period as me,” she commented, hoping to start a conversation. As if sensing her question, Greg stated the facts.

“You saw Zach Takahi too, outside of the window,” he said. He seemed confused every bit as much as Jenn.

“That’s his name than? Zach Takahi…” Jenn had seen him outside of the window talking to someone or something. It bothered her not to know.

“What class do you have next?” Greg was trying to change the subject, Jenn sensed, so she went with the chance to get to know him.

“Battle Class,” she answered. He seemed to lighten up now.

“Really? Me too,” he paused a moment then continued, “What exactly do we do in that class?” Jenn shrugged. She honestly didn’t know, and she had a feeling no one did either, especially since she had heard nothing about it from anyone.

“All I know is that it’s in the stadium and that it’s a really big class,” Jenn told Greg. Maybe Zach will be in it, she thought hopefully. Jennifer couldn’t help but be curious about this boy; he was unique in ways she had never encountered and it was…alluring.

Greg was silent the rest of the way there, and he seemed kind of sad. Jenn had noticed earlier that he didn’t seem to be a very happy person, more like the kind of guy who stays quiet a lot and doesn’t have many friends. Starting to feel sorry for him, Jennifer began to think of what to do. Should she try talking to him, or leave him alone? Looking at the clock tower, she decided to go with the third option.

“Come on, Greg! We have to hurry or we’ll be late!” Jennifer cried out, running ahead. She looked back to see an amused looking Greg who shook his head and ran after her.

“Race you there,” Greg said as he passed her up. Jennifer was caught by surprise by this and laughed, running even harder to keep up.

---

As Greg and Jenn came into the stadium, panting from the hard run and laughing quietly, they noticed that it had been a bit of an understatement to say that this was a big class. It was a class with every student in school involved.

“Whoa…you weren’t joking when you said that this is a big class,” Greg murmured. Jenn shook her head in agreement, slightly bewildered by the size of the class.

Greg tapped Jenn on the shoulder and the two found a seat near the front. In the middle of the arena was a podium that could be lowered and raised. Right now, it was at its highest allowing the Battle Class teacher to be seen and heard by all.

“Hello,” the professor bellowed, frightening some students, “I am Professor Warren. I will be teaching you how to compete in a PokéMon battle as well as how to capture PokéMon.” With this Prof. Warren began to lower the podium.

“Pop quiz! Two students will be selected for a battle to demonstrate how it works. I’ve put everyone’s name into the computer and it will use logic factors to choose two students who could possibly be the best battlers here. The names of those students will be shown on the scoreboard and they will come down and select six PokéMon for their battle. Understood?”

Because everyone was excited, or perhaps deaf, they all just shook their heads. Greg, knowing he couldn’t possibly be one of the ones chosen, watched in earnest. A PokéMon Battle! Sweet! This is going to be awesome!

Looking beside him, Jennifer also seemed excited, or at least that’s what he understood her smile to mean. She really is very pretty, he thought, looking at her face. Suddenly, cheers broke out in the stadium. Startled, Greg twisted his neck to fast and hurt himself.
Rubbing his neck slowly, he looked at the scoreboard in disbelief. Holy crap. Listed in big block letters were two names: Zachary Takahi and Gregory Breal.

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Next time: Chapter 3, Unexpected Battle; Greg vs. Zach

Demy
21st June 2006, 1:54 PM
this is a great fic. keep it up also you don;t spell like that POKEMON but like this Pokemon

Demy

[Super_Fjord]
21st June 2006, 4:50 PM
this is a great fic. keep it up also you don;t spell like that POKEMON but like this Pokemon

Demy

Um...You kind of spelt both of those "PokéMon"s the same. Thanks anyway, Demy. (Do you mean using 'é' in PokéMon? I forgot to the last few chapters. I'll go back and fix it.)

Updating later. (Sometimes later today, in the evening or late afternoon...)

[Super_Fjord]
22nd June 2006, 2:06 AM
Chapter.
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Chapter 3: Unexpected Battle; Greg vs. Zach! (Part 1)
Chapter Rating: PG
Cursing: yes
Gore/Violence: Yes
Stuff: None


Seeing his name on the scoreboard had scared Greg. Now everyone would see him. I can't lose this. If I do...well... Greg pushed the thought from his mind. He knew the consequences of losing in front of everyone... But what scared him even more was that he would be battling Zach Takahi.

As he walked down the stairs to the stadium field, Greg tried not to make eye contact with any of the people along the sides. Suddenly, Piggie's big purple Mohawk came out of nowhere.

"Go kick some ***, Breal! Show Takahi who's boss!"

Slightly embarrassed, Greg tried to smile but found he couldn't. He knew fairly well he was doomed. But I'll have to thank him later, Greg thought as he continued, at least someone's willing to cheer for me.

After that thought, Greg noticed that he had already reached the field and that the Battle professor was waiting for him, and standing next to him was a slightly dangerous looking Zach Takahi. As soon as Greg got over to the coach he was handed a belt with six PokéBalls hooked on it.

The coach smiled, "Alright, here are the rules. Six rounds, and each round will be over after a PokéMon faints. I want to see a good, clean battle. The computer chose you for a reason, so don't let us down," he said.

Zach suddenly stepped forward and put his hand out for Greg to shake. Greg accepted it and found that Zach was looking intently at his eyes. Greg returned the favor and said to him, "Good luck." Zach almost seemed to grin and then walked to the other side of the stadium.

Greg, not totally sure of what to do, imitated Zach in fashion and stood across the field from him. Looking around, Greg could see Piggie and his friends chanting something. He continued to look and could finally see that Jennifer had actually moved over to her friends and they were all talking. I wonder what about?

This thought was quickly interrupted by the coach over the intercom, "Will both students please step onto the metal stages in front of them."

It was the first time Greg had noticed them. I'm a nervous wreck, he realized. Stepping onto the stage, he was startled by a sudden creaking of gears. A gate surrounded the metal stage and began to rise nearly ten feet over the field. Feeling slightly nauseated, Greg didn't dare look anywhere but forward, and in doing so quickly regained his composure.

As he raised an arm to wipe sweat from his forehead, he noticed that there was a panel on the gate. On the panel were six grooves that were perfect for holding PokéBalls. Looking over quickly at Zach, who merely glared from across the field at Greg, he guessed that this was a unit for holding his PokéBalls. Slipping each ball into a groove, a little light with a picture glowed on his panel. Each picture was different. It took a moment for Greg to realize that these were the PokéMon in the balls. Looking at each light, he began to identify each PokéMon. Let’s see, Greg thought, trying to think quickly, this one is a Golem… I think this is a Misdreavus, and this one is a Heracross. The others he had no time to identify, because suddenly, the coach called for the battle to begin.

“Alright everyone, let’s have a battle!” This announcement brought dozens of cries from the stadium, all of them asking for the same thing: a fight. Greg glared down the field at Zach and vice versa. Greg smiled suddenly. I think I just made my first rival.

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Jennifer watched in awe as it happened. She had been completely caught off guard, as had Greg been, when his name had appeared on the scoreboard. Seeing Takahi’s name up there, however, hadn’t been all too surprising.

After Greg had left, Jenn had found her friends sitting in one of the better viewing seats and decided to join them. Once there she watched Greg worriedly.

“Do you think he has a chance of winning?” Mariah asked. Kassy laughed at this.

“I bet you anything that he does it! The computer had to have chosen him for a reason. It wouldn’t be logical to put the worst and the best together, would it?” Kassy’s rationalization did little to make Jennifer feel any more confident. Even if Greg were selected for some reason, if he lost he would become the butt of every joke for a very long time.

“I hope he wins, because if he doesn’t…”

Mariah stopped her and pointed at the field to where suddenly, Zach and Greg seemed to be shaking hands. “They look very intense down there,” she muttered. Jennifer nodded in agreement. When looking around at the stands, she saw something very unusual. A boy with a purple Mohawk was shouting and screaming what seemed to be “Greg’s our man! Greg’s our man!” Well, Jenn thought hopelessly, at least someone thinks he can do it.
---

Zach stared at his opponent with his arms folded in front of his chest. He glanced down as his assigned team of PokéMon and quickly thought of a strategy. Even if this Greg turned out to be any good, he would have a hard time defeating Zach.

Having watched this kid all day, Zach had a feeling he could see why the computer had selected him. He may not be the most social person, or the bravest, or the smartest, but he was different from other kids at this school. Zach grinned slightly. If what he thought about Gregory Breal were true, then it would be a very fun battle.

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Greg watched as Zach took the first move, saying loudly enough for people to hear him, “Go, Crobat!” Appearing a flash of red light, a large purple, bat-like creature emerged. With a face only a mother could love, the Crobat was an odd creature. It lacked actual legs, bearing instead two extra wings.

Suddenly, a screen lighted up on the panel. It showed information on Crobat. Greg read it over quickly. Crobat, level 50. Effective against Fighting-types, Grass-types, and Bug-types. Ineffective against Steel-types, Rock-types, Poison-types, Ground-types, Electric-types, Ghost-types. Weak to Rock-types, Psychic-types, Ice-types, and Electric-types.

Greg pondered for a moment. Rock-type’s, eh? Then maybe Golem would be a good choice… Pushing on Golem’s light, a similar thing happened as when Crobat was released; a flash of red light emanated from the panel and suddenly, a large, spherical boulder PokéMon appeared. Golem slowly uncurled itself, revealing a dragon-like snout and face as well as two short, but muscular arms and legs. It roared out as Crobat zoomed past it in what looked like a Quick Attack.

Greg and Zach both turned to the coach, who, smiling wide, yelled, “Battle!”

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Jennifer watched as the scoreboard blinked again, now showing each PokéMon’s portrait and how much health they had left. Above the PokéMon’s picture was the trainer’s name. Once the coach yelled for the battle to begin, Zach began the attack, ordering a Quick Attack from Crobat. In retaliation, Greg ordered his Golem to use a Defense Curl attack to deflect it.

Everyone in the stadium seemed surprised, including Greg. Jennifer smiled, confidence in Greg rising within her. Maybe he does have a chance!

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Greg sighed with relief. On his panel it showed that Golem was also at level 50 and his attacks. It was because of the panel that he had known that Golem could use the Defense Curl attack. Now he would try to bring things to his side of the field. Quickly glancing at his panel, he ordered the next move.

“Golem, use Rock Slide!” he yelled over the crowd. Golem, obeying the order, slammed his heavy body against the ground. The force of Golem’s weight brought up an enormous stone, about the size of a small yacht. Using it arms, it lifted the stone. Greg grinned with satisfaction. If Golem had good enough aim, which he hoped it did, then Crobat would be finished.

Zach had obviously come to the same conclusion and did something Greg didn’t expect. “Crobat, use Double Team!”

Greg’s grin disappeared as quickly as it had come. This could be a problem. The Crobat’s Double Team had just made the illusion of six different Crobat on the field, and from the way Golem had reacted, it had no idea where the original was. Checking Golem’s status on the panel, Greg could see nothing that could help him. Clenching his fingers, Greg made an educated guess. If Golem threw the stone at the correct angle, then it could hit multiple Crobat copies, or even the original depending on how lucky they got.

“Golem! Throw the rock at an angle so you can hit more than one Crobat!”

Golem grunted and carried out the order to Greg’s specifications. Throwing the rock on its side meant that it would cover a wider area, and even if it made it less powerful as a projectile, it could be enough to disperse the copies. And it did its job well. Three of the copies were instantly destroyed, leaving the original and two others.

Zach suddenly made his move, “Crobat, use Shadow Ball!” Greg looked all around the stadium to see where the attack would be coming from, but was to late. The glowing orb of energy struck Golem like a missile, sending the Rock PokéMon hurtling towards the opposite side of the stadium.

“Damn,” Greg muttered, biting his lip in thought. Golem’s just too slow to keep up with Crobat. I need to find a way to get Golem to trap Crobat… Greg glanced back at the panel when something caught his attention. Looking down to make sure Golem had gotten up, he gave his next order.

“Golem, use Rock Tomb!” Golem rose and then pounded his heavy frame against the earth, using its girth to reveal large boulders. Zach seemed almost surprised, but still seemed confident, but before he could say anything, Greg yelled something else out:
“Aim for the Crobat to the far right, Golem!”

Taken aback, Zach merely watched as heavy boulders pelted Crobat and was then pinned beneath them. On the scoreboard and on Greg’s panel it showed that Crobat was almost out of health, meaning that if Greg did this next move correctly, he could win the first round.

Zach obviously didn’t agree with that conclusion. His next order completely caught Greg off guard. “Crobat, return!” At the order, a beam of read light transferred Crobat back to its PokéBall.

Greg clinched his fists. He had been so close to winning the first round, but it was a smart move. The coach had only said that if the Poke’Mon was knocked out would the round be over, and now Golem was at nearly half-health. Just wait, Breal. See what his next PokéMon is and then switch if necessary. Suddenly, Greg felt slightly thankful for his Trainer’s Education class, even if it had seemed a waste of time.

---

Watching carefully, Jennifer felt disappointed. Greg had been so close to winning the first round, but Zach obviously wasn’t going to lose like that. The other girls were in heated conversation. The battle had only been going on for five minutes, and already everyone was very into it. The purple-Mohawk had become silent for now, mesmerized by the heat of battle.

Jenn took this time to analyze things. Greg still looked very nervous, not that it surprised her, but Zach hadn’t broken a sweat yet. He looked ready for anything. And he probably is, Jennifer noted as Zach looked at his panel to select his next PokéMon.

Come on Greg, she found herself pleading, prove yourself!

---

Greg watched carefully as Zach selected his PokéMon, but then looked down at Golem, who had moved itself into a ready position right in front of Greg’s command stand.

“How are you doing, Golem?” Greg asked it. Surprisingly, the Golem gave a very human thumbs-up and what almost looked like a smile. This lifted Greg’s confidence a little. If his PokéMon were up to the fight, he would be the same.

Out from Zach’s side of the field appeared a sudden flash of light followed by Zach yelling, “Go, Roselia!” Out of the light appeared a tiny, flower-like PokéMon. It was extraordinarily small compared to the massive Golem. It was mostly a pale green, and on each arm had a richly colored rose as well as what looked like a crown of thorns on its head.

Greg looked at his panel as soon as he saw it light up again. Once again at level 50, the Roselia was stated to be effective against Rock, Ground, Grass, and Water-types. It was ineffective, however, against Steel, Ghost, Flying, Poison, Bug, Dragon, and Fire-types. It’s main weaknesses, Greg saw, we’re Fire, Psychic, Flying, and Bug-types.

Noting the Bug-type weakness, Greg looked back down at his panel to see that he had a Heracross on his team. Before making his decision, Greg looked at Roselia’s basic statistics. Golem won’t stand a chance against a Grass-type with Special Attack that high… Heracross definitely stands a better chance, Greg reasoned, pushing Golem’s ‘return’ button.

“Return, Golem!” Greg ordered. He quickly followed this move by selecting the Heracross icon. “Go, Heracross!” he yelled.

Taking the place of the Rock PokéMon was now a smaller beetle-like PokéMon. Its dark blue carapace hid its true power, but it did appear quite menacing with its large spiked horn. Opening its wings for a stretch, Heracross made a high-pitched hissing noise when it saw Roselia.

“Alright Heracross,” Greg commanded, “use your Megahorn attack on Roselia!”

Greg hoped that the powerful Bug-type attack would make quick work of Roselia, but Zach next order made certain that it would be a long and hard battle. “Roselia, use Stun Spore to paralyze Heracross!”

As Heracross neared its target, Roselia leaped into the air, flinging Stun Spore all around it. Heracross was to late to stop itself and now found it extremely hard to maneuver itself. Greg however felt he could turn this into a good thing. Heracross’ ability, Guts, made Heracross 50% more powerful when it was afflicted with a status condition, which could mean that Heracross might be able to knock out Roselia in one hit.

“I hope this works,” Greg said but meant to think, “Heracross, use Facade!”

Greg nearly smiled as he saw Zach’s expression; he hadn’t taken the time to account for the fact that a status condition could be used in one’s favor. Heracross, now using almost 80% more power in its attacks than usual. Roselia doesn’t stand a chance! Greg thought excitedly.

Heracross quickly caught Roselia and was about to smash it with a Facade attack when Zach gave his next order. “Roselia, use Hidden Power!”

With sudden quickness, Roselia unleashed a wave of energy, sending Heracross flying backwards into the stadium wall. Heracross tried to get to its feet, but Greg could see that Heracross was done for. The force of the attack had crushed its exoskeleton around the chest. Roselia’s Hidden Power had been super effective, meaning that it had been a very powerful Psychic or Flying-type version of it.

Greg watched as Heracross finally hit the ground and the remainder of his health drained down to ‘zero.’

The coach stepped into the stadium: “The first round is over! Win goes to Zachary Takahi!

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All of the confidence that Jennifer had built up for Greg had suddenly been depleted. He was going to lose and be humiliated. She just knew it. Zach was just a better fighter, a smarter fighter.

Kassy grabbed Jenn’s shoulder in a comforting way and said to her, “Don’t worry Jenn! He’ll be fine. There’s five more rounds after all.” Mariah said she agreed, but she didn’t sound so sure. Jennifer noticed that even the Mohawk seem to feel the same way. Her shoulder’s slumped and she looked at Zach Takahi who seemed to be smirking.

Greg’s doomed.

---

Zach Takahi had to admit; Gregory Breal was tougher than he had thought. Smarter too. He was a rookie, but he was still pretty quick on his feet. And here I thought I would win this easily.

Zach almost chuckled to himself for being so overconfident. He wouldn’t let it happen again. He couldn’t let it happen again, Zach reminded himself with a scowl.

Losing for Zach Takahi meant the end of many promises and dreams which he had no intention of breaking.

---

The coach announced the continuation of the battle. Greg Breal now had two choices: send Golem back out to fight against whatever else Zach had up his sleeve, or choose a new PokéMon. Greg decided that the latter might be a better decision.

Looking at his panel, Greg decided to push the icon labeled “Team Info.” Suddenly a holographic computer screen came up in front of him and the other screen went blank. On the holographic-screen were six PokéMon icons. The first was Golem, which showed a half-full health bar underneath it. The second was Misdreavus, which Greg had yet to use, and the fainted Heracross, which had a red ‘x’ over its icon, followed it. The last three PokéMon were the ones Greg had not been able to identify at first. They included, to Greg’s surprise, Magmar, a lizard-like Fire-type PokéMon, Walrein, a walrus-like PokéMon and an Ice/Water-type, and finally a Metagross, a Steel/Psychic-type PokéMon that looked something cross between a clawless crab and a machine.

Satisfied, Greg closed the information screen and pushed the icon for Walrein to enter the battle. “Go, Walrein!” With a sudden flash, the ice blue large-tusked walrus appeared. As it moved, Greg could see that what he had thought was just blubber was actually sinewy muscle. It looked immensely powerful and majestic, if not somewhat awkward on land.

Almost predictably, Zach decided to switch PokéMon again. “Go, Hitmontop!”

On Zach’s side of the field appeared a stout human-like PokéMon. It was only a few inches shorter than Greg, counting the out-of-place horn on top of its head. The creature appeared to be wearing a blue jumpsuit as well as sweatbands and had a very oddly shaped head. The Fighting-type PokéMon even had a spiked tail and spikes on its feet. It made a kind of menacing pose that made Walrein back up. It took a moment for Greg to realize that Hitmontop had an Intimidate ability.

Looking as Hitmontop’s statistics, Greg realized that this too would be a tough match-up. Walrein was going to have a hard time getting past Hitmontop’s high Special Defense rating as well as escaping Hitmontop’s fast Fighting-type attacks, all of which Walrein was weak against. Greg really had only one choice: make the battlefield favorable for Walrein, and he had an idea of how to do that.

“Walrein, use Rain Dance!” Greg commanded. Walrein roared to the skies and suddenly a downpour began. Greg laughed to himself as he heard the screams of other students, but wet clothing would be the least of Greg’s worries; if he lost… Well… If I lose, then I’m practically screwed for the rest of the year anyway.

---

Jennifer pulled out her sweater from in her book bag to cover herself. Luckily for Mariah and Kassy, one girl had brought a big enough umbrella for everyone to hide under.

“Don’t worry,” someone yelled over the rain, “The rain will stop in about five or six attacks.” Jenn, although glad that the rain would stop, couldn’t say this made her feel better. Greg still might have a chance, she thought, but then looked at Zach. Albeit, a very slim one.

---

On the battlefield, Greg could see that Walrein’s Rain Dance had done its job; there was now a steady two feet of water on the field, meaning that there was just enough for Greg’s strategy to work. Better yet was the fact that Hitmontop seemed to be bothered by the wetness; it could move as quickly if there was water everywhere. Greg decided to go ahead and make his move:

“Walrein, use Swagger!”

The immense walrus obeyed, throwing its head and snorting. Hitmontop suddenly became very agitated, but appeared dizzy. Yes! It’s confused, Greg thought with satisfaction. This would only make it easier for the next move. When Greg looked at his opponent, Zach seemed unfazed. In fact, he still seemed fairly confident.

Greg, wanting to win this round quickly, ordered the next move: “Walrein, use Surf!”

Walrein, in reaction to this new order, did something that Greg found mystifying. Its eyes turning completely blue, Walrein caused the water to start forming waves, until after a few moments, and a gigantic tsunami of a wave rushes forward at a crushing speed. Hitmontop disappeared within the wave until it hit Zach’s command stand. The water then calmed, revealing a bashed and beaten Hitmontop on its back. Slowly, the PokéMon got to its feet. Cheers got louder in the stadium as Zach got ready to launch his next move.

“Hitmontop, use Mind Reader!” Zach commanded. Greg watched in earnest as Hitmontop closed its eyes for a few moments. Seeing an opportunity, Greg commanded Walrein to attack again.

“Use Ice Beam, Walrein!”

The walrus PokéMon reared on its back fins as it charged a ball of frozen energy in its mouth. Then the energy was released in a beam that was heading towards Hitmontop very quickly.

Zach was, however, prepared for this, “Now Hitmontop! Use Detect!”

Greg watched with amazement as Hitmontop’s eyes shot open and it used its bare hands to block the attack. Damn. Zach did not stop there though: “Use Brick Break, Hitmontop!”

Without a way to quickly defend itself, Walrein merely lowered its head as Hitmontop launched itself, spinning through the air like a bullet. When the impact came, to Greg’s dismay, the 300-pound Walrein was sent flying into the air.

Zach did not end the assault and continued to have Hitmontop use Triple Kick, which it used from above Walrein, sending it down with crushing force. Walrein tried to stand back up, but Hitmontop put its weight on top of the PokéMon with its foot. Greg could see that Walrein had many broken and open flesh wounds, out of which blubber, fat, and blood slowly leaked, missing yellow tissue and bright red blood. He almost felt sick to see Walrein pass out from shock and cough out blood.

“Zach Takahi wins the second round!” the coach announced, almost in disbelief.

Greg’s fell to his knees. This was becoming impossible. I can’t win, Greg realized, He’s too good. He silently stood back up and pushed the return button.

He continued to look down at the panel, his weight resting upon it as he leaned forward. Think, damn it. There has to be a way to beat him. No one is invincible. Not even Zach Takahi. Greg glared at his opponent, who, as through the entire battle, remained completely calm. How does he do it? Am I really that bad at this? Or…Has he done this before? Greg’s mind was filled with questions and uncertainties. It didn’t make sense how or why Zach was winning. If anything, it would have made more sense just to finish him off quickly rather than through this painfully slow style. What more, Zach even seemed to allow his PokéMon to get hit. Suddenly Greg knew what he had to do. I have to let him go first, watch him as he fights, find something I can use against him, and then take advantage of it. Thankfully, Greg had a pretty good idea of how to do that.

---

Jennifer watched despairingly. There was no way for Greg to pull this off. Even when he was doing his best through almost twenty minutes of fighting, he would lose in the last thirty seconds. Zach was just too skilled; Greg was out of his league entirely.

She had noticed now that whatever hopeful praise for Greg there had been was gone. No one was cheering for him now. It seemed clear who the winner would be. If only there were some way he could win this…

---

Zach had been watching Greg for a while during the battle and had figured out fairly quickly what he was planning to do during each round. His methods were clearly rookie in fashion, but even for someone with no experience, Zach had already had a few close calls. Thankfully, he doesn’t understand that he must act faster on his commands. He thinks too much before acting.

For a brief moment, Zach’s attention was captured again, but not by Breal. The loser had gone back to his thoughts and was not yet ready to battle it seemed. Zach’s attention had been taken by the girl he had seen enter with Gregory. He had seen her before, in the courtyard, where for a moment the two had captured the sight of the other. She was pretty, beautiful even. Pale blonde hair, deep green eyes, and a slender and appealing body… Zach pondered what relationship existed between Gregory and this girl. He knew that it couldn’t possibly be intimate; if it had been she would have gone to him sooner than before this class. There was probably nothing yet, Zach thought. The two didn’t seem to know each other very well, because if they did they would probably have been socializing with each other earlier in the day.

From what Takahi could tell, Gregory Breal was from off island, not unlike himself. But not from a foreign land like Zach. Probably from one of the neighboring island cities. He had few friends from what he could tell, but Breal’s being a loner seemed to be for reasons not unlike his own. He had been hurt in the past, perhaps, or even rejected. Zach admitted he could sympathize with him, but he would not do so now. He had a battle to win, after all.

---

“Alright boys, let’s get this battle on the road! We have forty-five minutes left of class!” The coach had suddenly brought Greg back from inside his mind. He felt ready now; he knew what to do and when to do it. Now all he must do was wait for Zach to make his first move. He didn’t have to wait long.

“Go, Stantler!” Zach called out, releasing an elk-like PokéMon. Greg felt ready now and put his strategy into action.

“Misdreavus, go!” Greg’s PokéMon appeared suddenly, but then faded away only to return once more. Greg didn’t let it distract him; he knew that Misdreavus was a pure Ghost-type Poke’Mon that could travel this realm as if it didn’t truly exist. To describe it best, Misdreavus appeared to be a floating disembodied head with flowing hair and big illumines eyes.

Greg then looked to study Stantler, Zach’s PokéMon. It resembled a stag or elk with a large, half-sphere tail and eye-like antlers. While looking at it’s opponent, Misdreavus became Intimidated and its attack stat was lowered. Greg recognized this as unimportant; Misdreavus had low Attack statistics anyway, and would be better off using Special Attacks. Another thing he took note of was that the rain had completely stopped now and that the sun was out again.

Zach took the chance to have the first move: “Stantler, use Shadow Ball!”

Greg grimaced as he gave his quiet command, “Misdreavus, disappear!

Stantler, while charging its Shadow Ball became confused. Misdreavus had just suddenly turned invisible. You can’t attack what you can’t see, Greg thought with a smirk.

Zach continued to command calmly, “Use your Calm Mind, Stantler!”

Greg didn’t see the purpose of this: the only strategic use of Calm Mind was to raise Special Attack and Defense stats. He refrained from giving Misdreavus an order and decided instead to see how this would play out.

“Now, use Extrasensory to locate Misdreavus!” Zach commanded. Suddenly, Greg could see that the Extrasensory had indeed hit Misdreavus. Thankfully, Greg thought to himself, it didn’t do too much damage.

“Misdreavus, use Pain Split!” Greg ordered. Greg watched as ghostly energy split the combined health points of both Misdreavus and Stantler and split them in half between them. Now, Misdreavus had more health than Stantler.

“Alright,” Greg called out, “Now use Mean Look!”

Takahi was about to give an order but seemed to realize the meaning of this and waited.

I have him exactly where I want him. Greg went on to give the next order: “Now, Destiny Bond, Misdreavus!”

Zach once again had a moment of stunned silence. He probably hadn’t expected Greg to take the risk of a draw. Greg, however, now saw things differently. The only way Greg had a chance to win at all was if he forced Zach to a confined strategy. And if Greg didn’t win this way… Well, at least I could make it a draw.

Suddenly cheers broke out from the stadium that were louder than every before. Many of them realized what Greg had done and could see the genius of it. Greg grinned and waited for Zach to make his next move; he had a suspicion that the strategy Takahi was using had just changed again.

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Among those cheering the loudest of the crowd was the well-known and usually quiet Jennifer Sullivan. Brilliant! He trapped Zach in a way that it will only end in a draw or a win! He could turn this around!

Kassy and Mariah were ecstatic now: “Oh my God! Oh my God! He’s going to do it! He’s going to win a round!”

Jennifer watched on, totally absorbed by the battle. The only time she had seen strategies like that used were in professional Poke’Mon battles. That’s why he was chosen! He fights like he’s done it all before!

Amazed and happy for Greg, Jenn soon sat down to watch what would happen next.

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Zach glared down the field at Gregory Breal, then at his own panel. He had little choice now except to crush Breal as quickly as possible. He couldn’t risk losing to this… rookie. Even if he fights like hell, Zach reminded himself. It might not be easy to do now, but Zach’s life hadn’t exactly been easy either, and that had been going on a lot longer than some PokéMon battle.

Zach decided to give his next order: “Stantler, use Confuse Ray!”

The opponent quickly countered this with a Psychic attack, which overtook the Confuse Ray and hit Stantler head on, leaving with only a little health. Unable to defend himself any longer, Zach tried a desperate last move: “Use Rest, Stantler!”

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“Damn!” Greg said to himself, pounding his fist on the panel. Now Zach was only stalling, waiting for Greg to become impatient. “Screw you, Takahi… I know your little game now,” he growled under his breath.

“Misdreavus, use Dream Eater!” Greg ordered. He watched with amusement as Misdreavus squealed with delight as it went off to cause Stantler one hell of a nightmare. He needed to adjust his strategy now, and Greg knew that. Zach would have something better than Rest to use against Misdreavus during the next few attacks.

Seeing that Stantler was down to three / fourths of his health, Greg decided that the easiest way to wear Stantler down to the fainting point would be a Psychic attack, but to his surprise, Stantler awoke almost immediately.

“You know, Breal, it helps to use berries during a battle,” he heard Zach yell across the field. That pompous ***, Greg thought to himself, now really angry.

“Misdreavus, show these guys what a real battle is like: use Psychic!” Greg ordered in his rage. He wanted to win this round, and then end this battle.

“Now! Stantler, use Protect!”

Damn it! You bit the bait, you idiot! Greg reprimanded himself. He needed to act now before Takahi would cut this round out and make it a draw.

“Misdreavus, use Thunderbolt!” Greg commanded, watching his panel carefully to make sure Misdreavus would be able to keep this up a bit longer. Luckily, Stantler’s Protect did not block both the Psychic attack and the Thunderbolt, and now Stantler reach a little below the halfway point of health.

Zach hadn’t expected his Protect to fail so quickly, but Greg knew better than to wait for Zach to recover as he would soon. “Misdreavus, use Toxic on Stantler, now!”

Stantler was not fast enough to escape Misdreavus’ Toxic gas, and so now Stantler was poisoned and injured to the point where Greg felt that he could take a win if he acted quickly.

Zach was about to call out, but Greg was faster: “Misdreavus, use Psychic and finish it off!”

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Jennifer could barely watch as the last attack was sent out. She half expected to hear the coach announce a third win for Takahi, but what she actually heard was much more startling. It was a roar of applause and screaming, with everyone chanting, “Greg’s our man! Greg’s our man!”

Jenn moved her hands from in front of her face to see Greg holding up his arms in a victory pose. Down on the field, Stantler had collapsed and was knocked out. Misdreavus floated over Greg’s head, and the scoreboard lit up, announcing that Gregory Breal had indeed won a round against the seemingly unbeatable Zach Takahi.

“GO GREG!” she yelled, relieved by the victory. Even if she had been wrong, she was happy. She was happy that she was wrong about this. She was happy that Greg won the round. But now, she realized, Zach would fight harder than ever. She knew this because she could see him now, and he did not look happy.

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Zach Takahi looked down at his feet for a moment, and then at the audience, and then at Gregory Breal, who was smiling stupidly at his victory. A well-earned victory, Zach reminded himself. Then he grinned menacingly. He may as well enjoy it, Zach told himself as he prepared his next strategy, for it will be the last one he has against me.

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Next time: Chapter 4, Unexpected Battle; Greg vs. Zach! (Part 2)

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For everyone who wants to know:
Current score: Greg 1, Zach 2
PokéMon: Greg has- Golem (Half health), Heracross (fainted), Misdreavus (Half health), Magmar (full health), Walrein (fainted), Metagross (full health)
Zach has- Crobat (10% of health), Roselia (full health), Hitmontop (20% of health), Stantler (fainted)

FusionSonicX
22nd June 2006, 4:02 AM
Huh, that was interesting. I liked it alot. For some reason, I got the feelings of an old Yu-Gi-Oh! duel with Walrin caused the stage to flood and then use Surf. But that is good, I think.

Anyway, this IS really good. Keep it goin' strong...

[Super_Fjord]
22nd June 2006, 4:43 PM
Huh, that was interesting. I liked it alot. For some reason, I got the feelings of an old Yu-Gi-Oh! duel with Walrin caused the stage to flood and then use Surf. But that is good, I think.

Anyway, this IS really good. Keep it goin' strong...

Thanks, FusionSonicX. I wouldn't know about Yu-Gi-Oh! at all, so it's merely a coincidence. (I never got into it, I'm afraid. I guess I was a little bit too old to get a good start into it.)

Thanks all the same! (Next chapter will hopefully be later today...but I can make no promises...)

EDIT- I decided to just start on it now, just because I have nothing better to do... (9:43 AM Central...)

Lostsoulz0
22nd June 2006, 7:35 PM
this is a really nice fanfic and has the potential to become a great story. i especially like the battle between Zack and Greg and how Greg was able to win the last round with a combo worthy of any trainer. keep up the good work

[Super_Fjord]
22nd June 2006, 11:34 PM
this is a really nice fanfic and has the potential to become a great story. i especially like the battle between Zack and Greg and how Greg was able to win the last round with a combo worthy of any trainer. keep up the good work

Thanks, Lostsoulz0. I am trying to fit in as much actual strategy with PokéMon as I can, but I am afraid that such tactics won't appear in the next chapter (which I am trying to finish as quickly as possible). The next chapter is a bit more...well... more of a thrashing than anything tactical.

Thanks.

[Super_Fjord]
23rd June 2006, 1:07 AM
Alright, next chapter. Hopefully, after this, I can find a way of getting past the rest of the school year so we can see Greg go on an adventure... And yes, I know it's not that long...
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Chapter 4: Unexpected Battle; Greg vs. Zach! (Part 2)
Chapter Rating: PG
Cursing: Yes
Gore/Violence: Yes (More than in Chapter 3)
Stuff: No


Greg took a deep breath. At the very end of that battle, he had gotten very close to only making through the round with a draw. Ha! I won a round, Greg thought proudly. He didn't care how close it had come, because in the next round that wouldn't matter.

Looking down at his panel, Greg made sure to take note of what he could and might want to try as his next strategy. He was tempted to keep Misdreavus in the battle, but she appeared to be very tired from her fight with Stantler.

"Thank you," Greg said to her as he pushed the return button. Greg looked up at the scoreboard again. In big block letters, it read, "Zachary Takahi: 2 | Gregory Breal: 1."

I have to catch up fast if I want to make this a win or a draw, Greg thought ominously. He still had his objective in mind from before; he knew that if he beat Zach Takahi even once more, it would be extremely difficult. That knowledge partly came from the way Takahi was glaring at Greg as the crowd cheered.

Slightly nervous, Greg checked his Poke'Mon again. It was after this that he realized that he wouldn't have a fully healed Poke'Mon the last round if just used fully healed PokéMon. Unless I throw the round. The idea of giving a chance to Zach to basically destroy Greg didn't sound too appealing, but it didn't look like he had much choice.

Greg decided to let what would happen unfold itself. He would try his hardest to win, but if he couldn't... Then you'll probably be miserable for the rest of the year. This motivated Greg enough to make him feel ready.

He wanted nothing more than to win this and prove himself to everyone, even though no one expected anything from him. At least not here. But now there was hope. Zach Takahi was not invincible and could be beaten. And Greg had a good idea of how to do that.

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Jennifer watched as Greg Breal and Zach Takahi went on with their constant staring. It irritated her to feel so helpless for such a long time. She definitely didn't want to see Greg lose, but she couldn't help but feel that he was doomed to lose, and after that... Well... Jenn knew good and well how people were.

Trying to listen to Kassy and Mariah, Jenn found herself distracted instead by Zach Takahi. There was something about him that grabbed her attention. Not his looks or his battling skills. There was something else to Zach Takahi that no one knew about. Something dark, Jennifer found herself thinking.

Although she was confused, Jenn decided just to forget about it all and concentrate on the battle. She would have time to think about it later on, without Zach Takahi staring at her and without Greg Breal to worry about.

Why do they have to be so damn confusing?

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"Alright boys, good round. Bloody hell, wonderful battle even. Let's try to get this done before next period though; let's go! Thirty minutes!" the coach announced. Greg was ready this time and decided to make the first move.

"Go, Magmar!" he cried out over the roar of the crowds. As soon as the flaming lizard-like creature appeared, Greg noticed that the temperature around him, and perhaps even around the stadium, seemed to rise a few degrees. The Magmar itself was a very interesting PokéMon; it stood about as tall as the Hitmontop Greg had battled earlier, but it looked very different. The beast had the appearance of a walking flame in the form of a demonic lizard. The best part, Greg thought, is that Magmar has such a large diversity of attacks (and the stats to use them) that it can take on just about any opponent.

Zach made his choice then: "Go, Dragonair!"

From Zach's side of the stadium came one of the most beautiful PokéMon Greg had ever seen. Almost fifteen feet long, the blue serpent-like Dragon PokéMon glided gracefully onto the earth. Its large black eyes made Greg feel very at peace even as he was about to do battle. Shake it off Breal, Greg urged himself, you have to beat this guy or you're done for.

Greg quickly analyzed the Dragonair data on his panel. It would be Zach's trump card, it seemed. Dragonair only had two weaknesses: Ice and Dragon-type attacks. Fire-type attacks would be little damage. Damn. Greg pondered how he could do this, and suddenly wished he had saved Walrein for now. Such a powerful Ice-type PokéMon would have been more than useful against Dragonair.

Having few choices, Greg decided on one strategy that could work: "Magmar, use Confuse Ray!"

Dragonair, unable to avoid the attack, was struck with confusion. With Dragonair confused, Greg thought hopefully, I may be able to better my chances of winning.

Zach seemed slightly irritated, but gave an order anyway: "Dragonair, use Dragon Rage!" The Dragon PokéMon, though obviously bewildered, obeyed, spewing a fire-like substance at Magmar.

"Magmar, counter it with Flamethrower!" Greg exclaimed. He hoped that Magmar would be strong enough to hold his own as he thought out his next attack strategy.

"Now, Dragonair, use Slam!"

From out of nowhere, a long whip of a body smashed Magmar in the side, which though in pain continued to use Flamethrower on his opponent. When he stopped, Dragonair looked severely burnt, probably more from touching Magmar than from the Flamethrower.

Greg smiled, knowing the meaning of a Burn status affliction. Dragonair would now be harmed by the burn and have its Attack power cut by almost 20%. Thankful for Magmar's special Ability, Greg took advantage of the Burn.

"Magmar, use Cross Chop!" Greg commanded, knowing that Dragonair had no resistance to Fighting-type Attacks. Magmar leaped into the air, flying over Dragonair and landing behind it. It then crossed its arms and charged, slamming Dragonair hard enough to bring it to one-fourth of its health, but Greg noticed that something was wrong almost immediately. Dragonair could have easily moved, but Zach hadn't told it too. Then Greg realized what Zach was doing. Crap. He has me.

"Dragonair," Zach ordered, acting now, "Use Wrap!"

Dragonair moved with stunning quickness, restraining Magmar with ease. It seemed oblivious to Magmar's body temperature. Damn. I forgot. Shed Skin ability, thought Greg, stunned at his idiocy. He had forgotten that Dragonair could recover quite quickly from any status affliction thanks to its healing abilities.

"Now, Dragonair, finish Magmar with Water Pulse!" Zach ordered relentlessly. Greg felt utterly hopeless. Zach had done it all so quickly... It seemed almost inhuman. Watching more out of disbelief than anything else, Greg could see Dragonair charging up the attack in the pearl-like object on its neck. That's it! Greg thought suddenly.

"Quickly, Magmar, use Psychic!"

Magmar grunted as it struggled, but then its eyes lit up ferociously, and a pale glow enveloped its body as Dragonair was sent crashing into a wall, its health almost completely drained.

"Finish it Magmar! Use Fire Blast!" Greg yelled, but Zach was just as quick to react.

"Go, Dragonair, use your Thunder attack!"

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Jennifer watched wide-eyed and worried as the Thunder and Fire Blast collided between the two Poke'Mon, filling the stadium with a blinding light, followed by a merciless cry.

"Dragonair! Use Outrage!"

And Jenn felt once again, stronger than every before, that Greg would not win this round, or the next, or the final round. It's over, Greg.

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Greg knew exactly what had happened, even if he could not see it. Dragonair had used its most powerful attack at the very end: Outrage. Greg had the feeling that there was no way Magmar could have even come out of it alive.

Fortunately, Magmar was alive. Barely. Greg stared at the pitiful creature for only a few second before returning it. He had lost round four.

"And Zach Takahi wins yet another round!"

Greg looked at his feet in shame as the crowd cheered, asking for more. Oh, I'll give them more, Greg thought wrathfully, I'll show them exactly what it means to be a winner. I - will - not - lose. Greg continued to glare at Zach for several moments. You won't be getting out of this with a win, Takahi. I promise it.

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Zach Takahi felt satisfied. He may as well claim victory now. With three wins, Greg could only try and make the entire battle a draw. Unfortunately for him, I will not allow Gregory to have that choice.

Moving calmly and subtly, Zach prepared his next combatant. Do not let me down, he thought as he waited. It would be Greg who started this time.

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"Alright," the coach yelled, "Fifth round. Keep up this great time, and we'll have enough time for ten minutes of lecture! Go, battle!"

Greg quickly selected his final PokéMon, Metagross. Greg knew that Metagross was powerful, and could probably keep up a good fight. But that's also what I knew about Magmar, Walrein, and the others, Greg reminded himself. He couldn't allow his thinking to be diverted from the battle. But Greg did, however, take one quick look into the crowd until he found the people he knew. Piggie sat down now, no longer cheering or excited. He almost looked worried.

Next was Kassy and Mariah, who were sitting next to the other girls. They were all talking excitedly about something, but all still looked almost... Frightened, maybe?

The last person Greg looked for was Jennifer, but suddenly he couldn't find her. For some reason, Greg felt hurt inside. Had he really expected someone who he had just met to care? Had he really expected anyone to care? He gave himself a mental wake up call. No one cared before, and they wouldn't know. He had to do this himself, along side the PokéMon who had been put as combatants in this unfortunate war between the two extremes: the winner and the loser.

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Jennifer had disappeared into the stadium bathrooms. She didn't feel that she could take the suspense or drama any longer. I just hope Greg doesn't notice, she thought. Jenn had a feeling it could easily make him feel abandoned.

She might come back, to watch the last round, but for now, Jennifer Sullivan would listen to her own thoughts.

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This is it. Win or lose, Zach Takahi is going to destroy me the best he can, Greg thought despairingly. He then sent out Metagross; he doubted that it would help at all, but he would try regardless of the odds.

“Go, Metagross!”

Zach answered with his own release, “Go, Roselia!”

Greg was not surprised to see the undamaged Grass-type to return, but was slightly pleased. Metagross, used correctly, would rip it to pieces. Greg also knew, however, that Zach probably had considered such odds.

“Metagross, use Earthquake!” Greg commanded, hoping to weaken Roselia enough for Metagross to take down with a Psychic attack.

Roselia fell to the ground and was thrashed around, lowering its health more than halfway. Glad to see such effectiveness, Greg waited to see how Zach would react.

Zach did not. He seemed unfazed and merely watched as Roselia got back up. What is his strategy? Greg wondered, confused by the lack of action. Then he noticed something on the data panel; Roselia’s attacks would have almost no effect on Metagross. Thanks to Metagross’ type combination of Steel/Psychic, Poison and Grass-type attacks were almost worthless. Even better was Metagross’ ability, his stats could not be lowered. It seemed that in this battle, Greg would win.

Taking advantage of this power, Greg ordered the next and possibly final attack: “Use Psychic, Metagross!”

Suddenly Zach gave an order, “Roselia, use Grasswhistle!”

Roselia acted quickly, singing a tune that put Metagross into a deep slumber. “Now, use Leech Seed!” Zach ordered. The Roselia now shot a flurry of seeds into the air, all of which landed on the now slumbering Metagross. Once they landed, the seeds burst open, covering Metagross with vines that would supply Roselia with health leeched from Metagross.

Damn, Greg thought, how does he did that so quickly? Whenever I am about to attack he manages to send off an order to his PokéMon, which prevents me from doing it. Suddenly, Greg had an idea.

“Return, Metagross!” Greg ordered. He then did something that may have surprised the crowd, “Go, Golem!”

The large rock PokéMon returned once more into the battle. Zach seemed startled by the choice to, but seemed to decide that he could take advantage of this.

“Roselia, use Petal Dance!” Zach ordered. Roselia began to move towards Golem, but Greg gave his quick order.

“Golem, use Explosion!”

The entire crowd gasped at the order, but Golem obeyed immediately, glowing white and then enveloping the field with an explosion that created an enormous crater. Almost everyone had covered their ears to defend themselves from the explosion, but no one was prepared for what they saw now; both Roselia and Golem sat in the crater, fainted.

“It’s a draw! The fifth round is a draw!” the coach announced it as if he were more amazed than anyone else.

There were not many cheers in the crowd after this; Greg thought of it more as an amazed silence. Maybe now they know just how desperate I am now, but now I’m screwed. I lost. I lost it all in one round.

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Jennifer had felt the Explosion from inside the stadium walls. Frightened and unsure of what was going on, she decided to step outside and see what had happened.

It became apparent to her that whatever had happened, Greg had not won. She could tell because she could see him from where she stood in the walkway into the stadium stands. That’s it then. Greg lost, she thought sadly. It was more than shameful what had happened. It was embarrassing to Greg. He had been forced to lose in front of the entire school. It felt wrong to watch him.

Jennifer decided that it would be better to just stay out of his way. There would be no congratulatory conversation or anything. She would just walk away. She always just walked away. It seemed to work a lot better than anything else she could do.

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At the end of the fifth round, Professor Warren came into the stadium center on the pedestal. He raised himself and turned on the microphone for his announcement.

“For the sixth and final round,” he said, “these two students will be having a classic showdown. They will use all their remaining PokéMon until they have all fainted. This round will be worth two, yes, two points.”

Greg’s attention was captured at that instant. Two points? I can still make this a draw! he thought excitedly. Invigorated, Greg looked at his remaining PokéMon. Misdreavus and Metagross. Both of them with some damage. But Zach has a Crobat, Dragonair, Hitmontop, and then another PokéMon he hasn’t even used yet. It doesn’t look very good for me, Greg thought, pondering the overwhelming odds. I will try. That is all that is important.

After the professor had left the field, Zach released his first choice for battle.

“Go, Crobat!”

Still with only a little health, Greg decided to use an all out assault to destroy Zach’s already weak PokéMon. “Go, Metagross!”

A now fully awake and mostly healthy Metagross was on the field.

“Crobat, use Shadow Ball!” Zach ordered.

Greg gave an order as quickly as possible; “Metagross, dodge and use Psychic!”

Leaping to the left of the targeted area, Metagross managed to narrowly escape the Shadow Ball, striking Crobat with a super-effective Psychic attack that completely decimated Crobat, knocking it out.

Satisfied with a quick knockout, Greg realized that there was little that Zach could do with these only partially helpful PokéMon, and Zach knew that. He was sacrificing them so he could build a strategy to fit his final PokéMon.

Then there is nothing I can do except hope that whatever he has in store for me is not as powerful as he thinks it is, Greg realized, filled with dread. He had a feeling that his hope would not be one possible of becoming a truth.

Zach selected his next PokéMon: “Go, Hitmontop!”

Greg again saw the pattern. Zach was sacrificing each of his damaged PokéMon in order to wear his down before the last PokéMon was selected.

Zach gave yet another reckless order: “Hitmontop, use High Jump Kick!”

“Psychic, Metagross!” Greg called out again. This was becoming repetitive. Maybe that was another part of Zach’s strategy, to drive Greg to the brink of wanting to jump off this command stand. Hitmontop was hit with a super-effective attack, joining its comrade Crobat on the list of PokéMon fainted in Round Six on the scoreboard.

Greg had a good idea of what was next and what he would have to do. As if reading his mind, Zach released one of his last two PokéMon: “Go, Dragonair! Use Thunderbolt on Metagross!”

The Thunderbolt hit Metagross head on, draining a third of its health. “Metagross,” Greg ordered, “use Meteor Mash!” With stunning swiftness, Metagross went flying towards Dragonair like a missile, and hit accurately.

“Yes! A critical hit!” Greg exclaimed as Dragonair’s health drained. It reached its lowest point before hitting zero, and stopped. What? It should have fainted! Suddenly Greg remembered what Zach had said earlier. “You know Breal, it helps to use berries during a battle.” Greg pounded his fist on the panel. His anger lessened, however, when he remembered that Zach had one PokéMon he had left in reserve and was willing to sacrifice everything to use. It will probably be strong, Greg thought ominously, strong enough to tear right through Metagross and Misdreavus.

Zach took this moment of Greg’s distraught disbelief to attack: “Dragonair, use Earthquake!” This immediately took Greg’s attention; if he didn’t act quickly, Metagross could be severely weakened.

“Metagross, levitate!” But Greg was too late now. Dragonair had already started the attack, and Metagross had been shaken enough by the super-effective attack to be at only 30% of its health. Greg groaned. If Metagross was defeated before Zach sent out his last PokéMon…Then I’ll only have Misdreavus to rely on.

Greg looked at Zach. He was no longer as calm looking as before. He looked extremely irritated, actually. Greg turned back to the battle. He did have one option, but he wanted to save it until Zach unleashed his final PokéMon. I may not have much choice if this next move doesn’t work, Greg reminded himself.

He decided to give the final order to Metagross: “Metagross, use Hyper Beam!”

Zach countered this with his own order: “Use Hyper Beam, Dragonair!”

The two beams met and canceled each other out, leaving two utterly exhausted PokéMon in the field. Greg was tempted to switch PokéMon, but decided not to. It would be a waste to lose Misdreavus, who had proved her worth earlier. Greg decided to try one last move.

“Metagross, use Ice Punch!”

Greg could see the surprise on Zach’s face. Metagross, although he seemed restricted, was actually fairly flexible as a PokéMon; it has a fairly large attack listing to choose from. Thankfully, one move on there is one that Dragonair is weak too!

Metagross leapt upon its foe, holding Dragonair down with its arms before lifting one up to give the finishing blow. Zach watched calmly as the arm fell, causing Dragonair to screech in pain. Greg actually closed his eyes to keep from looking until Zach returned the creature. That was for Magmar, Walrein, Heracross, and Golem, Greg thought as he opened his eyes and watched Zach.

He has one PokéMon left, Greg thought trying to plan ahead, I can only hope that Metagross can weaken it enough for Misdreavus to take over. Then Zach put his hand on the panel, releasing his last combatant.

“Go, Tryanitar!”

Damn. Greg heard the name and then the all too familiar roar, but nothing that followed. Greg watched in horror as a fully-grown, Tryanitar appeared. Covered in scales made of stone, the prehistoric looking beast was one Greg hoped to never encounter in his life ever again. He couldn’t give an order to Metagross; Greg found that his voice wouldn’t work for him. He was frozen and could only watch as Zach unleashed its horrible fury.

“Tryanitar, use Crunch to finish off this weakling,” Zach commanded. Greg watched, without meaning to, as Metagross, although it tried to get away, was pinned by Tryanitar’s powerful arms. Feeling as if he might pass out, Greg continued to watch as Metagross failingly tried to stop the Dark-type attack from commencing. A sharp crack followed by loud squealing forced Greg to close his eyes. No! Greg heard inside of himself, No! You will not let this happen again! Never again!

“Metagross,” Greg screamed, “Use Explosion!”

The blast happened instantly, enveloping the entire field with a blinding light and the roar of a bomb going off. Never again…

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Zach Takahi had noticed Gregory Breal’s reaction to the release of Tryanitar, and he suddenly felt a pang of regret; a feeling Takahi had not often enough. Something had happened to Breal at some point that he had never quite recovered from.

Perhaps, Zach began to think, there is more to Gregory Breal than what one sees. And then the aftershock of the Explosion overtook the stadium.

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When the dust cleared, Jennifer could see on the scoreboard that the Explosion attack had not done much to harm Tryanitar. But perhaps that Explosion was not meant to harm anyone, she considered. Greg’s expression at the appearance of the Tryanitar was one Jennifer had not seen in many years… Not since… Jenn pushed the memory away and then went to where the teachers were sitting. She didn’t feel well, and wanted to know if she could wait outside of the stadium until her next class.

Good luck, Greg, she thought sadly, You’ll need it.

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Greg had almost no choices left; “Go, Misdreavus,” he ordered half-heartedly. This would probably be over quickly, unless Zach felt like toying with him again. Greg knew that it could go quickly or slowly; most of Misdreavus’s attacks were completely useless against the Rock and Dark-type Tryanitar. Not only that, but Tryanitar could easily use one move to destroy her. It’s a waste, Greg thought, giving up.

There was nothing more he could do. Unless... Greg lifted his head and considered the idea. It could work, and if Misdreavus could avoid enough attacks… It could work…

“Misdreavus, use Perish Song!” Greg yelled, hoping that he had acted in time. The Ghost PokéMon began to sing its most deadly tune, and Tryanitar was definitely affected. Yes! Now we’re getting somewhere! Greg thought excitedly, now all he had to do was-

“Tryanitar, use Aerial Ace!” Zach cried out, sounding half desperate and half calm. Greg watched it happen as if it were in slow motion. Tryanitar leaped through the air as if it could fly, and moving almost too fast to even see, it struck Misdreavus.

No. Goddamn it, no… Greg collapsed to his knees as he returned his PokéMon and felt like crying. That was it. It was finally over. The final score was Zach, 5 points, Greg 1. Gregory Breal had lost, and for him it would be a loss that would never be forgotten, because it was more than just his first loss, it was a loss that no one with dignity could walk away from. Good thing I don’t have dignity, Greg thought, trying to make a joke. He continued to sit there on the command stand until the bell rang and he was lowered to the ground. As he walked on to his next class, he heard only whispers from those behind him, all of them about him.

“That’s the loser.”

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Next time: Chapter 5, Nightmare!

Lostsoulz0
23rd June 2006, 9:55 AM
a nice chapter with some very good battle description again. I did however spot one mistake where Zach sent out a Dragonair against Gregs Magmar yet at the end when he sent it out again it was a Dragonite either that was one fast evolution or a mistake on your part (No big deal). Anyway can't wait to find out about what Gregs reaction to Tyranitar is about. Keep up the good work

[Super_Fjord]
23rd June 2006, 4:53 PM
a nice chapter with some very good battle description again. I did however spot one mistake where Zach sent out a Dragonair against Gregs Magmar yet at the end when he sent it out again it was a Dragonite either that was one fast evolution or a mistake on your part (No big deal). Anyway can't wait to find out about what Gregs reaction to Tyranitar is about. Keep up the good work

Oops. It was supposed to be Dragonair. Thanks for catching that, Lostsoulz0. I'll get to fixing that...

And I regret to say that I gave the wrong title at the very end. These are the right ones...

Chapter 5: Nightmare - Will hopefully be done before tomorrow...

Chapter 6: Final Exam - Saturday is when I hope to get this up.

Chapter 7: Meet The Squad - Maybe Sunday or Monday.

Woo...Time to get to work on Chap. 5...

[Super_Fjord]
24th June 2006, 2:36 AM
Well, here comes the next chapter.
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Chapter 5: Nightmare
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Cursing: Yes
Gore/Violence: Yes
Stuff: Somewhat demented dream.


The day ended after a very dull class of science and Math. Greg almost immediately went to the dorms. He had no intention of hanging out in the courtyard. Along the way, Greg ran into Piggie, who stopped him.

"Greg, dude, that was the greatest battle I've ever seen! You totally kick butt!" Piggie exclaimed excitedly. Greg was confused.

"I lost, Piggie," he told him.

Piggie grinned and shrugged, "So? Sure, losing sucks, but losing like that was...like...awesome. You fought like hell today! I didn't think you had it in you!" Greg tried to smile, but he couldn't. No matter what Piggie said, Greg had been completely thrashed by Zach, and there was nothing that would change that. "Well, thanks Piggie, but I think I'm just going to go inside-"

"Whoa! No way, Breal. You're going to stay out here, just for a little while. 'Sides, maybe you could find that hot chick you were with earlier," Piggie proposed, smiling. Greg blushed at this, "Jennifer? How did you-"

Piggie shrugged, "I just saw you walk into the stadium and sit with her, that's all." Greg decided to go along with Piggie. What's the worse that could happen? Greg reassured himself.

While walking around the courtyard, Greg noticed a big group of people all huddled up in the corner near where Greg had talked to the girls in the morning. Piggie noticed too, Greg thought, but didn't pay any attention to it. Instead, he kept trying to lead Greg away from it.

"Piggie, what are they doing over there?" Greg finally asked.

Piggie shrugged as if he didn't know, and tried to push Greg along, "It's probably nothing interesting. Let's just go."

"Wait, I want to see what they're doing," Greg said, getting irritated now. Piggie was hiding something, but he couldn't tell what.

"You don't want to go over there, Greg, I'm telling you, mate-"

"You don't know what I want, Piggie. I've barely even met you. I'm going to go take a look," Greg said. He felt sorry, especially after seeing the hurt look on Piggie's face, but quickly recovered from this guilt-trip when Piggie just flipped him off and stomped away.

Rolling his eyes at the dramatics, Greg walked over just to take a look. He noticed however that as he passed by people walking away that they would just laugh. Confused, Greg tried to figure out why. Is there something in my hair? he wondered, but could see soon enough why people were laughing. Where everyone was grouped together was some graffiti. "Welcome to Aquara City, Breal, Loser of Pyre Village!"

Greg looked on in disbelief. Why would someone do this? he asked himself, suddenly embarrassed. Greg almost immediately turned around and went back to the dorms. He passed Piggie, who said something to him along the lines of, "I told you, mate."

Greg immediately slammed the door to his room and sat down on his bed to think. He wouldn't cry, he had long outgrown that, but he would consider what this would lead to. It wasn't imperative for people to like him or to be popular, but it would make social things easier.

Now it looks like his sociality just went down from "the new kid" to the "loser from Pyre Village." I guess that's it then, Greg concluded, I'll just have to finish this year and that's it. No more dealing with people and what they think. I can get my license, capture some PokéMon, and then prove myself to everyone. I will never lose again, Greg convinced himself.

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Jennifer had already seen the graffiti, and actually had seen Greg rush back to the boy's dormitory, and she had a feeling she might know enough about Greg Breal to want to avoid him for a while.

He was not the kind of person who made friends easily, Jennifer thought. He could be friendly and possibly even fun, but Jenn didn't know for sure. And I probably never will, she reminded herself. Jennifer had asked to have her classes changed so that she would only have one class with Greg, Battle Class, which would also be a class where she could hide away from him.

Apparently she wasn't the only one asking for a change. When she left the office, Zach Takahi sat next in line. She said nothing to him, only glancing for a moment, before she left.

It would be a very weird year, she predicted.

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Looking outside his window, Greg probably would have lost track of the hours if he hadn't had a watch. Only 6:00...it will be dinnertime soon, Greg remembered. He may as well go eat out in the courtyard tonight; the janitor had wiped down the wall and the message was gone. And so is everyone else.

Piggie had come back once or twice to grab something, but had never really said anything. Greg had tried to apologize, but he had a feeling that Piggie understood. It was kind of nice to know that at least someone had shown some concern, even if he didn't need it.

Walking out of the door, Greg went down the hall. The entire dorm was empty as far as he could tell; everyone had gone into town to hang out or were somewhere in the school doing the same thing. Greg hoped that this would be a quick trip into the cafeteria to pick up some food and then to go eat in the courtyard.

It seemed a lot longer of a trip once he walked into the cafeteria. There were already quite a few tables filled, people talking about nothing in particular. Or at least, they were talking about nothing until now. Now they had something to talk about. As if losing wasn't bas enough, Greg thought.

He heard the whispers as loudly as if the students were talking to him. "That's the new kid; Gregory Breal, the loser." "Yep. That's him. Did you seem him at the very end? What a baby! He was about to cry and everything!" "Heh, watch out guys; I hear that losing is contagious."

"Loser."

By the time Greg had made it out to the courtyard, not far from where he had sat at lunch, he felt that it wouldn't matter how many names people called him. He had no reason to listen to them. And one day, I'll show them. I'll give them a reason to respect me, and I'll do it by never losing again.

Greg's hand were shaking so badly that he found he was incapable of opening the wrapping his food came in. Feeling defeated he began to cry. He released from with in himself everything that had become stored up over the years. He cried for his loss. For his loneliness. For his failures. For his past. Greg did not stop crying for a long time.

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Jennifer had been seen Greg from her window. She had already eaten her dinner, and was sitting in her dorm room, playing around on her computer. When she looked out the window, she watched as Greg came out the cafeteria and sat in the garden part of the courtyard.

Is he...crying? she wondered, moving closer. She couldn't tell from so far away. The only thing she noticed was that the thermometer on her computer's internet page read the outside temperature at a low 45?. Concerned, Jennifer decided to go down and check on him.

Grabbing her coat and a blanket, Jenn walked down the hall as if she were in no hurry. She didn't want to draw any attention to Greg or her for that matter. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to do much. Something about Greg after the battle with Zach had scared her, and she hadn't even spoken to him yet. He seemed... angry. Like Zach. Jennifer shook her head and decided to not compare Zach and Greg again. Even if they had some similarities, she had no right to level either one to a subject that she was observing.

Finally getting to the courtyard, Jenn first checked to make sure no one was around, but then walked towards Greg. When she approached closer to where he was sitting, she could see that he was trying to open the wrapper around his sandwich, but couldn't because his hands were shaking. From the cold or from crying, she couldn't tell, but he definitely was crying.

Greg didn't acknowledge at all whether he had noticed Jennifer, but it didn't bother her. She only wanted to help calm him down anyway. Draping the blanket over his shoulders, Jennifer sat next to him and held his hands. They stopped shaking, and he looked straight at her, his face still wet from tears and red from crying. She smiled and then helped him open his sandwich.

"Thanks," he said, smiling slightly. It quickly disappeared. "You didn't have to-"

"It's okay," Jennifer interrupted him. He seemed slightly surprised, but then turned back to his sandwich and mumbled thanks again. Uneasy with the silence, Jennifer put her hands in her lap and waited until the right moment. When she noticed that Greg hadn't eaten his sandwich yet.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked him. He began to shake his head when a voice she recognized all to well came in.

"There's nothing to talk about; he's a loser. That in itself benefits a good cry," said Zach cruelly. He didn't look at Jenn, just at Greg. Greg glared right back. Zach did not back down or wait, which Jennifer noted was not only the way that Zach fought, but insulted people too.

"But he's not just a loser because he didn't win today's little tournament. No. He's been a loser from the time he was a little kid. Or, as the Daily Islander described you, a monster."

Jennifer was confused now, but Greg stood up. "How do you know this?" Greg demanded, still glaring. Jenn could sense some fear in the statement, however.

"How do I know this? How can't I know it. You were the biggest scandal for an entire year. 'Little Boy Leads Mother To Own Death,' were the headlines," Zach retorted.

Frightened, Jennifer broke into the conversation. "Stop! Both of you!" She then turned to Greg, "What is he saying? Why were you a scandal?"

Greg became silent suddenly and looked at his feet. "I... I don't want to talk about this." Greg was about to walk away, when suddenly Zach called to him again.

"That's right, Gregory. Just run away. It saved you the first time, why wouldn't it work the second? Or is this the third? Then again, how many times have you run away?" Zach continued to taunt Greg until finally he stopped.

Greg looked up at the sky and shook his head. "You have no idea-"

Zach laughed at that, cruel and heartlessly. "Of what? No idea of what it means to be such a coward? To be such a loser? You're right," Zach said with sudden sternness, "I don't."

Greg then ran inside.

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Zach had known after he had destroyed Greg in that battle that he had been wrong on instinct. Greg was nothing special; no certain threat. He might have been decent for a rookie, but he had nothing that it took to become anything more.

Suddenly, he heard someone behind him, the girl. "Why did you do that to him?" she asked, almost pleadingly.

Zach frowned and looked over at her, answering her question simple in a few words. "To see his reaction. It was merely to confirm what I already knew."

The girl looked at him curiously. She didn't appear angry about the rough treatment, merely confused. "And what was that?" she asked.

"That he is no one of importance to me," Zach told her. He began to walk away, but felt her hold him still by his arm.

"Wait, explain what you know," she said. What Zach had said to Gregory apparently interested the girl, but he shook his head.

"I am not at liberty to discuss such personal material with you. If Breal wants you to know, he'll tell you, but trust me when I say that the 'Greg' you think you know is nothing but a lie. You can do some research on it if you wish. I did, and I found it quite profitable."

With that, Zach walked away, towards his own dormitory room. He was through with talking today. His throat was starting to hurt.

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Jennifer had been caught off guard by what Zach had said, but not enough to be intrigued by what he had said. Research on Gregory Breal… The idea seemed odd to Jenn. See decided to look into it.

Rushing up to her room, Jennifer found that Kassy, who was her roommate, had left a note by her bed. “Out shopping with Mariah and the girls, be back by midnight. Promise. Kisses, Kassy.” Jenn sighed and threw the note in the trash by her computer desk.

Sitting down, Jennifer opened the internet and went straight to a search engine. She typed in the name “Gregory Breal” and waited to see what would come up. Suddenly, the top ten results appeared. Some of them surprised her.

Little Boy Leads Mother To Own Death

Child Causes Demise Of Mother

Son Blamed In Death Of Mother

Death In Pyre Island Outskirts

Breal Death: Murder or Accident?

Government Official Found Dead

Crime On The Rise: Possible Link To Breal Death

Child Is Declared Innocent Of Public Claims

Government Believes Death To Be Related To PokčMon

Death Believed By Some To Be Conspired By Crime Lords

Stunned, Jennifer began to read through each article. If this is true… she thought to herself, shocked by what had happened only eight years ago. Dear God…

This is what Takahi meant by all those things he said, she realized.

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Greg decided to just get the day over with and sleep. He tried not to think of everything that had happened. Losing to Takahi, then being humiliated. Thinking of all of these things brought back one of Greg’s most painful memories.

He had been crying all day, sitting on his father’s lap as they watched the rain fall outside. Over by the big oak tree was the makeshift graveyard; Greg’s family couldn’t afford a real funeral. His father sat the entire day without talking, and Greg had sat on his lap the entire day, crying. Then he turned to his dad and said, “Dad, does God hate us?”

His father never answered, but Greg knew that day that something inside of his father had completely given up and died. Greg often remembered this day. It was the last day he had been allowed to stay with his father until the social workers came and took Greg to his grandmother’s house. Greg would sometimes visit his dad, but ended eventually too. It only started again three years ago, when Greg almost lost him.

Greg drifted to sleep at some point, teary eyed and fatigued.

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“Come on, Greggy!” his mother called, young and beautiful. She was wearing her favorite orange blouse and blue skirt. “Come on, Greggy! I’ll race you to the caves!” she called to him. A five-year-old Greg scurried over the rocks to her.

“Wait mommy! I’m can’t keep up!” Greg cried out.

“Come on, Greggy! You can do it!” his mother told him, walking towards the cavern behind her. “Just a little farther!” she said.

Greg tried, but he couldn’t get up onto the boulder. His mother merely shook her head and walked towards the cave. “I guess if you can’t get yourself up here, then we won’t be able to go to the beach,” she said in a menacingly kind way.

Greg shook his head, shouting, “No! no! I can do it! I can do it!”

His mother laughed, “That’s the spirit. Now, hurry-“

Suddenly, from behind her came a horrible roar. “Gregory, stay there,” his mother said quietly, fearfully. “But mommy-“ “No! Do as I say, and stay where you are.”

The roar got louder as the creature emerged from its cavern. “Gregory, run!” his mother screamed. Gregory didn’t look back, frightened and confused. He only turned once, and that was when he heard the most horrible scream ever. He watched as his mother fell from its jaw, and it reared its head to roar once more.

Gregory waited a few minutes, waiting for the monster to leave, and then went to his mother. “Mommy,” he said, shaking her arm, “Wake up mommy, you have to get up. Hurry, before the monster comes back, mommy!” Greg eventually realized that his mother was not going to wake up.

“Wait here, mommy. I’ll get daddy! He can wake you up! Just wait!”

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After Greg returned home and retrieved his father, the dream ended. It ended with the most painful part of it. The sound of his father’s voice rang through his ears now, as he lay wakened. “How could you let this happen, Greg? Why? Why?”

Greg got up from his bed and went to the dorm-bathrooms to get some water before he went back to bed. He looked at his watch. 3:28. Damn. Greg went back to his room and lay in his bed. He could not get back to sleep.

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Next time: Chapter 6, Final Exam!

Evan Turner
25th June 2006, 1:24 PM
Hello.

Sorry, I missed replying to a few chapters. I don't really review much. But I am impressed with your work. Now, onto the Chapter 5 review...
Well, this was an.. entertaining chapter, if you get the jist. I liked it. The way you explained Greg's past was very good. I also thought that the way you portray Zach is very good. From the way I read his description, I saw that it was actually the same character you see him as. But looks can be decieving.. I also like Jenn's reaction to what happened. Now, the bad. I didn't find much besides shortness, which isn't actually bad. I didn't see any grammar, or spelling mistakes lately, although I believe I saw a punctuation mistake in one of the earlier chapters... But nevermind that. You did great. Good luck with the next chapter.

G'day
Evander

[Super_Fjord]
25th June 2006, 5:17 PM
Hello.

Sorry, I missed replying to a few chapters. I don't really review much. But I am impressed with your work. Now, onto the Chapter 5 review...
Well, this was an.. entertaining chapter, if you get the jist. I liked it. The way you explained Greg's past was very good. I also thought that the way you portray Zach is very good. From the way I read his description, I saw that it was actually the same character you see him as. But looks can be decieving.. I also like Jenn's reaction to what happened. Now, the bad. I didn't find much besides shortness, which isn't actually bad. I didn't see any grammar, or spelling mistakes lately, although I believe I saw a punctuation mistake in one of the earlier chapters... But nevermind that. You did great. Good luck with the next chapter.

G'day
Evander

Thanks, Evander. :D

I also thought it was a bit short, but just like the first chapter, it served its purpose, I think. I'll try to see if there was any punctuation; I've been typing these up on Word to make sure they don't have spelling error's anymore, jsut because no one wants to read a story they can't... well... read.

But anyway, thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. (And even though you don't review much, you give very good reviews. I think that makes up for it plenty.)

I'm hoping to have Chapter 6 up soon. I got distracted and couldn't finish the chapter yesterday. This one won't be very long, but it will be important for what happens later. And that is all I shall say.

shadowlight
25th June 2006, 6:50 PM
I liked it you did great
I can't wait for the next chapter

[Super_Fjord]
25th June 2006, 10:07 PM
I liked it you did great
I can't wait for the next chapter

Thanks shadowlight. You won' have to wait very long, because here it is:

And whoa! Never noticed that Five star rating before! Thanks guys! ^.^ Also, sorry about the wait. Got sidetracked.
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Chapter 6: Final Exam
Chapter Rating: G
Cursing: Yes (mild)
Gore/Violence: No
Stuff: Unless exams bother you, you should be fine.


When asked about how his year at Aquara City PokéMon Trainers Academy, Greg would answer, "It was okay." In all truth, he had hated most of it. His only friend through the entire year was Piggie, and he had his own friends.

For the most part, Greg was quiet, unless asked something. Most of the teachers had apparently heard about his loss on the first day of school and had left him alone for the most part. Greg presumed that this was because he made decent grades and paid attention most of the time.

In Battle Class, his best class ironically, Greg was never called on to battle, and neither was Zach Takahi. In fact, Professor Warren had almost completely excused the two of them from any work. He must have been impressed, Greg thought.

In his other classes, Greg was average as a student. He passed with decent grades, 94's and above mostly. Of course, one thing that was different about his classes was that both Jennifer and Zach had completely left them. Without either one of them to hold his attention, and since Piggie was in all different classes too, Greg often just daydream or thought all day.

Greg also never saw the Sandshrew again, despite the fact that he always sat alone, and in the same spot everyday.

Today is it, Greg thought pleasantly, after the Final Exam, I can get my license and be on my way. Confident, Greg left right after breakfast to the stadium where the final exam would take place.

When Greg walked into the stadium, he noticed that it had been completely cleaned up since the first day. The holes were filled up and desks had covered the concrete floor. One thing Greg didn’t notice at first was that a dome, which was only usually used when it rained or was cold out, had covered the stadium. Artificial lights were turned on, and Greg took a seat in one of the desks.

Looking around him, Greg could only see twenty or thirty other students. Piggie was still asleep by the time Greg had left, something Greg was very used to. He guessed that not many people wanted to do school work on a Saturday. But if they really wanted that, I guess they wouldn’t have signed up for boarding school, Greg thought.

Greg decided that to be waiting on everyone else would be pointless. Getting up from his chair, he wanted to instead wait somewhere else until the class bell rang. I should’ve stayed asleep a little longer, Greg moaned, envying Piggie’s skill. It had been a few weeks since Greg had dreamed of the nightmare. He used to have it all the time, sometimes more graphic depending on what kind of day Greg had. That first one from the first day of school was the worst he had seen in over a year. Well, Greg thought with a slight smile, [/i]now its over. I can move on and just concentrate on the final exam[/i].

Feeling more confident than usual, Greg decided to take a walk in the courtyard where everyone was waiting. He could recognize several people, but none of them waved to Greg or even acknowledged his presence, or they didn’t until he went past someone.
“Hey! Watch it loser!”

Greg looked back at who had said that and then moved on. It wasn’t worth it to get into a fight the last day of school, not for that idiot. Greg decided now to go to the garden section, the one he ate lunch in and had seen the Sandshrew the first day of school. He had never seen the Sandshrew again, and it made him feel sadder than usual. Oh well, Greg thought, [/i]it would have come back if it had wanted to. Maybe it heard about my battle and was embarrassed for have eaten out of the biggest loser in school’s hand[/i]. Greg toyed with the idea until he walked into the garden.

Sitting there was Jennifer Sullivan and her friends. Turning around Greg walked as quickly as he could. Someone had called behind him, “Hey! Greg!” but he was gone by then. Feeling light-headed and red in the face, Greg decided that this was a bad idea. He should have just waited in the stadium where no one else was.

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Jennifer had been surprised to see Greg walk into the garden area, but even more surprised to see him just run away. Kassy had been the one to call over to him, but he had ignored him it seemed.

“What’s his problem?” Mariah asked. Jenn shrugged. After reading that web page she had read on the first night of school, she had done a lot of thinking about that question. He had suffered terribly, but Jennifer didn’t think that this shyness of because of that. It’s because he lost that battle, she thought.

Pushing Gregory Breal from her mind, Jennifer went back to looking at the schoolbook in her lap. It was titled PokéMon Association Rules. It was an older copy, but Jenn hoped that reading some of it would help her in the exam.

“So, what is this exam going to have on it, exactly?” Kassy asked, for what felt to Jennifer the thousandth time.

“It will basically be an exam testing your general knowledge of PokéMon, catching and raising PokéMon, and being a trainer in general. Stuff like how to use PokéMon centers and the PokéMon storage system on all the center PC’s,” Jennifer told her, not once looking up from her book.

Eventually, Mariah and Kassy stopped trying to talk to Jennifer and just started a conversation on what they would do later at the end of the year dance.

"What dance?" Jennifer asked, puzzled. She hadn't heard anything about it.

"It's going to tomorrow night," Mariah explained, "Kassy heard about it yesterday when she passed by the teacher's lounge. They're going to get the stadium and courtyard all set up."

Jennifer nodded, intrigued. "Is it going to be a real dance? Like the kind you take someone to?"

Kassy grinned. "Why, Jenn? Someone on your mind?" Jenn blushed a little but frowned.

"No, I was only asking," Jennifer told her, getting up. "I'm going to go to the stadium and get ready for my exam," she told Kassy and Mariah, leaving. As she walked away she began to smile slightly. There was someone on her mind, and he had been for a while now. It had surprised her when she had discovered how she felt. At first she thought she should have been ashamed, liking someone who seemed so... empty, but know she realized that there was much more to him than what she had immediately thought.

Realizing that she was daydreaming again, Jenn snapped out of it just in time to see that she was about to pass the stadium. Changing direction, Jennifer walked inside. Boys can wait, Jennifer thought with a smile, at least until after the test.

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Zach Takahi sat in his room. He had this room to himself, for which Zach was thankful. It made it quiet. The exam will be starting soon, he thought as he put on his usual style of clothing. Something black. I might as well get this over with.

Walking out of his room and into the dormitory hallway, Zach almost never acknowledged the other students. It wasn’t so much because Zach didn’t like people, but because ever since the first day, if someone wanted to talk to him and he let them, they would never stop.

There was only two students in this school who did not see Zach as someone who was ‘cool’ or ‘quiet’. They were Gregory Breal and Jennifer Sullivan.

Zach hadn’t talked to Greg since the first day, something that did not bother him at all. Greg was weak, and had proved to not be worth his time despite what talent he may have. Gregory despised Zach, and he knew it. Jennifer Sullivan was different however.

She was quiet, not unlike Greg usually was, but not because she was ashamed and traumatized; it was because she chose to be. She was very intelligent, but at the beginning of the year seemed very sympathetic of Greg. Or, she did until after that night.

Takahi did not feel bad for what he did to Greg that night; Breal would learn to get past such things or not. What surprised him was that Jennifer never tried to reprimand him even though she had come down to him in the first place to comfort him. It was puzzling how she reacted to things. And it was the first time that Zach had ever felt that someone had looked at him and saw more than his appearance. It was bemusing, but it did not bother Zach. Jennifer Sullivan could think whatever she wanted, but she could never get in his way. Because if you get in my way, you won’t make it past me.

Arriving at the stadium, Zach entered. Let’s get this stupid test over with.

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Greg had only been sitting for about five minutes when Jennifer walked in, shortly followed by Zach Takahi. Greg didn’t bother glaring at him; it was pointless for now. Takahi already knew about Greg’s dislike, and to remind him of it would only bring him the joy of remembering the pain he had resurrected in Gregory Breal.

Jennifer sat in the row of desks to Greg’s right about two desks behind him. Zach sat a few rows over near the middle. He sat with his arms folded and his feet rested on the legs of the desk. Zach never looked over at Greg. Fine by me, Greg thought stubbornly.

In about ten minutes, the bell rang and there were no longer any empty desks. Piggie had been one of the last ones to come, sitting in the row next to Greg’s left. He was across from Greg and had tried to say something to him when Professor Maple got onto a podium and used a microphone to silence the students.

“As you all know,” Prof. Maple began, “this is your final exam. I will tell you know, however, that this year the exam will be slightly different.” There were some worried whispers at this, but Prof. Maple silenced them once more and continued. “This year the exam will consist of three parts: the first will be a written section. It will be a thirty question quiz to examine your basic knowledge about what you have learned.”

“The second part,” said Maple, “will be a skills test. You will be given six PokéMon and you must decide what attacks would be best utilized by each one. That test will be explained better once you start it of course,” Prof. Maple clarified. “The final test will be for some of you the easiest. You will learn more about it later.”

Some uneasy whispers went around the room. Was all the studying they had done pointless? Greg just wished they’d all shut up and listen so he could get this over with. They may not think so, but I can take anything they throw at me, so let’s go already!

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Prof. Maple soon asked the students to stop talking and get ready for the written portion of the exam. Soon, teachers came around, passing out papers. Professor Warren stopped at Greg’s desk for some reason. “Good luck kid,” he said with a wink, “Not that you’ll need it.”

At first Greg was puzzled, but not enough to be distracted by Prof. Maple saying, “You may now begin the exam!”

Turning his paper over, Greg quickly began answering the questions. In a battle your opponent uses Water-types, what do you use? Grass or Electric-types… And so the exam began.

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Jennifer had found the written part very easy, but now that it was only worth one third of the entire grade, she wasn’t so sure she would do very well. But how hard can it be? she asked herself. Jennifer looked up from her desk to see both Greg and Zach looking at each other every once and a while.

Shaking her head, tired of worrying about either one of them, Jenn just rested her head and waited. The teachers would come get her when they noticed.

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When Greg had finished, he had seen Zach leave with the teacher already. They would come for him soon enough. So… What I have to do next is choose good attacks for some PokéMon? That doesn’t sound too hard.

Greg found out soon enough just how hard it was. Professor Honey had come to get him and took him to a back room. She was as happy looking as ever. Greg did as she said and sat down in a chair on the other side of the table in the small room.

“All right, Greg,” she began, “let’s do this. First of all, do you understand what you are trying to accomplish with this portion of the test?”

Greg shrugged in response, “I’m trying to make an effective team, right?”

Professor Honey nodded, “Yes. Very good, now, here are your PokéMon.” She lay down six pieces of paper. Each pictured a different PokéMon and a list of possible attacks. “Now, go ahead and start. You have forty-five minutes.”

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Greg looked over each paper quickly. He had been given a Venomoth, a Torkoal, a Quagsire, a Machamp, a Girafarig, and an Absol. Moving fast, Greg started with Girafarig. The Psychic-Normal PokéMon, which resembled a pygmy giraffe with a black rear-half, but instead of a tail, it had a second head that resembled a ball, only with large teeth. Greg noted one of the most important strategies possible with Girafarig; it’s Baton Pass attack. It allowed it to boost of its attacks and give them to another PokéMon when it switched. Greg circled with his pen the Baton Pass attack, as well as Calm Mind, Crunch, and Psychic.

The next PokéMon Greg worked on was Torkoal; a tiny, Fire-type tortoise PokéMon that vented steam and fire from its shell. Greg quickly noted that Torkoal would be, other than possibly Venomoth, the most likely candidate in battle to be helped by Baton Pass. With that in mind, Greg circled the attacks under Torkoal as follows: Curse, Body Slam, Flamethrower, and Protect.

Feeling confident, Greg chose Venomoth next. Venomoth was essentially a large, moth-like creature with a fairly wide range of attacks, most of them Psychic, Grass, or Poison. Of all the strategies and attack sorts, Greg decided to choose four powerful and restricting attacks: Toxic, Attract, Psychic, and Solar Beam. It wouldn’t be the best fighter, but it could be used smartly.

Greg now started on Quagsire, a newt-like PokéMon with a some very good stats. With its high health points, decent attack and defense, it could use some decent attacks and fight for extended periods of time. Greg chose these four attacks: Curse, Earthquake, Rest, and Mist.

Almost finished, Greg chose to choose the attacks of Machamp. A human-like PokéMon, Greg thought that it was a stretch to consider it human-like. It had four arms, and was surprisingly, not even as tall as Greg. Being a strong attacker, Greg decided to give Machamp Bulk-Up, Brick Break, Earthquake, and Rock Slide.

The last PokéMon was one that fascinated Greg. Absol was a feline-like beast with an oddly human-like face. It was the Disaster PokéMon, able to sense coming tragedies. It, not unlike Machamp, had high attack power, except it was faster than Machamp. Hoping to use this to his advantage, Greg selected its moves carefully: Swords Dance, Aerial Ace, Shadow Ball, and Rock Slide.

“Good job, Greg,” Professor Honey commented, taking the papers. “Professor Warren will take you to your next exam,” she said. The door then opened, and Greg got up and walked out. One last test, he thought, then I’ll get out of this city and be on my way.

---

Jennifer had taken her time during the second test. She found it slightly more difficult to choose attacks for her given PokéMon than she had first thought. When she was done, however, the science and math teacher, Dr. Vine, led her into the next room.

“Alright, Jennifer,” he said, “This is your final exam. You must defeat me in a battle using the team you put together during your last test.”

Surprised, Jennifer meekly accepted the PokéBall’s given to her. “O-okay…”

---

Greg had a very similar reaction when Professor Warren handed him the belt. “Alright boy,” Warren said with a grin, “show me what you got! I saw what you could do at the beginning of the year, and I have to say, I was more impressed by you and Mr. Takahi then I have been ever before.”

Greg, nodded, and took his place on the other side of the room. “Alright then,” Professor Warren said, “We begin! Go, Sandslash!”

Ready, Greg made his move. “Go, Venomoth!” he said.

Greg quickly recognized the Sandslash. It was a pangolin, the evolved form of Sandshrew. Warren waited for Greg to make the first move. Might as well, Greg thought confidently.

“Venomoth, use Attract on Sandslash!” Obeying his order, Venomoth flew over toward Sandslash and released a special dust for its attack. Sandslash suddenly seemed to be distracted by Venomoth.

“Sandslash, use Rock Slide!” Warren ordered, but to his misfortune, Sandslash chose not to listen.

“Venomoth, use Toxic, now!” Greg ordered, using this to his advantage. Unable to react, Sandslash would be helpless as Greg destroyed it in battle. Venomoth was now flying over Sandslash, dropping a black and purple powder on it. Suddenly, Sandslash seemed violently ill as it collapsed to its belly, both infatuated and Poisoned.

Greg felt he could finish this off quickly now: “Charge up Solarbeam, Venomoth!” Greg ordered. Venomoth hovered in front of Greg as a large green orb of photosynthetic energy charged between its claws. Warren was trying to get his Sandslash to move, but the pangolin would not listen to reason while it was in love with Venomoth.

“Solarbeam, Venomoth!”

The rushing of energy as the beam struck Sandslash, causing it to faint, drowned Venomoth’s battle cry out. Warren returned his Sandslash, seeming satisfied at what he had seen. “Very good, Gregory. Just two more rounds and you will have passed the test.”

“That is, of course, if you can beat me,” Warren added.

---

From the observation room, Professor Honey and Maple watched the students on screen. On TV 4 was Zach Takahi, who had quickly defeated the Trainer’s Ed. Professor and had passed the exam with the highest score. “He is an odd boy. Powerful, but odd,” Maple muttered to no one in particular. Honey could not help but agree.

“He has a lot of anger,” she admitted.

Maple nodded, “He needs to learn to control it better before he hurts someone.” Then Maple looked at TV 19. On the screen was Gregory Breal, who had not done as well as Takahi. In fact, Honey thought, he has one of the lower grades of those who will pass. Except for in battle simulations.

“Those two don’t like each other much,” Maple said. Honey had heard about the battle, but didn’t know the details. “Oh well,” Maple said, getting up, “I’ll go ahead and get ready. I have to announce the school dance and all that…”

Honey continued to watch both Breal and Takahi. There is a lot of promise in both of them… If only they would learn to get over their pasts, she thought sadly before walking out after Maple.

---

Greg was ready for whatever would happen next, or so he thought. Warren then made his move: “Go, Steelix!” Suddenly, the room was filled with the giant, snake-like Steel/Ground PokéMon. It roared loudly, shaking the only window in the room and hurting Greg’s ears.

“Return, Venomoth!” Greg ordered. The moth PokéMon wouldn’t last long against a Steelix. Instead, Greg chose something a bit hardier.

“Go, Quagsire!” Greg said, releasing the newt-PokéMon. It squealed in surprise at Steelix, but was soon ready to fight. Warren gave the first order this time.

“Steelix, use Iron Tail!” The Steelix lifted its tail and swung at Quagsire, sending it flying into a wall. “Quagsire!” Greg called to it. The little newt struggled up to its legs and waddled back over.

“Quagsire,” Greg commanded, “use Earthquake!”

Greg had to get down on his knees to stop from being swung to badly, but Warren and Steelix basically collapsed. The attack, although super effective, had been restricted by the walls of the building and the floor, lessening the damage. Warren made his next move.

“Steelix, use Crunch!” Warren ordered. The Steelix lunged for Quagsire.

“Quagsire, use Curse!” Greg commanded. Although for Ghost-PokéMon this would cause damage, when Quagsire used it Greg found that its attack and defense ratings were risen, but now it seemed lower in speed. It will be fine, Greg convinced himself.

Steelix now had Quagsire in its maw, but Greg was ready to stop it now. “Use Earthquake, now Quagsire!”

From in Steelix’s mouth, Quagsire’s Earthquake reverberated through Steelix’s body, nearly knocking it to pieces. Warren returned the beast to its PokéBall. With Steelix defeated, Greg had only one last round against Warren. “Very good,” the professor said, “but can you defeat this?”

Warren released his next PokéMon, one Greg knew very well. He had seen it hundreds of times, and it had become famous as a favorite for new trainers. Its bright orange skin, fire-tipped tail, and large wings were trademarks of Charizard.

---

Warren had not thought that the kid would be so skilled. He had known that he was good, but good enough to finish off a veteran like him in two or three turns each? That took skill. Even if Warren was taking it a little easy on the kid.

He smiled. He knew he shouldn’t, but he wanted to see this kid get through. See where he was going in life. To Warren, at least, this kid had more promise than even Takahi, who was a damn good fighter.

But now Warren had brought out the big guns. Charizard was his first PokéMon, and his strongest. Greg would have to try to win this one.

---

Greg returned his Quagsire silently, trying to decide his next move. Machamp is weak to Flying-type attacks, which Charizard probably had, Girafarig isn’t fast enough, and Torkoal won’t be able to do much against something that fast and strong. That leaves…

“Go, Absol!” Greg called out, throwing the PokéBall into the field. The white, almost tiger-like PokéMon stood silently as it looked as Charizard, who growled menacingly. Greg knew that Absol might be able to out maneuver Charizard, thanks to Absol’s size and speed, but Charizard could also just beat Absol back into a wall. Thinking quickly, Greg gave an order.

“Absol, Shadow Ball!” Greg called out. Absol quickly charged an orb of energy that it shot at Charizard. “Charizard, block it with Flamethrower!” Warren ordered.

Sure enough, the flames prevented any damage. “Now, use Slash Charizard!” Warren yelled. Greg acted as quickly as possible, “Aerial Ace, Absol!”

As Charizard flew at Absol, the Disaster PokéMon shot off the ground and hit Charizard in the chest, knocking the dragon-like PokéMon to the ground. “Fire Blast, Charizard!” Warren ordered. Charizard exhaled a wall of flame that hit Absol, singing its fur.

“Absol, get up!” Greg called to it. The creature slowly got back up. It had received some pretty heavy damage. “Use Rock Slide Absol!” Greg commanded. Lacking the ability to conjure up rocks, Absol resorted to using the stone roof to collapse on Charizard. Hitting the ceiling with its blade-like appendage, Absol made the roof fall down upon Charizard. With surprising swiftness, Charizard managed to move out of the way of the largest stones, but received a fair amount of damage from medium size rocks that nearly crushed Charizard.

“Charizard,” Warren called out, “Use Dragon Rage!”

As Charizard prepared its attack, Greg made a quicker command: “Absol, use Aerial Ace again!” Moving fast enough to avoid the flames, Absol struck Charizard with its blade, knocking the dragon unconscious.

“Congratulations,” Professor Warren told Greg as he returned the Charizard. “You have passed the exam. Good job, kid.”

---

(*Small revision in chapters, the next one will not be Meet The Squad, but rather a different one. Sorry for any inconvenience.)

Next time: Chapter 7, School Dance; End of the Year!

TheTurquoiseTauros!
25th June 2006, 10:54 PM
Wow!!! Wowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowow!!! That was soo awsome!! You are a very good writer and the details are great.

The True Champion
25th June 2006, 10:58 PM
I just finished reading all your chapters and i must say well done. This kept me guessing what would happen next and i really enjoyed it. I read fics with pokemon academies before and i was glad that you didn't make it to long. As for the first chapter it was good and made me start thinkong about what could happen in the fic for the name to be myth. The battle was great and i really thought you were going to make it a tie. But seeing how you worked i like it much better this way. I was shocked to hear about greg's past but i like it because you made him into a character who doesn't have much to lose. As for Jenn she seems to be a good person but over thinks things to much. As for Zach he is a great character and he won't take anything from anyone and won't let anyone get in his way. I can't wait to see what type of trainer he becomes. I can't what to see what you do with the next chapters.

~True Champion

[Super_Fjord]
26th June 2006, 12:13 AM
Wow!!! Wowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowow!!! That was soo awsome!! You are a very good writer and the details are great.

Wow. Um... Thanks. A lot... It's nice to get some positive and slightly over the top feedback.


I just finished reading all your chapters and i must say well done. This kept me guessing what would happen next and i really enjoyed it. I read fics with pokemon academies before and i was glad that you didn't make it to long. As for the first chapter it was good and made me start thinkong about what could happen in the fic for the name to be myth. The battle was great and i really thought you were going to make it a tie. But seeing how you worked i like it much better this way. I was shocked to hear about greg's past but i like it because you made him into a character who doesn't have much to lose. As for Jenn she seems to be a good person but over thinks things to much. As for Zach he is a great character and he won't take anything from anyone and won't let anyone get in his way. I can't wait to see what type of trainer he becomes. I can't what to see what you do with the next chapters.

~True Champion

Thank you. :) I tried not to make this story very predictable by putting in events that would make things that you thought would happen, not happen.
As for why it's called Myth, you'll see. In the first chapter there is an important hint to why its called Myth, but if you didn't notice it, don't worry. I'll reveal the reason in time.

As for how you observe the characters, I would say that yes. You are correct for the most part. Greg has nothing to lose and wants to be respected, Jennifer is very thoughtful and wants to figure out how life works, while Zach is a bit of a rebel whose intentions aren't quite clear yet.

Hopefully you'll see them all expand in character soon.

Thanks again guys.

shadowlight
26th June 2006, 1:11 AM
it's great
It has a good story it's detailed
I can't wait for the next chapter

[Super_Fjord]
26th June 2006, 1:31 AM
it's great
It has a good story it's detailed
I can't wait for the next chapter

Working on the next chapter now. Thanks again.

[Super_Fjord]
26th June 2006, 3:21 AM
Well, seeing as this next chapter is really just a filler to slightly expand some characterization, I thought 'heck, it's not that long, let's just add it.'

So I did. :D
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Chapter 7: School Dance; End of the Year!
Chapter Rating: PG
Cursing: Yes
Gore/Violence: Some
Stuff: It's a school dance. Weird stuff is bound to happen. Especially stuff pertaining to underwear. -shiver-


The next day was not technically the last day of school, but it was the last day of classes. Tomorrow, each trainer would receive all the things they would need for their journeys: namely, a PokéDex, some PokéBalls, and, of course, a PokéMon. Today, however, was the school dance.

Professor Maple had announced almost immediately after the exams were over that the school would celebrate with a dance. Ever since then, students had been trying to hook up with dates for the dance.

In this case, students did not include Gregory Breal or Zach Takahi. While all the girls were searching for Zach, and while Greg was not going to be asked anyway, both students were being held in Professor Warren's office. Presently, Professor Warren was not in the room with them; something Greg regretted.

Greg never looked over at Zach, and Zach never looked over at Greg. The mutual dislike for each other seemed clear for the most part, except no one really knew why. Sure Greg lost to Zach, but it wasn't as if they were very different. Neither of them had any friends, except Greg had Piggie for the most part, neither of them talked practically ever, and both of them were favorites of Professor Warren.

But for whatever reason they hated each other, most people who didn't even know the two personally could see that they did indeed hate each other. It's unfortunate, Professor Warren thought as he entered his office, they would make a fantastic team.

"Hello boys," he said cheerfully. The Coach, as many of the students called him, was one of the oldest professors at the Academy. He was also the most experienced. And yet, not much was known about him. Rumor's often circulated that he was a PokéMon League Champion from long ago, while others just thought he was a battle crazy old kook.

As Warren sat at his desk he noticed that both boys seemed bored. A pity, Warren thought with a smile.

"Alright, now, do either of you have any idea of why you are here?" he asked them, looking from Greg to Zach. Zach, Warren thought, might know.

As if he had read his mind, Zach answered in his cool voice, "We did the best in the battling and strategy parts of the exam."

Warren smiled, "Yes. Yes you did. Explain how you deducted this, Mr. Takahi."

Zach looked up at Warren and answered, "Because we were chosen at the beginning of the year by the logistics program, which was correct. We are the best strategist and battlers in this academy."

Nodding, Warren began to fiddle with a pen. He then looked at Gregory. Gregory Breal was, although not yet as powerful as Takahi, more promising, Warren thought. Warren did not know why exactly he felt this way, but he knew it to be true. He will grow up to do great things.

"Now that we have the reason you are here settled, let's get on with what I am going to tell you both," Warren said to them, standing. "As of this year, the PokéMon Association will be establishing new rules. Most of them you will hear tomorrow, but one of them I think is going to be more important to you two, specifically."

"The one I am talking about," Professor Warren continued, "is one that states that trainer's should assist all authorities in manners of gang violence and PokéMon crimes. The Association is asking trainers to now act as wandering enforcers of law. I say that this is important to you two because-"

"Because we're the best," Greg interrupted.

Warren nodded, "That is correct, Mr. Breal. I fear that eventually trainers will all be recruited into a new police force. I'd rather not see that happen, honestly. That being so, I suggest that both of you become rather careful of how much skill you let people see from you. Trust me when I say that you will not enjoy a life of crime fighting," Warren added as he sat again.

"So... You called us here to warn us about this?" Greg asked.

"Yes, Mr. Breal, that is correct. Allow me to say, however," Warren added as both boys began to stand, "that this does not mean that you should not help in fighting crime at all. Trainers like you are needed to help keep the peace. But also let me say that sometimes there will be crime you cannot fight. Some crime stretches so far that even if something does not seem connected it might very well be."

Both boys seemed confused but nodded anyway. "Alright, both of lads move along," Warren ordered, waving them away. After they closed the door, Warren turned back to his wall where a map of Terras was shown. "And be careful boys."

---

As Greg closed the door behind him, Zach appeared to be waiting for him, but then Takahi just walked away, probably back to his dorm room. Shaking his head slightly, Greg walked towards the cafeteria. Dinner was being served early for the dance and he wanted to get something before he went and sat in his room for the rest of the night.

Passing groups of students already done, Greg thought back to the class they had today in PokéMon Interactions. Professor Honey had asked 'what PokéMon do you want as a starter?'

Predictably, several people said classic starters such as Charmander, Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and others, but a few had said that they wanted something different. Greg himself admitted that he didn’t know what he wanted.

But returning to the present, Greg found that he was already in line for a dinner. Have to appreciate daydreams, Greg thought.

---

"Wow Jenn," Mariah exclaimed, "You looked beautiful!"

"Really?" Jennifer asked, looking in the mirror, "Are you sure?" Jenn was preparing herself for the dance. She wasn't actually going with anyone, although one or two boys did ask, but her friends had convinced her to put on a dress and come.

"Yes 'really'!" Kassy said with a laugh. Compliments like that made Jennifer uncomfortable, but she laughed too. The dress had been a gift from her mother at Christmas, but she had yet to wear it. It was a pale blue and sparkled. It is a very pretty dress, Jennifer thought quietly.

Now that the three were completely ready, Kassy led them out of the dormitory into the stadium. It amazed Jennifer how much the professors had done in such a short time. There was a disco ball, a DJ, and even tables with food and drink.

Mariah began jumping in beat with the music and then pulled at the other two girls; “Come on guys! Let’s dance the night away!”

Laughing, Kassy and Jennifer joined their friend and there they stayed until later that night.

---

Zach lay on the bed in his room. This would be his last night here. Tomorrow he would be off on his journey and probably out of Aquara City if he got his way. But something bothered him. Something Professor Warren had said.

If the professor was right, then Zach could be dragged into something that would either restrict him, or possibly, but unlikely, help him. Either way, Zach would ensure that he would in the end do what he had come here to do.

And nothing can stop me from doing that.

---

Watching people at his window, Greg would look back at the computer every few seconds to see if the page had loaded. He was looking up what PokéMon made good starters. Not surprisingly, at the top of the list were the most common starters: Charmander, Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Chikorita, Totodile, Cyndaquil, Treeko, Torchic, and Mudkip.

Greg liked each of the traditional starters, but he also wanted to see what else was a choice. Other suggested starters on this website included Caterpie, Weedle, Nidoran, Zubat, and several other very common PokéMon that could be found almost anywhere. Two names that did catch Greg’s attention were Phanpy and Teddiursa. The list also included Eevee, Growlithe, Houndour, Poochenya, and even Mareep.

Sitting back in his chair, Greg began to think. Some trainers chose just one type of PokéMon to raise, and others used a mix of different types. Closing his eyes, Greg tried to imagine what he would want as a team. Suddenly, a door slammed behind him.

“Greg! Hurry! There’s a fight!” Piggie shouted, bewildered.

Surprised, Greg fell out of his chair, “What?”

“Come on! We have to get out there!” Piggie yelled, helping Greg up.

“Alright, calm down. We’ll go help, just let me grab-“

“No time, mate!” Piggie interrupted, dragging Greg behind him. As they went along, Greg was completely red in the face. What Piggie may not have realized is that Greg was not wearing any pants because he was going to bed, and was now only in his boxers.

---

Once both of them got outside, Greg saw what Piggie had meant. The dance was technically over, but everyone had stopped to see something in a corner of the courtyard.

“What’s going on?” someone shouted from behind.

Once Greg and Piggie got situated, a boy from behind asked Greg, “Um, dude, where are your-“ Greg stopped him with a quick ‘sh’ and tried to watch what was happening. There were two people in the circle; Professor Warren and Professor Maple.

“Alright kids, this will be a quick lesson,” Warren said, “Now, what do you call a battle with four PokéMon and trainers fighting at once?”

Someone yelled out the answer; “Double battle!”

“Correct!” Maple exclaimed, holding two PokéBall’s in his hand, “Now, will two volunteers step up?”

Everyone was silent, but finally Professor Warren and Maple resorted to calling out names of familiar faces.

“Alright, fine,” Maple said, “Come over here Jennifer, Ms. Sullivan!”

Greg watched with amusement as Jennifer shyly walked up to Professor Maple and accepted a PokéBall. There were some whistles from the crowd. Greg knew very well why. Jennifer had decided to wear he long blonde hair in a bun and was wearing a sleek dress. She looks more beautiful than ever, he thought.

“Ah! There you are Mr. Breal!” exclaimed Professor Warren, motioning for Greg to come forward. Embarrassed, but without choice, Greg walked out. Professor Maple began to laugh, but Warren just looked at Greg with a curious smile.

“I dear say my lad, you can put your pants back on. This is a battle after all,” he said. There were laughs everywhere, and Greg smiled meekly. Warren shook his head and gave Greg a PokéBall. “Alright then, let’s battle!”

---

Jennifer laughed with Professor Maple as Greg walked out to compete in the battle. Standing in a battle stance in a tank top and boxers probably wasn’t ideal, but it was amusing. Laughing openly, Jennifer had a hard time not staring over at Greg. Although he had started out embarrassed, now that they were about to start, we seemed to close the world out. Interesting, Jenn thought.

Once the battle began, she threw her ball in to activate it. To her surprise, out came a Raichu. A large mouse-like PokéMon with a long tail and ears, the Electric-type was powerful and fast. Professor Maple was using a Water-type crocodile PokéMon called Feraligatr.

On the other side, Professor Warren had released a Fire/Ground-type called Camerupt, which resembled a camel or cow with vents on its back. Greg, however, released the most bizarre PokéMon: a Grass/Dark-type called Cacturne, which resembled a scarecrow that was made from a cactus.

“Let’s go!” Warren cried out. And so the battle began.

---

“Raichu, use Quick Attack on Cacturne!” Jennifer cried out, attacking first. Greg waited until the time was right before ordering something in retaliation:

“Cacturne, use Faint Attack!” Suddenly, just as Raichu was about to hit it, Cacturne disappeared and then reappeared to attack Raichu. The electric-mouse hit the ground hard enough to get Professor Maple to counterattack.

“Feraligatr, use Crunch!” he shouted. The crocodilian PokéMon charged at Cacturne, but Warren had Greg’s back.

“Camerupt, use Take Down!” Suddenly, Feraligatr was swept off its feet as Camerupt’s head connected with its stomach, sending Feraligatr flying towards Maple.

Jennifer was the next to act, taking advantage of the distraction, “Use Thunderbolt, Raichu!” To her surprise, the attack didn’t even bother Camerupt. Then she seemed to realize what had happened, but it was too late. Greg had the chance to make a move.

“Cacturne, use Sand Storm!”

With that, spinning sand, covering all the PokéMon and bothering the crowd covered the entire field. Greg knew that neither Maple nor Jennifer could do much now, but Cacturne and Camerupt were built for this kind of environment. Ready for this, Warren moved next.

“Camerupt, use Earthquake!”

Acting as to prevent Cacturne from getting hurt, Greg gave an order to; “Cacturne, leap up into the air when the Earthquake is launched!”

With that, all Greg could hear was the shriek of a badly hurt Raichu and the grunts of Feraligatr. Yes!

When the sand cleared, Cacturne and Camerupt were fine, impervious to the effects of Sandstorm, while Raichu lied on the ground, fainted. Feraligatr looked like it had some more fight, but Greg could take care of that.

“Needle Arm, Cacturne!” Greg shouted. Cacturne, moving with unnatural swiftness, then beat Feraligatr to the ground with the super-effective Grass-type attack. And with that the battle was over.

---

Cheers erupted in the crowds as the PokéMon were returned. Professor Warren then moved to the very middle of the group of people and raised his hands for silence. “Alright kids, this is it. Time for you to head up. Good night, and good luck. Tomorrow is it! Everyone enjoy what time here you have left.”

With that, everyone headed back to his or her dorms except Greg, Piggie, and Jennifer, who all stayed with Professor Warren and Maple.

“Good battle everyone,” Maple said, eyeing Piggie suspiciously. “How did that happen, Greg?” he asked, pointing to his boxers. Greg blushed and mumbled something about being dragged out of his room.

All of them said good night and headed off.

As Piggie walked next to Greg and Jennifer, he started shouting, “Damn! You two were bloody fantastic! I mean, hell, you were more than fantastic! You were amazing! Well, that’s the same thing, but…”

Then Jennifer started laughing. “Ha! See that, mate? I told you I was funny!”

Greg shrugged and said, “All I ever said, Piggie, was that I didn’t think you were funny. What other people think might be different.”

Piggie groaned and ran inside when he saw some of his friends at the door. Jennifer giggled some more before turning to Greg and saying, “Good battle Greg. Maybe we’ll do it again sometimes,” she said.

Greg smile and said, “Yeah, maybe next time I’ll where pants.”

Laughing, Jennifer waved goodbye as she went the other way, “See you in the morning, Greg.”

“Bye,” Greg whispered, walking inside. It had been a very interesting night.

---

Next time: Chapter 8; Meet The Squad!

Magi of all
26th June 2006, 6:33 PM
............................Wow. Just wow. That was one of the best stories I have read in a long time. Just brilliant. The characters are interesting and well thought out. They are different and interesting. The plot is mysterous and dark. Everything is just great. I especially love your battles. Really looking foward to your next chapter.

[Super_Fjord]
26th June 2006, 7:07 PM
............................Wow. Just wow. That was one of the best stories I have read in a long time. Just brilliant. The characters are interesting and well thought out. They are different and interesting. The plot is mysterous and dark. Everything is just great. I especially love your battles. Really looking foward to your next chapter.

Thanks, Magi of all. Another stunned person... I'm actually kind of surprised. I didn't expect people to like it that much.

Hopefully I can get working on Chapter 8 soon, but I have some stuff happening the next couple of days. (Band practices, ect.) Chapter 8 will probably be done later today though.

shadowlight
26th June 2006, 7:59 PM
It is a great chapter
I can't wait for the next chapter
Will greg be traveling with zach and jenn

Lostsoulz0
26th June 2006, 8:05 PM
once again some nice chapters Super Fjord my favourite being the exam and watching Greg hand the Professor his butt a whooping. Like the chapter with alittle bit of info on Gregs background and hope you will reveal more to us during the story. wonder what pokemon greg will get on his journey? Anyway keep the chapters coming.

The True Champion
27th June 2006, 12:46 AM
Nice chapter you have great battle sceens and i can always picture them in my mind. I feel bad for Greg because finally he would get soem respect by showing off his skills and he leaves the next day. I have one question and its what pokemon does the academy give oput for starters because from what i read it souds like a lot of different pokemon. Hope you can answer me soon and i hope you will let his team be what everyone thinks because thats the only surpise i don't want to see.

~True Champion

[Super_Fjord]
27th June 2006, 1:26 AM
It is a great chapter
I can't wait for the next chapter
Will greg be traveling with Spoiler:- who he will travel with

Perhaps. Read and see. :D


once again some nice chapters Super Fjord my favourite being the exam and watching Greg hand the Professor his butt a whooping. Like the chapter with alittle bit of info on Gregs background and hope you will reveal more to us during the story. wonder what pokemon greg will get on his journey? Anyway keep the chapters coming.

You'll see soon what Greg will choose, as well as more info on his past as the story progresses. I mean, I can't not explain it. If I wasn't going to, then I wouldn't have used a double negative. ;)


Nice chapter you have great battle sceens and i can always picture them in my mind. I feel bad for Greg because finally he would get soem respect by showing off his skills and he leaves the next day. I have one question and its what pokemon does the academy give oput for starters because from what i read it souds like a lot of different pokemon. Hope you can answer me soon and i hope you will let his team be what everyone thinks because thats the only surpise i don't want to see.

~True Champion

Thanks for the review. Greg doesn’t mind too much that he’s leaving, but he will mind in this next chapter who he’s leaving with. The PokéMon available at the academy cover a wide range, but mostly include common starting PokéMon: Charmander and that sort. You will see soon, however, that not everyone will choose the classic starters and will have a choice of some more difficult to raise PokéMon, including things like Staryu, Goldeen, Teddiursa, Phanpy, and various others.

I’m not sure what you think his team will be, but I can tell you that it will be a good team, at least by the end. (You can PM me with what you expect, but I can’t make any promises in that department, I’m afraid.)

And because I’ll be busy tomorrow, I’ve decided to add this now while I still have free time…
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Chapter 8: Meet The Squad!
Chapter Rating: PG
Cursing: Yes
Gore/Violence: No
Stuff: Arguments


“Everyone please report to the front field,” the announcement said. All the students were ready at that time. All students except Gregory Breal and Eugene “Piggie” McDonald the XIX.

“Hurry up, mate,” Piggie cried out.

“You’re the one who turned off the alarm!” Greg retorted. He smiled all the same. It was funny how close the two roommates had gotten. Piggie had even explained to Greg the story behind his name and how he ended up nineteenth in his family.

“You see, my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather supposedly was the only person in my family to ever see a legendary PokéMon and then battle with it. He almost captured it. Ever since then, my family had named the first born son of each descendant ‘Eugene’.”

Greg still remembered that night; he’d almost died from laughing. The two boys ran out of the room, carrying all their things in their packs. “Hurry!” Greg hissed as he passed Piggie.

Eventually they reached the front field of the academy, out of breath and red-faced. Piggie even fell to the ground and refused to get up until they made him. Rolling his eyes, Greg looked around to see what was going to happen. All the professors were standing by the flagpole, and behind them were some tables. Greg noticed that Professor Honey, even though she was smiling, looked like she had been crying. Professor Warren looked the same as always, dressed in an overcoat and wearing a ski cap. He still had his gloves on and was even wearing what looked like army boots and cargo pants. Greg couldn’t tell where he was looking because he was wearing sunglasses, but he had a feeling that the professor’s gaze was probably directed at him.

“Children,” Professor Honey spoke up, “It has been out honor to teach you these past few months, but now its is time to let you go on your journey.” Cheers came out of the crowd, but Maple silenced them, “First, you must each come up and retrieve a PokéDex and a PokéGear. Line up please, we’ll give you each one.”

The students, noisily, got into a line in front of Professor Maple. Professor Warren and Honey then began to hand out PokéDex. These were a newer, sleek model that had enough information capacity to be something of a pocket supercomputer. Once Professor Warren got to Greg, he grinned warmly and patted him on the back. “Here you go kid,” he said quietly, handing Greg the PokéDex. Greg smiled back, but said nothing.

Professor Honey than began walking down the line, giving hugs shaking hands while she passed each student a PokéGear. She merely touched Greg's head when handing him the Swiss army knife of technology, which reminded him of something.

Reaching into his backpack, Greg pulled out a ski cap his father had sent him. It was all black, and went well with the rest of his trainer's outfit, which was namely a red over shirt, black undershirt, jeans, and running shoes. Putting it on, Greg smiled. He seemed to be doing that a lot more lately.

Greg then looked at the PokéGear. It had a special strap that let him wear it like necklace or hook it to his backpack. The PokéGear was a tool that could prove to be more than just useful; it had a radio, cell phone, camera, and anything else you could need or want for a long trip.

Sticking it in his pocket, Greg remembered that he had to program both the PokéGear and the PokéDex later in order for him to use them. I'll take care of it after I leave, he thought carelessly.

After everyone had received his or her things, Professor Warren stepped forward in Professor Maple's place. He looked uncomfortable, which reminded Greg of the new rules he had told both him and Zach the day before. How could I forget? There has to be a bunch of new rules! Greg scolded himself.

"Alright everyone, this is important, so listen up!" Warren roared out at them. Everyone jumped up to attention now, including Piggie who hadn't stood up the entire time.

Warren continued, satisfied that he had the students' attention: "Very good. Now listen. The PokéMon Association has passed a few new rules you need to be aware of."

"The first is that all of you as trainers now have the responsibility to assist law enforcement whenever possible. This means that you are to be on the watch for illegal activities." Greg almost thought that Warren had looked at him, but he must have been mistaken.

"The second is that if you are discovered to have broken any laws or are believed to be associated with a PokéMon gang, your license with be invalidated and your PokéMon will be taken away from you." This one surprised Greg. I thought this was already a law...

Sighing, Warren continued, "And now for the last four new rules. These are the most different rules, and have only been established in light of the emergence of more organized crime throughout Terras."

This confused Greg. He hadn't anything about organized crime being discovered in Terras. He knew it was possible; it did happen in Kanto, Johto, and Hoenn, and now was happening in Shinou, but not here in Terras. Suddenly Piggie whispered in Greg's ear, "Team Sin."

"What?"

"Team Sin; its a high profile gang that some people think was like Team Rocket, only this time it has expanded further. Some people think that the Governor of Terras might be the leader." This knowledge surprised Greg, but what Warren said next completely pushed it from Greg's train of thought.

"Because of the rise in crime, the PokéMon Association has declared that all new trainers must be put in groups of three, called squads, until they reach the age of eighteen."

Some people booed at this, while others cried out against it. Greg just stood dumbfounded. Suddenly, a girl raised her hand. It was Jennifer.

"Professor, what does this mean?" she asked.

Professor Warren frowned, "Allow me to explain. Each of you will be sorted into a group of three chosen by the professor's. We decided the groups based on skill, talent, and overall ability. So, for most groups, there will be one student who did extremely well, and two who didn't do as well. For other groups, it will be three people who got similar grades. It depends on your personalities and how you act, really."

The explanation didn't seem to calm people any more. Greg felt worried. What if I'm put with someone who I don't like? Then he realized something. Or worse... With Zach?

"We will call out the squads after I finish with the rules; the next rules state the following: each group will have an experienced trainer paired with them for an extended time of two months. After that two months, or after whatever time the trainer sees as proficient enough, the squad will be free to go on its own. The next rule says that in order for any one trainer to compete in the PokéMon League challenge, all members of their squad must have also earned all eight standard Terras Gym Badges."

There were further cries and yelling. This would become a riot if someone did not do something. And when someone did, no one expected the person to be Professor Honey.

"Stop this! You are all being ridiculous! This is for your own benefit, all of you. Now listen and accept the fact that even if you don't like it, it's something you don't have a say in!" she shouted. Everyone seemed stunned into silence, including a surprised looking Professor Warren. Suddenly blushing at her outburst, Professor Honey stepped back saying, "Continue, Warren..."

"Yes... Thank you, Shannon. Anyway," Warren continued, "There is one last rule to tell you about. It appears that until you have six Gym badges, no one will be allowed to go to Vulcan Mountain or Mist Island."

There were sighs and shouts of protest once more. How could the PokéMon Association ban entry to the best training spots in Terras? This sucks, big time, Greg thought. Nothing could make this worse.

“Now, all of you be silent. We aren’t done here. It’s time for you to be quiet and ready to join your squad, and please. This isn’t the end of the world, if anything you’ll appreciate the company,” Professor Maple said. Dr. Vine handed the professor a long list.

“As I call you name,” he explained, “you will move to the right of me. After your squad has been put together, you will go over to Professor Warren to receive your squad number and name. You will then be asked to remain on the premises, although you are free to talk to each other.”

Maple coughed to clear his throat before beginning. “Mariah Lee, Eugene McDonald, and Kassidy O’Malley.”

“Good luck, mate,” Piggie said as he got his stuff and walked away. Greg managed a quick ‘good luck’ but was honestly worried. He had wanted to get away from everyone at this school, but now he was being forced to travel with them for the next six years. Greg then realized that Jennifer’s friends were the one’s called up, Kassy and Mariah.

Maybe I’ll be put with someone I know, Greg said to himself, thinking about what Professor Warren had said about how the squads were selected. He would either be put with people of equal skill, Takahi maybe, or with two students who hadn’t done as well. Greg had a feeling it would probably be the latter; it didn’t make sense to have the best with the best. That, and Greg was pretty sure that all the professor’s probably knew that Greg and Zach weren’t exactly friendly with each other.

A bit more confident in how this could turn out, Greg decided not to worry about it. He would prove himself no matter who he was put with, that much he had promised.

Waiting over a period of what felt like about an hour, Greg finally heard his name called. “Gregory Breal, Jennifer Sullivan…” Professor Maple called, but then paused and confided with Dr. Vine about something before continuing, “and Zachary Takahi.”

Damn, Greg thought disappointedly. All heads turned, excluding Professor Warren, to the field where only a dozen people remained. Greg and Zach looked at each other for a moment and then at Jennifer, who returned the gaze.

The three slowly walked up to Professor Warren, who had a slight grin. “Very good team. Takahi, Breal, Sullivan… I hope that you’ll be going all the way.” No one said anything, not even Jennifer. Sighing, Warren gave each of them a small card.

“Insert these into your PokéDex and Gear so you can upload your ID and license. You are now officially part of Squad 1184, Bravo Squad. Good luck kids,” Warren said, shaking hands with each of them. Greg felt kind of numb. What the hell?


Greg just walked behind Jennifer and Zach as they moved to a more isolated corner of the field. When they stopped all three of them just stood and stared at each other. Jennifer was the first to speak up. “Look, we all know each other, right?”

The two boys nodded, slowly, then turned to look at each other. Greg made the first move, sticking out his hand.

“Look, we’re going to have to work together now, so, how about it?” Greg waited, but Zach kept his arms crossed along his chest and turned around, facing his back to Greg and Jennifer.

“The both of you just stay out of my way and we’ll be fine,” he said threateningly. Greg glared.

“Fine,” Greg muttered, turning his back to Zach, “be that way.”

---

Jennifer sighed. This was going to be impossible. “Can’t you two stop fighting for just a minute? What is your problem with each other?”

Zach didn’t answer, but looked over at Jennifer for a moment. Greg kept his eyes fixed away. Damned testosterone, Jenn thought with a scowl.

“That’s it!” she said exasperated, “Why do you hate each other? Answer me Greg!”

Greg looked over at her with sudden surprise, but it quickly disappeared. “Sorry, but I don’t need to explain myself to you, Jennifer,” he said, looking away.

Angry, Jennifer stomped a foot on the ground. “You know what, Greg? I think I’m starting to see why no one talks to you except that kid with the Mohawk! It’s because you refuse to let anyone in! That’s why you’re always alone,” she said. She could tell that she had hit a nerve somewhere in there.

Greg unfolded his arms and glared at her. “You don’t know what it means to be alone,” he said, picking up his bag and walking away.

Taken aback, Jennifer watched in surprise. “Where are you going?” she asked, hands on her hips. “To talk to that kid with the Mohawk, you know, the one who I’m always alone with?”

Shaking his head, Zach seemed to be chuckling. “He’s such an idiot,” he murmured to Jennifer, then he went to go sit under a tree by himself. Jennifer, tired of all this, decided to go and talk to Kassy and Mariah. Maybe they can help, she thought hopefully.

If they couldn’t, it would end up being a very long six years.

---

Zach hadn’t expected to be in the same group as Breal, but he would manage as long as both he and Sullivan stayed out of his way. Hopefully, Zach thought, I won’t have to do much socializing with either of them.

To be completely honest with himself, Zach didn’t dislike either of them. They could even be useful in furthering himself, but Zach was worried. In the end they might become a problem, and Zach could afford no snags in his plans. At some point, he may have to deal with any problems, but for now, Zach would see where this led.

He just hoped it would keep on a course he could easily follow.

---

Greg and Piggie had walked away from Jennifer, Kassy, and Mariah before talking. “So, what do you think, mate? Will you be able to work with these guys?”

Greg shrugged and said, “I think so… I mean, I guess once we get to know each other… It’s just-“

“Takahi, I know,” Piggie said with a scowl. Greg found it odd to see Piggie act so seriously. Usually he was fairly playful about these things.

“What about you?” Greg asked. Piggie raised his arm, part stretching, part shrugging.

“They seem like they’re nice,” he said, “but I’m afraid they’ll change my do in the middle of the night.”

Greg laughed. It would be… interesting to see Piggie without a Mohawk. But with Kassy and Mariah as his squad mates, Greg could almost imagine that happening. He looked back at the girls, but then he felt Piggie grabbing his head.

“Hold still, mate, I’m fixing your hair… You don’t want everyone to think you’re battling for your Make A Wish,” Piggie said. He lifted up a mirror he had and showed Greg the difference. Greg’s sideburns and bangs hung out of his ski cap now, and he had to admit, it did look better.

“Thanks Piggie,” Greg said, clapping hands with his old roommate. “Let’s try to meet up at some time during our journey.”

“Definitely,” Piggie said, “our squads can stick together for a little while after we leave. By then we can exchange phone numbers.”

Greg nodded, but turned away from his friend. Jennifer was with Mariah and Kassy, while Zach was fiddling with his stuff as he rested under a tree. “I have a feeling that these next six years are going to be very long,” Greg muttered.

---

Jennifer talked with Kassy and Mariah quietly, mostly because Greg and Eugene kept looking over.

“I’m not sure if I can do this, Jenn,” Kassy admitted, “he wants us to call him Piggie!”

“Calm down, it will be fine,” Mariah told her, “But you on the other hand, Jenn, you have your hands full there… Both Greg and Zach? I feel sorry for you.”

Jennifer shook her head, “They won’t even talk to each other, and its so confusing.”

Kassy then asked, “Why do they hate each other?”

“I don’t know exactly why, but they’re both being idiots about it,” Jenn told them. Greg had tried to make peace, but that had failed.

“I guess the only thing you can do is wait for them to stop fighting on their own,” Mariah said to her. Jennifer nodded, but still didn’t like that kind of an answer.

Ever since that first night that the three of them had talked, Greg and Zach had been at war with each other. Maybe Zach didn’t care at all about what happened to people, or maybe it was because Zach invaded Greg’s personal life, but then again, Jennifer had done that too.

She had read every article detailing how as a kid, Greg had gone with his mother into a more dangerous part of Pyre Island. She died there, and Greg came back covered in blood. Later his father turned Greg into the police, stating “it was his fault.”

Jennifer didn’t truly believe that, but not to long afterwards, Greg was living with his grandparents on his mother’s side, when his father drove off the road. Mr. Breal was currently unable to speak or move at all, having his letters read to him by a nurse. Greg was never allowed to actually see him.

It was sad, but in many ways, Jennifer felt that Greg was being ridiculous. But he did have a point, she thought, remembering what he had said about her not knowing what it meant to be alone. Then again, I wouldn’t have sat back and watched as my mother was killed either, Jennifer thought with an uncharacteristic rage. She didn’t know why she found herself siding with Zach now, but all Jenn knew was that she was mad as Gregory Breal and that it would probably not pass for a very long time.

---

After about five minutes, everyone was asked to go back to his or her squad. Greg and Jennifer walked back slowly. Greg then decided to say something.

“Look, Jenn-“

“No Greg, you look! Our squad isn’t going to get anywhere if we all keep fighting, so I suggest you get over yourself and apologize to Zach!” Jennifer said, stabbing a finger at him.

Bewildered, Greg looked at her as if she had the head of a Pikachu. “What do you mean I should apologize? Why are you siding with him?”

“Because I looked up the newspaper articles Zach was talking about, and he was right. You are a loser, Greg. You are.”

Lost and mad, Greg didn’t say anything except, “I see.” He then continued over to the tree and leaned against it on the side farthest from Zach and Jennifer.

“What did you say to him?” Zach asked her as he stood up.

“Nothing,” Jennifer snapped. She was angry, obviously, but Greg didn’t understand why. What had he done this time? What did she mean by all of that? Greg decided that it didn’t matter; this only helped reinforce why he should do his best. I’ll prove them all wrong, and then we’ll see just who the losers here are.

Greg now listened to the final announcement from Professor Maple: “Alright squads, you will each be called forward to select your PokéMon in a short while. I suggest you each just wait until then and think of what you want for your future team.”

Turning to look over at Jennifer and Zach, Greg could see that she was still fuming and that he just didn’t care. He guessed that it would be like that for a while. But I’ll show them both, Greg promised, I will give them the best damn show ever and I will be a PokéMon Master!

---

Zach Takahi took a moment to absorb everything he now knew about his squad. First and foremost, besides him, Greg was the most powerful fighter and best strategist. He was also, however, overly sensitive and an emotional weakling. He disliked Zach and was currently under assault by Jennifer.

Jennifer was being very unlike herself. She was mad at Greg now, and aside from that, not nearly as good a battler as Zach or Greg. She was usually very contained, but now Zach couldn’t be so sure.

Between the three of them, was Zach, an angry girl, and a loser out to prove himself. Hopefully this could even itself out, or even better, Zach could have a chance to go out on his own. All Zach knew was that this could be the most interesting and tiresome six years of his life.

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Next time: Chapter 9, Choose Your Starter!

SPIKE06
27th June 2006, 1:28 AM
i like this story. I cant believe i just blew it off like it was nothing. complete 180 but seein as how this is still in the early part of the story things are pretty standard and i look forward to seein his starter along with the plot and all that. not a review just an observation. i see great possiblities with this equally great story so keep feedin us the good stuff
i'm tryin not to spam but findin it hard

[Super_Fjord]
27th June 2006, 1:34 AM
i like this story. I cant believe i just blew it off like it was nothing. complete 180 but seein as how this is still in the early part of the story things are pretty standard and i look forward to seein his starter along with the plot and all that. not a review just an observation. i see great possiblities with this equally great story so keep feedin us the good stuff
i'm tryin not to spam but findin it hard

Thanks, SPIKE06. Hopefully things will really start moving after the characters get their starters. That's when I introduce their "guide", who I think is a very cool character...

SPIKE06
27th June 2006, 1:38 AM
very interesting looking forward to it. sadly the amount i'm reading on this site barely outweighs the amount i read my junior and senior year in school

[Super_Fjord]
27th June 2006, 2:53 AM
very interesting looking forward to it. sadly the amount i'm reading on this site barely outweighs the amount i read my junior and senior year in school

Don't feel bad about it, SPIKE06. Just blame the lack of good reading in books nowadays. :D And thanks for reading, once more.

Anyway, I'm working on getting some images up for characters and and map of Terras. Hopefully, I'll get a topic up in the Fan Art section... It'll probably be titled "Myth Art", just for a heads up. :p

Also, if anyone had any questions about the story and surrounding elements of Myth, don't be afraid to ask me via PM. And...uh... I'll try to update someting tomorrow, but the next chapter won't be up until Wednsday at the earliest... Sorry...

Yeah, anyway, keep an eye out for "Myth Art." I'll put a link up for it in the first post when its made. Until then...Um... Have fun rereading everything I guess.

shadowlight
27th June 2006, 3:00 AM
It was a good chapter
I like how you set the teams
I can't wait for the next chapter

SPIKE06
27th June 2006, 3:39 AM
this goes to show i've read way to many fics cuz who'da thought that the opposites would be put together on the squad.but enough about that i think i can already see how this will turn out for the most part but now i sound arrogant and boring so in closing keep up the good work, yes school has nothing but boring books and look forward to more

[Super_Fjord]
27th June 2006, 4:18 AM
It was a good chapter
I like how you set the teams
I can't wait for the next chapter

Thanks. Sorry to say that Wednsday will be the earliest time for the next chapter.


this goes to show i've read way to many fics cuz who'da thought that the opposites would be put together on the squad.but enough about that i think i can already see how this will turn out for the most part but now i sound arrogant and boring so in closing keep up the good work, yes school has nothing but boring books and look forward to more

I think you will see that there are a few less obvious details that will come along in this story. It does have a plot; I swear. ;)

Myth Artwork is up!

[Super_Fjord]
28th June 2006, 9:25 PM
Alright, seeing as it’s about time I did this, I will. Here we go...
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Chapter 9: Choose Your Starter!
Chapter Rating: G
Cursing: No
Gore/Violence: No
Stuff: No


Watching as each squad was called up in number order, Greg hoped that he could choose soon. He had no idea what he wanted, but Greg had a feeling that he would learn once he got up there. Besides, he thought, I'm probably not the only one choosing just now.

Greg almost wanted to go ask Jennifer what she wanted to get, but decided against it. She was obviously mad at him for more than just not getting along with Zach, and it might be in his bet interests just to avoid his squad for a little while.

As soon as Greg heard Piggie's squad called up, he looked over to watch. After about five or six minutes, Piggie came out holding a PokéBall and grinning happily. Greg decided that this would take a while and sat down. It's going to be a very interesting day, he thought as he closed his eyes and waited.

---

Zach wasn't sure what he would choose as his starter, but he had a general idea of what kind of starter he wanted. Takahi had even decided that he would try to specialize in a single type of PokéMon, excluding his starter. Zach wanted his starter to be unique from his other PokéMon; it would help strategically to catch his opponents off guard with a sudden variation of type-usage.

This being so, Zach also wanted to wait and see what his teammates would select. Although Zach had his own goals, he had to keep in mind that now he had a team to look after. He would want to choose a PokéMon that would be useful for the team.

Or, just in case, more powerful against the two starters they chose. Just in case they did in fact get in his way.

---

Jennifer was still thinking about what she had said to Greg. It had been mean-spirited, but true, she thought. Gregory Breal was a loser, one who had let the ones he cared about most get killed or harmed, and now she was on his team. She just hoped she was able to leave this team in six years walking, with both legs.

She hadn’t given much thought to what her starter would be, but Jenn was confident that she would get something she would like. The way Jennifer saw it, either she would choose the PokéMon, or it would choose her. Both creatures on both sides had feelings and thoughts, and to allow those two sides to merge…

Awakening from her rather romantic vision of finding her first PokéMon partner, Jennifer was surprised to see Greg tapping on her shoulder.

“Wake up,” he said, “They just called our squad!”

Jennifer had to admit she was surprised by his cheerfulness. He had looked so hurt earlier, but now… Maybe the need to have a friend, even one that wasn’t human, was enough to make any person happy to learn that they would get one.

Playing with the idea, Jennifer felt shameful about what she had done, but she would apologize later. For now, she had to go choose her starting PokéMon!

---

Professor Warren watched from inside the academy as the newly formed Bravo Squad went to the PokéMon selection area. He smiled slightly, and then frowned. Warren had to admit that he was worried by how the squad was interacting. They were obviously very tense with each other, and didn’t seem to be coming close to finding peace any time soon.

A man in the back of the room suddenly spoke up. “I’m glad you were able to find the time to meet with me, Warren,” he said, stepping out of the shadows.

The professor sighed, rubbing his temples with one of his large hands, and then sat in his chair. He didn’t bother to put the map back down to its proper place; he enjoyed the view. At least, he enjoyed the view outside. The one in his office was much less appealing.

The man in front of Warren had his hair slicked back and a mustache comparable to a Walrein. He was a tall man, though not as tall as Warren, but he had an air of power that the professor easily placed. The man was not sitting in the chair Warren had offered, but was instead looking about the room.

“So this is what you have been doing since you left The Agency, Lieutenant? Teaching?” The man laughed, or at least Warren thought he did. It was rasp and hollow laugh, and could be mistaken for a cough at times.

“Yes,” Warren answered the man, “They call me Professor Warren now.”

Rasping again, the man sat, one leg lifted above his knee. Warren could see something outlined from under his black coat. A gun, Warren noted calmly. Why come armed?

“Why do you disgrace me, Mitchell? We’ve known each other too long,” Warren said angrily, referring to the man’s gun. Mitchell laughed.

“They don’t call me ‘Mitchell’ any more, Professor Warren,” he explained, “Most people call me by my title now, Governor Eriksson.”

Warren had known Mitchell Eriksson for many years now. Previously the Chief of Police in Terras, Eriksson had resigned from that office for bigger and better things. As governor of Terras, Eriksson could control everything, and was not afraid of doing so. Do to his newly passed amendment, he was essentially governor until all of Terras stopped electing him. A smart, although odd, move.

The press often accused Eriksson of being a socialist who would try to take over the world, but Warren knew better. Even though Mitchell did want complete control and order, he was too selfish to be a dictator. He liked to use democracy to his advantage, and it worked more times than not.

“Why did you come here?” Warren asked him. Mitchell smiled, or rather, sneered.

“I heard from a certain former operative that you had uncovered what I was looking for, as well as a few candidates for assistants,” Eriksson said, not missing a beat. He was clever, but could not hide the truth.

“I will not allow you to turn this academy into a recruiting station, Governor Eriksson,” Warren growled menacingly. Unfortunately, Warren’s aggression was nothing to Mitchell; many people feared Warren. He was a legendary fighter. Many more people feared Mitchell, however, and Mitchell himself feared no man.

“That was not what I was suggesting,” Eriksson told Warren, “I was merely stating what I was told. But please, Warren, for old times sake, just show me the ones you spoke of.”

Warren was caught. He couldn’t refuse the wish; he had no legitimate reason to, and it was the governor of Terras. Sighing, Warren stood and motioned for Eriksson to follow. “Come. I will show you, but not because of our pasts together. Those are day I would much rather forget,” Warren said.

He could feel Mitchell sneer as if he had been touched by ice, which would have been shattered by the hollow laugh that followed. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”

---

Greg was the first into the tent that was designated the “selection room.” Inside were hundreds of PokéBalls, each containing a PokéMon just waiting to be chosen and raised by someone such as himself.

Professor Maple was the one standing at ready. “Hello there, Gregory, Jennifer, Zachary. Come, come in and sit. We will show you what to do in time; allow me to go grab something very quickly.”

Rushing out the back of the tent, Professor Maple disappeared with the flap of the tent falling back into place. The squad all sat down in three chairs near where Maple had walked out. While waiting, Greg decided to ask the question that he had been wondering about.

“What are you guys going to choose?” he asked.

Jennifer shrugged and mumbled something about letting the PokéMon choose her. She seemed to be thinking again, so Greg left her alone.

“Zach?”

The white-haired boy remained silent, ignoring Greg. Greg sighed and leaned back in his chair. It seemed pointless. There was no way that any of squad mates would ever get along. Suddenly, Professor Maple rushed back in.

“Alright, very good,” he said cheerfully, laying nine PokéBall’s on the table. Each ball was slightly different. Three had symbols of leaves etched onto them, while the other six had illustrations of fire and water etched onto them. Weird, Greg thought.

“Very well, let’s begin, shall we?” Professor Maple asked them cheerfully. Greg nodded, but Jennifer and Zach did nothing. Looking at Greg and shrugging, Maple tapped each PokéBall with his measuring stick.

“Each of these contain a starting PokéMon; they include Bulbasaur, Chikorita, Treeko, Charmander, Cyndaquil, Torchic, Squirtle, Totodile, and Mudkip. All you have to do is ask to see one and I will let it out of the PokéBall,” Maple explained. “Seeing as you are one of the last squads, take your time,” he added, sitting in his own chair.

Jennifer was the first to speak up. “Can I see the Squirtle?” she asked uncertainly. Greg almost thought that she sounded like she was in a trance. She must be thinking hard, Greg thought.

Professor Maple smiled and nodded, tapping one of the balls with his measuring stick twice. Suddenly, it sprang out, releasing a bright light. Once that disappeared, a brown-orange shell could be seen on the table. A small growl came from inside.

“Squirtle?” Jennifer asked, slightly concerned. Hearing her voice, a blue ball-like head popped out of the shell. It was a very cute PokéMon. After seeing that it was safe, the Squirtle let itself out of its protective shell. It had a teardrop shaped tail and short stubby arms and legs, all the same shade of sky blue.

Jenn appeared very happy now, smiling. “Hey little guy,” she said in a cooing voice. The Squirtle, acting a little bit braver than before, moved towards her and began to smell her outstretched out. After doing that, the Squirtle cried excitedly.

“Squirtle, squirt!” it growled with a throaty voice. Greg was used to the way PokéMon often communicated, using their own names to convey information. From what Greg could understand, the Squirtle had said something along the lines of “hello” or “nice to meet you.” Jennifer giggled.

“Fantastic,” Professor Maple exclaimed, “So, I assume you will be taking Squirtle?”

Jennifer nodded shyly, but laughed when Squirtle leaped into her arms. Even Zach seemed to smile, but stopped when Greg looked over at him. Eyebrow raised with surprise, Greg turned back to watch Jennifer, who sat down with the Squirtle on her lap.

“Very good. Now, it will be one of you two who goes next,” Professor Maple said, pointing at the two boys with his stick. Greg shrugged.

“I’ll go,” he said, standing up. Decision time, Greg thought nervously. He was about to tell the professor what his choice was when suddenly two people walked in. One was Professor Warren, but other man he didn’t recognize. Professor Maple’s expression showed that he was very surprised.

“Governor Eriksson!”

---

Zach turned his head to the side to see just what the professor and Greg were looking at. Professor Warren and the other man, who Maple had identified as the Governor, had walked in. Jennifer had stood up suddenly, holding Squirtle closely. The Small Turtle PokéMon looked at the Governor with intrigue.

Standing, Zach turned completely around and folded his arms. The man, Eriksson, sneered as he looked at him. “This is the boy you were telling me about, professor? Zachary Takahi?”

Warren nodded. His sunglasses were gone, but Zach could not tell anything by looking at the mans eyes. He’s concerned, Zach realized, but why?

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Takahi. I am Governor Eriksson,” the man said with an outstretched hand. Zach looked at the governor’s face but did not return the favor of a handshake. Eriksson didn’t seem to mind.

“Very well,” he muttered. “Now, you must be Gregory Breal!” Greg looked at Zach cautiously before accepting the handshake. Zach could feel that Greg didn’t like this guy either.

“I have heard great things of both you,” Eriksson explained, “I really do hope that after you become older that you might consider working in the police force. Talented trainers are getting rarer and rarer these days.”

Greg nodded slowly but said nothing. Zach refused to acknowledge that this man was in charge. He had no intent of letting this fool into his head.

“Well, it was nice to meet you. Thank you,” Eriksson said to the professors, and then he walked away. Warren smiled at Zach and then at Greg while shaking his head.

“Go ahead and continue. Sorry about that, Regis,” Warren said, walking out.

Professor Maple, slightly stunned, turned back to Greg. “Go ahead, my good boy. Continue your selection. Hopefully we will not have any more… disturbances.”

Zach walked to the entrance and peered out. The governor and the professor were talking near the front gate to the academy. Eriksson, noticing Zach, waved. Zach closed the flap of the tent. Let’s just hope that we don’t have to see him again, Zach thought to himself while staring at Greg. Greg seemed to return the thought, but turned to the table instead of saying anything.

Talking could come later, Zach thought. For now, they should just get ready to leave.

---

Greg, pushing the last encounter out of his mind, placed his attention instead on one of the PokéBalls. It was in the very center of the others and had a picture of fire etched onto it. “Can I see that one?” Greg asked Maple, pointing to it.

Nodding, Professor Maple tapped the ball twice and a bright light dazzled Greg once more. From inside came a small, rodent-like PokéMon. With its sea-green fur and tan underside, the most distinctive parts of Cyndaquil were its long snout and the red spots on its back.

The little Fire-type PokéMon squealed nervously at the sight of Greg, plopping onto the table. Greg laughed and helped it stand again. Cautiously sniffing at Greg’s hand and, because Greg was leaning forward, at his hair, Cyndaquil seemed to discover that he was perfectly safe.

It squealed again, saying, “Cynda-Cyndaquil!”

Greg smiled, and Professor Maple laughed. “It seems to like you Gregory! Will you be taking Cyndaquil?”

Greg nodded and gently picked up Cyndaquil, which, to Greg’s surprised, crawled up Greg’s arm and roosted on his shoulder. Laughing, Greg sat back down next to Jennifer, who was giggling.

As he sat, Squirtle looked up at Cyndaquil and Cyndaquil looked down at Squirtle. They exchanged a few words.

“Squirtle! Hello!”

“Cyndaquil cynda? I am Cyndaquil, what are you?”

“Squirtle squirt squirtle! I am Squirtle, nice to meet you.”

Greg laughed lightly and lifted Cyndaquil from his shoulder and instead put him on the ground. Jennifer put Squirtle next to him and the two began to converse.

Zach, sighing stood again, arms still crossed. “I guess that leaves me,” he said. Professor Maple grinned and said, “I guess it does, Mr. Takahi. Now, which one would you like to see?”

---

Jennifer wanted to watch Zach select his starter, but her attention was drawn to Squirtle and Cyndaquil. The two PokéMon now seemed to be playing a little game and Jenn found it very amusing. Giggling, she caught Greg’s notice.

He too smiled when he saw Squirtle and Cyndaquil. The two of them were chasing each other around the chairs. It was ironic, Jennifer thought, if not sad, that these playful sweet almost childlike PokéMon would eventually evolve into fighting machines. Well, she thought with reassurance, that won’t happen for a while.

Then Zach lifted up a PokéBall.

---

“This one,” Zach said, “I’ll take a look at what this one is.”

Professor Maple seemed to be startled; no one else had taken the ball and opened it him or herself. Surprises happen, Zach thought as he opened the ball.

Following the repetitive flash of light, the PokéMon stood where it was. It was taller than Squirtle and Cyndaquil, and was an exotic green color with an out of place pink belly. The Treeko stared up at Zach as Zach stared down upon it.

Zach almost though he heard Greg laughing, and turned to see that it was Jennifer instead. She was in a fit of giggles. “What’s so funny?” Zach asked.

She shook her head, but didn’t manage to say anything. Greg smiled, however, seeming to catch on. “It’s perfect for you Zach,” he said smiling. Jenn nodded her head and took a deep breath.

“That’s what I thought was so funny,” she explained, “its like a little version of you!” Perplexed, Zach looked back at where the Treeko had been but found that it was gone.

“Where did it-“ then Zach felt it. He looked up and surely enough, the Treeko had on his head. Now Jennifer and Greg were really laughing. Scowling, Zach looked the Treeko in the eye. Finally, Treeko said something.

“Tree treeko tree. I like you.”

Zach cracked a rare smile. Professor Maple, who was laughing, managed to ask Zach, “You will take Treeko, then?” Zach nodded and felt Treeko move from his head to his shoulder.

“Treeko tree tree? Where are we going?”

“I’m not sure yet, but wherever it is,” Zach told him, “its sure to be somewhere nearby.”

Greg and Jennifer grabbed their new PokéMon, said a quick good-bye and thank you to Professor Maple, and followed Zach out of the tent.

“So what happens now?” Jennifer asked, holding Squirtle in her arms. It looked up at her and then at Zach. Greg stepped in, Cyndaquil resting on his head, and shrugged.

“I think we’re supposed to meet with an experienced trainer, but no one said where we are supposed to go,” Greg told her. Zach looked over at the front gates. Professor Warren stood alone now. Eriksson had left.

Zach motioned for the squad to follow him, “We’ll ask the professor. He’ll know what we’re supposed to do.”

---

From atop Greg’s head, Cyndaquil looked out at the world. It had been a long time since he had been out in the open, and the new sights and scents excited him. And now I have a trainer! he thought with delight.

Greg seemed like a very nice boy, very gentle and kind. He would be a good trainer, Cyndaquil thought. Then one day I can become big and strong, Cyndaquil thought dreamily, stronger than anyone else!

Cyndaquil looked back down at Greg who looked up and smiled. “I think we’re going to be a great team, Cyndaquil,” his master said with a smile.

“I agree, Greg,” Cyndaquil said.

“Together, no one will be able to beat us!” Greg said with a laugh.

Cyndaquil squealed with delight. Today, his new life began.

---

Next time: Chapter 10; Meet The Master, Enter The Maverick!

The True Champion
28th June 2006, 10:07 PM
Nice chapter its good to see squad starting to interact more. As for the starters i like them and i am glad that your giving them their own personalities (or atleast from what i can tell). I think treeko is perfect for Zach and it is like a mini-zach. Cyndaquil seems fun loving and hopfully will help Greg get out of his shell. As for squirtle he seems to be shy but willing to be out going when he gets to know you. Looks like a great team. THe governor i don't like at all, something about him makes me want to hurt him(if i could). I have one question and its can you give me hint why there is an umbreon and espon on your banner? Thanks in advance and i'm looking forward to the next chapter.

SPIKE06
28th June 2006, 10:25 PM
i bet u just hate it when i come on but anywayz i like the interactions between the starters and trainers and for some reason i knew Greg would get cyndaquil nice overall smart choice to balance them out in that way now i wish to know 2 things
1 can u tell me what their complete team is going to be
2 can u start up a pm list

[Super_Fjord]
28th June 2006, 10:43 PM
Nice chapter its good to see squad starting to interact more. As for the starters i like them and i am glad that your giving them their own personalities (or atleast from what i can tell). I think treeko is perfect for Zach and it is like a mini-zach. Cyndaquil seems fun loving and hopfully will help Greg get out of his shell. As for squirtle he seems to be shy but willing to be out going when he gets to know you. Looks like a great team. THe governor i don't like at all, something about him makes me want to hurt him(if i could). I have one question and its can you give me hint why there is an umbreon and espon on your banner? Thanks in advance and i'm looking forward to the next chapter.

Well, you got the personalities down pretty well. Good job. Its probably good that you don't like the governor, because Warren, Zach, and Greg don't like him either. :p

And yes, I can hint to you why I have Umbreon and Espeon on the banner: First and foremost, you will see them later in the actual story. Second, they are the best example of brotherhood in the PokéMon world, I think. Third, and finally, it is the unity is Light and Dark. Very shway.


i bet u just hate it when i come on but anywayz i like the interactions between the starters and trainers and for some reason i knew Greg would get cyndaquil nice overall smart choice to balance them out in that way now i wish to know 2 things
1 can u tell me what their complete team is going to be
2 can u start up a pm list

I don't hate it when you come; you're one of my most active reviewers, and for that I am thankful.

To answer your questions:
1. Yes, I can. I'll send you a PM.
2. I can do this also.

SPIKE06
28th June 2006, 11:07 PM
first off i like ur banner not to giggly and bubbly second lookin forward to the pms thirdly will u be makin up pkm? will there be any legendary appearences lastly watch those subtle <i wonder if i spelled that right> mistakes.

shadowlight
29th June 2006, 4:58 AM
This was a good chapter
I liked when they met their starters
I can't wait for the next episode

[Super_Fjord]
29th June 2006, 2:05 PM
first off i like ur banner not to giggly and bubbly second lookin forward to the pms thirdly will u be makin up pkm? will there be any legendary appearences lastly watch those subtle <i wonder if i spelled that right> mistakes.

I will eventually reveal PokéMon that I have created, and there will be some legendary appearances at some points in the story. And thank you for the tip.


This was a good chapter
I liked when they met their starters
I can't wait for the next episode

Thank you. Unfortunately, I need some time to rest...no new chapter today Sorry.

Demy
29th June 2006, 2:51 PM
I like the way the story flows with each other very well done, 4/5 next time chpater 10

Demy

[Super_Fjord]
29th June 2006, 6:57 PM
I like the way the story flows with each other very well done, 4/5 next time chpater 10

Demy

Thanks Demy. I'll try to write something today, but I'm just really tired...

-snore-

[Super_Fjord]
5th July 2006, 3:27 AM
Sorry about the horribly long wait... I've been planning out ideas for the story, sorting out how the future teams will work out, and have been busy outside of that too... Here's the next chapter. (FINALLY!)

Also, for everyone who received the “final” teams via PM from me…you can now ignore its validness. It will probably change soon… (Diamond and Pearl reveals, etc.)

Oh. And happy 4th of July everybody. (Unless you're British...then its Good Riddance Day, I suppose. :p)
----

Chapter 10: Meet The Master, Enter The Maverick!
Chapter Rating: PG
Cursing: Yes
Gore/Violence: Yes
Stuff: Crazy old guy and first capture!


Jennifer had fallen behind Greg and Zach so she could put her Squirtle away, which Greg only noticed because Cyndaquil had told him so.

“That girl and Squirtle fell behind, Greg,” he said worriedly.

Greg laughed, and told the echidna PokéMon that everything was fine. She was only putting Squirtle away. Cyndaquil sighed and laid his head on Greg’s head. He had changed position since they had left the tent; he was now practically sitting on Greg’s head.

Greg looked over at Zach and Treeko. The wood gecko was sitting coolly on Zach’s shoulder, eyes narrowed ahead. They really are perfect together, Greg thought with a smile. He started to say something to Zach, when suddenly Cyndaquil sneezed. This surprised Zach and Treeko, as well as Greg. They were surprised because Cyndaquil’s back suddenly burst into flame.

“Owe!” Greg exclaimed, jumping in reaction to the burst of heat. Cyndaquil cried out as it was flung. Zach was the only one to react.

“Catch him, Treeko!” Zach ordered. Moving with stunning agility, Treeko seemed to disappear from where it stood on the ground only to reappear holding Cyndaquil in its small arms.

“Thank you, Treeko,” Greg said as he took Cyndaquil back, slightly embarrassed. Everyone sitting in the field had watched and some were laughing. Piggie included.

“Way to go Greg!” Piggie shouted. Greg smiled and shook his head, lifting Cyndaquil back to its seat on Greg’s shoulder. Zach helped Greg up.

“Very smooth, Breal,” Zach said. Treeko was sitting on his shoulder again, looking at where Professor Warren still stood. Greg merely glared at Zach as he stood.

Suddenly, Jennifer came running up. “Are you both okay? I saw the flames and-“

“We’re fine,” Zach said, stopping her. “Just some hay fever.”

Jennifer looked over at Greg, a confused expression on her face. Greg shrugged, and Cyndaquil sniffed once. She smiled then, and shook her head. Squirtle, who was apparently sitting in her book bag, stuck its head out of the flap.

As the three walked together now, Squirtle, Cyndaquil, and Treeko began to converse with each other.

“Where do you think we’re going?” Squirtle asked.

“Somewhere fun I hope!” Cyndaquil answered excitedly, now sitting with on top of Greg’s own backpack.

“We’re going to go to many places, Squirtle,” Treeko said suddenly. The two other PokéMon looked over at him.

“Like where, exactly?” Squirtle asked, wanting a more specific answer. Treeko merely shrugged and said, “Wherever our trainers want to go, we will follow. That is our role as PokéMon trained by humans; we protect them and they help make us stronger.”

Greg was startled by the cynical answer Treeko had given. Whoa, he thought, bemused, Zach and Treeko are a perfect match.

Suddenly Cyndaquil spoke up, sounding a bit distressed. “But that’s not true! We are not tools and neither are they! We’re more than partners,[/i]” Cyndaquil said, “we’re friends!”

Treeko shrugged and said, “Believe what you want, but what I said is true. We are genetically designed to fight and evolve until we’re the strongest we can be. That’s the way it has been ever since the beginning of PokéMon-Human relationships and it will continue to be that way until we all disappear, just like the original PokéMon of this region!”

Greg suddenly couldn’t help but feel that Treeko was right. Through his cynic attitude, he had revealed some painful truths. Jennifer seemed to feel the same way and looked at Greg with sorrowful eyes. Greg just looked down at his feet.

I don’t care if what Treeko has said is true. I won’t let it happen. Cyndaquil is right. We’re more than tools for each other, more than a symbiotic relationship; we’re friends.

---

Having listened to the entire conversation, Jenn had been completely caught off guard.
Not only by the cynical attitude of Treeko but also by how Cyndaquil had fought that apathetic view.

She was concerned for Squirtle, though. Treeko and Cyndaquil seemed to be able to express their opinions fairly easily, but Squirtle hadn’t formed one yet. Jennifer hoped that Squirtle would not select a path that could harm her.

Now they were very near to Professor Warren. “Professor,” Greg called to him, “where do we go to meet our-“

“Your trainer guide? Well, they’ll all be here in a moment, but let me check to see who you got,” Warren said, pulling out a list. Greg and Zach stood closer to Warren than Jennifer, blocking her view of things. Looking around, she noticed something out of place in one of the trees. The leaves in a large area were the wrong color.

Treeko and Cyndaquil seemed to have noticed also, leaping down from Greg and Zach’s shoulders and walking towards the tree cautiously. Squirtle tried to free itself from Jenn’s book bag.

“What’s wrong, Squirtle?” she asked, slightly amused at Squirtle’s attempt.

“There’s someone in that tree, Jennifer! Let me go!” she pleaded, wanting to follow Cyndaquil and Treeko.

Unzipping the pack, Squirtle jumped down and galloped on all fours to catch up with Cyndaquil and Treeko. Watching the three PokéMon, Jennifer only heard bits and pieces of what Professor Warren was saying.

“Let’s see,” he mumbled. He continued to mumble to the two boys until he suddenly exclaimed, “Ah! Here we are! Yes, Bravo Squad will be guided by-“

“Woo-hoo! I got me some damn Pokes!”

Greg, Zach, and Warren all swung their heads in the direction of the shouting. Jennifer watched with surprise as an old man leaped down from the odd tree and grabbed Cyndaquil, Treeko, and Squirtle.

The three PokéMon squirmed but couldn’t get free. Zach and Greg moved in front of Jennifer and shouted, “Use Tackle!” “Use Pound!”

Registering as an order, both Cyndaquil and Treeko suddenly attacked the man, knocking him over and freeing them. When Cyndaquil and Treeko landed they got into a battle stance.

The old man with a short beard and mustache, wearing yellow shorts, a green t-shirt, a yellow hat, and no shoes, sat up on the ground, rubbing his chest painfully. “Well, I see that they have the spirit necessary, Warren!”

The professor chuckled quietly as he walked over to help the old man. “It’s good to see you again, Abraham,” he said. Abraham stood, stroking his short beard and walked over to Bravo Squad, going around them and examining them. Occasionally he would say something like, “Oh, yes, my-my…”

Once he came towards Jennifer, she nervously backed away. As he continued to examine her, she felt him come a little too close and slapped him.

“Get away you old pervert!” she yelped. Squirtle almost immediately jumped to her defense, but was caught in midair by Abraham who rubbed his shiny red cheek.

“They all seem in good health too!” Abraham laughed. He smiled at Jennifer and apologized. “I’m sorry I worried you, but it’s only my job.”

Greg stepped up now, “Its your job to examine school girls?”

Laughing, Abraham answered, “No! It’s my job to examine trainers!”

Greg, Zach, and Jennifer all stared at the amused little man with slightly disgusted faces. Abraham sighed and shoved Squirtle back into Jennifer’s arm, saying, “Oh please, grow up will you?”

Warren, chuckling still, stepped in. “I suggest you guys get used to Abraham quickly, especially since he will be your guide and instructor for the next two months.”

Jennifer nearly dropped Squirtle as she exclaimed, “No way!”

Greg and Zach joined in the argument too, saying, “But he’s an old man!” “I thought instructors were supposed to be experienced trainers, not old coots.”

The professor shook his head and said, “Well, while he might be an old coot, he’s also one of the best trainers to have ever competed in the history of Terras. Abraham is a ten-year competitor of the PokéMon League Challenge and a five time League Champion.”

---

Zach looked at the old man again. He doesn’t act like a five time League Champion, he thought quietly, he doesn’t even act like an adult.

As if sensing Zach’s spite, Abraham said directly to him, “Don’t worry, kid. I’m the best damn instructor here and I can tell you not to worry. You’ll learn everything you need to know from me.”

Zach didn’t gain any confidence from this. The old fart could be a problem, Zach thought. He could get in Zach’s way later. Treeko jumped onto Zach’s back and crawled back to its seat on his shoulder. Abraham smiled at this.

“I’m sorry kids, but I’ll have to ask you to return your PokéMon for now. You can’t have them out all the time,” he said.

One by one, they each returned their PokéMon starting with Jennifer. “Return, Squirtle,” she ordered softly, holding the PokéBall out. Greg did it next, silently. Zach let Treeko crawl down his arm before returning him.

Now that the trainers had returned their PokéMon, Abraham said something to Warren before turning back to them.

“Alright kids,” he said, “It’s time to head out!”

The three looked at each other before Greg finally said, “So soon? You mean, we leave right now?”

Abraham smiled and said, “Sure. You have your stuff right? Then let’s go!” Leading the group off the school grounds, Zach watched as Jennifer waved quickly to her friends. Greg actually managed to get a quick fist bump from the kid with the Mohawk, and then they were off.

---

Warren watched the group move on. He smiled. Abraham would do the group some good, teaching them enough to get through on their own for a long time. Especially for Zach and Greg.

He watched a little longer and then left. Warren was needed elsewhere.

---

Greg walked next to Jennifer as they followed their newly appointed instructor. He found it hard to believe that an old coot like this could be a PokéMon Champion. It just didn’t seem reasonable.

Zach hung back behind the squad, looking at the passing scenery. Outside of the school grounds were some forested areas and a long road that led to Aquara City. Greg guessed that their training would start here.

Abraham confirmed as much when he said, “Alright, let’s begin.”

Veering from the path, he led the group to the side of the road into a small clearing in the forest. “Get out your PokéDex’s and Gears,” he ordered, sitting down on a tree stump. Greg and Jennifer sat too, getting their things out, while Zach pulled them out and leaned on a nearby tree.

“Now, in order for us to really begin, you must put your license chips into both the PokéDex and the PokéGear,” Abraham told the group.

Silently, the three obeyed. Greg first activated his PokéDex. Inserting his license, Greg watched as the screen loaded the information. He then selected the register option and it reported that he could remove his license. He now officially owned the ‘Dex.

He then turned to the PokéGear, sliding the license into the slot. It activated in a way similar to the PokéDex, except that it never returned the license.

“The PokéGear will hold your license to insure that it won’t be lost. Make sure to keep it wear you ca find it; I suggest wearing it around your neck,” Abraham told them noticing Greg’s surprise and instructing them in small ways.

After all of the new trainers had finished, Abraham sighed and leaned back on his stump. “Alright now, all of you tell me something about yourselves. Your name, place of birth, goals, you know the drill,” he said, putting his back against a tree.

“You start,” he said, pointing to Jennifer.

She blushed but said, “Well, my name is Jennifer Sullivan. I grew up in Aquara City, and as for my goal…” She looked around, first at Greg, then at Zach, “I’m not sure yet.”

Abraham shrugged, smiling, “That’s fine, Jennifer. You’ll find it soon enough. All right, now for one of you two,” he said, looking at Greg and Zach.

Greg went ahead. “I’m Greg Breal from Pyre Village and I want to be the best there is,” he said, smiling slightly. Abraham grinned, saying, “A common if not excellent goal, Greg. Very good, how about you?”

Zach sighed and looked over at Abraham. “My name is Zach Takahi, and I was born in the region of Johto. My goals are my own business,” he said venomously. Greg was surprised. He hadn’t known that Zach was from a different region.

But it could explain a lot, Greg thought.

Abraham seemed amused, but said nothing. Zach turned back to watching the trees. Shrugging, Abraham stood at last.

“Very well. I think we can move on now, but first…” Abraham began to dig first in his pockets, and then in a pouch. “Ah! Here we are,” he exclaimed, grabbing some things.

“Each of you get five of these,” Abraham told them, throwing a small pouch to each trainer. Greg caught his in his lap and opened it. “PokéBalls…”

“Correct, Mr. Breal, PokéBalls. Now that we have established that we are not blind or stupid, let’s move along. I hope to get at least one of you to capture something today,” Abraham commented, helping Greg and Jennifer to their feet and walking out into the forest. Greg and Jenn looked at each other for a moment before Zach pushed through, arms still folded, and followed Abraham. Shrugging, Greg followed Zach.

---

As the group made its way through the woods, Abraham began to talk. “You see kids, in order to build up your teams, you’ll have to catch PokéMon at some point. Might as well start now, I think.”

Greg merely grunted as he brushed up against some sharp, needle-like leaves. Jennifer was having a hard time getting past all the branches and fallen logs too, but Zach actually ended up getting ahead of Abraham.

“The way I see it kids,” Abraham continued, “you’ll have some new PokéMon captured in no time!” Not at all convinced, Greg looked back at Jennifer and made a mocking face of Abraham speaking. She giggled slightly as they pushed on.

Suddenly, they heard Zach cry out something.

“Go, Treeko!”

Abraham jumped up to where Zach was standing. Greg and Jennifer moved faster, hoping to catch up.

“What do you think he found?” Jennifer asked. Greg shrugged. He actually had no idea what lived here. While he thought about it, the sudden whipping of his PokéGear that hung brought him back around his neck. It had smacked him in the face.

Looking up, Greg saw that Zach and Treeko were in battle with a. It wasn’t a large PokéMon, but fierce looking all the same. With its jet-black body, fire-orange snout and belly, and skeletal protrusions, it was frightening.

It stood slightly taller than Treeko, even as it bent down and growled, giving a warning to the intruders. Greg had no idea that Houndour had lived near Aquara City, but he guessed that they were far enough away from the city and the beaches to find anything that lived in forested areas.

But shouldn’t it be with its pack? This confused Greg. Houndour rarely traveled alone, at least until they evolved, and they weren’t well known for becoming rogue hunters.

It attacked suddenly, not waiting for Treeko. It charged up a small orb of fire in its jaw and shot it towards Treeko.

“Jump Treeko! Use the trees!” Zach ordered, watching as Treeko zipped up into the branches above.

“Very good, Mr. Takahi!” Abraham called out, amused, “Now, this is your chance! Try to capture it after weakening it!”

Zach looked back at the old man and said, “Be silent. I know what to do.”

Taken aback, Abraham turned to Greg. Jennifer spoke up, saying, “Don’t take it personally Mr. Abraham, he’s always like this.”

“I see,” Abraham muttered, stroking his beard.

The Houndour stared up at the trees, waiting for Treeko to come down. Zach made his next order, “Pound, Treeko!”

Treeko appeared from above Houndour and slammed Houndour to the forest floor with its tail. Leaping away before Houndour could retaliate, he managed to dodge another Ember attack.

Houndour was only slightly damaged, but it could be enough to capture it. Apparently Zach did not agree. “Use Pound again, Treeko!”

Crying in a shrill voice, Treeko charged, once again slamming into Houndour with superior speed. Houndour barked in pain, and Zach held a PokéBall in his hand. Throwing it, Zach managed to hit Houndour on the head, activating the capture sequence of the empty ball.

Greg watched anxiously as the ball wavered back and forth, then it suddenly pinged. Zach had captured his first PokéMon.

---

“Good job, Zach,” Abraham complimented, patting Takahi on the shoulder. The boy merely glared. That attitude will get him into trouble one day, Abraham thought with disinterest.

Zach Takahi had done well today, capturing a fairly rare PokéMon on his first try, but Abraham wasn’t totally sure that Zach would be the best trainer of the group. He was the best battler, definitely, but he lacked something.

Feeling. He didn’t really seem to care much about his PokéMon. He could go far, but he would never do as well as someone who cared for his PokéMon, Abraham thought.

Pushing his opinion aside, Abraham started to lecture.

“Now,” he said, “That was a great example of capturing a PokéMon. Hopefully, you’ll each be able to get one capture before we leave this part of the island. We’ll keep walking for now until we reach a PokéMon Center, but tomorrow we’ll move out towards the next town. By the time we reach the first gym, you’ll probably all have at least two PokéMon on your belts.”

Encouraged by the smiles on Greg and Jenn’s faces, Abraham ordered the squad to move onward. They had to try to make it to the center before nightfall.

---

Several hours later, in the PokéMon center, Greg checked his watch. It was 6:00 and yet he felt beat. All Greg wanted to do was sleep, but he was waiting with the others as the PokéMon were all healed.

Jennifer was flipping through the TV channels in the room they had been given when a nurse walked in. She was a pretty older woman, with bright pink hair put into a bun on the back of her head. She smiled as she handed Abraham a tray saying, “Here you go, sir. They’re as good as new.”

Abraham said, “Heads up, guys!” He tossed to everyone his or her PokéBalls. Catching his, Greg decided to let Cyndaquil out. “Go, Cyndaquil!” he said quietly.

Jennifer and Zach did the same. Soon, the three starters were sitting with their trainers, staring at the new comer.

“Who is that, Greg?” Cyndaquil asked, nervous about the fierce looking Houndour.

It yelped in reply saying, “I am Houndour. I was ejected from my pack when you captured me, and now I will travel with my new leader.” Houndour was looking at Zach as it said this.

The group all went forward to welcome it except Treeko who was resting on Zach’s bed. Greg looked over at Treeko. He would eventually warm up, he hoped. Maybe even Zach would soften up over the next two months. He hoped so.

“Alright crew, time to get ready for bed. We’re going to leave early tomorrow when some of the nocturnal PokéMon are still out. Who knows, we may even see something rare like Houndour here,” Abraham said, pulling out some blankets and laying on the couch.

Greg sighed and went to the cot he had set up on the floor. Cyndaquil jumped over there too and rested next to the cot. Zach and Jennifer used the beds, each going to sleep with their PokéMon.

The only exception was Houndour who would not leave his spot. The dog-like PokéMon rested silently. Greg watched for a little while before lying down next to Cyndaquil. He would be fine. They all would.

Before he fell asleep, Jennifer suddenly appeared next to him. “What is it, Jenn?” he asked, tired out from the days hike.

“I just wanted to apologize, Greg. I shouldn’t have snapped at you earlier…” She sounded genuinely sorry, and Greg smiled. “It’s okay… Trust me, I’ve been called worse.”

Jennifer smiled slightly, but it disappeared as she stepped away. Greg had a feeling she knew what was worse in this case.

---

In the middle of the night, Zach got up. He was careful not to wake Treeko. The little guy had worked hard. Zach smiled. He had to admit he was becoming attached to the wood gecko. Even though he did have a bit of an attitude, he didn’t dislike Zach nor disobey him. They weren’t friends… Just close associates. For now anyway.

The reason Zach had gotten up was to talk to Houndour. The hellhound sat quietly by the door, pretending to be asleep. Its ears and eyes perked up as Zach came close.

“Can I assist you, master?” it asked neutrally.

“Yes. You can call me Zach, for one. I’m not your superior. This is a partnership, a friendship perhaps,” Zach told him. Houndour merely grunted.

“And second, I want to know why you were evicted from your pack. If you are going to be my friend at some point, or just my partner even, I will need to know.”

Houndour looked slightly embarrassed. “It is…difficult to explain… Zach,” he growled.

Zach told the dog PokéMon that he would hold nothing against him. Seeming relieved, Houndour expanded on the reason. “I fought the alpha-male in my pack for superiority. I lost. Losing in such a manner, I was forced to leave.”

Zach nodded, and smiled. “You’re pretty powerful for a low-level PokéMon, Houndour. I think that you will be a fine alpha-male for this team.” He petted Houndour much like a normal dog, and Houndour returned with a respectful low growl.

“Good night, Houndour.”

“Good night, Zach.”

---

Next time: Chapter 11; Levels, Stats, and Abilities, Oh My!

Evan Turner
5th July 2006, 8:47 AM
Hello.

I noticed that you weren't really getting any reviews, so I decided to review again. So I say, Hello. Now, these past few chapters were excellent. I noticed a few spelling errors, nothing very big. The length is good now, an everage length. I still see it as short, but that's only because I really want to see what's happening next. You fic is really helping me want to re write my fic. So now I'm working on it. So, thank you. For giving all us readers such excellent work. Something good to read. The plot has only improved from the last time I reviewed, not to mention also becoming more interesting. It is still, for the most part, original, unlike other fics I have noticed with an original beginning and then switching to unoriginal. Kudos. Though I must admit, the starters were something almost expected. But I admit that it still is good. Interesting. I can't wait to read more of your work, good luck.

Kudos to your good work,
g'day.

Evander

[Super_Fjord]
5th July 2006, 3:58 PM
Hello.

I noticed that you weren't really getting any reviews, so I decided to review again. So I say, Hello. Now, these past few chapters were excellent. I noticed a few spelling errors, nothing very big. The length is good now, an everage length. I still see it as short, but that's only because I really want to see what's happening next. You fic is really helping me want to re write my fic. So now I'm working on it. So, thank you. For giving all us readers such excellent work. Something good to read. The plot has only improved from the last time I reviewed, not to mention also becoming more interesting. It is still, for the most part, original, unlike other fics I have noticed with an original beginning and then switching to unoriginal. Kudos. Though I must admit, the starters were something almost expected. But I admit that it still is good. Interesting. I can't wait to read more of your work, good luck.

Kudos to your good work,
g'day.

Evander

Whoa. Thanks again. All I can say is that I'm happy you feel that way about my fic and that its helped you. :) I hope to keep it as original as it has been (there are very few ties with the games except for the fact that Poke'Mon exist), and as for the starter choices... Well... There just aren't any very good other Poke'Mon that can be used as starters... So I just chose some that could be used to correspond to their trainers.

And as always, I'll try to work on the spelling. Spell check never catches those things...

shadowlight
5th July 2006, 8:40 PM
I liked this chapter it was descriptive
I liked when jennifer slapped abraham
Can't wait for the next chpter

Lostsoulz0
5th July 2006, 10:15 PM
one again some nice chapters Super Fjord and you gave Greg a Cyndaquil my favourite starter pokemon there is (just look at the bit beside my avater). Anyway wonder what pokemon Greg and Jessica will go and catch for there first pokemon. Once again keep up the good work and oh thx for putting me on the pm list

[Super_Fjord]
5th July 2006, 11:58 PM
I liked this chapter it was descriptive
I liked when jennifer slapped abraham
Can't wait for the next chpter

Thanks, shadowlight. I'll try to get the next chapter up either tomorrow or Friday.


one again some nice chapters Super Fjord and you gave Greg a Cyndaquil my favourite starter pokemon there is (just look at the bit beside my avater). Anyway wonder what pokemon Greg and Jessica will go and catch for there first pokemon. Once again keep up the good work and oh thx for putting me on the pm list

Thanks, Lostsoulz. I like Cyndaquil a lot too. And you'll see soon just what Greg and Jennifer (not Jessica :p) will catch. (Greg first, however.) And no problem. I just put the most frequent reviewers on the list.

SPIKE06
6th July 2006, 12:52 AM
yummi, new chap. i read it right after you pmed yesterday. hmmmm i also feel it is short but then again i burn right through the chapter (thats how good it is) hmmm also a shame that u dont have more reviewers <shrugs> oh well. and nice u have shown the secret side of Zach. <yawn> i try to keep it to the point and not to ramble on and on <like so> so this will have to do for now

keep the chaps coming and i think more ppl will come sooner or maybe they're closet readers... later

[Super_Fjord]
6th July 2006, 1:44 AM
yummi, new chap. i read it right after you pmed yesterday. hmmmm i also feel it is short but then again i burn right through the chapter (thats how good it is) hmmm also a shame that u dont have more reviewers <shrugs> oh well. and nice u have shown the secret side of Zach. <yawn> i try to keep it to the point and not to ramble on and on <like so> so this will have to do for now

keep the chaps coming and i think more ppl will come sooner or maybe they're closet readers... later

I thought it looked short when I posted it too...but it was definitely 10 pages...

I don't mind. As long as I get conistant reviewers like you guys, I'll be fine. (But that doesn't mean I would mind you advertising for me... :D) Zach does had a slightly secret side. Kind of. Maybe. Yeah...

Thanks for the reviews guys.

SPIKE06
6th July 2006, 2:37 AM
good to kno we mean so much to you and for advertisement thats what the authors cafe is for ... later

The True Champion
6th July 2006, 5:23 AM
Sorry that i am late i been watching the world cup lately and my favorite team Italy has made it to the the finals. I read it earlier and would have posted sooner but i wanted to watch the last semifinal. Now to the chapter, it was good i like the old man and i hope we get to see more of his creepy guy side.(couldn't find the right word) I like how commanding Zach and greg got when they thought their pokemon were in danger and went straight to action. Also when Jenn slapped him that made my day. I thought that Zach might be one of those characters who shows compassion for his pokemon and cares greatly but is more tuff in front of everyone. Which will lead to his defeat, well if Greg is the same with all his pokemon. Well im going on a rant and should stop now. So as for the final teams once you figure them out for sure just pm me i can be paient. I'm leaving sunday so im hoping you can get your next two chapters in becase i will be gone for 2 weeks so i will play catch up when i get back. Well keep up the good work.

~True Champion

[Super_Fjord]
6th July 2006, 5:09 PM
and for advertisement thats what the authors cafe is for ... later

Very true. ^_^


Sorry that i am late i been watching the world cup lately and my favorite team Italy has made it to the the finals. I read it earlier and would have posted sooner but i wanted to watch the last semifinal. Now to the chapter, it was good i like the old man and i hope we get to see more of his creepy guy side.(couldn't find the right word) I like how commanding Zach and greg got when they thought their pokemon were in danger and went straight to action. Also when Jenn slapped him that made my day. I thought that Zach might be one of those characters who shows compassion for his pokemon and cares greatly but is more tuff in front of everyone. Which will lead to his defeat, well if Greg is the same with all his pokemon. Well im going on a rant and should stop now. So as for the final teams once you figure them out for sure just pm me i can be paient. I'm leaving sunday so im hoping you can get your next two chapters in becase i will be gone for 2 weeks so i will play catch up when i get back. Well keep up the good work.

~True Champion

His "creepy guy" side, as you so politely put it, does show up a little bit later. He's a classic old guy who grew up just when sex appeal became introduced to the public and is caught between being prudent and perverted. I find him amusing. I also like the slap scene. :D

Zach has feelings for his PokeMon, but isn't as emotional as, say, Greg. He cares, certaintly, but isn't very open about it. He'll be tough on his PokeMon, but not cruel. That's the best I can put it. (Since this side of him doesn't change much through the story...)

I'll be getting in two more chapters before Saturday, and then the week after there will be sporadic updates, mostly because I am also going on leave for a week... And then the weekend after I get back, Band Camp starts followed almost immediately by school...

Dang. Summer ended quick...

[Super_Fjord]
8th July 2006, 3:38 AM
A goofy title for a longish chapter that will finally lead into some serious plot! Hurray! :) I think now is the time to mention that levels, statistics,
and abilities are basically the only physics from the games that remain mostly the same. With that said...

Oh, and I forgot to mention. I have learned the secrets of the "enter" key! I will now have easier to read paragraphs, I swear. (And they won't be one-liners, either.)
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Chapter 11: Levels, Stats, and Abilities, Oh My!
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Cursing: Not really
Gore/Violence: Yes
Stuff: Training and traveling, as well as the second capture! Also a suggestive scene. Oh...and underwear. (But not like that...)


"Wake up everybody! It's time to head out!"

Abraham's shouts startled Greg and in turn startled Cyndaquil who went flying into the air, back ignited. He landed on his feet ready to run,
but Greg stopped him, saying, "Hey, it's okay... Just calm down..." Recovering from shock, Cyndaquil's back cooled off and the echidna-
PokéMon laid back down.

Yawning, Greg stood up and went to the bathroom. He didn't bother to change his clothes. He had put them in the laundry the night before
anyway, and they had been delivered at some point, making Greg's life all the easier.

At least for a moment.

"Greg, get out here!" he heard Jennifer say. Greg sighed. Whatever happened to the sweet, quiet, Jennifer from three days ago?

"What's wrong?" he shouted back. Then he saw what. Jenn had put her clothes in the laundry too, apparently. Laughing, Greg folded her things,
taking a moment to appreciate the finer things in life, starting with adolescent girl underwear.

"I found your clothes, Jenn," he said, opening the door and handing them to her, still laughing. She glared at him, embarrassed, and accepted the
clothes. As Greg closed the door, he could have sworn she had looked through them to make sure everything was there.

What a great way to start the day, he thought.

Coming out of the bathroom fully dressed, Greg pulled his ski cap over his messy brown hair. Remembering what Piggie had advised, Greg made sure
that some hair was sticking out. Piggie was right; it did looked better that way.

Cyndaquil was quick to leap onto Greg's shoulder once he sat down on the couch. "Good morning, Greg," he squealed pleasantly.

"Good morning, Cyndaquil," Greg returned, smiling and scratching Cyndaquil's furry head. He seemed to enjoy this, which Greg had noticed
the night before. It was then that Greg realized that he didn't know that much about Cyndaquil. I'll have to talk to him tonight, he thought.
Before he knew it, Cyndaquil was in his lap, curled up. Greg continued to pet and play with him. As long as Zach and Jenn were getting ready,
he'd have some time to kill anyway. Might as well do it with his newest friend.

---

Jennifer was next in the bathroom. She had a sneaking suspicion that Greg had done more than folded her clothes, but pushed it from her mind. She
needed to be more trusting of her new... team.

To be honest with herself, Jenn wasn't all too sure she liked this new group of people. Zach was a pathological loner, Greg was traumatized from his
childhood, and their new mentor was a perverted old coot. Well, at least I only have to stay with one of those three for two months.

Looking into the bathroom mirror, Jennifer began to fix her hair. It would be a long, grueling process like every morning, but today was different.
Today she was in the company of three guys.

"Hurry up! We have to go soon, and we all need to use the bathroom," she heard Abraham shout. "Just a minute!" she shouted back, refraining from
screaming at him. She really just disliked the old man, even though Greg didn't seem to mind him much, and Zach... well... Zach didn't like anybody,
so his opinion wasn't exactly unbiased. Giving up, Jennifer put away her things and opened the bathroom door to see both Zach and Abraham waiting
impatiently. Moving out of their way, Jennifer saw Squirtle still sleeping on her bed, curled into her shell. Smiling, Jennifer decided to let her rest and
returned Squirtle to her PokéBall.

Jennifer then remembers Greg. She looked around the room and until she saw him sitting on the couch, stroking something on his lap. Curious, Jenn
moved to sit next to him. Once she got around the couch, she could see that he was petting a very comfortable Cyndaquil. Smiling, she sat.

"Hey," Greg, said, not even looking up. "Hi," she answered. He was thinking about something, but she couldn't tell what. Cyndaquil looked up
and squealed happily.

"Good morning, Jennifer," he said. Jennifer smiled and scratched the echidna-like PokéMon on the back of his head, saying, "And a good morning
to you too, Cyndaquil."

"So...what's up?" Greg asked, finally looking at her. Jennifer merely shrugged. "Nothing," she said. Greg looked at her for a few more seconds,
trying to see what might be happening inside her mind, but then turned away, lifting Cyndaquil up onto his shoulder. He stood and said, "You and
Squirtle want to come with us to get breakfast?"

Jenn was surprised at the offer. "Well, okay... But have you checked with our 'mentor'?" she asked, not wanting to get into any trouble.

"I already asked him and he said it would be fine," Greg said reassuringly. "Come on, there's a diner downstairs."

Nodding, Jennifer stood and grabbed her pack. Then she remembered that she should wake up Squirtle. Grabbing her PokéBall, Jenn decided that it
could wait until they got downstairs. She stuck the ball in the pocket of her khakis and followed Greg.

---

Zach watched as Greg and Jennifer left. He was tempted to follow, but decided against it. He could use this chance to talk to Houndour and Treeko
without anyone interfering. Zach made sure that Abraham was still in the bathroom before walking over to his bed.

At some point in the night, Houndour had moved to lay underneath Zach's bed, while Treeko remained in the same spot the entire night. "Wake up," Zach ordered. Houndour raised its head to listen and Treeko opened its eyes. Knowing that he had their attention, Zach continued. "Listen, both of you," he told them, sitting next to Treeko, "If you are both going to be on my team, then you'll have to learn to work together as a team. Understood?"

"I will follow any direction you give me, Zach," Houndour barked.

Treeko closed its eyes and chirped sleepily, "Understood."

Zach allowed for a rare smile. He stood. "If you want breakfast you'll have to come down with me." Treeko became interested at the notion of a meal.
It slowly rose from its comfortable spot on the bed and leaped onto Zach's shoulder. Houndour stretched and walked along side Zach, tail wagging slowly. This might just be easier than I had expected, Zach realized. For some reason, Zach felt himself feeling good about his life. It was a rare feeling for Takahi, and not one he was accustomed too. It felt good.

Perhaps the Cyndaquil had been correct in saying that humans and PokéMon could be more than partners. Perhaps Zach could have friends.
The thought was only a distraction for Zach. He stopped thinking about it and kept his mind on the present. Time for food.

---

Greg and Jennifer sat at a table for four. They had left Cyndaquil and Squirtle in the corner where the center had set up a play area for the visiting
PokéMon. Greg watched them for a while, smiling as Cyndaquil, Squirtle, and a few others started a game of what looked like tag. He was brought
back to reality rather quickly, however.

"What do you want to get?" Jennifer asked, looking over the menus. Greg looked through his own and shrugged. "I'm not sure. What about you?" Before
she could answer him, Abraham and Zach appeared on the staircase in the back of the room. Waving at them, Abraham ran towards the table. Zach
however walked over to the play area and put Treeko and Houndour inside.

Without Greg noticing him, Abraham sat down and stole his menu. Once Greg did notice, he nearly fell out his chair. "You have to calm down, boy,"
Abraham said with a laugh, "Pay better attention to what's happening around you." Jennifer giggled and finished answering Greg's question.

"As I was about to say," she continued, "I was thinking of getting the waffles-" Abraham interrupted with his laugh once more. "Ah! Feeling adventurous
today, Miss Sullivan? I think waffles sound delightful! What about you, Greg?" Greg merely nodded and watched as Zach sat down next
to Jennifer. "How about you, Mister Takahi?" Zach just stared over at the playpen. "Very well. Four waffle plates it is!"

Abraham left the table to put the orders in at the bar area. Being silent at first, Jennifer decided to start a conversation. "Look," she started, "we're
all a part of this squad, and we will be for a long time. A lot longer than we will be with this old coot. That being so, I think it would be best if we knew
some stuff-"

"Would you please just get to the point?" Zach demanded, exasperated. Jennifer glared and looked like she was about to scold him, but Greg managed
to speak up in time. "What she's trying to say is that we should learn some more about each other and learn to respect each other, at the very least. We
don't have to like each other," Greg explained, "but it would be best to look out for each other. Right, Jenn?"

Jennifer nodded slowly, surprised by Greg's quick explanation. Zach sighed and looked at the two of them. "Fine. But let's not get into our life stories
here. We'll wait until we have some privacy." Greg was stunned. He hadn't even expected Zach to listen to him in the first place, but now he was agreeing
with him. Talk about a change of heart...

Before any more was said, Abraham returned with a big tray. Greg helped the old man pass out the plates and the silence returned as the group ate.
It remained silent until Abraham took a peak at his watch and began cleaning up. "Alright, its 7:00 kids. Today we have two objectives; any
guess as to what they are?"

Jennifer answered first, saying, "We're going to look for more PokéMon, right?" Abraham smiled, satisfied, "Correct, Jennifer. I now know you were
listening last night." He paused to wipe his mouth with a napkin. "Now, what might be our second objective?" Everyone was silent. He hadn't
mentioned anything else the night before.

"You're going to teach us something about training," Zach finally said. Abraham nodded, glad to see that someone had answered. "Very good. Now,
once you all finish, gather your things and your PokéMon. We need to get moving if we want to get to Aquara City in the next two days."

Greg and Jenn exchanged confused looks. "Mr. Abraham," Jennifer began, "Why did we leave the school if we're going to Aquara City? There's a
shorter way from there." Abraham chuckled and said, "Well, to train of course! You can't catch diddley-squat out by the school! This way, you'll be
even more ready to take your first Gym challenge!" Greg nodded as if it made sense now. With all the training and capturing they could do here, the
easier it would be to win the squad's first Gym badge.

Abraham stood, repeating himself. "Once you get down, meet me outside. I want to leave while the catchin's good!"

---

Jennifer got up from the table first and put away her dish. "I'll go get the PokéMon," she said. Greg and Zach handed her their PokéBalls and she
walked over to the play area. She almost immediately noticed that something was wrong. Cyndaquil and Treeko stood directly across from each
other, glaring. Cyndaquil threateningly blazed its back, making some of the PokéMon standing behind it back up. Treeko refused to react except
by chirping in a taunting tone. Cyndaquil answered with his own.

"You don't stand a chance against me," Treeko said with confidence, whipping his leaf like tail behind him. Cyndaquil was unmoved. "Don't be
so certain," he answered. Taking this as a challenge, Treeko launched itself at Cyndaquil.

"Tackle, Squirtle!" Jenn cried. The little turtle rushed in between Treeko and Cyndaquil, managing to prevent them from attacking each other.
Greg and Zach ran over to see what had happened.

"What's wrong?" Greg asked Jennifer. Jenn shook her head. "I don't know," she said, "They just started fighting..." Zach looked at Treeko and then
Cyndaquil. He smiled. "I guess that our rivalry has extended to our PokéMon." Greg glared at Zach, and put his hand out for his PokéBall.
Jennifer obliged and then stepped back.

"Return, Cyndaquil," Greg ordered. Once Cyndaquil had evaporated back into its ball, Zach followed in fashion, returning both Treeko and Houndour.
Jennifer picked up Squirtle who appeared confused. That makes two of us, she thought. Was Zach right? Did Greg's rivalry with him cause
Cyndaquil and Treeko to fight? Jennifer somehow doubted it. There had to be another explanation. But that would have to wait. For now, Jenn felt that
the best thing to do would be to leave before the group got into more trouble.

She grabbed Greg and Zach by the arms and said in a strained voice, "Let's get out of here." They followed willingly.

Behind them, a man and women shook their heads with disgust. "Children these days," the woman said maliciously, "so very rude." The man
chuckled, "Quite so, my dear." The woman removed the overly large sunglasses and smiled at the man. "This mission will be cake."

---

Eriksson looked out the window of the governor's mansion. Located in Aquara City, the view included one of the many canals that made the city
famous. He smiled crookedly. The city was one of his greatest achievements. Clean roads that never needed repair, lowest pollution rate
in the world, it was a utopia among ruins. A diamond among coals. And it essentially belonged to him.

There were few things that Governor Mitchell Eriksson officially could not do. One of them was spy on citizens without a permit. Unofficially,
however, papers stating that he couldn't could be burnt in horrible fires that were caused by the local gangs. For Eriksson, the fire had been a blessing.
He could rewrite all the old laws as he saw fit, and could even throw in some security to ensure that it wouldn't be changed. As for the cost of the fire...
Well, Eriksson thought with a sly smile, that's where the taxpayers' dollars come in.

Turning to his desk, Eriksson listened as the intercom buzzed on. "Sir," Ms. Petunia said, "you have a call on line eight." His special line. It was one
that only a few people had access to. Who they were and what they wanted was unknown. It's probably better that way, Eriksson thought, amusing himself as he lifted the phone and held for connection.

"Hello, gov'ner!" said a heavily accented voice.

"This had better be good news, Terrence," Eriksson said menacingly. He knew it would be. Terrence was his best investigator and personal spy. He
rarely brought anything that could be considered "bad".

"I can assure you that it is, sir. But I think that Kitty could tell you better," Terrence admitted, faking a disappointed voice.

"Very well..." Eriksson permitted. Kitty was very different from Terrence. Terrence was very likable as a person; humorous, social, curious, and
optimistic, but Kitty was comparable to the biblical anti-Christ. Mean-spirited, cruel, cunning, and aggressive, she was the best in Eriksson's force.
That's why she was his second in command.

Kitty's voice came on over the line. "Hello, sir," said her emotionless and somewhat deranged sounding voice. Eriksson was one of the few people
who knew her well enough to not be afraid of that voice.

"What is the status of your mission, Kitty?" Eriksson asked, not fearing to say whatever he wanted. His phone line could be tapped, but it didn't matter.
He controlled the police; they would do him no harm.

"Mission is going smoothly, sir," she said, not missing a beat. She almost sounded excited about something.

"What is it that you must tell me?" he asked, getting impatient. He had other things to do with his time.

"As it turns out, the ones you are having us watch are heading towards Aquara City. They're walking directly into our hands."

Eriksson understood now why the two had called. This was important. "I see..." he said, thinking. "Very well. Report back here. There's no need to
follow them if we know exactly where they are going. I would rather have you both here now; you'll be able to assist in the next mission."

"Sir," Terrence's voice came back, "Why do we need to plan another mission? Can't you just ask the director-"

Eriksson slammed his fist on his desk. The phone went silent, so he knew they had heard him. "No, Terrence, I cannot, and I will tell you why. First
of all, because I need a distraction. Secondly, this way suspicions will be destroyed. How can I lead something that I am ordering the police to hunt
down?"

"I see. Very well, sir," Terrence said, sounding embarrassed, "Talk to you later then."

"Good bye."

The governor stood once more. Petunia knocked on the door and stepped in. Eriksson smiled. "You may enter, Petunia," he said softly. He felt her
soft hands on his shoulders.

"You need to learn to relax, honey," she said in her southern drawl. Eriksson sighed and said, "And that is how you can help me, today." "As you wish, sir."

---

"All right kids," Abraham shouted as he led the squad into the forested area once more, "we better move fast! I want to set up camp before nine o'clock!"
Following slowly behind him, Greg shook his head and whispered to Jennifer, "And then we get to dig our graves." Jenn laughed at this as Greg
helped her over a log. He offered his hand to Zach, but he only glared as he jumped over himself. Shaking his head and following behind, Greg began
to wonder why Cyndaquil and Treeko had begun to fight. Was it really because of me and Zach? He hoped not.

After a couple of hours of hiking without any luck of finding PokéMon, Abraham stopped the group to rest. Then he started to quiz the squad.

"Now, tell me Greg, what are levels, statistics, and abilities? Start with levels." Abraham's question surprised Greg. "Well, uh, levels are basically a
way of measuring the power of a PokéMon. Once it achieves a certain amount
of experience, we say it goes up a level in power. Sometimes this causes the PokéMon to evolve or learn new attacks." Abraham nodded. "A classic
textbook answer. Very well. Jennifer," he said, moving on, "what are statistics?"

Jennifer answered quicker than Greg. "Statistics are the overall measurement of a PokéMon's abilities. They're health points, speed, attack,
defense, special attack, and special defense. Some PokéMon have more in one of those categories than another. Like my Squirtle," she explained,
"she had more defense than both Cyndaquil and Treeko, but they both have more speed than my Squirtle." Abraham laughed. "A great explanation.
Now, Zach," he said, turning to him, "what are abilities?"

Zach brushed a strand of his white hair out of his eyes before saying, "Specific powers that PokéMon always have. For example, my Treeko has
the Overgrow ability that allows it to increase the power of its attacks when in a desperate situation." Abraham nodded. "Very good. That is correct."

"Now," Abraham continued, standing, "how does knowing our levels, statistics, and abilities help us?" Jennifer raised her hand. Abraham
laughed, embarrassing her. "I'm sorry Jennifer, but there is no need to raise your hand. We aren't in school anymore, little lady." Jenn blushed,
but managed to say, "It can help us make a strategy for battles and team building." Abraham nodded once again. "Good. Now, you can
use your PokéDex's when you want to check on the status of your PokéMon, which I suggest you do whenever you are in a battle or if your PokéMon is new."

"Well, class is dismissed. Now that we've rested, let's get back on the move," Abraham said, lifting his pack and encouraging the others to follow
him. After about thirty more minutes of walking, Abraham stopped them again.

"What's-" Abraham stopped Jenn from finishing the question with one finger. He mouthed something that looked like hokey-on. Greg caught
on pretty quickly though. A PokéMon! He pulled out Cyndaquil's PokéBall and waited. Maybe I can catch this one, he thought, excitement
running through his body.

Suddenly, it came. Out of nowhere, something came flying out of the bushes, hitting Abraham to the ground. "Mr. Abraham!" Jennifer shouted,
frightened. The thing then swung back around, almost hitting Greg. He managed to jump to the side just before it hit his head.

"What was that?" he asked. Zach stood back while Jenn knelt down to assist Abraham. Greg decided to act on this. "Go, Cyndaquil!" he ordered.
Cyndaquil appeared in a flash of familiar red light, igniting its back with excitement. This show was cut short as the object came flying back again.

"Dodge it, Cyndaquil!" cried Greg, worried. Thankfully, Cyndaquil reacted quick enough to avoid it. The thrower of the object emerged from the bushes
to catch the object in its hand, much like a boomerang. Greg recognized the object now as a bone and its holder as Cubone. A Cubone! Greg
thought excitedly. The Cubone was best described as a reptile, although a skull hid its face. A fairly rare Ground-type in Terras, if Greg could catch it, it would be invaluable to his team.

"Alright, Cyndaquil, let's try to catch it!" Cyndaquil squealed with approval, readying itself in a battle stance. The Cubone growled in its small but throaty
voice. The battle began.

Cubone was the first to attack, throwing its bone-boomerang at Cyndaquil. "Dodge it, Cyndaquil!" Greg ordered. Cyndaquil quickly moved out of the path
of the projectile and even avoided it as it came back. Confident, Greg gave his next command. "Use Tackle, Cyndaquil!"

Charging, Cyndaquil moved much faster than Cubone and struck it head on, sending Cubone tumbling into a tree. Recovering from the Tackle, Cubone launched its own attack. It charged at Cyndaquil with its head.

"Cyndaquil, jump behind it!" Almost instantly obeying, Cyndaquil managed to hop over the Headbutt attack and got behind Cubone. "Now, use Tackle
again!" Greg shouted. Cyndaquil charged again, impacting with Cubone's backside, knocking it over.

"Alright," Greg said in a hushed voice, "here goes nothing!" Greg threw one of the PokéBall's given to him earlier. To his surprise, it hit Cubone the first
try. He watched anxiously as the ball swiveled back and forth, ending with the reassuring ping of a successful capture. "Yes!"

"Good job, Greg! I knew you had it in you- ouch! Watch it girl! That hurts..." Abraham had gotten up, only to be hurt once more by Jennifer who didn't
apologize. "Good job, Greg!" she said, smiling. Zach watched, not the slightest bit impressed. "Good job," he mumbled as he passed Greg, "now let's go."

---

Jennifer scouted ahead as Greg and Zach helped Abraham walk. "Sorry kids," the old man said, sounding embarrassed, "looks like we'll be setting
up camp early. We'll just leave quickly tomorrow. Hopefully," he said, "we'll reach Aquara City in the next two days." Jenn shook her head. Although this
set them back, it would be better if they stopped now anyway. They couldn't get anywhere if Abraham was hurt.

"There's a clearing ahead," Jenn called back, "we can use that as camp." Zach nodded to her, letting her know that he had heard. She saw him say
something to Greg, who looked confused. Greg looked like he was going to argue, but Zach just shook his head and sent him away.

"What's wrong?" Jennifer asked him as he caught up. "Don't know. He just said that he could carry Abraham himself. Let's hurry and set up camp," Greg said. He released both Cyndaquil and Cubone. Cubone looked around, and seemed confused. "Alright guys," Greg said, catching both the
PokéMon's attentions, "let's set up camp. Cubone, you go find some firewood. Cyndaquil, you help. Me and Jenn will set up the tent, right?" Jennifer nodded.

First, she released Squirtle. "Squirtle, can you get us water?" "Of course, Jennifer." Satisfied, Jennifer helped Greg set up the tents. After about an
hour, the group had a fire, two tents, and a resting old man. Greg and Jenn sat with their PokéMon around the fire. When Zach passed by, Jenn stopped him.

"Let's have that talk now," she told him. "Now?" he asked, sounding irritated. "Yes, now." Sitting down, Zach looked at each of the
PokéMon sitting with them. Realizing what Zach wanted, Greg and Jenn returned them to their PokéBalls.

"Alright... Where do we start?" Zach asked, obviously eager to end this as quickly as possible. Greg looked over at Jennifer for an answer. She sighed.
"I'll go first," she said at last.

---

Greg listened carefully. "I was born in Aquara City," she started, "and I've lived my entire life in the city with my parents." When she stopped, both Greg
and Zach exchanged perplexed looks. "You can't be serious," Zach said, "that's it?" Jenn looked surprised. "Well...no. I guess not... But what do you
want to know?" Zach shrugged. "I just expected more, that's all." Jennifer took a deep breath and said, "Fine. My full name is Jennifer Marie Sullivan. My father is a councilman and my mother is a lawyer. I've never had a PokéMon before, or even really met one before now. My best friends are Kassy and Mariah who were my neighbors until now. I've been to most of Terras and I like to read. There's not much to my life, really." Zach seemed unimpressed.

"Alright...now it's your turn," Jenn said at last. Zach sighed and began.

"I'm from a town called Cherrygrove City in Johto. I was sent here by request and attended the academy with a full scholarship." This surprised
Greg, mostly because he had never heard of a scholarship for PokéMon academies. "My family has never exactly been economically stable, so the scholarship was the only chance of becoming a trainer that I had. My parents
are... well, they aren't relevant to any of this." Zach paused, staring deeply into the fire. "I have no friends, but many enemies and promises I plan to keep."
He stared at Greg, then a Jenn. "I want that to be understood."

Zach stopped there. He appeared to be done. "Well," Greg said, breaking the silence, "I guess that means it's my turn."

---

Zach was interested in hearing this story. He had researched it, true, but it would be better to hear it from the person himself. Greg started normally.
"I come from Pyre Village where I used to live with my parents and then my grandparents. When I was about five, I lost my mother in an...
accident." Greg stopped. He seemed to be afraid of reliving what had happened. "Continue," Zach encouraged.

"Alright... When I was eight my dad got into a car accident. He never fully recovered and I was sent to live with my mother's parents." He looked pained.
"And now here I am."

Jennifer appeared torn between sympathy and sorrow. This had affected her somehow. It made her emotional. Zach couldn't help but feel bad for Greg
in this case. He had been put through hell. That much couldn't be denied.

"Let's go to bed. We'll talk more later," Zach said. With that, he walked away.

---

Greg watched Jenn linger a bit before going to the second tent where he was supposed to sleep next to her. Heh. Fat chance. Greg couldn't sleep
now. He knew that he would have the nightmares again and he didn't want to risk it. Not wanting to be alone, Greg released his newly captured Cubone.
The small, tan PokéMon appeared to be crying. "Hey," Greg said comfortingly, "What's wrong, Cubone?" Greg picked him up and held him in his lap.
Cubone cried pitifully. "It's... it's nothing," he said. Greg felt bad. "Tell me what's wrong, Cubone. I might be able to help."

Cubone seemed unsure, but told him. "Many moons ago, before you caught me, my mother was killed. This is her skull I wear." Greg was startled
for a moment, but it passed and was replaced with sorrow. "Cubone, I'm so sorry," Greg said, holding him closer. Cubone snuggled up in Greg's over shirt,
trying to comfort himself. "You know," Greg said sadly, "I lost my mother too." Cubone looked up. "Really?" "Really," Greg said, letting a tear slide
down his face. Greg began to hum an old lullaby that his mother had hummed to him as a child, more for himself than for Cubone. "How many
moons ago was this, Cubone?" Greg asked. "Ten," he answered. Greg felt more tears slip down. It was ironic, he thought, that Cubone's mother had died on the anniversary of his mother's death.

---

Next time: Chapter 12; Let The Training Begin!

The True Champion
8th July 2006, 4:58 AM
Well normally i would write a long review but im just not in the mood today. Any way nice chapter glad to see them finally start to experiance a trainer's life in the wild. Also i liked how you showed Zach opening up more to his pokemon. The battle with cubone was good and i look forward to see how your battles evolve from when the pokemon are weaker to powerful. As for the discussion the three of them had toward the end it was a good start but i have a feeling Jenn is hiding something. I want to know more about zach's past the promises he has to keep. As for greg i really want to find out exactly what happen in his childhood there are so many questions. Now i see why you chose cubone it makes perfect sense. I knew that cubone wears the skull of its mother but i didn't put it together when i saw him on the list you sent me. Just because of that talk i can tell cubone will make a great member of Greg's team. I guess i lied about the short review. O and by the way nice job with the chapter i am glad to you increasing the length of the chapters.

~True Champion

[Super_Fjord]
8th July 2006, 4:14 PM
Well normally i would write a long review but im just not in the mood today. Any way nice chapter gald tp see them finally start to experiance a trainer's ife in the wild. Also i liked how you showed Zach opening up more to his pokemon. The battle with cubone was good and i look forward to see how your battles evolve from when the pokemon are weaker to powerful. As for the discussion the three of them had toward the end it was a good start bu i have a feeling Jenn is hiding something. I want to know more about zach's past the promises he has to keep. As for greg i really want to find out exactly what happen in his childhood there are so many questions. Now i see why you chose cubone it makes perfect sense. I knew that cubone wears the skull of its mother but i didn't put it together when i saw him on the list you sent me. Just because of that talk i can tell cubone will make a great member of Greg's team. I guess i lied about the short view. O and by the way nice job with the chapter i am glad to you increasing the length of the chapters.

~True Champion

Thanks, Champ. The trainer's life really starts tomorrow; Abraham's not in the condition to move about, so he' going to work these guys like crazy. :p
Zach's past promises become crystal clear later on, nearer to the middle of the story, but until then you do get some clues to what happened in Johto.
As for Cubone...it just seemed fitting. Besides, I thought Greg needed a good Ground-type, and Cubone is one of the best IMO. (Aside from Phanpy,
Sandshrew, and Trapinch, anyway.)

And yes. the length is getting longer! ha! Victory! :D

SPIKE06
10th July 2006, 1:58 AM
the champ pretty much covered everything i was going to say. but most of gregs backstory was covered. jenn seems pretty open with her life. zachs past well all good things come to those who wait . well we all know cubone wears the skull of its dead mother making it the lonely pkmn but wear do they get the bone from. and who knows he could release cubone or pc him for later but since i'm rambling and this sounds like blah blah blah i hope the next chap keeps gettin better

shadowlight
10th July 2006, 2:31 AM
This was a great chapter
I liked how you gave him a cubone and made the date of it's mothers death the day of Gregs mothers death
I can't wait for the next one

[Super_Fjord]
12th July 2006, 11:31 PM
Alright... Listen up guys... I won't be updating for a while. For several reasons. the biggest being that school starts for me pretty soon and the
lesser reasons being that I wish to see some more of the new generation of PokeMon being released before I continue so I can completely implement
them. So...

Thanks for all the reviews!

SPIKE06
13th July 2006, 4:45 AM
Do whay you gotta do. Your story your rules and how you implement them (damn i'm so accepting) but anyway be cool man

- SPIKE

you
14th July 2006, 2:57 PM
Howdy!

a couple of things to say :) First off let me say im usually skepticle about reading some fanfics and this was no exception...but let me say once i started reading it was very hard to stop!! Your style is slightly different than usual fanfics in my opinion, and it works to a great effect....you also have a good amount of both character development and action...now i just cant wait for the next chapter!! let me know!! well done!!

[Super_Fjord]
7th September 2006, 1:41 AM
Dang, its not even funny how long this is taking. Sorry guys. I'm still waiting on D/P because its so close to being released now. After I get the Japanese names, I'll hopefully be completely ready to go on an update frenzy when I can. (School's filling most of my life right now.)

So, yeah...sorry for the unhumanely long waits...

FORGIVE ME...?!?!

...please?

The True Champion
7th September 2006, 3:31 AM
Don't worry about i don't mind waiting and besides sometimes waiting for longer for another chapter means the chapter will proaly be great i will be looking forward to it.

~True Champion

[Super_Fjord]
8th September 2006, 4:43 AM
Don't worry about i don't mind waiting and besides sometimes waiting for longer for another chapter means the chapter will proaly be great i will be looking forward to it.

~True Champion

Thanks, Champ. Glad to see some support. I really hope to add the next chapter sometime soon; I say screw the wait... I'll have something up Sunday. :P

Then I'll try to be patient...

[Super_Fjord]
10th September 2006, 4:39 AM
You know what guys? You've been a fantastic support. I'm proud to call myself a writer thanks to you guys. And as reward for your patience and rockingness, I write.
----

Chapter 12: Let The Training Begin!
Chapter Rating: PG
Cursing: Not really.
Gore/Violence: Some.
Stuff: Battle between characters.


Greg woke up early the next morning, rested and now emotionally stable. He knew that all he really had needed was a good cry. Just as long as the others don't find out, he thought, trying his best not to awaken Cubone or Cyndaquil who both laid nearby. He slipped out the tent quickly and quietly. To his surprise, Zach and Abraham were already outside, sitting next to the fire and eating.

"Mr. Abraham..." Greg started, but was interrupted suddenly. "Gregory, my boy! It's about time you woke up. Would you please go get Ms. Sullivan? She's still asleep in her tent, it seems."

Taken slightly aback, Greg merely nodded in response and walked over to Jennifer's tent subconsciously. He peered in through the partly open flap. He knew that he was supposed to sleep in the same tent, but in the end, Greg had managed to construct something comfortable enough out of some spare parts and a sheet. As he stepped inside, he saw Squirtle's bright eyes open inside its shell.

"Good morning, Greg," it chirped with a tired yawn. It extended its limbs from inside the shell and crawled away from Jenn's sleeping bag. "Good morning, Squirtle," Greg whispered. The small turtle yawned again and as it tried to stand, fell on its back, asleep once more. Greg held back a laugh. He then looked over at Jennifer. She slept in the same pajamas he had found in the bathroom the day before. Has it really only been two days? Greg was amazed. So much had happened in so little time. He stared Jennifer over. She seemed... peaceful. She had a kind of serene, quiet beauty. She's too good for you, Greg, he thought, keeping his hopes in check. Besides, he reminded himself, you need to concentrate on more important things.

As if sensing his stare, Jenn sat up groggily and yawned. She smiled as she opened her eyes. "Hey, Greg," she said, smiling at him. Greg could feel himself blushing. "Hey," he managed to voice. She giggled. "Where'd you sleep last night?" she asked, uncovering her body from the sleeping bag. Greg diverted his eyes for fear of something possibly skin-related. He looked back to realize with embarrassment that she was wearing clothes. Don't be stupid, Greg, he told himself. "Uh," he said, "well, I made a little tent..." "Oh, Greg..." Jennifer interrupted, shaking her head, but still smiling, "You should have just slept in here. It must have been uncomfortable," she said.

"Well, not really," Greg told her. Honestly, it hadn't been too comfortable, but then again, the idea of sleeping with a girl alone wasn't exactly something for great comfort either, especially not if Greg's grandparents got wind of it. "Abraham sent me to get you," Greg said suddenly, remembering what he was doing here. "Okay, I'll be out in a minute," Jenn said. The two exchanged looks for a minute until Jenn giggled and said, "Do you mind... y'know... turning around?" Greg blushed. "Er, no... I'll just step out-"

"No, you don't have to go. Just turn around," she said, reaching for some clothes. "Ok-" before he could actually turn around, Jenn was taking off her shirt. Feeling kind of dirty, Greg turned almost immediately. He wasn't even aware that someone could react like that so quickly. "So, how's Cubone doing?" Jenn asked, curious about Greg's new Ground-type PokeMon. It had already shown itself to be a powerful fighter, and brave too. Brave enough to stand up to a bunch of humans and their PokeMon, Greg thought.

"He's doing fine," Greg said, peeking around, still red in the face. "That's good," Jenn said as she finished putting on her pants. She looked at him and smiled. She's in a good mood today, Greg thought awkwardly. He remembered how foul-tempered she had seemed to be earlier. Maybe this whole group thing is growing on her, he thought.

"C'mon, Greg," she said, grabbing his hand, "Let's go see what Mr. Abraham wanted." Blushing, Greg gave no resistance. He had only one thought at the time: She's holding my hand!

---

Zach watched as Greg went into the tent and waited for what must have been at least five minutes before they came out. Slightly suspicious, Zach decided to instead ignore it. If Breal and Jennifer wanted to flirt, they could, just as long as the overall objective of this was completed. That is all that matters, Zach thought soundly.

Jenn was holding Greg's hand as they came out, and for some reason this made his stomach churn. Was it just the thought of Greg being happy that made Zach angry, or was it more then that? Did Zach's competitive rivalry with Greg go deeper than that? Dear God, Zach thought staring hard into the flames, am I going to start fighting over a pretty face?

Before Zach could continue into his personal conflict, Jennifer and Greg took a seat next to him on the log Abraham had told the kids to set up last night. Greg smiled slightly, blushing. Jenn looked happy, a lot happier than the day before. It made her very pretty, Zach realized. Shoving these thoughts aside, Zach looked out into the woods. It had almost been an hour ago that he had sent Treeko to gather berries. He will be back soon, Zach thought, not willing to question Treeko's loyalty. The precision with which Treeko followed orders proved that the two of them saw eye-to-eye in most things, including that Zach was in charge.

This in itself, Zach thought, would eliminate many problems. But he had to admit to himself, having more than a master-servant relationship with his PokeMon could be important. Perhaps the echidna had a point, Zach pondered. "So," Jennifer suddenly spoke up, still smiling beautifully, "What's up, Mr. Abraham?" Zach looked over at Abraham for the answer. This interested him. Zach wanted to know why all three students had to wake up just to sit around a fire. "What's up is a very fitting question, Ms. Jennifer," Abraham said, pointing skyward. "Do you see these trees?"

The three children nodded. Zach frowned. Great. I get stuck with the kook. "Yes..." Greg said, "What about them?" Abraham laughed, "Well, isn't it obvious? We're going to use them for training!" Scratch that, senile-old-kook. "How exactly do we do that?" Jennifer asked, confused. "Like this," Abraham shouted, throwing a rock into a tree. From the tree came surprised yelps and screeches. Pidgey's, Spearow's, and Tailows came into sight, escaping the excited tree. "There's PokeMon in all these trees?" Greg asked, standing now.

"Yes! That's how we'll be training for now, using these wild PokeMon. At least, until I'm ready to start moving," Abraham instructed. "Alright!" Greg said, pumping an arm into the air. "Cubone, Cyndaquil, come out here!" Crawling tiredly out of his makeshift tent, Zach watched as the two PokeMon struggled to wake up. Zach, shaking his head, instead snapped his fingers three times. He had already told Houndour to listen for this exact signal. And on command, Houndour appeared, moving quickly from his resting place to Zach's side. Jennifer ran back to her tent only to return with a partly awake Squirtle.

"All right," Zach murmured, "Let's do this."

---

"Squirtle," Jenn commanded, "use Tackle!" Growling menacingly, Squirtle charged at the Weedle, a caterpillar-like PokeMon with a venomous barb on its head. The Weedle, attempted to slide aside, but received the hit straight to its gut, fainting it instantly. "Good job!" Jenn cheered on. She looked down at her PokeDex. Since the team had separated to train on their own, Squirtle had leveled up twice by Association standards, meaning it was now at level seven and knew how to use Water Gun.

Although Jennifer was all very happy about this, she couldn't help by being distracted by her conversation with Greg from earlier in the morning. "Okay, Squirtle," Jenn called, "Let's take a break." Jenn sat down with Squirtle next to her. Suddenly, Squirtle asked, "Do you like the Greg boy?" Jenn found herself blushing. How does Squirtle know about things like that? "Only as a friend, Squirtle," she answered slowly. How the baby turtle PokeMon had any concept of love was beyond her. Maybe the professors at the academy let the PokeMon watch soap operas on television.

"I like the Greg boy too," Squirtle said, getting to her feet. "He is very nice," she said. "Yes," Jennifer agreed, "he is." Squirtle cuddled up against her trainer and Jenn forced a smile. How did she feel about Gregory Breal? How did he feel about her? Why am I thinking about all of this now? Jennifer had known Greg for a year now, but she realized that aside from the newspaper articles, she didn't really know anything about him. But that hadn't stopped her this morning... Jenn felt herself turn red thinking about it. Greg had been embarrassed and now she was too. How could I even consider dressing in front of him? Jenn took out a mirror. Inside was a picture of her, Kassy, and Mariah. She looked down at herself. She had indeed grown since then... In multiple ways. Am I really almost thirteen? she wondered, awed by how fast things had gone by. And Greg and Zach are both older than me, I think...

Her thoughts were stolen suddenly as something struck Squirtle from behind. "Oof!" she cried in surprise more than pain. "What the-" Jenn gasped as she stood up in surprise. While Squirtle laid on the grass, some odd bird PokeMon held it down. It held in one wing a kind of stick, and glared at her. Suddenly, someone walked out of the shadows.

"Heh, this is too easy. I found you without a problem," the shadow said. He sounded young, maybe twenty, but was tall. When he stepped out to where Jennifer could see him, she found that it didn't help any. The man was dressed in a black jumpsuit and wore a black beret and mask over his eyes, like the ones worn at the aristocratic parties of the Victorian era. To go along with his odd apparel, he also had a white armband tied to his right arm; on it was imprinted an oddly shaped rune, resembling a delta "^".

"Who are you?" Jennifer demanded. The shadow laughed in retort. "I'm your worst nightmare!" he shouted.

---

"Cyndaquil, watch out!" Greg yelled, warning Cyndaquil of the approaching attack. With cunning swiftness, Cyndaquil leaped out of the way, narrowly avoiding the Beedrill's attack.

"Good job, kid," the black-clad stranger said, "it looks like this will be a more interesting fight than I thought. Okay, now, Gulpin, use Swallow on Cubone!"

Greg felt the same vibe he had when he first battled Zach. He was in the zone now; no one could beat him. "Cubone, use Bonemerang before he gets the chance!" Cubone yelped excitedly as it threw its bone club with enough force to knock down a tree. The impact with Gulpin resulted in a sickening slurp as Gulpin was pounded multiple times by the flying club. Cubone caught the club and finally Gulpin fell to the ground. The stomach-like green PokeMon was defeated. The stranger grimaced. "Damn, this kid is good..."

"That's it," Greg said, "Cyndaquil, finish off Beedrill with a Flame Wheel attack!" Cyndaquil's back roared to life as it rolled into a tight ball and raced at Beedrill, smashing into the bee PokeMon with a fiery-tackle. Beedrill crumpled to the ground almost instantly. "Yeah!" Greg cried triumphantly. This was what he was born for.

---

Zach looked down at his opponent. Treeko had pinned him against the tree using Bullet Seed and Houndour had him trapped. The man groaned uneasily. He obviously hadn't expected to be thrashed by a kid, and now he was afraid. Zach would have smiled, but then he would begin losing control of the situation.

Instead, Zach threw his weight against the man, holding the man up against the tree by his shirt collar. "What are you doing here?" Zach growled, glaring straight into the stranger’s eye. The man was badly shaken, and stuttered. "I-I-I'm on a mission-" "Doing what?" Zach continued to interrogate. "Testing-" "Why?" Zach stopped him, unrelentlessly. "Boss said to-" "Who is your boss?" The man seemed to strengthen up now, "Heh, you'll never find out!" He then looked over at his hurt Abra that Zach had ruthlessly defeated earlier.

"Abra, teleport!"

"Dam nit, no!" Zach roared as the man dematerialized in his hands. "Damn!" Zach shouted. Houndour stepped back cautiously, sniffing the air. Treeko leapt to Zach's shoulder. "It is no problem, Zach," Treeko said, trying to calm him. Zach took a deep breath. "Fine," he said, "I agree, Treeko. Let's just go find the others. I'm not so sure that Jennifer would be okay on her own."

"Very well, Zach," Treeko obeyed coolly, seeming slightly excited. This is what Treeko liked, Zach realized. Just like him, Treeko had a thing for battling. Zach smiled, "Let's move out, Houndour, Treeko!"

---

Jennifer looked at her PokeDex ominously. This was her first Trainer battle, and she was slightly nervous. So far, Farfetched had turned out to be a fairly weak foe. Squirtle was holding up well.

"Squirtle," she commanded, "use Water Gun!" Squirtle fired a quick, powerful jet of water at the duck PokeMon, almost knocking out of the air entirely, but its trainer was quick to react. "Farfetched, use Gust!" Obeying, the bird began to flap its wings furiously, kicking up dust and wind. Squirtle tried to remain grounded, but found that it would be better off inside its shell for protection. "Use Withdraw!" Jennifer ordered to reinforce Squirtle's defenses. Hopefully, this would work-

"Houndour, Ember!" someone suddenly said. With an eerie quickness, Farfetched fell to the ground, smoldering from the attack. Zach appeared now. "Damn," the man said, "I better go now..." The man sprinted into the woods, taking only enough time to return his PokeMon. "What was that?" Jennifer asked Zach as he walked up to her. "I don't know," he said, "but I plan to find out. Let's find Greg and Abraham. Maybe they have some idea about what's happening here."

Great, Jennifer thought as she returned Squirtle to its ball, just one more problem. How else can this week get any weirder? As soon as she had thought that, she felt almost certain someone was watching them. On the other hand...

Someone could also be stalking us...

---

Next time; Chapter 13: First Encounter, Team Sin!

Demy
10th September 2006, 5:08 AM
This is a fantasic fic very enjoyable.
I like he way the story flows with the chapters

Demy

[Super_Fjord]
10th September 2006, 4:01 PM
This is a fantasic fic very enjoyable.
I like he way the story flows with the chapters

Demy

Thanks Demy. I'll try to get started a new chapter, but it won't be up until next week, sorry. (so...very...busy...)

Thanks again.

nimbus16
11th September 2006, 2:18 AM
Wow, amazing story. I'm completely hooked!
Please update soon =D

[Super_Fjord]
11th September 2006, 3:38 AM
Wow, amazing story. I'm completely hooked!
Please update soon =D

I'll try; I promise. I just wish that the 28th were sooner or that weekends and holidays weren't so short... It was different in the summer when I could update all the time, eh?

Oh well. I'll try to get something up by next weekend.

Thanks!

shadowlight
12th September 2006, 12:36 AM
I liked the chapter but I think that Jennifer should have gotten the chance to finish her battle
I liked how the story is progressing and I can't wait for the next chapter

Demy
13th September 2006, 11:19 AM
Just a tip [super Fjprd] update as reguarly as possiable (sp)

Demy

SPIKE06
13th September 2006, 11:56 PM
good to see we are moving along again. shame how busy you are and how demanding readers can be... but work at your own pace and we will be waiting

[Super_Fjord]
14th September 2006, 12:13 AM
good to see we are moving along again. shame how busy you are and how demanding readers can be... but work at your own pace and we will be waiting

Thanks, SPIKE. It's not that you guys are too demanding; more that I'm so overloaded with work now. I'll try to get that next chapter up by this Saturday.

Thanks for the reviews guys! Hopefully, the next chapter will be much longer. And shadlowlight, don't worry, Jenn'll finish her fight soon...

And Demy, thanks for the tip...

dash142
14th September 2006, 2:04 AM
Just finished reading all the chapters... I like this story alot. Are they gonna see Piggie and the others again?

Xinkc
6th October 2006, 1:27 AM
best story i've read this year...

last chapter was a little confusing but it worked just the same..

cyndaquil must be pretty powerful to know a level 27 move 2 days into the journey....^.^

keep up the great work

[Super_Fjord]
14th October 2006, 5:47 PM
Just finished reading all the chapters... I like this story alot. Are they gonna see Piggie and the others again?

Yes, they will see Piggie and the others again, as soon as I have time to write. Marching Band completely rules your life once you join, and it won't be done until November. Then I'll really be able to write, especially with all these new PokeMon...


best story i've read this year...

last chapter was a little confusing but it worked just the same..

cyndaquil must be pretty powerful to know a level 27 move 2 days into the journey....^.^

keep up the great work

Heh, yeah, the last chapter will be less confusing once the group gets into the city. Then things get more explained. And Jenn gets to actually finish her fight from earlier! -Whee!-

Thanks guys!

AerialAce!
15th October 2006, 4:45 AM
Wow... This fic is excellent! I can't wait for the next chapter. I'm fairly new to the fanfic forum, though my general intelligence lets me quickly catch on to new terminology. If the PM list is intended to inform readers of new chapters, PLEASE add me to it. I was hooked from the first installlment. :D

P.S. I know how tough marching band can be on restricting someone's free time. Since my friends joined, I've hardly had a chance to see them anymore. :(

Pokedex
15th October 2006, 6:38 AM
Wow, that was a very intriguing fic!
Good job, and keep up the good work ^^

[Super_Fjord]
13th November 2006, 12:30 AM
Wow... This fic is excellent! I can't wait for the next chapter. I'm fairly new to the fanfic forum, though my general intelligence lets me quickly catch on to new terminology. If the PM list is intended to inform readers of new chapters, PLEASE add me to it. I was hooked from the first installlment. :D

P.S. I know how tough marching band can be on restricting someone's free time. Since my friends joined, I've hardly had a chance to see them anymore. :(

Thank you very much. And yes. Band does dominate your life, but I have an announcement concerning that in a second...


Wow, that was a very intriguing fic!
Good job, and keep up the good work ^^

Thank you, PD. I will try my best.

Now, to my announcement:

Marching season is... OVER! My school got 3rd in this year's state marching competition and went from 21st to 3rd! Woo! Anyway, I know have so much free time it's not even funny. But...

But it has come to my attention that all of you still look for updates and I have recieved messages from most all posters at some point (Champ and SPIKE, especially) and they have pointed out that it might be a good idea, with an entire 4th generation of PokeMon recently added, that I start over.

I've decided that I agree that I could very well do that and perhaps even improve upon what I've started... While that may be, the decision really lies with my readers. So...

How many of you would like for me to start over, with new teams, new ideas, and a more expanded story?

Similarly, how many of you would rather have me just add these things as I go?

-Thanks for reading; just PM me your opinions.

dash142
16th November 2006, 12:53 AM
You should keep going. Don't start over. Just don't.

Psychic Umbreon
16th November 2006, 1:03 AM
Thanks for reading; just PM me your opinions.

Dash142: Please read what the author posts next time.

Masumi
19th November 2006, 10:35 AM
I absolutly love your writing, you did a great job at the beginning and you are still doing a good job. ^^

dash142
22nd November 2006, 12:05 AM
Dash142: Please read what the author posts next time.


I did both, that way it might be more convincing.

DKzM0mA
5th December 2006, 4:28 AM
No, don't start over. It's AWESOME as it is, much better than mine.

You started off GREAT, with nice description, good solid beginning, good characters in general. Trust me, it's awesome.

Greg has a nice personality, and a somewhat interesting background. But Daamn, his dad must've loved his mom ALOT to actually blame her death on his little, not even 6 year old son. Zack, seems like an evil robot. Most likely has some beef with the evil team of this story. If anything his parents probably died to them or something I dunno. Jennifer is a naughty girl, nuff said.

Anyways, DON'T START ALL OVER AGAIN. It's a waste of the good shiet you already got down.

Anyways /school homework can be a *****, but now i'm nearly free from hmwrk(chirstmas ftw), and after reading your story, it was what i needed to get my *** started again.

Thanks bro and can't wait for the next chapter.

Matt Silver
5th December 2006, 7:03 AM
For some reason, I'm reminded of Sepiroth from FF7 in Zack (Wears all black, white/silvery kinda hair).

I like the story you have here. Greg is a nice hero, becuase he isn't perfect, because of his past. I still dont see how it could be his fault that he didnt save his mother from a very scary pokemon for a 5 year old or the fact he didnt lead her to her death, right?

Jenn- I like her a bit, she dips in and out with mood swings, and I think it was very uncalled for when she snapped at Greg for being a loser and weak.

Anyway, what I think doesnt matter much, keep up the good work Fjord!

Bootsie_B
13th December 2006, 7:56 AM
I finally finished reading it. AWESOME. BEST FANFIC EVER.
KEEP GOING. DON'T START OVER.

[Super_Fjord]
14th December 2006, 3:55 AM
Alright, I've waited a while, and starting this weekend, I should have a decently long chapter up. Now, for these reviews and comments!

Oh! And an announcement at the end. :-P


No, don't start over. It's AWESOME as it is, much better than mine.

You started off GREAT, with nice description, good solid beginning, good characters in general. Trust me, it's awesome.

Greg has a nice personality, and a somewhat interesting background. But Daamn, his dad must've loved his mom ALOT to actually blame her death on his little, not even 6 year old son. Zack, seems like an evil robot. Most likely has some beef with the evil team of this story. If anything his parents probably died to them or something I dunno. Jennifer is a naughty girl, nuff said.

Anyways, DON'T START ALL OVER AGAIN. It's a waste of the good shiet you already got down.

Anyways /school homework can be a *****, but now i'm nearly free from hmwrk(chirstmas ftw), and after reading your story, it was what i needed to get my *** started again.

Thanks bro and can't wait for the next chapter.

Thanks, DKzM0ma. I've been listening to everyone's suggestions, and I will announce what I'll be doing next. Thank for so much for your review. As for Greg's dad... there's a bigger story to it all. You'll see soon enough. ;-) At Zach, he is very... aloof. Certaintly. But he cares more than he shows, I think. As for his conflicts with the team.. It only gets better from here. :-D

And Jenn is very naughty. Don't doubt it for a second! :-P


For some reason, I'm reminded of Sepiroth from FF7 in Zack (Wears all black, white/silvery kinda hair).

I like the story you have here. Greg is a nice hero, becuase he isn't perfect, because of his past. I still dont see how it could be his fault that he didnt save his mother from a very scary pokemon for a 5 year old or the fact he didnt lead her to her death, right?

Jenn- I like her a bit, she dips in and out with mood swings, and I think it was very uncalled for when she snapped at Greg for being a loser and weak.

Anyway, what I think doesnt matter much, keep up the good work Fjord!

Actually, I can see why he'd remind you of Sepiroth. But there's no real Cloud-like character in this story, so I must have missed it. ;-)

As for the incident being his fault... The fact of the matter is, Greg comes from a very small town where there are no or very few wild PokeMon. The sudden appearance of a Tryanitar is... eh... questionable at best. Plus, there's backstory involved that you'll see later. (So much of it, too!)

Jenn, just to be honest, is having a hard time getting into this group. Greg and Zach's fighting has her on edge, methinks, and it has been manifesting itself in almost violent reactions towards people she may actually care about. Plus, she's basically a teen. Guys aren't the most calm subject for her anymore. ;-P


I finally finished reading it. AWESOME. BEST FANFIC EVER.
KEEP GOING. DON'T START OVER.

I think that basically settles matters then. Here's my announcement!

I will NOT be starting over! I say that I will push onward! And after finishing... well, it'll be fun finishing the series and then posting revised versions with better grammar and the good stuff. ;-)

So yeah: Chapter this weekend! Believe it!

Matt Silver
14th December 2006, 4:12 AM
Can't wait for the next chapter Fjord, I'll be sure to review it.

See Ya then!

Bootsie_B
14th December 2006, 7:10 AM
YAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!! Now I have something to look foward to this weekend!

Also, about chapter five... BLAAARG! Icky.

*Four days later* So, uh... done yet? Been waiting four days.It's already Monday here. DON'T DISAPPOINT YOUR FANS, [Super_Fjord]!!!!!!!

[Super_Fjord]
19th December 2006, 12:38 AM
*Four days later* So, uh... done yet? Been waiting four days.It's already Monday here. DON'T DISAPPOINT YOUR FANS, [Super_Fjord]!!!!!!!

Unfortunately, no, I'm not done. :(

All this past weekend, I haven't even been able to access the forums... So I didn't get the chance to type it up and post it. Even worse, I have final exams all this week, so it'll have to wait until Friday when I get out for Christmas break.

Sorry guys. :(

Bootsie_B
19th December 2006, 12:42 AM
Aww....... *Sniff*....... Now I have nothing to look foward to.......

dash142
19th December 2006, 7:55 AM
You have another week? Dang, that stinks. But atleast I know it's coming. I had finals last week, they were pretty easy... except P.E. They told a bunch of stuff about basketball, then gave a test right after that. We didn't even get a written review... Just an oral one. Then the test right after that. I got a 60 on it..

Bootsie_B
19th December 2006, 8:03 AM
Since I live in Australia, I have no idea what "finals" are. Some kind of test?
Anyway... I only havce to wait another few days..... YAAAAY!!!!

[Super_Fjord]
19th December 2006, 1:19 PM
Since I live in Australia, I have no idea what "finals" are. Some kind of test?
Anyway... I only havce to wait another few days..... YAAAAY!!!!

Yeah, they're the big tests for High School here in the states. It accounts for almost 20% of our grade, I think. So yeah, these are considered very important. ^_^

Bootsie_B
19th December 2006, 1:25 PM
Ahh... Indeed. I see.
In Australia, we don't have just one massively important test, we have many, many small ones. Occasionally, there comes the really big important test, but usually only once a year, and I'm not entirely sure if any of it counts towards our grade...
We don't exactly have a yearly "Grade". We have one Report Card for each half of the year.

qwerqwer
21st December 2006, 12:18 AM
wow, i cant believe i just saw this fic. it's so good! however, it reminds me alot of xXSaberXx's cross of fates. No matter, there are enough defferences.
by the way, is there a pm list?

[Super_Fjord]
21st December 2006, 1:24 PM
wow, i cant believe i just saw this fic. it's so good! however, it reminds me alot of xXSaberXx's cross of fates. No matter, there are enough defferences.
by the way, is there a pm list?

Yes, there is. Would you like to be added? The next chapter will be up by Saturday for sure, seeing as I get Friday off and will have all day to write as long and good a chapter as possible.

Then I'll get Christmas break to make up for a couple of chapters. :P

qwerqwer
21st December 2006, 10:14 PM
yes
and this sentence is for the post requirment

Bootsie_B
21st December 2006, 11:43 PM
PM list...? I'm new to this business, so I have no idea what that means.

But anyway, could you put me on it?

AerialAce!
21st December 2006, 11:48 PM
PM list...? I'm new to this business, so I have no idea what that means.

But anyway, could you put me on it?

'tis a list of people that the author will contact when there's a new chapter out, or other similar business.

Bootsie_B
21st December 2006, 11:51 PM
Ah. Well, seeing as I have altered my settings so that SerebiiForums sends me an e-mail every time someone replies to one of my subscribed threads, I won't really be needing it, but who cares? Could you please put me on the List, [Super_Fjord]?

Bootsie_B
21st December 2006, 11:54 PM
Ah. I see. Since I have altered my settings so that SerebiiForums will send me an e-mail every time someone replies to one of my subscribed threads, I won't really need it, but who cares? Could you please put me on the List, [Super_Fjord]?

[Super_Fjord]
22nd December 2006, 12:26 AM
Ah. I see. Since I have altered my settings so that SerebiiForums will send me an e-mail every time someone replies to one of my subscribed threads, I won't really need it, but who cares? Could you please put me on the List, [Super_Fjord]?

I'll add both you and qwerqwer. :)

Chapter will be completely written tomorrow I hope... and posted by Saturday at the latest!

[Super_Fjord]
23rd December 2006, 6:18 AM
About time I got around to posting this! Am I right? =) Yay for 11 pages of chapter! (Yeah, it's actually 11 pages.)
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Chapter 13: First Encounter, Team Sin!
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Cursing: Some
Gore/Violence: YES!!
Stuff: Terrence is probably one of my favorite characters to write for, just before anyone asks. =P


Terrence observed silently from his perch on the hillside. From his vantage point on the hill, Terrence could watch as his grunts attacked the targets using binoculars. He knew he wasn’t actually supposed to be doing this, but his natural curiosity as a spy had taken over and led him to abandon ‘Kitty’. He scoffed at the little nickname given to her. She merited more respect from Eriksson than she got. She would be more than fine without him, and Eriksson probably would like a report on this embarrassment.

Smiling, Terrence watched as one by one, the children defeated the Sin agents. Eriksson had shown special interest in this group, particularly the two boys, and now Terrence saw why. His curiosity had once again been spiked. He had to put these children to a real test.

He very quickly noticed one thing in particular; one boy was separated from the other two children. How tempting… Pulling at his mustache and putting on his battling gloves, Terrence grabbed a PokéBall from his pocket and clutched it. Today would prove to be very interesting.

---

Greg ran through the woods, going by whatever sound he could. Cyndaquil sat on his shoulder, silent, tense. Greg was both worried and excited by what was happening. He wasn’t completely sure why he was excited, but he knew why he was worried. Mr. Abraham had been left alone at camp, and Jenn was alone in the middle of the woods. Not ideal conditions when being attacked by some gang.

Shifting his weight to avoid a wayward branch, Greg felt Cyndaquil’s weight disappear from his shoulder. Looking to his side to see what happened, Greg could saw that the echidna PokéMon had abandoned him for the time being. Looking around frantically, Greg called out to Cyndaquil, hands raised to his mouth to extend his range.

“Cyndaquil! Where are you, buddy?” After calling his name about four times, Greg suddenly noticed Cyndaquil standing with his back to him, looking through a bush. Why’s he ignoring me? Greg wondered. He stepped towards Cyndaquil only to see what his PokéMon was watching almost too late.

The creature, whatever it was, moved slowly, drinking from a small creek that ran parallel to the tree line ahead. The beast was a lucid black, and reflective, as if it were some kind of armor. It had five long tendrils that moved very slightly, almost giving the impression that they were their own organism, that emerged from somewhere beneath the dark, suit-like encasement. The creature had thick, powerful black legs with large claw-like toes, a long spiked tail, and two arms that almost resembled blades. Greg tried to find the creature’s head, but couldn’t see it past the powerful arms and its back. He wondered if it was a PokéMon or something else. Whatever it was, it had an aura of unnaturalness.

Suddenly, whatever it was lifted its head, almost causing Greg to gasp from the quickness of the large creature. It’s head a similarly armor like, with two glowing, pupil-less, green eyes and an odd looking snout. It seemed reptilian in appearance, but this creature moved more fluidly, and less mechanically than a reptile. It had a thick neck that and a sort of frill at the back of the head that gave it even more reptilian look.

Rising to its legs with it arms carried under it, Greg realized that whatever this was acted somewhat like the dinosaurs from movies, or even a bear. It carried its shorter, but still powerful looking arms, near its belly, and raised its head, taking a large sniff of the air. The beast slowly rotated its head, its empty eyes glowing. To Greg’s horror, Cyndaquil had walked out into the clearing where the creature stood.

“Cyndaquil!” Greg hissed, but it was too late. The creature and Cyndaquil stood only five meters apart, at most. Cyndaquil hooted quietly and waited for a response. The creature inhaled, exhaled, and then their came a low, resonant rumble mixed with a sort of airy raspy hiss. Cyndaquil, apparently carrying on a conversation, replied in what almost sounded like a sneeze to Greg, but he could understand him.

“What are you?” Cyndaquil had asked. The creature gazed at Cyndaquil for a moment, and then looked back at the woods and hissed again. Damn. Greg felt the hair on his head and on his arms lift. Fear froze him in place. He knew that the creature could see him, and as he looked at the creature’s eyes, Greg found he couldn’t look away.

Cyndaquil sensed this and squealed at the beast, “That is my trainer, Greg. He is a good friend.” Greg would have appreciated this more if he didn’t think that this thing could kill him very quickly. Suddenly the creature spoke in a way that Greg could understand.

“I am Gunnr.” Greg felt himself shake, whether with fear or awe, he couldn’t tell. “Come forward, human. You have nothing to fear from me, just as I have nothing to fear from you.”

Not feeling like he was in the position to object, Greg found himself moving towards the creature that called itself Gunnr. He now stood next to Cyndaquil, who jumped back to his perch on Greg’s shoulder, his presence reassuring Greg very little. The creature inhaled and exhaled once more.

“There is much for you to learn, young one, and very little time to learn it,” Gunnr rumbled powerfully. Closer now, Greg could see that the pitch black armor was not as sleek and shiny as he had thought; Gunnr’s body was pitted with scars and blemished by dents. One he could see the best slashed through one of its eyes, which he could see glowed dimmer the its other eye.

“What do you mean?” Greg found himself asking, forcing himself to speak. The creature shifted closer and Greg felt himself shrink away. Greg was about 5’5’’ now, and Gunnr stood at least three feet taller than him. The lights of Gunnr’s eyes suddenly extinguished and Greg realized that the creature had blinked, very slowly. Opening its eyes, Gunnr rumbled once more.

“All will be explained in eventually, Gregory. In time, you shall meet me once more. Until then, I discourage that you speak of my presence here. The fact that I exist is not a fact this world is ready to face yet.”

Greg was bewildered, and concerned. “Why don’t you-” but before Greg could continue, Gunnr’s eyes suddenly became much brighter, and the beast disappeared into thin air. To hear his voice again caught Greg off guard.

“Until we meet again, young one.”

Cyndaquil took a deep breath, and Greg could feel him relax somewhat. “Do you know what just happened, Cyndaquil?” Greg asked. Cyndaquil sneezed quietly, and said, “No, Greg. But that thing sure was scary.” Greg sighed, thinking that he could never agree more.

“Come on, Cyndaquil,” Greg said, regaining whatever composure he had, “We better go find the others. We can worry about whatever the hell that was later.”

---

Jennifer followed Zach and Houndour as quietly as she could in the middle of a forest, where every stray twig could be their undoing. I have got to learn to be more positive, Jenn thought to herself angrily. But she could see why she was feeling so anxious. She and Zach had been searching for nearly an hour and they had not caught up to Greg or the Team Sin members Zach had defeated.

“Keep up,” Zach grumbled. He was irritated with the progress they had made, which wasn’t much. “We’ll never find anyone if we don’t get move along.”

“You try running through the woods in a skirt…” Jenn muttered, glaring at him. Zach either ignored her or just hadn’t heard her in the first place because he kept pace behind Houndour just as he had before.

Jenn had insisted before that they head back towards camp, but Zach made it clear that they should find the Team Sin member first. “What about Greg?” she’d asked. “He’ll be fine on his own. He’s a loser, but not as big a loser as these goons.” Jennifer interpreted that as the first compliment Zach had given the entire time they’d been in a squad. One of her more optimistic thoughts for today.

The two trainers kept up with the dog PokéMon fairly well, but there was always some distance between them as Houndour scouted the path he was following, probably made by the very people they were now chasing.

“Wait,” Zach said suddenly, putting his arm up to stop Jennifer who nearly ran into him. Houndour sniffed at the ground not far away and growled menacingly towards some trees.

“What’s wrong?” Jenn asked, confused by Houndour’s behavior. Was it someone? Something? Zach didn’t answer and moved slowly towards his PokéMon, carefully watching the trees. Both Houndour and Zach were suspicious of something, and it bothered Jenn immensely to not know why.

In a quick movement, a snake-like creature struck from above, knocking Houndour to the ground, incapacitated, and then hitting Zach with enough force to send him flying into another tree. Jennifer watched in amazement as the trainer she fought earlier reappeared, sitting in a tree, smiling as his Ekans rattled its tail threateningly, hissing at her.

“Alright, girl, we finish this now,” he laughed, getting down from the tree and pointing at her challengingly. He grinned widely, obviously thinking he would have no trouble dispatching her.

Alright, jerk, Jenn thought, now feeling mad and tired of this, “I won’t lose!”

---

Zach was having trouble breathing, and opening his eyes made his head pound furiously. Damn snake, he thought, struggling to stay conscious. The Ekans had really beat him down. And Houndour was in no condition to fight after a hit like that.

Don’t mess up, Jenn, he thought warily, we can’t risk everything in the first damn week of training.

---

Jennifer very quickly released Squirtle and got ready to fight. “Alright, Squirtle, let’s do this!” she said, hoping to pump it up. She really wanted to show this guy not to mess with her. And she could only do that by kicking his butt. That was her basic strategy by this point.

“Ekans,” the man began, “Use Wrap!”

The snake PokéMon launched itself, hoping to coil around Squirtle, but Jenn was ready for this, she thought. “Squirtle, hit it with Water Gun!” Taking a step back to gain some distance from the rapidly approaching Ekans, Squirtle inhaled quickly, and when she exhaled, released a harsh stream of water that hit Ekans in midair, sending it sprawling to the ground.

“Use Poison Sting!” the man ordered. Ekans, acting from where it had landed, lifted its head to spit out poisonous barbs from its mouth that resembled needles. Jenn wasn’t quite sure what to do for this.

“Use Withdraw, Squirtle!” she ordered, uncertainty lingering in her voice. Squirtle responded quickly, though, thrusting its limbs into her shell. The barbs pecked at the shell, but left no visible damage. Good, Jenn thought confidently, this won’t be so bad after all.

“Squirtle, attack with Tackle!” Jenn commanded, confidence rising back into her voice. Squirtle moved more quickly now, getting into the battle again, and relinquished the protection of her shell to charge at Ekans.

“Now, Ekans, use Bite!” the Team Sin grunt ordered, hoping to gain some kind of advantage. Unfortunately for Ekans, Squirtle had already gotten to close for it to act sufficiently, and Squirtle managed to jump out of the way only to hit Ekans from behind. Jenn was slightly taken aback; she had no idea that Squirtle could act so effectively on her own in the middle of a battle, knowing how to dodge such quick attacks. She’d have to remember that for later.

“Alright, Squirtle, let’s get this over with! Use Water Gun again!” Jenn shouted, hoping to benefit from Ekans slowing down. Hopefully, it was close to being knocked out. The little turtle PokéMon once again jumped back from Ekans and exhaled to gain pressure for the powerful stream of water. It was then that the man chose to attack.

“Use Poison Fang, Ekans!” the man yelled excitedly, hoping to score a quick win. Damn, Jenn thought, suddenly worried for Squirtle. There was no way she’d be able to dodge this now. And she was right. Ekans quickly crunched into Squirtle’s shell, causing her to cry out with some pain. Jenn hoped that her shell hadn’t been damaged. Going by instinct, Squirtle pulled herself into her shell in fear. Jenn felt herself go cold. If she didn’t do something, this man might kill Squirtle.

---

Terrence observed quietly from behind some trees as the boy ‘Greg’ interacted with something he never expected to see here, let alone living. It was something you might expect to see in history books, he thought. I should report to Eriksson, Terrence thought and turned to leave, but then stopped. A grin flickered into place. But then I’d be breaking direct orders. I suppose this secret is just between the boy and I.

Before becoming a spy for Eriksson, or rather, more of a slave he thought, Terrence Smith had worked as a black ops. intelligence officer in the field. It had been his job to obtain highly classified and dangerous information from enemies of the state. Usually, they were thugs like the ones he was now working along side, but since Eriksson was in control… Terrence scowled and pushed the thoughts from his head. New regime, he reminded himself, new rules.

As the former commander of the nations police force, Terrence had really always acted under Eriksson, but not as directly as he did now. The governor held a lot of power, all of it given to him by the very politicians that Terrence had worked against in the previous regime. But that would be dealt with later. For now, Terrence had to cooperate, or he’d never accomplish his ultimate goal in all of this.

Learning as much as he could about Eriksson’s interests were vital, and Terrence had just located two of them in one sweep. The creature had disappeared, and Terrence couldn’t tell exactly what had happened, but it would all be learned in time. As long as the boy cooperated, anyway. Terrence smiled. He had his own ways of making people cooperate.

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“Squirtle, use Tail Whip!” Jenn ordered desperately, but to no prevail. Squirtle lashed with her tail as hard as possible, but the strain proved fruitless as Ekans only tightened its bite, venom oozing from its mouth as several loud cracks caused Jenn to jump. She hoped that had been the damn snakes teeth and not Squirtle’s shell.

“Come on, Ekans,” the man ranted, getting bored, “just finish the damn thing off so we can go!” Ekans rattled its tail fiercely in response and continued to tighten, writhing its long body and shaking Squirtle in its maw.

“Squirtle, hit it in the face with Water Gun!” Jenn cried out, nearing tears as Squirtle yelped in pain once more. Squirtle inhaled, and tears in her eyes, managed to get enough pressure to badly bruise Ekans’ head. She hoped it would encourage Ekans to let go, but it appeared to only make the snake more irate.

Shaking its head more fiercely, Ekans still tightened, writhing disgustingly and kicking up leaves and grasses from the forest floor. Jenn had to think of something quickly, or this battle would end badly. She strained her thoughts, and now took her PokéDex from her belt and looked at it. Squirtle’s health wasn’t low enough to cause panic, but she could see that the turtle PokéMon was frightened.

Jennifer tried to think of what else to do. Squirtle couldn’t tackle without any momentum to gain power, and Water Gun had proven inefficient. Withdrawing wouldn’t help offensively, and Tail Whip wasn’t effective either… She was stuck then. Damnit, Greg, she thought, her eyes tearing up, where are you?

---

Cyndaquil stayed amazingly quiet as Greg moved through the woods. He knew that the echidna’s thoughts were with the creature, or perhaps the others, but he could understand why Cyndaquil hadn’t spoken. This was all just… weird.

Greg’s thoughts always seemed to lead back to Gunnr, though. He had stop worrying about anything else at this point. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem like any kind of PokéMon, at least not in the sense he understood. It seemed less… real. Whatever it was, Gunnr had obviously been in many battles, as his scars and armor seemed to tell, and he was obviously ancient in some way. Older than this very land…

Thrust back to reality by a sudden crunching noise to his left, Greg felt Cyndaquil flare up with fear, his back alight in anticipation of a fight. “What was that?” Cyndaquil squealed, tense now. “I’m… not sure. Gunnr?”

“Gunnr? I’m afraid I haven’t heard that name before,” a British accent answered, followed by a man in a fairly nice suit appearing from behind some bushes. He had a handsome mustache and face with deep, blue eyes and well trimmed and kept hair. He wore a sort of suit and wore some white gloves. In one hand he carried a bowler hat.

“Oh, um…” Greg was embarrassed now. It’s just some guy.

“Sorry if I frightened you. I didn’t expect anyone else to be walking through this way,” the man said with a pleasant smile. He walked towards Greg and held out his hand, “Glad to meet you, gov’ner. The name’s Terrence Smith.”

“Greg Breal,” Greg said, taking his hand. He disregarded the fact that Terrence’s face very quickly and subtly contorted. Cyndaquil had put out his flame and sniffed curiously at the newcomer. Terrence grinned and petted Cyndaquil softly on the head, gaining a small sneeze and relaxing Terrence.

“I see you’re a rookie trainer,” Terrence said, “What’re you doing out here alone? I thought that all rookies were put into groups now.” Greg was taken aback. He hadn’t realized that this had been announced all that much. He must have heard from someone at the academy or something.

“We were training by ourselves when I was attacked by soon goon,” Greg explained warily, noting the surprised look on Terrence’s face. He seemed trustworthy, or at least very nice. “My my!” Terrence exclaimed, “What the world has come too! Thugs attacking small groups of kids! That’s a bugger.”

Terrence folded his arms, tapping his bowler’s hat against his side. “Tell you what, kid,” Terrence said, putting his hat on and straightening it, smiling once again, “I’ll help you find your friends if you agree to accompany me to Aquara City.”

Greg smiled, engaged by the young man’s friendliness. He seemed like someone he could trust, at least to help him find the others. “Sure,” Greg said, nodding, “that’d be great.”

“Very good. Now, let’s get the bloody hell out of here,” Terrence said with a half-cocked grin, “we should head towards wherever you kids set up camp, if you did. We can reorganize from there.”

“Yeah, alright,” Greg agreed. “It’s this way, I think, come on.” Greg led with Terrence Smith close behind and Cyndaquil sitting on his shoulder. Maybe Mr. Abraham will know what to do.

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Professor Warren sat quietly inside his office, almost brooding. His mind had still not left the conversation he had with Mitchell Eriksson only a few days before. The same day two of his best, and honestly, his favorite, students had left. He was technically on break now, but Warren was too tired to attempt to leave. My age is catching up with me.

Warren looked at his window and thought of all his major accomplishments. He had been Lieutenant in the most powerful non-military organization in the world, only to leave to become a standard civilian trainer. He had excelled at that too, quickly joining the ranks of Elite Trainers. That had been nearly fifteen years ago now. Back when he was only in his late twenties. He was thirty-two when he was named an Elite Trainer, and was now forty-seven years old and feeling every minute of it in this moment.

He now examined the successes of his comrades, and now, whom he wanted to consider his enemies. First of all was Mitchell Eriksson. Younger, stronger, and smarter than Warren, Eriksson was made Chief after capturing several serious criminals through only weeks on investigation. They had actually been Warren’s cases, but his young partner had definitely earned his first major spot. And back then Warren had been proud of the young prodigy. But four years later, Warren left on his training journey.

Next was Rebecca ‘Kitty’ Veinstone. She was made Lieutenant in Warren’s absence, after he first left, suspecting Eriksson of foul play and of being a power-hungry monster. It was only recently that he realized how right he was. But Rebecca probably knew this. If there was anyone more loyal to Eriksson than Kitty, he had yet to meet them. Cruel, logical, and apathetic, Kitty was perfect as Eriksson’s spearhead for his own brand of super-efficient justice. Warren feared her far more than he respected her, partly because she was now even more powerful under Eriksson. She was the newly proclaimed ‘Overseer of Peace’ who ensured the safety of the people. Most likely by killing whoever Eriksson saw as a threat to himself.

Finally was Terrence Smith. Warren smiled. It had been many years since they had last seen each other, but of all the people now pulled into Eriksson’s regime, Terrence was the only one he trusted. Probably because Terrence hated Eriksson even more than Warren.

Warren had met Terrence once while he was still lieutenant, back when Terrence was still an intelligence ‘officer’ for the government. Since then, Terrence had officially been reduced to observation duty, to utilize his talents without risk. The second time, after Eriksson had been elected the first time, Terrence had met with Warren once in Pyre Town in a café while investigating the death of a local woman. Kitty had come too, but decided to leave as Eriksson had wanted. Terrence, always the one to bend rules to their limits and knowing he was not replaceable even for Mitchell Eriksson, decided to stay and catch up with his old friend. He still remembered the entire conversation.

“It’s been a while, Terrence,” Warren said. Terrence half-grinned and sipped from his drink, nodding. He smiled broadly after he was finished.

“Too long if you ask me, Warren,” Smith said, shaking his head and sighing. He looked around the pub and frowned slightly. “You hear about this bloody case?” he asked seriously.

“Not really, Terrence. Mostly rumors. Was it really Senator Breal?” Warren asked, fearing the worst. Of all of Eriksson’s critics, the most loved by the people of Terras was Senator Katherine Breal, a moderate politician who hoped to make life better for the people of places like her hometown, Pyre Town. Terrence sighed, and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples.

“Yes. The official word is that a wild Tryanitar attacked her early this morning. God Damnit… Her bloody kid watched her get mauled, Warren.”

Warren swallowed some of his drink and let the whiskey burn his throat. This wasn’t good at all. “What the hell is a Tryanitar doing out here on an island?”

“Bloody hell, Warren,” Terrence spat angrily, “we both know how it got here. The gov’ner’s always had a soft spot for the damn things.” Terrence was of course referring to Eriksson’s very popular idea of releasing fully mature endangered PokéMon into the wild in desolate places like Pyre Island in hopes of regaining a good population of powerful PokéMon. Senator Breal had spoken out against it, claiming that it would only cause more havoc in already unstable areas of Terras.

”You see all this Warren?” Terrence asked suddenly.

“See what, Terrence?” Warren asked, thinking he knew the answer anyway.

“All of this. All these poor people,” Terrence said empathetically, waving his hand for emphasis. He was correct; the entire town was very poor, one of the poorest in the country, and the people were every bit as depressed as their economy. “They were promised change, Warren, and Eriksson doesn’t care at all. It isn’t right.”

Warren had to agree. Terrence had always been like this; he had a strong sense of right and wrong, and was highly intelligent and sympathetic at the same time. He was good-natured, and Warren knew that Terrence hated being involved with the regime that he was being forced to fight for.

“You’re right,” Warren said, “But what can we do about it, Terrence?”

Terrence finally grinned again, his winning grin, his confident grin. Combined with his handsome face and attractive mustache, Terrence had won over many security boards and wooed even more women. “You’ll see, Warren. The Governor will regret ever living as long as I have something to say about it.”

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As Terrence walked along with Greg, his mind wondered back to eight years ago, when this boy was so young… and his entire life fell apart. To see him again and realize that it was him had caught Terrence completely off guard. It made him remember things he had said before, things he had promised. Things he thought he’d have to abandon.

But now…

“Mr. Terrence, we’re getting closer, just to let you know,” Greg called back to him, his Cyndaquil hanging to his shoulder and chirping cheerfully about the prospect of a short rest. Terrence smiled and called back, “Very good, lad, it’d be best to take a break once we’re at the camp so we’ll be ready to go find your companions.”

“Alright!”

Smiling, Terrence found himself hurting. This kid was the reason he had finally decided to begin his turn against Eriksson. Perhaps, one day, this kid would be the one to help him finish the job he and Warren had started eight years ago. He hoped so. For all of Terras’ sake. Forget the creature, forget Kitty and Eriksson… Terrence had a new mission.

He had to make sure this kid made it to the top. For Katherine. For William. For Warren. For myself.

---

As Gregory Breal and Terrence Smith walked towards the campsite of Bravo Squad, neither had any idea that they were being watched over by magnificent forces.

"You should not have made contact so quickly, Gunnr," one being said. "Such a rash move may risk everything we have in plan."

Gunnr lifted its large head and hissed, responding in its powerful voice, "You are in no position to speak of action. If we had acted sooner, more could be avoided. It is clear to me that eons of sleep have clouded your better judgment, comrade."

"I, however, have been very active over the past century," Gunnr concluded, "and I know very well what I am doing. The child can be trusted. And he has surrounded himself with people who share similar objectives to us. In the end, all will go as we will it."

The other being made an equivalent of a sigh, knowing it could not argue as long as Gunnr was so certain. "I suppose you are right, comrade. But I still hope you will take better care to make contact less crudely. Next time, we will have to explain much more to him."

Taking a deep breath and closing its eyes, Gunnr answered, "Do not worry, Hildr."

"I will make sure that all is prepared for the end."

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Next time, Chapter 14: Abraham's Secret Technique!

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*Note: Gunnr is pronounced [Gu-nor].
Hildr is pronounced [Hill-dire].


SPOILER: Yeah, just for explanation purposes.

And both are real words. Just in old Norse. :-P And both are common nouns for the word 'battle', although in Norse myths, Hildr was the name of a
Valkyrie who healed the wounded or dead and Gunnr was a valkyrie warrior. Plot importance? Hmm... Perhaps. :-P

Bootsie_B
23rd December 2006, 7:16 AM
Before I read the new chapter, I must say this: *Drooling, slobbering noises* NEW CHAPTER! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!

Finished! YAAAAAAAAAY! awesome! The only problem was that in this chapter, almost every time he was mntioned, you spelt Zach's name as Zack. Other than that, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!

AerialAce!
23rd December 2006, 7:27 AM
Okay, Terrence was fun to read about. I loved the stereotypical British accent ;)

Foreshadowing is always good, and I'm loving the overall movement of the plot. More than anything, I'm just happy for a new chapter!

Oh darn, no spelling or grammar mistakes for me to pick on... :p

My only complaint lies within this sentence:

He stepped towards Cyndaquil only to see what his PokéMon was watching almost too late.
I don't know what it is, but that part didn't "sound" right when I read it. Then, when I try to imagine how to fix it, I can't come up with anything. Oh well, akward sentences are unavoidable sometimes.

dash142
23rd December 2006, 9:09 AM
Good chapter. I knew I heard of Hildr and Gunnr somewhere before... Hm, I can't tell is Terrance is good or bad.

Diddy
23rd December 2006, 4:57 PM
Now you, I like.

You got the typical british person in one. None of this cup of tea, crumpets stuff (Even though, I am partial to the odd cup of tea when offered and crumpets) Were not all from Buckinghamshire you know.

How long has it been since the last chapter, I know you said you were waiting for the D/P pokemon to be released, which i dont mind, but it was quite a while.

YAY! for no super posh brit. YAY! for new chapter. It was great to read and I hope you can carry on.

[Super_Fjord]
23rd December 2006, 5:17 PM
Before I read the new chapter, I must say this: *Drooling, slobbering noises* NEW CHAPTER! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!

Finished! YAAAAAAAAAY! awesome! The only problem was that in this chapter, almost every time he was mntioned, you spelt Zach's name as Zack. Other than that, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!

I noticed that as soon as I had posted it... around 11:45. I was too tired to go back and change it, but yes, his name is Zachary, not Zackary. :)


Okay, Terrence was fun to read about. I loved the stereotypical British accent

Foreshadowing is always good, and I'm loving the overall movement of the plot. More than anything, I'm just happy for a new chapter!

Oh darn, no spelling or grammar mistakes for me to pick on...

My only complaint lies within this sentence:
Quote:
He stepped towards Cyndaquil only to see what his PokéMon was watching almost too late.
I don't know what it is, but that part didn't "sound" right when I read it. Then, when I try to imagine how to fix it, I can't come up with anything. Oh well, akward sentences are unavoidable sometimes.

To be honest, Burninator, that part didn't sound write when I wrote it. I just couldn't see any other way to get my point across at the time, I suppose. :p
And Terrence really is so much fun for me to write for... because he's just that kind of character I guess. I'm hoping that his importance to the story will become clear soon enough, because this guy's sticking around. ;)


Good chapter. I knew I heard of Hildr and Gunnr somewhere before... Hm, I can't tell is Terrance is good or bad.

Yes, Hildr and Gunnr are actually quite important in Norse mythology and in the language itself. Just fun facts. :p As for Terrence, the reason I like him so much is because you can't really tell just what his intentions are or which side he's on. He's kind of a rogue character, really, I think.


Now you, I like.

You got the typical british person in one. None of this cup of tea, crumpets stuff (Even though, I am partial to the odd cup of tea when offered and crumpets) Were not all from Buckinghamshire you know.

How long has it been since the last chapter, I know you said you were waiting for the D/P pokemon to be released, which i dont mind, but it was quite a while.

YAY! for no super posh brit. YAY! for new chapter. It was great to read and I hope you can carry on.

I happen to actually know some British people and can say quiet honestly that I've never been offered crumpets. :p

As for how long... the last chapter was September 9th, but by that point school interfered to the point of where I almost couldn't use the computer, and marching band has kept me from home a lot. It was only until this week that I've had nothing to keep me from writing. So relieving...

And I agree. No super-posh Brit. I actually think I'll play with that stereotype in a chapter... I'd like to write Terrence's reaction to being offered tea and crumpets. :p

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Thanks so much for the fantastic reviews guys! I've already gotten started on the next chapter, and I'll have it up hopefully later, but before Christmas. That'll be my break period. ;) Then I'll continue right on.

Of course... you'll find my updates will be more sporadic after that, because I've officially been moved up to the highest band class in my school! (Exciting!) That'll take up one or two afternoons of my week at school and cut my writing time pretty well, but it shouldn't be much of a problem if I update over the weekends. Which I shall. :)

So once again, thank you all very much.

Xinkc
24th December 2006, 3:51 AM
very good new chapter...very descriptive and exciting, but I really want to know what Gunnr and Hildr are. It is driving me crazy

I only spotted one error


She can Zack had been searching for nearly an hour and they had not caught up to Greg or the Team Sin members Zack had defeated.


shouldn't it be "She and Zack..."

not to mention that it should be Zach instead of Zack, but I know you already mentioned it...

-Xinkc the Knight of Oblivion

P.S. I want you to know that this is a excellent story. I'm very grateful that this was the first thread I read on this whole forum. It took several hours to do it but I'm glad I did.

[Super_Fjord]
24th December 2006, 4:36 AM
very good new chapter...very descriptive and exciting, but I really want to know what Gunnr and Hildr are. It is driving me crazy

I only spotted one error



shouldn't it be "She and Zack..."

not to mention that it should be Zach instead of Zack, but I know you already mentioned it...

-Xinkc the Knight of Oblivion

P.S. I want you to know that this is a excellent story. I'm very grateful that this was the first thread I read on this whole forum. It took several hours to do it but I'm glad I did.

You won't find out exactly what Hildr and Gunnr are just yet... But there will be hints soon enough. But I can tell you that they are, along with a few others that you will see soon enough, instrumental to the story. They're also very important to the namesake of this fanfic.

Ahh... you guys are very observant. I'll go back repair those. :p

And thank you, Xinkc, for being such a fantastic reader and reviewer. I'm very glad to see that this story is followed so much by so many people. :)

qwerqwer
24th December 2006, 3:55 PM
pretty damn great so far. Im writhing in anticipation

dash142
26th December 2006, 6:13 AM
Hm... are they Deoxys? (PM me the answer if i'm right)

[Super_Fjord]
26th December 2006, 6:52 PM
Well, I'm going to go ahead and post this as y'alls Christmas present. :p I really hope you enjoy it; I know I enjoyed writing it. ;) (It is kind of short. 8 pages on word... More length as we get into bigger battles.)
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Chapter 14: Abraham's Secret Technique!
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Cursing: Yes
Gore/Violence: Yes
Stuff: Abraham has some action and Jenn too.


Squirtle had given up trying to squirm out of Ekans gaping jaw long ago; it just wasn't working. Jennifer watched, feeling nearly helpless. She had tried almost every offensive technique she had accessible to her up until now, and nothing had worked. What can I do?, she wondered frantically. There just didn’t seem to be a way out of this one.

Why won’t Zach get up?, she asked herself for what may have been the fiftieth time. It had been nearly twenty minutes since he had slammed into that tree and there was no sign he was getting up anytime soon. He may have a slight concussion, she thought. Jenn breathed in deeply and pushed these thoughts away. They were only distracting her when Squirtle needed her most.

“Try Water Gun again, Squirtle!” Jenn commanded. It would have to work. Something had to work. The damned snake couldn’t hold Squirtle forever.

The little turtle PokéMon obeyed the command once again, inhaling and then spraying Ekans with a high-pressure stream of water. The snake merely bit down harder into Squirtle’s shell, venom oozing from its open mouth.

The two PokéMon were at an impasse, Jennifer realized. Ekans was not strong enough to get through Squirtle’s shell, and Squirtle wasn’t able to move freely enough to fight Ekans as it needed to. This battle would go on forever without some kind of outside intervention… That’s it!

Excited by this new strategy of hers, Jennifer ran towards Ekans and Squirtle. Squirtle looked at her oddly, confusion on her face. Ekans had yet to notice the trainer running up from behind. Jenn could hear the Team Sin goon shouting, “What the hell are you doing?” when Jennifer did what may have been the bravest thing she’d ever done in her young life. She kicked an Ekans into the side of a tree, hitting the snake with every bit of power she could muster up in her tired and sore legs.

Please work, she begged herself as Ekans flew horizontally into a bush. Squirtle had been freed from its grasp by the unexpected assault from the human, and had landed safely next to Jenn. “Thank you, Jennifer!” Squirtle croaked, looking proudly at her trainer.

“What the hell-“ Jenn heard the man cry out. He ran to his Ekans, concerned for his tool of battle. Jennifer grinned confidently. “Now that I’ve leveled the playing field,” Jenn said, “I’ll finish this damn fight. Squirtle, use Water Gun again!” The man’s face appeared from the bush, drained of all blood and pale. “You little bit-“

“Not so fast, girl,” another voice cried out. The man and Jenn both turned to look for where the voice originated. The Team Sin member smiled and cackled evilly, “Ah ha, it’s about time you came!”

Completely unexpectedly, another man dressed in the same clothes as the first dropped from the trees, an Abra PokéMon teleporting suddenly to his side. “Sorry it took so long,” the man said with a smile, “but the traffic was terrible.” He approached Jenn from behind while the other man and his Ekans came towards her too.

Oh crap.

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Abraham Asimov was an old man. He didn’t act much like it, but he was. Last time he’d checked had been his 75th birthday and that had been three years ago… He had been training PokéMon since the age of nine, and had the same PokéMon team with him as he had when he took the League Challenge all those years back.

But Abraham Asimov was old. And as an old person, he felt perfectly entitled to shout at whoever it was screaming for him outside his tent. “Damn it!” he shouted back, “I comin’, I’m comin’!”

Putting his hurt leg out first and then followed by the rest of his body, in an awkward, single motion, Abraham looked around for whoever was calling for him. Gregory Breal stood over by the fire along with a man Abraham had never seen before.

“Who is this, Greg?” Abraham asked suspiciously, getting up to his feet and grabbing his walking stick from the tent. The man was tall, perhaps 6’ 1’’, and wore a nice suit of some kind, a bowler hat, and had a mustache that rivaled his own. Someone from the PokéMon Association perhaps?

“I am Terrence Smith, sir,” the man said with a pleasant smile and a British accent. Smith removed his cap and leaned to shake hands with Abraham. Glaring suspiciously at the young man, Abraham merely pushed the hand aside with his stick.

“What is you business here, Mr. Smith?” Abraham asked calmly. He didn’t trust this man, particularly not with one of the students he was supposed to escort. Both Greg and Terrence seemed surprised by the barrage of questions. Terrence looked over questioningly at Greg, but the boy merely shrugged and shook his head.

“I… um… I found Greg here, along in the woods, you see, gov’ner, and discovered that he had been attacked by some thug,” Terrence explained, “When I learned that he had companions in the woods alone, I thought that I would help him find his friends.”

Abraham looked over at Greg, examining him for a moment. His Cyndaquil sat on his shoulder, messing with Greg’s ski-cap and playing with Greg’s hair. The boy laughed and bumped the Cyndaquil into the air to catch him as he came down. Abraham sighed. The trust of a child…

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“Abra, use Confusion!” one man shouted. The yellow, human-like PokéMon didn’t move, but an odd glow around its body alerted Jenn to the fact that Squirtle was suddenly flung from her to side into a tree.

“No!” she cried out, running to where Squirtle landed. She had hit the tree hard enough to make her somewhat dizzy, but Jenn managed to get Squirtle to her feet. “This is bad,” Squirtle croaked weakly, but she still stood ready to fight. Jenn smiled proudly.

“We can do it, Squirtle,” she said, her voice cracking. Squirtle looked up at her and smiled, “I know.”

Suddenly, Ekans came charging at Squirtle. “Use Water Gun, Squirtle!” Jenn commanded quickly, hoping to knock Ekans out soon. The snake was probably very worn down by the abuse it had endured so far. Squirtle obliged the order quickly, hitting Ekans with the fast-moving hose of water. The snake cringed, finally seeming too tired to continue the assault. But there was no time to rest; Ekans may be slowed down now, but Abra was still fit to fight.

“Squirtle, Tackle Abra!” Jenn shouted, pointing over at the still asleep PokéMon. Squirtle leaped into the air, over Ekans, and aimed to hit Abra with her smooth head as he sat. Almost touching heads, Abra suddenly disappeared. One of the men shouted.

“Abra has a very keen sense of where his enemies are and he’ll teleport out of the way of any attacks he can see coming,” the man explained. The other Team Sin member had moved to his side, and Ekans had slithered nearby as Abra suddenly reappeared next to its trainer. “You can’t beat both of us, little girl!”

“No, she can’t,” a new voice said, “But I can help.” Greg? Jenn swung her head around to see where the voice could have come from, but saw nothing. Suddenly, something gigantic came crashing through the trees, slamming into the Team Sin members and their PokéMon.

“Hope I didn’t come too late,” Professor Warren said, walking into sight.

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At the campsite, Terrence, Abraham, and Greg sat together, looking at Greg’s PokéGear and speaking to each other.

“So, Terrence, where are you from, exactly?” Abraham asked. The old man still didn’t seem to trust Terrence, which honestly didn’t bother him that much. In fact, it was better that way.

“I’m originally from Johto, actually. I moved here as a child, to Aquara City,” Terrence explained. Actually, it was true. Terrence’s parents had been pilots for a company that decided that their business would be more useful in a place that needed transportation technology. Terras definitely did need it. Large bodies of water separated most of the country, and if you didn’t have a boat, it was extremely difficult to get to another island.

“Really? And what is it that you do?” Abraham continued the interrogation. Terrence was beginning to like the old man. He was smart. Not that Terrence didn’t know who he was. Abraham Asimov was actually quite famous as a trainer. The old man had been training for over sixty years and was one of the Elite trainers who had been obscured by history, with perhaps only trainers Terrence’s age remembering the greatness of his battles.

“I am currently unemployed, but enjoy a steady income of prize money from battling competitions,” Terrence answered, hoping to draw the man away from more questions. This answer in itself was not completely untrue; Terrence did pull in a hefty profit from battling competitively. But instead of diverting Abraham’s attention, this only seemed to grab it.

“Really? Well, then you would not object to a small battle with me,” he said, standing up and stretching his back. Terrence nearly fell from his seat with surprise, and Greg must have felt the same based on the look on his face.

“Excuse me-?”

“You heard me! Or are you intimidated by this old geezer?” Abraham challenged with a big grin. He stood erect now, proud, his beard and mustache parting to reveal his white teeth. “Mr. Abraham,” Greg began, “I don’t think this is-“

“Oh, stuff it, Gregory, my boy, Zach and Jennifer can battle fine on their own,” Abraham said, “And that is only assuming they would have to, which I find the odds of happening relatively low.” Reaching into the pocket of his shorts, Abraham retrieved a PokéBall. Terrence stood, smiling. This could be very interesting.

“Very well,” Terrence said, accepting the challenge. He laid his hat and coat down on his seat and retrieved his own PokéBall. “I will battle you. One on one, one round to win. No prize money, of course. This’ll just be a little battle for fun.”

“Now that we’ve gotten that settled,” Abraham said, “Greg, I suggest you watch this. You could learn a few things if you pay attention.” The old man radiated confidence, and Terrence would have found it disarming if he wasn’t excited about this. This could be a very interesting match.

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Rebecca “Kitty” Veinstone looked through her binoculars, paying close attention to the three figures in front of her. One, the young man with a mustache in day suit, she recognized instantly as her “partner”, Terrence Smith. She would have had him removed from her observation outfit if he wasn’t so damn good at his job, and if any of her other officers were anywhere near as competent or trustworthy. Not to mention charming. She hated to admit it to herself, but Terrence had grown on her quite a bit since they had first started working together. Not that she let that distract her.

The other two she didn’t recognize as easily. The old man was new to her; he was nearly a foot shorter than Terrence and had a short white beard and mustache and had rather large eyebrows. He was otherwise bald. He wore a tropical t-shirt and khakis, and for the most part seemed harmless to Kitty. If not slightly odd.

Finally was the boy. He was maybe eleven, twelve years old. He wore a red over shirt, a black undershirt, a black ski cap, and some dirty jeans and tennis shoes. He had bangs sticking out from the under the ski cap. Kids and their fashions, Kitty thought exasperatedly. She knew that this was one of the two kids Eriksson had wanted Terrence and Kitty to keep an eye on, but they were supposed to be on their way back to the headquarters… Whatever Terrence hoped to accomplish by fraternizing with the kid better work, she thought, otherwise we’ve been fully screwed over.

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“Alright, are you ready to begin?” Abraham asked Terrence. Greg sat about thirty feet away from where the two adults planned to have their battle, Cyndaquil sitting on top of his head, watching with the same interest it had sparked in Greg. He had battled before, sure, but Abraham and Terrence had to be much more experienced than him or Zach.

“I’m ready when you are, sir,” Terrence said, holding his PokéBall out in front of him. Abraham smiled. “Very good! Let’s begin!”

Winding up his arm, Abraham threw out his PokéBall: “Go, Elekible!” he shouted. From the flash of light emerged a big, bear-like humanoid PokéMon. It had big, powerful arms, stout legs, and what almost appeared to be a beard around its head. It’s black marking and cord-like appendages caught Greg’s attention too. He recognized it as the evolved form of Electabuzz. I didn’t realize Mr. Abraham used Electric PokéMon…

Terrence smiled largely; “I see you still use your League Team; interesting. Go,” Terrence threw the ball into the middle of the field, “Lucario!”

Now, joining Elekible in the field, was another tall, human-like PokéMon, except this one was more dog-like than human. It had a face similar to an African jackal or a dingo. Greg recognized it fairly easily; over the years, Lucario had become popular for many trainers to use in mixed ranges of combat due to its attack diversity. The fact that it was a Fighting-Steel type PokéMon only helped make it more popular.

Abraham made the first move, shouting a slightly odd command. “Elekible, sit!” he shouted. Greg was confused. Did he just tell his PokéMon to… sit? Sure enough, Elekible dropped to the ground, legs folded. Greg sighed. This would be a bit weirder than interesting, he was beginning to think. Greg couldn’t tell what Terrence thought of this, but it didn’t seem to matter. He was giving the next order to Lucario.

“Lucario, use Pulse Bomb!” Terrence ordered. The dog-like PokéMon jumped backwards to put more distance between it and Elekible and then held its paws out in front of it, a ball of energy swirling in-between its palms. With startling speed, Lucario hurled the energy at Elekible in mid-leap.

“Elekible, concentrate,” Abraham said calmly. Elekible merely grunted in reply, its eyes shut closed. Okay… what is he doing now? Greg wondered. Terrence’s smile was gone; he was watching intensely waiting to see what would happen. The orb of energy was flying towards Elekible fast; to Greg it almost resembled a comet flying through space, which he’d seen in books.

Abraham wore a large smile on his face. “Now you’ll see why they consider me an Elite trainer! Elekible, Secret Technique Number 5!” Elekible’s eyes shot open, and Greg was amazed as Elekible’s eyes glowed a bright blue, and suddenly, so did his black stripes and hands. As the Pulse Bomb approached, Elekible stood and put his hands out in front of him, like he was going to catch it in his open palms. As quickly as the blue glow had began, it seemed to spark, and then drain to only its hand and eyes. What’s happening? Greg wondered, amazed. What is Secret Technique Number 5?

Terrence raised his arms, and Lucario stood its ground, probably more out of discipline than bravery. What seemed to take forever to Greg, who was watching, only took a few second. The Pulse Bomb made contact with Elekible’s glowing hands, and an enormous explosion covered the field, the shock wave sending everyone reeling or skidding backwards, except Abraham who stood calmly in place, fingers in his ears. As the smoke cleared, Greg could see why. Elekible stood, unharmed by the explosion, the glow was more energized than ever, and almost seemed white now. Abraham laughed, “Now you see the real attack!”

Greg was stupefied. Whatever Elekible had done, it was a two-stage attack; it waited a turn, let its opponent attack, and then attacked. But what had happened? Had it taken damage from the attack? Greg couldn’t tell. But whatever Secret Technique Number 5 did, it was truly amazing.

Elekible confirmed Greg’s theory when it disappeared from sight. It… teleported? Then, Elekible reappeared at the other end of the field, behind Lucario. Elekible moved so quickly Greg was almost lost to what happened. But it was clear that the attack had begun and ended. Lucario was sent hurtling through the air. The PokéMon attempted to stabilize itself by putting its legs out, but Elekible appeared once again, smashing Lucario straight down into the ground with a powerful kick. Terrence stood dumbfounded, as was Greg. He’d never seen anything like this.

By the time Lucario reached the ground, Elekible had returned to where it had first sat, only five meters from the crash site. Lucario struggled to stand, its legs limp, using its arms to crouch down to keep balance. Elekible’s hands still glowed, as did its eyes. The attack was not quite over. Elekible moved back to finish the attack. Lucario must have been paralyzed from the Electric-PokéMon’s attacks, because it didn’t move out of the way. Elekible spread its arms where it stood, now ten meters away, and slammed them together, sending out a wave of electrical energy, which was followed by a loud boom. Greg cringed, closing his eyes.

When he opened them, he could very easily see who had won. And only using one attack… Abraham truly was a fantastic trainer to have an Elekible with that much power… But how? What was Secret Technique Number 5? Greg wanted to ask, but he had a feeling that it’d take a while for his hearing to be fully repaired.

Terrence returned the unconscious Lucario to its PokéBall and walked over towards Greg, his smile replaced with shock. He sat down next to Greg, his arms on his knees. Abraham came and stood in front of both of them.

“Alright, now, shall I explain what I just did there?” he asked the two of them. Like obedient students, both Terrence and Greg nodded their heads firmly. “Very well,” Abraham said, recalling the Elekible to its PokéBall. “I shall explain it to you as we go towards where Ms. Sullivan was training,” he said, walking towards the woods. Terrence grabbed his hat on the chair next to him and grinned, helped Greg off the ground, and the three were off. “I want to hear this,” Greg heard Terrence mutter to himself.

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Kitty had put her binoculars away, shocked at what she’d seen. Terrence had been defeated in one turn by one attack, by the old man she’d previously thought of as harmless. How?, she wondered.

Terrence and her had training battles many times before… and despite all her brutal strength and talent as a fighter and a trainer, Terrence always found a way to defeat her. And yet he had just been pounded into the ground. Could that old man really be so powerful? Kitty wasn’t sure that anyone except for an Elite trainer could defeat Terrence… so that had to be the explanation. The old man these children were traveling with was an Elite.

But why? Was it set up this way, that an Elite trainer who was so much more powerful than Terrence was protecting the two trainers who had captured Eriksson’s interests, or was it just a coincidence? She wasn’t sure. But she didn’t like the odds of it. It didn’t mesh correctly. Kitty pushed it from her mind and got up from where she had been watching the battle. Terrence and the ones being observed were gone. She’d just meet with him in the city. This was something she wanted to discuss with him, urgently.

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Next time; Chapter 15: The Team Reunites!

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qwerqwer
26th December 2006, 11:04 PM
woot!, nice. It's really good. I can't wait.
FIRST POST. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!111

Psychic Umbreon
27th December 2006, 3:07 AM
I enjoyed your chapter, but it wasn't very fair that you didn't PM me.

Bootsie_B
27th December 2006, 4:03 AM
Great chapter so far, but I haven't finished it yet 'cause I'm busy. I'll get back to you when I'm finished.

dash142
28th December 2006, 6:39 AM
Nice chapter. What pokemon did you have in mind for Abraham and Terrance before th 4th Generation was revealed though?

[Super_Fjord]
29th December 2006, 5:14 AM
Nice chapter. What pokemon did you have in mind for Abraham and Terrance before th 4th Generation was revealed though?

I might as well say, seeing as I've completely changed their teams (for the most part) since then. :-P

Abraham would have had Manectric, Dragonite, and Ursaring with him, definitely. Terrence was going to have Gengar, Sableye, Nidoking, and Banette as his team.

That was what I originally planned... As for what the teams are now, well, they're similar, except with Elekible for Abraham and one other replacing on PokeMon, and for Terrence with Lucario and one other replacing one PokeMon. You'll see soon enough who didn't make the cut. :P For Abraham anyway...

And just so I know I mention it: Warren trains only two types of PokeMon, barring of course one PokeMon that he has let someone else use before. If you read back, you may find the patterns, as you know four of his PokeMon. (Sandslash, Steelix, Charizard, and Camerupt.)

Oh, and another thing. Gunnr and Hildr are NOT something you will have heard of before... they're completely original and made soley for my story. So yeah, no need to strain yourselfs over official stuff to find out something about the creatures I've created. :P

And thanks for the reviews, guys!

Xinkc
29th December 2006, 10:03 PM
Good work!! Love the Secret Technique Number 5! Good descriptions and events make for a very good chapter!

but with all new chapters comes grammer errors. here are some that I saw, they will be bolded so that it is easier to see.


Elekible’s eyes shot open, and Greg was amazed as Elekible’s eye glowed a bright blue, and suddenly, his did his black stripes and hands.

Ok, the eye is supposed to be plural if I'm not mistaken...

The other part doesn't sound right to me, one way to put it that makes sense to me is "his black stripes and hands did the same" or "so did his black stripes and hands"


Was seemed to take forever to Greg, who was watching, only took a few second.

Very simple. Was should be "What"


Had it taken health from the attack?

I think health should be replaced with damage.


When he opened them, he could see very easily who had won.

I think this should be "very easily see"...it would make more sense

[Super_Fjord]
30th December 2006, 5:13 PM
Good work!! Love the Secret Technique Number 5! Good descriptions and events make for a very good chapter!

but with all new chapters comes grammer errors. here are some that I saw, they will be bolded so that it is easier to see.

Quote:
Elekible’s eyes shot open, and Greg was amazed as Elekible’s eye glowed a bright blue, and suddenly, his did his black stripes and hands.
Ok, the eye is supposed to be plural if I'm not mistaken...

The other part doesn't sound right to me, one way to put it that makes sense to me is "his black stripes and hands did the same" or "so did his black stripes and hands"

Quote:
Was seemed to take forever to Greg, who was watching, only took a few second.
Very simple. Was should be "What"

Quote:
Had it taken health from the attack?
I think health should be replaced with damage.

Quote:
When he opened them, he could see very easily who had won.

I think this should be "very easily see"...it would make more sense

You know what the hysterical part is? I'd thought I'd written as you corrected. :p I hate Word Spell Check, Xinkc, I really do... I'll fix those.

Thanks for the review!

Xinkc
31st December 2006, 12:10 AM
You know what the hysterical part is? I'd thought I'd written as you corrected. I hate Word Spell Check, Xinkc, I really do... I'll fix those.

Thanks for the review!


Your welcome, I also find that Microsoft Word's Spell Check is horrible.

Bootsie_B
31st December 2006, 9:33 AM
Your welcome, I also find that Microsoft Word's Spell Check is horrible.

Ugh. I agree. It's pathetic. I always check my work myself, instead of getting SpellCheck to do it for me.

shadowlight
5th January 2007, 2:59 AM
I enjoyed the chapter
I liked how Jennifer kicked the ekans
I can't wait for the next chapter

Evan Turner
5th January 2007, 11:54 AM
Hello.

Yes, Microsoft Word's SpellCheck is very bad. Heheh. Good chapter, I really liked it. I also liked all the other chapters I have failed to review due to laziness. Hehehe. But, the review now. Ok, the spelling was good, I didn't notice any. Your plot is very much original, more original than many these days. Your characters seem generic, I can't wait for it to get deeper. Um... What else... Nothing really, though I can't wait for the Pokemon's personalities to come out more. Ok, so... Bye! I'll try to review again next chapter. Til then!

Evander

Bootsie_B
8th January 2007, 1:05 PM
So... Done yet? QUIT WITH THE SUSPENSE!!!!!

C'mon. I've been waitin' for ages.

It's a good Fic, don't stop!

[Super_Fjord]
10th January 2007, 1:19 PM
So... Done yet? QUIT WITH THE SUSPENSE!!!!!

C'mon. I've been waitin' for ages.

It's a good Fic, don't stop!

Well, no, I'm not done yet. :p Sorry. After the last chapter, I very unexpectedly had to help move my grandmother and do things related to that up until New Years day... after which started school...

And I actually have homework this semester. I'll get a chapter up as soon as possible though.

@ Shadowlight: I rather enjoyed adding that myself. I want Jenn more involved in the battle... so I added that to make it happen. ;)

@ Evan: Thank you, very much. :) I actually haven't read almost... anything else out here in the forum... I try not too, in case I get someone else's ideas stuck into me. As for the character's being generic... eh, it's a long story. :P They won't be so generic as they age.

SPIKE06
11th January 2007, 5:34 AM
II was like whoa he actually made her kick the ekans . that was surprising. Its rarely done getting the trainer involved to that extent but then again I haven't been reading a lot of plmn fanfiction. Anyway keep it going

-SPIKE

AerialAce!
11th January 2007, 5:45 AM
II was like whoa he actually made her kick the ekans . that was surprising. Its rarely done getting the trainer involved to that extent but then again I haven't been reading a lot of plmn fanfiction. Anyway keep it going

-SPIKE

Well, it's hardly likely that a random bad guy who assults children is going to be a stickler for the rules, isn't it? Plus, whatwould YOU do if your new friend was being attacked by a snake?
*snickers*
Yeah... Real-world logic sometimes completely escapes you when you're in a Pokémon battle.

Bootsie_B
30th January 2007, 7:15 AM
AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS SUSPENSE IS EATING ME FROM THE INSIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Would you please care to FINISH ANOTHER DAMN CHAPTER?!?!?!?!!??!!
SCHOOL'S ALREADY STARTED AGAiN IN AUSTRALIA!!!!!!!!!!! BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG GHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*PokeBloke*
14th July 2010, 7:40 AM
What happened i just read this whole thing today, and i guess it just randomly stopped. This is an Amazing! pokemon fan fiction thingy. I really want to read the rest!

[Super_Fjord]
20th July 2010, 8:07 AM
What happened i just read this whole thing today, and i guess it just randomly stopped. This is an Amazing! pokemon fan fiction thingy. I really want to read the rest!

Well... It did kind of just randomly stopped.

Three contributing factors to that:
1) High school. A distraction I no longer have--though I'm headed to college soon.
2) I actually lost my password to this account... and... now that I've been reactivated, that's no longer an issue.
3) I forgot I was writing it. :-/


But... I am planning a very seriously improved reboot. New title, some changed characters, some different PokeMon, a more thought-provoking story, and a general improvement to the story as it is.

That's the plan at least. Stay tuned... I may have it all ready relatively soon. I miss writing quite a bit... so... no reason not to have another go at it.