Hi, this is now my second fanfic. This is a prequel for Card Tamer, and focuses on the backstory of the main characters, although I have actually turned this into a whole new story. There is a link to the original in my sig, no specific order of reading is recommended.
Rated PG. Minor violence and no swearing.
Prologue - this post
1. The Mouse and the Gecko - page 1
2. Kai Catches a Pokémon - page 1
3. From/ Another Perspective - page 1
4. A Rival Arrival - page 1
5. Reaching the Crossroads - page 1
6. The Skitty - coming soon
The setting sun sent shades of deep orange, purple and crimson rippling across the surface of the lake. The scent of new leaves drifted across from/ the trees, behind the long grass bordering the lake. A lone mountain in the distance was all that dented the otherwise smooth horizon.
A faint trickling sound could be heard, the source being a miniature waterfall constantly supplying the lake with water from/ the mountain. At the only other exit from/ the lake, a small river flowed, winding its way around rocks and fallen trees, travelling towards the sea.
At the centre of the lake, was situated a small island, dotted with a single tree and a rather large rock. Barely a rocky platform itself, the island was home to only very few wild Pokémon, only those who tired from/ swimming and wished to rest, or the occasional Wingull perching for the night.
Suddenly, a light burst forth from/ the island, sending its pale glow across the calm water. As quick as it appeared, it vanished, leaving only enough light for a glimpse of the Pokémon who had caused it; a delicate blue-bodied creature with creamy yellow surrounding its head. Its two tails fluttered in the soft breeze, causing the red gems embedded on them to sparkle against the lake.
A second later, another flash brightened the lake, revealing a second being. Although similar to the first, its head was encased by azure blue rather than yellow.
Several minutes passed, and the sun ever steadily dipped lower. There was no trace of the two creatures, no evidence that they had even been there.
A boy was running in amongst the trees, ceaselessly turning left and right evading branches. His height indicated that he was young, maybe thirteen or fourteen. As he ran, he ignored the squeals of terror that were being emitted by the Pokémon clutched tight in his arms.
The sun dipped lower in the sky, now barely high enough to cast its light over the ground.
Panicking, the boy ran even faster, almost tripping over thorns that snaked over the ground. The Pokémon in his arms continued to struggle, its fragile blue body writhing in its attempts to escape. It flicked its head from/ side to side, causing four pink ear-like extrusions to sway. Seeing that its efforts were futile, it shut its eyes and whimpered.
‘Don’t be like that, we’re nearly there,’ whispered the boy, briefly stroking the Pokémon’s head.
‘But I don’t want to go,’ squeaked the Pokémon, psychically projecting its thoughts into the boy’s mind.
‘Yes you do. When we played together at the lake I talked about it. You felt sad that my parents would never allow me to be a Pokémon card tamer, they thought it was pointless. They wanted me to do a boring job, like being a builder or something when I grow up. You said you would help me be a card tamer!’
‘You don’t understand! I said I would help you, but not like this! I need to stay at the lake!’
The boy ignored the Pokémon, and its renewed attempts to free itself. ‘Nearly there,’ he muttered again.
The minutes passed by, with little change in the situation other than the sudden disappearance of the sun.
‘See, I told you we were nearly there,’ said the boy, slowing down. In the darkness he felt his way to the door of the house. Feeling the wood, he extracted a key from/ his pocket and swiftly unlocked the door.
He slipped in silently, before pushing the door back into place. The house was silent. The boy waited for a few seconds, to confirm that him opening the door hadn’t disturbed his sleeping parents.
‘All clear.’ The boy proceeded to tiptoe up the staircase, thankful that the carpet muffled his footsteps. For once, as if feeling the need for it, the Pokémon in his arms was quiet.
When he reached the top of the stairs, the boy once again checked for sound. Hearing nothing, he pushed open an interior door, to his bedroom.
Once the second door had closed, the Pokémon began to whimper again, although not as loudly as before. It constantly wound and unwound its jewel encrusted tails, fidgeting, as the boy pulled a cardboard box from/ underneath his bed.
‘Since I haven’t got a card for you, and I don’t trust you to stay put, I’ll have to keep you in here until you learn how to behave,’ he explained, lowering the Pokémon into the box. It took him a split second to release his hold and close the box, the speed necessary to prevent any more escape attempts. He swiftly tied a piece of string around the box, in case his new pet tried to push its way out.
‘I’ll feed you in the morning,’ he said, yawning, and pushed the box back under the bed.
‘Please take me back,’ responded the Pokémon, its psychic influence not confined by the cardboard.
The boy ignored it, and hurriedly slipped into bed.