We are competitors.
We are a new breed of Pokemon Trainer.
Against our allies on the side of good, we battle.
Against our enemies on the side of evil, we war.
But no matter who the opponent...
No matter what the challenge...
We do not back down.
We do not back out.
We do not give up.
We do not give in.
You can't stop us.
Nobody can stop us.
Because we didn't just create the New Era.
We are the New Era.
WE ARE THE REVOLUTION.
Prologue: The Revolution Begins
Chapter 1: Revolutionary War
Chapter 2: Blessing of the Bloodline
Chapter 3: Storm Before The Calm
Chapter 4: The Cherrygrove Challenge
Chapter 5: Travis' Worries
Chapter 6: Friends, Foes, and Forgiveness
Chapter 7: The Stars Align
Chapter 8: Drawing A Blank
Chapter 9: They Had Called Him Hero
Chapter 10: Return of the Guardian
Chapter 11: A Bark As Good As His Bite
Chapter 12: Running the Gauntlet
Chapter 13: A Faithless Battle
Chapter 14: Seeking Strength
Chapter 15: Enter the Dragoons
Chapter 16: Light A Rematch, Start A Fire
Chapter 17: Storm Watch!
Chapter 18: Wall of Rogues
Chapter 19: Between Angel and Insects
Chapter 20: You Know the 'Drill
Chapter 21: Great Egg-spectations!
Chapter 22: Roll With The Punches
Chapter 23: It's All Golden
Chapter 24: Shiro Settles A Score
Chapter 25: Full Golden Moon - S1 Finale
Chapter 26: The Stars Align At Last - S1 Finale
Chapter 27: Remembering the Moment
Chapter 28: When Sparx Fly
Chapter 29: Arrival at Destiny
Chapter 30: Fade to Black
Chapter 31: The Scales and the Steadfast
Chapter 32: Bureaucrats and the Burned Tower
Chapter 33: Shiro's Stand
Chapter 34: Unbreakable Bonds
--- Chapter 34K: Little Girls Need Their Moms
Chapter 35: Challenge of the Steel Sky Lord
Chapter 36: Rolling Out the Welcome Matt
Chapter 37: The Numbers Game
Chapter 38: When Everything Snowballs
Chapter 39: A Shell and a Shock
===> Chapter 39 - Part 2
Chapter 40S: Stuck Together
Chapter 40N: A World Turned Upside Down
Chapter 41: Dreams and Disasters
===> Chapter 41 - Part 2
Chapter 42: Advice, Antarctica, and an Angel's Affection
===> Chapter 42 - Part 2
===> Chapter 42 - Part 3
Chapter 43: Cruise Control
Chapter 44: Blind Fury
===> Chapter 44 - Part 2
Chapter 45: The Final Catalyst - S2 Finale
===> Chapter 45 - Part 2
Chapter 46: Bout of the Titans
===> Chapter 46 - Part 2
Chapter 47: A Fateful Encounter
===> Chapter 47 - Part 2
Chapter 48: Rally and Reunion
===> Chapter 48 - Part 2
Chapter 49: The Cadets
===> Chapter 49 - Part 2
Chapter 50: The Candles
===> Chapter 50 - Part 2
Chapter 51: The Terrific Convergence
===> Chapter 51 - Part 2
Chapter 52: Bittersweet
===> Chapter 52 - Part 2
===> Chapter 52 - Part 3
Chapter 53: The Banks of the Rubicon
===> Chapter 53 - Part 2
Chapter 54: Prelude to Finale
===> Chapter 54 - Part 2
Chapter 55: Operation: Shooting Star
===> Chapter 55 - Part 2
Chapter 56: Plunge Into Destiny (parts 2 and 3 are post #561 and #562, respectively)
Chapter 57: Sacred Gate (parts 2 and 3 are post #574 and #575, respectively)
Chapter 58 - Epilogue: Correspondence (part 2 is post #587)
Thanx to Air Dragon for help with the list!
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Prologue: The Revolution Begins
In a house on the southern end of New Bark Town, a six-year-old boy with navy-blue hair and wearing blue pajamas dotted with many pokeballs was sleeping in his bedroom. At least, he should have been. Footsteps echoed up the stairs in his house and toward the little boy's room. The little boy didn't hear anything, though; he was much too busy watching television. The doorknob started to rotate. The little boy, startled by the sound, jumped and ran back and smacked his temple onto the pillow on his bed. He then rolled over and tried to turn the television off, but, being the 'graceful' school-age child that he was, inadvertently let the remote slip from his fingers. It hit the wooden floor below him with a clatter and slid over to around where the television was. "Oh, no!" he whispered to himself, and then it opened...
"Travis?" a booming male voice along with a respectably sized male figure entered the doorway.
"Y-yes, Daddy?" the little boy said nervously. He realized that he'd been caught red-handed, but he knew better than to ignore his father.
"Now, Travis Shelton DePaul III, you know that you start school tomorrow. Do you really think that you can afford to be staying up late?" Travis' father chid him in that same booming voice.
"I know, I'm sorry, but I can't sleep," little Travis whined.
"Actually, I'm glad you're awake. There's something on TV I want you to see. Your mom's already downstairs. We've gotta hurry," his father replied.
"Okay!" Travis jumped out of bed and ran toward his father. Jogging three or four steps, he tripped over the remote, which was still in the middle of the floor, and started to fall, screaming, "Uh-oh!"
"Whoa, champ," Travis' father reached out to catch his son and lifted him onto his back and walked out of the room, down the hall, down the stairs, and into the family room. Once there, Mr. DePaul lifted his son off his back and plopped him on the couch between himself and Travis' mother. There was Travis, right in the middle of his parents, watching the big-screen television. Suddenly, his father exclaimed, "There! It's on!" Travis looked up with a start and saw a Pokemon battle - and not just any battle. This was the Pokemon League Championship.
The announcer's voice filled the living room as the DePaul family watched in near total silence. "This fierce battle between longtime rivals Ash Ketchum and Gary Oak is drawing to a close! Both of them have just one Pokemon remaining!" The camera switched to a black-haired teenager wearing a red and white cap, a black shirt surrounded by a blue jacket and jeans, with a very serious expression on his face. Even Travis, as young as he was, knew what this face meant. This face was a face of determination. He looked down at a small yellow-mouse like creature with bright red cheeks and a tail that looked like a lightning bolt and muttered, "It's just you and me now, Pikachu." The small mouse called Pikachu nodded, and jumped in front of the teenager, its cheeks glowing and sparking with electricity. The announcer yelled over the roaring crowd, "Ash Ketchum sends out his Pikachu!" The screen then switched to a boy that looked about the same age as Ash, with brown hair and a blue outfit. He knelt down and said something unintelligible to a black, fox-like creature that had many yellowish rings on its body, which jumped in front of this boy in likewise fashion. Its yellow rings started to glow white and hum, making Travis' hair stand on end. The announcer yelled again, "Gary Oak responds with his only remaining Pokemon, Umbreon! According to Pokemon League statistics, these are the two Trainers' strongest Pokemon. This is sure to be a spectacle that will be talked about for years to come!"
"Open this up with a Quick Attack!" Gary yelled to the Umbreon. The Umbreon nodded and took off toward Pikachu in a white flash.
"Double Team!" Ash yelled to his Pikachu, which appeared to clone itself about eight times. The Umbreon rushed one of the clones, which as soon at it made contact, disappeared into thin air, with seven of the clones still remaining.
"Gary makes the first move, but a Double Team prevents Umbreon from connecting!” the announcer yelled once again. The clones disappeared, and a lone Pikachu was standing on Umbreon’s flank.
“Umbreon! On your right!” Gary yelled, but Ash muttered, “Too late,” and Pikachu launched a Quick Attack much like the one Umbreon had just attempted, but this one hit its mark, knocking Umbreon aside and off of its feet. “Let’s end this quick,” Ash said to his Pikachu. “Thunderbolt attack!” Pikachu’s cheeks started to spark much more vigorously than before, and a yellow bolt of electricity shot toward Umbreon, at, well, lightning speed. “Agility!” Gary yelled to his Umbreon, which seemed to sit and do nothing except take the Thunderbolt attack head-on.
“I got ‘im!” Ash yelled in elation, but Gary wagged his finger at Ash and said, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Haven’t you learned anything? Faint Attack, now!” The afterimage left by Umbreon’s Agility faded away and the real Umbreon appeared no less than three or four inches from the face of Pikachu. Pikachu looked directly into Umbreon’s black face for a split-second and let out a surprised “Pi-ka…!”
Umbreon rammed into Pikachu full-force, sending Pikachu into the air. Ash’s jaw dropped slightly and he uttered a shocked, “Ohh!” Gary looked at his Umbreon, and gave it a thumbs-up, which he quickly rotated to become a thumbs-down. Umbreon, who apparently understood the message, jumped into the air along with Pikachu. “Bre!” it cried as it did a somersault and hit Pikachu with its tail, sending it back to the ground. It smacked hard against the Pokeball-shaped symbol in the direct center of the arena floor, and then bounced over to Ash’s side of the stadium and landed face down.
“AND…an unexpected and, might I say, ruthless combination of attacks by Gary Oak has Pikachu eating dirt! Is this the end for Team Ketchum?” The announcer yelled over the loudspeaker.
“Nope,” Ash muttered to himself with a confident smirk – so confident, as a matter of fact, one might think that he had gone crazy, considering the situation he was in. Pikachu struggled to its feet and bore a face that clearly said that it had at least some fight left. “…Just won’t go down,” Gary muttered to himself in frustration. “Hey, Gary! I think you’ll like this move!” Ash yelled across the stadium, and Pikachu jumped high into the air. “Thunderbolt again!” Ash yelled a second time and Pikachu executed the attack. However, the Thunderbolt stopped about a half foot short of Umbreon’s position.
“I think I do like that move, seeing as it missed,” Gary shouted to Ash. “You like it now,” Ash muttered with the same smirk on his face. Pikachu landed directly in the dust blown up from its own attack. “Oh, man, I can’t see either of them!” Gary said. Then there were about five loud smacking sounds that exploded through the entire stadium. “Wow! It sure sounds fierce down there, folks, but for the moment, I can’t see a thing from up here! Who will be left standing once the dust settles!” The announcer yelled over another three SMACKS followed by a fourth, upon which Umbreon was sent flying out of the cloud of dust. It landed on the ground, rolled a couple of times, then flipped back to its feet, looking a bit worse for the wear. The announcer continued to yell, “Umbreon is ejected from the dust cloud, and it isn’t looking too well.”
“Daddy, who’s going to win?” Travis asked his father.
“Well, I don’t know, champ,” his father replied, “but it sure is fun to watch.”
“I am losing my patience with you, Ash Ketchum!” Gary yelled, and he definitely looked the part. “Umbreon! Let’s finish this now! Hyper Beam!!”
“Fine, let’s settle this!!” Ash yelled in response, “Pikachu! Thunder!!” The inside of Umbreon’s mouth began to glow in a yellowish hue, and a HUGE beam of pure energy shot toward Pikachu. Pikachu, on the other hand, was sparking so furiously, that the ground around it began to shake. Pikachu launched its attack, which looked like an ENORMOUS thunderbolt, directly toward Umbreon’s Hyper Beam. The two attacks collided, sending shockwaves across the stadium and resulted in an explosion and a flash of white light.
“My goodness!” Travis’s mother cried.
“Would ya look at that,” his father mumbled.
“Wow,” Travis stared at the television screen in awe as the bright light illuminated the entire family room in his house. Finally, the light died down to reveal both Pokemon looking extremely winded. They stared each other down for what seemed like eternity. Staring. And panting. And more staring. Finally, Umbreon, who shot an apologetic look back at its trainer, sunk to the floor…
“Umbreon is unable to continue!” the referee, clad in his familiar blue shirt, shouted, pointing a green flag in Ash and Pikachu’s direction. “The winner is Pikachu! The victory and the title of Pokemon League Champion go to Ash Ketchum!” The stadium erupted in cheers that could have been just as loud as the recent explosion. The announcer still managed to be heard over the crowd, “And there you have it, folks! That was a battle for the ages, but there can be only one winner! Ash Ketchum is the new Pokemon League Champion! From the Indigo Plateau, this is John Anauncit on behalf of Pokemon and the Pokemon League Competition, saying thank you and goodnight!”
CLICK. The television went blank. Travis the Second, his hand on the remote’s power button, lowered his hand.
“Aw, man! I wanted to see more!” whined little Travis to his father.
“There is no more. It’s over,” his dad answered simply. “Ash Ketchum won.”
“What does that mean?” asked Travis curiously.
“Well, I guess it means that Ash is a Pokemon Master,” his father responded.
“Can I be a Pokemon Master?” asked Travis, his eyes growing wider by the second.
“Yeah, if you do well at the school,” his father said, nodding. “And to do that, you need lotsa sleep, so let’s get you to bed, okay?”
“ ‘Kay!” Travis said perkily, a wide grin on his face. With that, his father lifted him up onto his back and started to walk very quickly up the stairs. Travis, one hand rubbing his eyes, blinked a couple of times, then sank into slumber on his father’s shoulder…
Chapter 1: Revolutionary War
“Pidgey…Pidgey…” an alarm clock in Travis DePaul’s room trilled about eight times in total. Travis awoke with a start and rigidly sat up on his bed. He rubbed his still drooping eyelids and blinked a couple of times in an effort to wake up completely – he wasn’t exactly what one could call a “morning person.” Travis jumped off his bed and went over to the closed door on the other side of his room.
A glance in the mirror revealed Travis as being six years older than originally mentioned. His closely cut navy blue hair had grown a little bit in the front, leaving two small bangs in the center of his forehead. However, the back had become a bit messy as time passed. Travis’ poor mother, who tried her best to keep her son looking as neat as possible during the years he went to the academy – at least before he turned nine. At that point, when it became too wild a beast for even his own mother to control, she left it to him to tame his still growing hair. Finally, he banded it into a spiky ponytail that went down to about his shoulders. This interesting hairstyle was Travis’ pride and joy – a sign of his individuality. His favorite set of pajamas were still the blue ones he wore when he was younger (in a larger size, of course), but his clothes had changed slightly for the more stylish – especially the outfit his mother had designed for him. He walked over to the closet to pick it out.
The closet opened with a quiet whoosh and Travis found his outfit immediately on the far left where he had always placed it ever since his mother made it for him. He closed the closet behind him and put on his favorite outfit. About thirty seconds later, he opened the door and stepped out, showing that his blue pajamas had been replaced by a navy blue jumpsuit with golden trim and a sky-blue, stencil pokeball on the right side of it. The jacket of that jumpsuit was made a bit like a robe. It hung down to the knees in the back, reacting to the slightest change in wind speed or direction.After he spent a couple of minutes admiring his outfit in the mirror, he turned his head slightly to look at his clock – 8:06 A.M. “Whoops! I’d better get to Professor Elm’s place right away!” Travis said to himself, and left his room, turning the lights off behind him.
Travis stepped out into the hallway, and started down the steps, but stopped when he heard the door to his parents’ bedroom open. “Champ? A bit early for you to be leaving, isn’t it?” a sleepy voice came from the opened door between yawns. Out stepped a man of about thirty-five or thirty-six years old – Travis’ father. He was wearing a white muscle shirt and blue jeans and looked like he’d just gotten out of bed. Travis couldn’t help but laugh a bit at his father. “Dad,” he said, “It’s eight already, and you complain about me sleeping too late?”
“It’s 8:00?” Travis’ father repeated, blinking in disbelief.
Travis nodded and replied, “I’ve got to be at Professor Elm’s lab at 8:30. I don’t want to be late and get, like, a Magikarp or something.”
“But couldn’t being late be a good thing?” his father asked. “I’ve heard that Ash Ketchum got that Pikachu of his because he was too late to get the ones that were already there.”
“No, no…” muttered Travis, shaking his head, “As far as I’ve heard, Professor Elm got an Eevee, a Chikorita, a Totodile, and a Cyndaquil. No Pikachu. So in this case, being late isn’t good. Besides, I don’t want that jerk Nate to snag my Eevee.”
“Ah, that’s another matter entirely…” his father mumbled. “Why don’t you get along with Nate, anyway?”
“Because he’s mean to everyone, because he has respect for neither you nor Professor Elm, who’s your good friend, and his cousin, and because he’s just not a very nice person,” answered Travis tersely. “Dad, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get to the lab before I’m really late.”
“Alright,” said his father, conceding defeat in this small debate – he could use another hour’s sleep. “You are coming back before you actually leave, right?”
“Sure, I will,” said Travis, smiling, “Mom would have a heart attack if I just left without saying anything to her.”
“Alright then, champ, take care of your business. There’ll be a surprise waiting for you when you get back,” his father attempted to end the conversation, and when Travis opened his mouth, his father preempted him and said, “…and don’t bother asking because I’m not telling you a thing until you get home.”
“Okay, I’m going, then,” said Travis. He opened the door, stepped outside, and shut it a little harder than he normally would have. “Thanks for ruining my morning,” he muttered to himself angrily. To Travis, Nate wasn’t exactly a good topic for morning conversation – or any conversation, for that matter. Nate came from one of the higher-class families of New Bark Town, and on top of that he was the son of Professor Elm’s younger cousin, so he got what he called “special privileges.” He and Travis were two of the four trainers that were leaving on their journeys today. Travis had interesting relationships with the other kids his age in New Bark Town. One was his best friend, Shiro. “Is Shiro even up yet?” Travis wondered. Shiro was a slightly rebellious, budding ladies’ man whose love for fire Pokemon was matched only by his love for skateboarding. However, with all of these great attributes, there was one glaring fault that Travis, despite being his best friend, had low tolerance for – Shiro had an annoying tendency to be late, especially for something important. Missing fifteen minutes at the arcade wasn’t a big deal, but if he missed this…
“Travis! Travis!” came a yell from his left. Travis looked in that direction and saw Shiro, who was fully dressed and carrying a skateboard in hand. Today, Shiro donned his usual spiky, bright-red hair and blue jeans. He was also wearing a white t-shirt covered by a long-sleeved red one with black trim and a black-and-white yin-yang on each shoulder. For Shiro, even though the inner garment would change occasionally (at least in color), the red shirt on the outside was a constant. He usually kept it buttoned in the winter months, but open in summer. It was open today – it was the first of June and meteorologists expected a warm day ahead.
“Shiro!” shouted Travis, running over to meet him. High-fiving his best friend, he said, “So you’re on time for once?”
Shiro looked at him in an expression of near disbelief and answered, “You thought I’d miss something this important? C’mon, be real about things. This is my chance to finally be away from my family…and my klutz of a little brother, Marco.” The two began to walk toward the lab, which could be easily seen from their street. “You know I had to change my pants today because that clumsy brat spilled orange juice on them?” Shiro complained.
“So you were up early enough to have breakfast today?” asked Travis with a wry smile. Just then, they passed by a house that was larger than the rest, and had a rather ornate gate on the front. “Y’know, when I was young, I used to think that this was the best house in the world,” Travis began. “But, now, since Nate moved in five years ago…”
“Yeah…” sighed Shiro. “You haven’t liked him since he showed up.”
“Me?!” yelled Travis, “Need I remind you about the little picture incident in art class when we were eight?”
“Oh, yeah,” Shiro sighed again nostalgically, “How could I forget? Our teacher asked us all to bring in a baby picture of ourselves, and just before he showed his, I switched it with the picture of a Rattata.”
“Skinny as a mouse, and teeth bigger than his head,” they both said at the same time, then burst into a fit of laughter. After a few seconds, Travis shook his head, and between laughs, said, “Okay, we’re here. Let’s just go inside. “
Stepping into the lab, Travis ignored the rest of the books and computer equipment. He did notice, however, that at least one of the other two trainers were already here. The only one that wasn’t, it seemed, was Professor Elm himself. “I’m gonna have to get used to that,” Travis mumbled. There used to be a time when Professor Elm was at the lab for days on end and never left.
“You know what I heard about Elm?” asked Shiro.
“Uh-uh,” said Travis, shaking his head and hungrily waiting to gobble up the latest gossip.
“I heard that Mrs. Elm said she’d divorce the professor if he didn’t get a social life – and quick…” responded Shiro, almost like the very thought was amusing to him.
Suddenly, a piercing mid-range voice cut into the two friends’ conversation and yelled, “You guys are late!!” Travis, who had had his full attention on what Shiro was saying, turned and looked in the direction where the voice had come from. There he saw a boy with slick, jet-black hair and a very expensive-looking burgundy outfit. This was Nathaniel Elm, or “Nate,” for short. Shiro loved to insult him, and many times, Travis joined in. “Nate, Nate,” Shiro said, shaking his head in pity, “you must have come here in such a hurry that you left your common sense at home.”
Travis gave Shiro a strange look and drawled, “But he always does that,” at which Nate growled at him. Shiro said, “If you’re not completely blind and stupid, Nate, you’ll notice that your cousin, Professor Elm, isn’t here at the moment, and as such, we are not late, but actually quite early.”
“You low-class scum!” Nate growled, walking over to Shiro and forcefully grabbing him by the collar.
“Uh…Nate, you don’t wanna do that…” Travis pleaded. Shiro was great at martial arts. His sensei was a student of Bruno, a former member of the Elite Four. He figured that grabbing Shiro like that simply could not have a good end result.
Shiro slipped under Nate’s grip, pulling the latter’s left hand along with him and between his legs. Shiro then stood and quickly yanked the hand between Nate’s legs upward, resulting in Nate slumping to the floor uttering a short and rather feminine squeal. “Oh, please, enough,” a girl’s voice came from the front door of the lab. A twelve-year old girl with hot-pink, shoulder-length hair and a low-cut shirt and pants of the same color stood in the doorway for a few seconds, then walked towards the scene.
“Katrina…” Nate groaned quietly and in a voice slightly higher than normal, “How embarrassing to be in this position because of that penniless idiot…” This was the fourth and last trainer – Katrina Sasano. She was easily one of the most popular students at the Academy. Why? She was, as one boy put it, “A perfect blend that makes everyone happy.” She was quite tomboyish enough to play with the boys, and yet at the same time feminine enough to relate to the girls. She had reached an immaculate middle ground that few girls her age – or any other age – could hope to. Her family was nearly as rich as Nate’s was, but she was much more down-to-earth than he.
Katrina looked at Nate and did a fake pout and giggled at him. “I’d kick you in your face right now,” she said wryly, “but I don’t think it’s worth getting my shoe dirty. Plus, considering what part of your body you’ve got your hands on,” she raised an eyebrow, “I think you’ve gone through enough pain already. Wait a second...wasn't the prof right behi…”
“WATCH OUT!!” a voice yelled from the door. Nate attempted to stand up, and Travis looked that way. Katrina gasped. A split second later, the four trainers were on the ground, joined by a man that looked to be in his later 30’s with khaki pants, a white lab jacket, brown hair and glasses. Red computer-like devices and pokeballs were also scattered everywhere.
Big ups to Cs32 for emailing me all 20+ chapters so I could get this thing going again.
*bows and worships some more*
A little advice to all of you fellow writers...if somebody says that they saved your entire fic (at least as far as it went) to their computer, that means that they like it, so try as hard as you can to keep it going.
Thus, I will try again.
- EM1, out...but there's more where this came from.