Hey guys. This is my first fic. English is not my first language so kindly point out any spelling or grammatical errors that I may have made.
Chapter 1: The Cave
The morning sky was crystal clear; cloudless and blue. A few Starly flitted across it and headed towards the Haven mountain range. Large and majestic, even though the mountain range took up a large part of Haven island very few humans visited it. Occasionally a few mountaineers would climb some of the shorter peaks just for the love of climbing and some archaeologists would look for rare stones and fossils. But the general population of the island avoided the range. Many odd legends were associated with them.
But the mountains themselves were breathtaking. Six mountains, each of them with their own personality. Some were small and covered with forests while others were larger and snow-capped. At the centre of all of them, comparatively larger than the rest, was the spectacular inactive volcano: Mount Flara. Though it had been inactive for several years the mountaineers and scientists never ventured near it. The islanders believed that a Pokemon lived inside a cave close to the peak, deep in slumber, mightier than any other. And, very unusually, it was towards that very cave that a small group of humans and Pokemon were currently travelling.
Giovanni flew on his Charizard towards the volcano while his small army of humans and Pokemon followed him on foot slowly, clumsily, sweating and swearing at the heat. Time had not fared well for Giovanni. He moved slowly as if each step hurt. He needed the help of a walking stick. His face had turned rough with wrinkles and pimples. And worst of all, according to him, his hair had turned grey. Closely behind him was a huge machine walking on long spider-like legs. The machine had been designed by Giovanni himself. It was the ultimate Pokemon catching machine complete with missile launchers, state-of-the-art capture nets and a pokeball storage facility designed to hold a 1000 ultra balls. Cost a small fortune but he hoped it would be worth it. But why all this trouble? What was all this for?
For some time Team Rocket had been going downhill. The members were getting slower, clumsier, unable to commit even the mealiest of thieveries. The new employees were just wanabee, amateur kids who had absolutely no experience and all the while the police force was getting stronger. Major Team Rocket hideouts had been found and many of its members were arrested. Giovanni had no comfort from all of this. He was getting paranoid about the police finding out about his identity. He had even left his Gym to avoid getting caught. In the end he abandoned Team Rocket and lost all of his wealth, his respect, etc. He had moved to Ginzo changed his name to Dwayne Roberts and tried to start a new peaceful life. For you see, he was terribly afraid of jail. The mere thought of it frightened him and for all the crimes he had committed he would, most likely, get a life sentence and would spend the remaining years of his life in jail… which he had absolutely no intention of doing. Giovanni hated his new life. He had become so used to being wealthy and respected and bossing people around. But he continued with his new life getting a job at a local library where, completely by accident he discovered Everon.
Everon. The ever living or, in other words, immortal Pokemon. It was one of the most powerful Pokemon in the world. In was in an ancient myths and legends book that Giovanni found the name. It was said to have destroyed entire cities and killed millions of people. At that exact moment all of Giovanni’s oaths and resolutions never to harm people or misuse Pokemon went right out of the window. He believed that this was the chance that he’d been waiting for. If he had the power to control Everon everything that he had lost would come back to him. But he didn’t know where Everon was. So he spent his free hours in the library, reading through hundreds of dusty hard covers, hoping that he would get a clue to where he had to go to find Everon.
One day by chance that he discovered a reference to Everon in a book about Haven island
MT. FLARA – One of the most famous landmarks
on the island. It is an inactive volcano, one of the
oldest in GINZO. Many odd myths are associated
with it, the most famous being the legend of the
Giovanni could hardly contain his excitement. He hurriedly began organizing a trip to Haven under the guise of a scientific expedition with his remaining money. In three months he was prepared.
Giovanni’s Charizard landed on a strange rock formation a few meters away from the cave. His men stopped directly in front of it. A teenager’s voice piped up from small radio in his belt
“Everyone is in place and awaiting your orders sir.”
He stopped to think. From all he had heard about Everon, it was not going to be caught by a net.
He spoke into the walkie-talkie, “Fire the missiles Arnold.”
Arnold. A Havenian teenager whom Giovanni had recently employed. Young but talented, Arnold was in charge of all the people that Giovanni had hired.
The talkie piped up again, “I’m sorry. Did I just hear you telling me to fire the missiles?”
“You heard me.”
“Whatever. It’s your ***.”
The turret of the machine turned and faced the cave. There was a few seconds pause, after which two missiles were fired. Moments later there was an enormous explosion.
The voice from the talkie said, “Now what, Your Lordship.”
Giovanni, who was still staring unblinkingly at the cave, picked up the walkie-talkie and said softly, “Nothing. Do absolutely nothing.”
“Sure. Nothing’s fine with me.”
Giovanni frowned. The kid was a pain in the *** but he did the job well. And besides Giovanni was shorthanded and had very little time.
A few minutes passed.
“Should we be doing something or are you just paying us for staring at a cave.”
Giovanni grunted. Typical of the new generation. Always bored
“Fine Arnold. Send a few of your men into the cave,” he said turning to the Pokemon catcher where Arnold was seated. Arnold noticed him and showed him a rude gesture.
“And you know what,” said Giovanni, his temperature rising, “You can escort them.”
“Fine. Anything is better than sitting in this piece of ****.”
But Arnold didn’t have time to even get out of the catcher because at that exact moment a high pitch shriek, which nearly shattered Giovanni’s eardrums, erupted from the cave.
His Charizard roared back at the noise and began to look around the cave for the new threat. It didn’t have to wait long.
“What the ****…,”
“For once I completely agree with you.”
Giovanni stared awestruck as the creature stepped outside the cave. It was a hippogriff with an eagle’s head and wings and a horse’s body. It was a beautiful blend of yellow and crimson and so bright that Giovanni couldn’t tell whether the color was that of its skin, fur, feathers or simply flames dancing around it.
Everon stared around at its visitors wondering who had attacked its home. Not that it was hurt of course. Trying to kill Everon with a missile was like trying to kill a Hippowdon with a needle. One of the humans on a Charizard was shouting orders at his companions. Everon’s memory of English was diminished (after all it had been living in a cave for a 1000 years) but if it’s memory served right he thought it went something like, “What the **** are you staring around for? Capture it!". It was then that Everon noticed the huge machine in front of it’s cave. It watched curiously as the turret slowly moved towards it. When the missile was fired Everon simply threw up a defensive shield. The missile bounced of it and proceeded to blacken the surface of a nearby mountain. Everon, still sleepy, yawned. Unfortunately this only seemed to make the little human angrier. He shouted more at the others and they started throwing Pokeballs at it. Now this made Everon angry. It was a 1000 year old legendary Pokemon with unrivalled power and now these humans were trying to capture it with Pokeballs. It was an insult. It let out another deafening roar and calmly proceeded to destroy the humans.
Giovanni stared helplessly as Everon started spitting fireballs at his employees. No matter how many Pokeballs the threw, how many missiles they fired or how many bullets they shot, all of them seemed to bounce of it. This, he thought, would be an ideal time to flee. “Go Charizard.” he said. As Charizard was about to take off Arnold managed to get a hold on its foot. As they were rising he called, “HEY PEABRAIN!”.
Giovanni looked down, “Oh. Its you.”
“YOU WANTED US TO CAPTURE THAT! ALMOST EVERYONE IS DEAD! YOUR’E INSANE!
“Maybe I am Arnold. Maybe…”
Giovanni kicked Arnold’s hand and didn’t even bother watching as Arnold fell a thousand feet into the crevices below. Giovanni took his walkie-talkie, set it to a different frequency and spoke into it.
Thanks for reading. The second chapter should be up in a few days. PLEASE review.