Hey everyone. This is my second fanfic that I've posted on Serebii.net, and I'm excited to do so. It is called Densetsu no Kage, and is the story told about an adventure that happens after the training and glory days of a Pokemon Trainer. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy it. I sure am having fun writing it.
Densetsu no Kage (The Shadow of a Legend)
In ancient tradition, it is said that a legend is not made, but rather is part of an eternal round. However, in reality it seems as if these heroes come from diverse backgrounds, and rather than shining as the sun throughout their entire lives, they seem to shimmer with a brief flash of glory before being snuffed into the silence of the past.
Man wins fourteen million dollars in the lottery and gives it all to charity. Woman develops a cure for mysterious bacterial infection. Two people save hundreds of souls on a sinking ship. Thus screamed the headlines of yesteryear, and we honored our heroes, celebrated their actions, and swore to remember them. However, these remain nothing but shadows in the minds of the common people, flooded with the present and the new.
This same concept applies to the villains of the world. Legends in their own right for terrible crimes against the human family, they burn with the same bright flash that the heroes enjoyed, except with hatred and malice looking back at them rather than glory. Buildings destroyed by an evil conspiracy. Teenagers murdered by fellow classmate in broad daylight. Hundreds of lives lost in horrifying explosion. They leave scars upon the fabric of time, and although terrible at first, heal gradually until, they too, disappear.
What happens to these legends in our world? Do they feel that they have sipped from the chalice of glory and therefore their life seems complete? Do they constantly wish to relive the days of their fame? Do they watch carefully from the sidelines and see others rise to take their place with joy? With envy? Dozens of these heroes are scattered all over the globe, and for whatever reason remain hidden from the view of the public, hiding in a world of night.
However, as is seen every morning, when a new sun rises and brings a new day, there are always shadows that follow; behind every mountain, building, and tree. No, these shadows may have been forgotten by the world, but they have not forgotten themselves.
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Two men stood facing each other in a large, ornamental marble room, ten feet apart from each other. It was square in shape, and seemed very elegant, but sturdy, with large marble pillars and columns reaching up at each corner of the room. The room had seen many rough moments, as chunks of rubble laid strewn across the floor. The walls and pillars had gaping slashes in them. Some had worn down with time, while others seemed rather recent. Every gap seemed to be a narrow eye, watching the center of the room.
The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a small hole in the roof. It was jagged and narrow, but it glimmered with a shimmering white force of the noonday sun. The light shown down through a thin layer of dust upon the two men, illuminating their bodies.
One man had a strong and majestic figure, and was dressed in an elegant dark blue suit. The suit seemed to have weathered many things, and was unbuttoned. The man’s undershirt was also un-tucked. His hair was long, yet as wavy as the ocean, and it seemed to flow back over his shoulders at its own accord. He had his eyes locked onto his opponent who stood opposite of him.
His opponent stood tall, and while did not have the elegance of the first man, seemed to hold himself with a pride in his step. He gave off an aura of confidence, which seemed a swagger so intense the first man felt he was being choked. He seemed to be in his thirties, and wore a simple T-shirt with blue jeans that hung loosely on his body. His eyes were on his opponent as well, but he was not nearly as focused.
Before the second man was a large, dog-like creature with bright orange fir sat with every muscle taught and ready to pounce. A white mane that resembled the smoke of a burning maple flowed elegantly around its neck, and a matching tail clung to its hindquarters and billowed slightly. The dog had its teeth bared. They were a pearl white and nearly two inches long. It growled softly with every pant, and each sound was as a fire’s cackle.
“You have done well so far, challenger,” the first man said. “Though you still hold two Pokemon with you at the moment and I hold but one, this battle is not finished.”
“I will admit,” said the second man, “that you had me pretty nervous with your last choice. A Dragonair. And an exceptionally well raised one at that. I was worried for a moment that Arcanine would not be able to deal enough damage to keep Dragonair distracted for it to land a final blow, but Arcanine never ceases to amaze me.” He gave an approving look to his Pokemon. “His fangs seem to always hit their mark. Anyway, humor me Lance! I hope you have saved the best for last!”
Lance wanted to spit. The man’s pride was sickening. It was time to humble him, once and for all. “Of course I saved the best for last,” he whispered under his breath. “Dragonite! Let’s finish this!”
He removed a small, black orb from a pocket inside of his coat. He threw it in the air, and it cracked open with a shimmer of light. The light shot forward like a bolt of lightning two feet away from the Arcanine. The bolt began to materialize into the shape of a large dragon, ten feet tall. Tan scales lined this Pokemon’s body from the crown of its head to the tip of its tail. Lighter scales covered its belly and seemed to be harder for better protection. Its two feet supported its weight easily, though it easily weighed over 500 pounds. Two wings extended from its body and pushed down with great force, sending the Dragonite into the air. It reared back its head and let out a deafening roar. Arcanine winced and placed its paws over its ears. The second man’s confidence seemed to waver, and Lance smiled.
“Go ahead,” Lance taunted, “You first.”
“Arcanine! Latch on to the back of Dragonite’s neck! You may be able to distract it for long enough to find a weak point!” Arcanine sprang like a loaded trap from its position and raced towards the dragon, which was still hovering about two feet in the air. It leaped into the air, fangs bared for the neck. However, Dragonite dropped again to the floor, and Arcanine’s attack missed the mark. Instead, it flew right over the dragon and crashed into a marble pillar with a crunch. Arcanine let out a yelp of pain.
“Crush it Dragonite!” yelled Lance, and the large dragon advanced on the injured dog quickly. With one of its powerful legs it kicked Arcanine in the ribs as it was trying to retain its balance. The force of the blow carried the dog across the rubble strewn floor, and Arcanine let out another yelp. Its smoky mane began to shrivel up and clutch to its face. The second man threw out a blue ball that immaterialized Arcanine into a beam of energy and then pulled it back inside.
“Good job, Arcanine. I know that was tough,” he said to the ball and carefully put it into one of his jean’s pockets. He removed a different ball from his pocket, one that was red and white, and he held it close to his heart. “I’m counting on you, buddy,” he whispered to the ball and caressed it slightly.
“Well, well, well,” Lance smirked, swaggering just as the second trainer had done. “It is now down to our last Pokemon each. I will have you know that my Dragonite has never been beaten before. Through the years we have grown close together and the bond we share is invincible. It is hereby I give you the honor of resigning if you desire.”
The second trainer, still looking at the ball that he held, smiled. “No need. I am going to win this battle, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.”
He threw the ball in the air, and with a burst of electricity, materialized in front of him a small Pokemon, just a little over four feet tall. It was pure white as driven snow, and hovered above the ground just slightly. It had a large head that sat awkwardly on its neck, and rather than being attached at shoulders, its arms descended from its head. Several spots on its head had outcroppings of gem-like ice, with sunken purple eyes looking forward at Dragonite.
Lance’s jaw dropped. He had never seen a Pokemon that remotely resembled the creature floating before him. He could tell that it was of the ice element, which sent a shiver running down his spine. Dragons, while resistant to most elements, were weak against the cold. Being cold blooded reptiles, ice would make their circulatory systems slower until they entered a state of hibernation. He knew he would have to act fast.
“Hurry and blast that creature with a flamethrower!” cried Lance. His only chance was to melt that Pokemon before it could make a move.
“Froslass! Kick up a hailstorm and disappear!” At once, hundreds of balls of ice began to shoot from Froslass’s body and swarm around the room. Just as a fiery torrent of flames shot towards Froslass from Dragonite’s mouth, Froslass melted away into the storm. The dim light became even dimmer as the shards of ice blocked the cracked ceiling. The room’s temperature also began to drop drastically. A fine mist was forming outside of Dragonite’s mouth with every breath as it tried to spy its enemy.
Lance could see that Dragonite would not be able to last for long. “Outrage Dragonite! If that Pokemon is in this room, you should hit it!” Dragonite’s scales seemed to darken with a faint red glow, as if its blood had reached a boiling point. With a bellowing roar it began to flail its arms and legs wildly across the room. It moved randomly, and if its fists or legs came in contact with a wall, another fresh chunk would be cleanly sliced out. However, despite all of the thrashing and rampaging in the room, Froslass remained elusive. The hail continued to beat down on Dragonite’s body, and Dragonite fell to the ground with a fatigued sigh. Within moments, Froslass was hovering above Dragonite’s body. It inhaled deeply, and then exhaled a freezing breath that dripped with powdered snow.
Dragonite was in pain. It swiped out with its mighty claws to knock away the eerie Pokemon, but its hands passed right through, only freezing them more. Dragonite whimpered, and with and exasperated cry, laid its head down.
Lance was dumbstruck. “How can this be possible?” he cried. Tears began streaming down his face. “My Dragonite!”
“He’ll live,” said the trainer as he called Froslass into her ball. “Her frostbite is worse than her bark, however. You may want to rush your friend to a Pokemon Center.” Lance called Dragonite back inside its Pokeball.
“Trainer Darren, you have defeated me,” he humbly said. “You have defeated the Elite Four, and you are the champion of the entire Kanto Region. Congratulations.”
Darren said nothing, but stared upward at the small crack in the ceiling and the light shining downward. He had succeeded where not many had before. He was the Champion! His soul felt all of his hard work and patience come together in the culmination of this grand prize. He had done it. He was a legend!
* * *
“Hello Lance,” said a cool voice over the telephone. “I hope you are calling me with the news that I have been waiting to hear.”
“Yes sir I am,” said Lance, hushed. He sat in a small office, lined with paperwork and books on various Pokemon battling strategies. He put a finger to his left ear so as to better hear the phone with his right. “As I’m sure you know, I was defeated for the first time since I have come to work here at the league.”
“Interesting,” the cool voice replied. “That is very interesting. I presume that he will fit into our plans for the future accordingly?”
“I’m not sure” said Lance. “He likes a challenge, and has a lot of pride. I believe he will work with your plans just fine.”
“Excellent. You have done well Lance,” the voice echoed. “I shall be in touch. Do not forget that I will need you too at the culmination of this new era.”
Lance gulped. “Of…of course not sir. I will be there for you until the end.”
“We’ll see,” said the voice, and with a small chuckle the call was dropped, and Lance rested his forehead against the table. “Oh Darren, what have you brought yourself into?”