Hi everybody. This is a story that I've been thinking about and working on for a little while now. I'm a good chunk of the way into it, so I think it's about time to start posting parts of it up. I hope you enjoy, leave comments.
You have been accepted. Those words flashed through Darwin’s brain as he sat in the cold arena tunnel. For the past three years he’d studying and training himself to apply for the Pokémon Academy, and now he’d been accepted. Now all he had to do was prove himself in a battle with a school proctor. The letter that he received told him that his performance in battle would dictate which of the four houses. He could hear the sounds of the Pokémon battle in the arena down the hall. Hissing with an unmistakable sound of bursting flames led him to believe that either the student or proctor was using a Charizard.
‘That would be my luck.’ He thought to himself. ‘To end up having to battle a powerhouse like Charizard.’
Darwin found himself flashing back to when he got his acceptance letter. His older sister Rebecca almost ran into their house yelling for him. “Darwin get down here! You’re Academy letter’s here!”
Barreling down the stairs in excitement, Darwin almost lost his footing and fell halfway down the stairs. Regaining his balance, he snatched the letter out of Rebecca’s hand and ripped it open.
“Mr. Law, Thank you for your application. At this moment I would like to send my deepest congratulations on your acceptance to the Pokémon Academy! I GOT IN!” Without reading the rest of the letter, Darwin started jumping in exhilaration. Rebecca stepped forward and grabbed him in a tight hug.
“Congratulations. I’m proud of you little brother. Mom and Dad would be too if they were here.” Rebecca let go, trying to hide the glint of a tear in the corner of her eye.
Shaking his head, Darwin brought himself out of the memory and back to the present. The sounds of the battle had stopped. Looking down the hall he watched the doors, anxiously waiting for a sign of someone coming to get him. Seconds almost felt like hours as he sat on the cold bench. He wondered to himself why they didn’t think it was a good idea to use cushioned benches instead of slabs of concrete.
Suddenly the doors down the hall opened, flooding the hall with a bright white light. A boy slowly walked down the hall. As he got closer, Darwin noticed that he was carrying a small blue bag over his shoulder while holding onto a blue and white jacket.
“Are you Darwin?” The boy asked when he stopped in front of him.
“Yeah.” Darwin choked out, now more nervous than ever.
“The proctor’s ready for you. Good luck, that guy’s a beast. He pulled out a Charizard and everything just went downhill from there.”
The boy turned his attention back down to his jacket as he walked off leaving Darwin at the bench, looking nervously at the source of white light. With a long heavy breath, he lifted himself off the bench and walked toward the doors.
‘At least I was right about the Charizard.’ He felt the small swell of pride rise a little from that one knowledgeable victory. When he finally reached the doors, he walked through without stopping and entered a small arena. At the center was battle field that looked like it had seen some epic battles. Scorch marks and small fissures peppered the entire field as Darwin surveyed the entire thing. Across from him stood a tall man who looked to be in his late 30’s. Confidence radiated from him to the point that you could almost see it.
‘Of course he’s confident,’ he reasoned, ‘he’s a school proctor. His entire job is battling kids who have no idea what they’re doing. If he’s not confident there’s probably an issue.’
Darwin took his place in the box directly across from the man and gave a smug grin to him.
“You must be Darwin. Alright here are the rules, this is a one-on-one battle. We’ll both be using a random Pokémon that will given to us momentarily. We go until our Pokémon can no longer battle. Understood?”
“Yes sir.” Darwin nodded his head in acknowledgment as a short brown haired girl entered the arena with small box in her hands. As she approached Darwin, she opened the box to reveal two pokeballs sitting inside. Without really looking, Darwin grabbed on the balls and held it down to his side.
‘No point in looking at which one I picked, no telling what’s inside either.’ He thought as the girl took the other ball to the proctor. After the girl had cleared the field, the proctor held his pokeball out in front of him.
“Alright! Here we go!” He threw his pokeball out onto the field. When it hit the ground, it opened up and a ball of energy expanded out to a human-like form with four arms.
Looking on, Darwin threw his own pokeball out. Hitting the ground, the energy inside burst out the same, except his expanded out differently. His expanded out to a human-like Cacturne.
‘Great,’ he thought, ‘a world class wrestler versus an emo-plant. This should go well.’
“Machamp use karate chop!” the proctor yelled out to his Pokémon.
At full speed, the muscle bound Pokémon barreled towards Darwin’s Cacturne with all four of its hands poised to chop down. Darwin looked at his Pokémon, who was standing coolly waiting for instructions.
“Cacturne, jump in the air to dodge and use pin needle!”
Immediately, Cacturne took to the air. Darwin watched and couldn’t help but be a little amazed at how high it could jump.
“To soon kid!” The proctor yelled as his Machamp jumped after Cacturne and use its karate chop attack before the helpless Pokémon could use its own attack. The Machamp landed gracefully on its feet while Darwin’s Cacturne crashed into the ground. A cloud of dust seemingly exploded from the ground and lingered momentarily.
“Timing’s an important thing to remember junior. Without the right timing you might as well keep your Pokémon in their pokeballs.”
Darwin ran his mind through all of the grass moves that he think of, and then it hit him. Why was he thinking of ONLY grass moves. There were other options in front of him.
“Cacturne! Use sandstorm, then go right into needle arm!” The Pokémon seemed to gain some confidence from this plan. It spun wildly in place, causing all the dirt and sand on the field to whip up into a stormed frenzy. As the sandstorm engulfed the entire field, the proctor and his Machamp whipped their heads around trying to see where the enemy was going to come from. Suddenly, from right above the Machamp’s head, Cacturne slammed down on its opponent and then disappeared back into the sandstorm. While getting up, Machamp was getting pelted with small bits of debris from the sandstorm, causing it to wince in little bits of pain. Repeatedly, Cacturne jumped from out of the sandstorm and beat the Machamp down with its needle arm before once again disappearing into the sand and dirt.
“Enough! Cacturne return.” Darwin held his pokeball out in front of him and a red beam of light shot out of it towards the Cacturne. Which in turn changed back into energy and returned into its pokeball. As the sandstorm died down, the proctor stood on the other side of the field. A look of outrage was plastered on his face.
“What do you think you’re doing? This battle isn’t over with yet! Get that Cacturne back out here!” His face was starting to turn beet red as he yelled.
“There’s no point in it.” Darwin said, “All that’s going to end up happening is that Machamp is going to get seriously injured or Cacturne is going exhaust itself until it faints. Neither of those things is going to be at all useful in deciding which house I go in.”
“Now you listen here you –“
For the first time, Darwin noticed the black windows on the side of the arena walls as they changed colors to reveal a table of four people sitting and watching from behind it. Each of the four people was wearing a different color. The woman on the end, who was wearing a yellow hunters vest over a black shirt and blue jeans, stood and spoke into the microphone.
“He’s right, there’s no need continue, we’ve made our decision.” The proctor, Clarence, grumbled to himself as he crossed his arms and glared at the woman.
“Darwin Law,” the woman moved her gaze toward him now. “You can come get your things for Yellow House.”