It's been a very long time since I last wrote anything at all. Longer than I care to remember! So to remedy this I decided to write a one shot about a trainer preparing to enter a league of my own creation. So please read and enjoy! All feedback will be much appreciated.
This is no longer a one-shot but instead it is a prologue which will be updated with stories from Sven's ten or so years of being a Pokemon trainer. This will eventually culminate in his Staffs league challenge. The chapters will not be chronological but will be posted at random from different points in his life. I will also vary the medium in which I write as I'm still a little rusty and want to try out different things i.e. Diary entries, P.O.V's, etc. I will update every few days with luck!
Once I learn how to put a contents page in I shall. Anyone who can help please PM me
A League of their own
The Pokémon centre, one of many facilities specially built to provide health care for participants during the Staffs league, buzzed with cries of excitement from both trainer and Pokémon alike. It was the first day of league entry and the building was full of trainers mulling over the nine partners who would accompany them in their campaign to earn the title of ‘Staffs League Champion’. Sitting at a table in the centre’s café with a freshly brewed cup of tea, one such trainer considered his options.
Skimming idly through the rules, the trainer snorted derisively at the rule stipulating that you could not use legendary Pokémon. Who had legendary Pokémon anyway? They were after-all unique and even Sven’s lecturers at University hadn’t owned any! Having extracted as much amusement as he felt he could, Sven stopped procrastinating and began the process of picking his nine champions.
The first was easy, his starter Blastoise. Who better to bring than the companion with whom he had spent the past eleven years sharing in adventures and education with? Sven had first met Blastoise as a Squirtle back in junior school at the beginning of his penultimate year when all children were given a starter Pokémon based on their previous grades. Despite being a top tier student, Sven had allowed the remaining Charmander to go to his best friend in favour of the jolly tiny turtle who had been amusing himself by blowing bubbles into the air and bursting them with his tail. Since that first day, when they’d gone on to beating Kurt and Charmander in a battle, the two had remained staunch allies and had become a well-known double act throughout school, famed both as fierce battlers and class clowns. Thinking back to those times, Sven smiled as he entered Blastoise’s details into the first blank box.
Pokémon Species: Blastoise
Power level: 85
Move set: Hydro Pump, Ice Beam, Skull Bash, and Rapid Spin
One down, eight more to go.
Staring at the second box, Sven’s mind drifted back to the final day of junior school. He had been walking home when he had seen an injured Bulbasaur which had previously belonged to Scott, an unpleasant boy who had been expelled a few months previously. Scott had never been bright and so had been awarded Bulbasaur as a starter due to its low level of maintenance. However, whilst Bulbasaur was easy to raise it still required care, something Scott had neglected to provide. Sven had rushed Bulbasaur home to his father who agreed to be his trainer until Sven’s licence had been upgraded later that year on the condition that he continued his education with the view of inheriting the family gym when the time came. Of course being a boy of his word, Sven had focussed on the grass type upon entering University and had raised many powerful grass types with Venusaur being at the forefront of any assessment he had undertaken. Once he had gotten over his rough treatment at the hands of Scott, Bulbasaur had proven to be a brave individual who never gave up and had gotten Sven out of many tricky situations. With this in mind, Sven entered into the second box.
Pokémon Species: Venusaur
Power level: 89
Move set: Sludge Bomb, Seed Bomb, Double Edge, and Earthquake
Now with these two, there’s only one guy I want as my third member.
Upon entering secondary school, Sven had been required to provide three Pokémon with which to train. To help him with this and as a reward for achieving such high grades at junior school, his Grandparents had bought him a Magby with the view of seeing their grandson enter school with a balanced team. Originally, Sven had been less than impressed with the Live Coal Pokémon which appeared too timid to even be capable of battling, not forgetting that the Magby line was considered an out of date choice with people tending to favour the duel type fire Pokémon such Infernape and Camerupt. Yet with time, Magby grew up to be a confident battler and had featured heavily in many of Sven’s gym battles and assessments both as a Magby and Magmar. Having only recently evolved Magmar into Magmortar, Sven had worked hard to make sure that his speed was not inhibited by his newfound bulk and that the tremendous boost in power would be worth it.
Pokémon Species: Magmortar
Power level: 90
Move set: Fire Blast, Thunderbolt, Earthquake, Cross chop
This is getting a lot easier now; I guess the other three will be left out if I don’t pick them now!
Sven smiled as he entered the next three Pokémon into the remaining blank boxes without a second thought.
Pokémon Species: Clefable
Power level: 81
Move set: Meteor Mash, Moonlight, Cosmic Power, and Ice Beam
Pokémon Species: Medicham
Power level: 83
Move set: Hi Jump Kick, Psycho Cut, Ice Punch, and Thunder Punch
Pokémon Species: Flygon
Power level: 84
Move set: Dragon Claw, Earthquake, Fireblast, and Fly
Entering his secondary school team seemed like a good idea to Sven. They were the six Pokémon who had fought together the most throughout his eleven year journey and they had earned him his place at University even if only Venusaur had actually accompanied him there. Clefable, Medicham and Flygon had all been caught and trained during the two years of optional education Sven had undertook and with them he had managed to achieve an impressive semi-finalist position during the school’s leaver’s tournament. He had also managed to win the first 6 tiers of the Staffs gym badges and with their help won the two final tiers upon graduating from the Grass leader’s course at University. With this Sven was qualified to take over the gym from his father who soon looked to be retiring. However first, he had to have one last chance at tournament battling with the hope of finally gaining that elusive first place!
With this in mind, Sven had to carefully consider his three substitutes, Pokémon he could use if any of his chosen six were tired or injured. For this Sven had a number of other Pokémon at his disposal, consisting mostly of Grass Pokémon he’d specially trained at University. Of these he went for the Pokémon who had won him his final degree, Breloom. Breloom had been the first Pokémon he’d obtained upon embarking on his course and made up half of his Gym leader’s core. Strong and adamant in its belief of victory, Breloom had pushed herself to the limit during Sven’s final battle against the invigilator’s Pidgeot and had barely managed to survive the final assault of Brave Bird. Since that day Breloom had spent time recuperating and rebuilding her strength, but Sven felt that the time for return was imminent and decided to include her in his reserves.
Pokémon Species: Breloom
Power level: 79
Move Set: Spore, Focus Punch, Seed bomb and Substitute
Two more spaces, who to choose?
Although he knew it was risky to include another grass Pokémon, Sven decided that he could rely on his specialist type training and maintain a decent chance of success. With this in mind he entered into the eighth party slot.
Pokémon Species: Cacturne
Power level: 70
Move Set: Needle Arm, Spikes, Counter and Sucker Punch
A bit of new blood can’t hurt after-all!
Sven had only caught Cacturne the previous summer and had barely managed to train him to the level required for his final assessment. Sadly, Cacturne’s inexperience had cost him dearly and he had failed to achieve a single win during these battles. However since graduation, Cacturne had undergone several tough experiences and Sven now felt that he deserved a chance to put right the defeats he’d suffered previously.
With one last position remaining unfilled, Sven had only one more decision left to make. He decided upon Char-char. It was a shame about the nickname but Sophie had always been a bit odd when it came to choosing them. Thinking about Sophie suddenly sent Sven’s mind reeling. He supposed some things never completely sort themselves out, but he had to try. After all, if the rumours of a female trainer with a powerful Rhyperior were true, he may have to face his past demons in the upcoming tournament. If that was to be the case then it was only fitting that Char-char got the chance to face off against his old trainer. Feeling, perhaps melodramatically, that his hand was guided by fate Sven filled out the final box.
Pokémon Species: Charizard
Power level: 69
Move set: Flamethrower, Seismic Toss, Fly and Earthquake.
Stopping quickly to review his choices, Sven drained the lukewarm remnants of his tea and headed to the queue forming by the main desk. Standing quietly in line, he reflected on what this competition meant. It would be his last chance to prove to those who doubted his abilities how good he was and that his bond with all of his Pokémon was the reason behind that. He knew each of them inside out and the tactics he would need to implement. He knew it was his last chance to win a tournament for the foreseeable future and probably the last time that some of his Pokémon would fight together. He reached Nurse Joy and handed the form over.
“This all seemed to be in order”, she said checking the form. “Are you sure these are the Pokémon you want to use?”
“Yep, these are the crčme de la crčme of my Pokémon.” Sven smiled, “I suppose you could say they are in a league of their own!”
How they would fare remained to be seen.