I would like to thank Nintendo for Pokemon, characters, and regions. I would like to thank the Serebii, Team Rocket’s Rockin’, Pokeschool, and Tvtome websites for plot reminders and theories. Jennifer, Jacob, and Janice are my characters as well as specific interpretations of the origin of the legendaries. I am also putting this here, even though it's on fanfiction.net, because I can't get the links to work. Team Rocket Trilogy, part one.
Pokemon World: The Appearance of Mew (edited to create better readability)
Chapter One: Desperation
Peru, ca. 2010
A young woman instinctively drew the first breath she had had in hours. Her head swam in a numbed pain, her muscles audibly ripping with every slight movement, her blood dripping down the rocky outcropping where she found herself lying. Time had been a dark, lonely eternity as her mind floated in nothingness. She tried to open her eyes, but they had long ago been swollen shut from her injuries.
How did she get there?
The young woman tried to remember, but clear memories were growing rarer. All she remembered was that there had been a blast - a tremendous force of power that had flung her off a cliff toward the valley below, hidden in a deep mist.
"Uuunnnnhhhh," she groaned as she tried to pull herself up. It was no good - she was fighting the inertia of being comatose for weeks. Her muscles had atrophied, her organs screaming for water and nutrients, her brain throbbing from immense swelling.
She screamed suddenly, jerking up with an impossibly strong reserve of power. Her cat! She had to save her cat!
The thought of her white, fluffy kitten brought back a stream of memories...
The last ten acres of rain forest in Peru were about to be logged. Workers had run up against environmental fanatics, plagues of microbial diseases, and tribal guerilla warfare. Still, the bulldozers came. Soon there were only a few trees left standing...
Jennifer stared at the map of Peru while her kitten, Jewel, purred happily among her catnip toys. She banged her fist against the table, ripping the map accidentally. She couldn't get the injunction in time, she grumbled to herself, and now her years of hard work were meaningless. If only the international community could prioritize! She couldn't bring herself to admit the fight was over, a fight over the last vestiges of natural beauty. Already the news channels showed hordes of apocalyptic dancers in the streets of just about every country - shouting out, singing almost, about the Coming, the coming of the End. She just couldn't let that happen. Jennifer bit her lip, thinking that apathy and laziness was finally catching up to everyone.
Shouting interrupted her self-inflicted pity session. Jennifer rushed out of her tattered trailer, followed by Jewel, and ran toward a group of loggers, trapped in a fight with tribal locals. Guns, rocks, firecrackers, gas, poison darts - anything that was handy became fair game. The loggers' bulldozers had hit some ruins, causing the battle with the locals. A stone temple, bricks crumbling underneath the heavy machinery, broke from the dark, rich earth. Jennifer and a few other coworkers, the ones not currently involved with heated arguments and rioting, stared awestruck at such an amazing find. Surely, the logging would have to stop - after all, now the site could be considered a historically-endangered site and receive legal protections it didn't have as just a fading resource for wood. The skies darkened above the fray as casualties mounted. Jewel, usually very aloof and contented, growled and ran back toward the trailer. Strange, thought Jennifer, Jewel never got angry about anything. She saw a tenth person go down, and noticed a strange sound in the air, almost like some sort of chime. She thought she could also hear choppers in the distance, but it was hard to hear through the shouting and gunfire. Her blood ran cold - something wasn't right. The winds picked up and dust devils swirled around the combatants, while the rocks and bricks beneath them shimmered eerily. A small white orb, possibly ball lightning she supposed, appeared in the midst of the mob. As Jennifer absorbed the situation, she could smell rank gunpowder. A bomb...
Just as the orb exploded, so did the bomb the loggers had set to break up the rioting. People were flung in all directions, the smell of blood and burnt flesh mingling with gunpowder and a strange, grass-like scent like a fresh-cut lawn. As Jennifer felt herself soar through the air, she looked in the direction of her trailer, watching in horror as Jewel ran inside just as the blast collapsed her temporary home.
Jennifer slumped backwards, her exhaustion defeating her sudden surge of strength. As soon as she could get up, she'd look around for Jewel. Hopefully, she was still alive. After all, Jennifer had been closer to the blast and SHE was still breathing.
She lay back on the hard rock, barely able to see the bright blue sky above her through swollen eyes. Just as she was beginning to lose conciousness again, she thought she saw a faint pink orb floating high above her...