Yes, ANOTHER Spin-off of Hell Hath no Fury: An Ice Queen's Saga. Hopefully this one won't die. Lorelei will play a pretty minor role inthis fic, but Nuschantz, as you will see, will be a pretty major one.
For those of you who don't know what Nuschantz is, it's all explained.
Tell me if you guys need more info about the Battle of Sheer Cliff. I'd be happy to provide it for you.
Chapter 1: Just For Starters...
“You'll like it there,” Steven assured her, grinning widely at her. He was a General, he had told her. A General of something called a Gym. He insisted that he was something called a Gym Leader, though. She wasn't quite sure what a Gym was, but judging by the way he and the other Outlanders spoke of it, it was something wonderful. But he had said that he commanded the men that trained under him in his Gym, and he was the ultimate authority for the Gym. Wouldn't that make him a general?
“It's one of the best places in Johto. Elm's even got a secondary lab there. True, it's mostly rock, but we've got our share of greenery.” Greenery. He kept talking about such things. Plants so big that you could conceal a Snorlax underneath their vines. Trees as tall as the five-story Verin Retreat. What had been the Verin Retreat. Fields of flowers that didn't need to be taken care of inside a greenhouse. Could those stories really be true?
Sarah Gilchrist frowned at Steven. “I thought that green things only grew near the coasts.” she stated. “Of course, that may be because I've never really heard much about places outside of Nuschantz.” The wintry country of Nuschantz, a resort country for those who had enough money, had been her home, and she had never been outside the country. She had heard tales of Sintaur to the south, where endless plains of green grass stretched as far as the eye could see; Effeular and its mountains and streams; and Acquar, where sand stretched for miles, and temperatures so high that they could kill a man in minutes. She shuddered. She much preferred her own country of Nuschantz. She couldn't imagine living anywhere else. But here she was leaving it, probably for good.
She remembered the battle, each painstaking move that she had done. She had held off dozen of Doppelganger Blizzards, as the rebel Blizzards had been called single-handedly with just her trusty carbine and the team of Pokemon that had been assigned to her. She had done such a good job, infact, that Steven, a Kanto general, had personally come and talked to her, inviting her to come to Johto to try living as a Gym Trainer in his gym.
She remembered when Gertal himself had come to speak to her. She had been making sure that her Pokemon partners were getting the medical attention that they had so desperately needed.
“Lieutenant Gilchrist,” a commanding voice said. Sarah whirled around and snapped to attention, to see the kindly, smiling face of the leader of Team Blizzard. “At ease, soldier,” he said, smiling
“Thank you, sir,” Sarah said, spreading her legs slightly and putting her hands behind her back. She looked at Gertal, in awe of the man, not really believing that they were in the same room. His graying hair and wrinkling skin was a sharp contrast to his vibrant eyes, and his youthful grin.
“Sarah, I'd like to introduce Steven Hall, General of the Johto Expeditionary Forces.”
Sarah shifted her gaze to the Johtan, noting the man's skin. It was tanned, but not quite as dark as an Acquarrian. It was a medium shade of brown, like a Sintauran horse master. His unnatural light blue hair fell into his emerald eyes. Sarah's brown eyes took in his dirt-colored, long-sleeved shirt and darker brown vest. He was handsome, she decided, but she, a Nomad, would have no chance romantically with him, if she had had any ideas about it, which she didn't. Even if she did, she was a Lieutenant, and he was a General. He stepped forward and held out his hand. “It's nice to meet you, Sarah. I saw you battling today. You are an excellent trainer.”
Sarah looked at his proffered hand, then up at Steven. “Why do you offer me your hand?” she asked curiously. “Do you wish to marry me? And what is a 'trainer'? I have heard your men speaking of them.”
Steven blushed and quickly withdrew his hand. “Obviously we have different customs.” he mumbled.
Gertal laughed a loud, booming laugh, and pounded Steven on the back. “I knew that would happen, my friend, but I wanted to see what you would do.” Steven smiled sheepishly and looked away, and Gertal turned to Sarah. “Sarah, for the Resorters and most of the rest of the world, when someone offers you their hand, it is a method of greeting, nothing more.”
Sarah cocked her head curiously, and looked at Steven intently. “Why?” she asked.
“Excuse me?” Gertal asked.
“Why do they grasp one another's hands?” Sarah asked. “It seems rather pointless to me. If you see the other person, why is it socially required to touch them? Isn't the mere sight of them enough?” By her tone, Gertal and Steven could tell that she was genuinely curious, and not trying to be difficult.
Steven and Gertal looked at each other, then Steven spoke. “It's not exactly required, but so many people do it that. If you don't want to, that's fine. But some people might be offended if you don't shake their hand.”
Something changed in Sarah's eyes, and her hand came up and out, palm outwards, towards Steven. “Then let me shake your hand. I did not mean to offend you. I stand ready to take whatever punishment you feel is necessary.”
Gertal laughed again. “Sarah, just because he's higher in rank than you doesn't mean that he is like me.”
Steven grinned as he took her hand in his and shook her hand firmly. “You didn't offend me, you just—Ow!” he exclaimed as Sarah tightened her own grip. “That's good!” he gasped, “That's good! You can let go now!”
Sarah let go of his hand as if it were on fire. “I did something else wrong, didn't I?” she asked. “I knew that I would.”
Steven grimaced up at her. “No,” he said through gritted teeth, holding his hand, and hunching over it. “But just for future reference, it isn't a contest of who is stronger.”
Sarah brought herself back to the future. She had learned much more about Johtan culture since that day, and she was confident that she could avoid many of the social blunders, but she knew that there was no way that she would avoid all of them. Steven had told her much of this, and she had learned more from talking to the assorted Johtan trainers that had been in the camp. It had been they who had finally told her what trainers really were.
Steven was telling her what it was like in his gym. It sounded like a very nice place, if overly metallic. When she had told him that, however, he just laughed and explained that most of the gyms in the Johto League designed their gyms after the type that they specialized in.
To Sarah, this was an unnecessary luxury, and said so.
Steven laughed. It was a very nice laugh, Sarah decided. It was deep-but not as deep as Gertal's-and it was friendly. “Sarah, you've got a lot to learn. Johto, Kanto, and Hoenn are countries of luxury. At least for the successful Pokemon trainers.”
That brought silence to Sarah for the rest of the flight. Slowly, she fell asleep, and dreamed of trees the size of mountains, flowers, and green things that grew all over the place.
“Sarah?” Sarah thought that she heard someone talking to her, but she ignored the voice, and tried to burrow deeper into her bunk. “Sarah, we're here.”
“Buzz off, Hanover. I'm sleeping in. We've got a week before maneuvers, remember?” she mumbled, and tried to shut the voice out of her mind.
There was a chuckle. “Sarah, wake up. We're in Johto, and you're in the aisle seat.” at the mention of the country, Sarah's eyes sprang open. Johto. She had waited for so long to see what it was like.
“The trees!” she shouted, and practically tore through Steven in an attempt to get to the window. What she saw astounded her. Dimly, she felt Steven slide out from underneath her, and move towards the exit. Gone was the snow, ice, and rocks of her home country. In their place was a slab of concrete and a building much like the one at the Hampton Haven that she had just left, except that here there was no snow. And behind the terminal...she could only stare. Green. There was so much green. Grass, much like she had seen pictures of, what she believed was called brush, and what she could only assume were trees. They were tall things, most of them, and had green things that Steven had told her were called leaves hanging off of extensions.
It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen in her entire life.
“Sarah?” she turned away from the window to see Steven standing over her. “You coming? We kind of need to get off.” Dimly, she heard some cheering, but didn't think anythign of it.
Wordlessly, Sarah nodded, and followed Steven to the exit. When she reached the aperture, she froze. Outside, waiting for them, were hundreds of people, yelling and shouting at the plane. All were nicely dressed, and looked like they made a pretty good living, and all of them were cheering for her.
It was the single most terrifying thing that Sarah had seen in her life.
She screamed and dove back into the plane. To her, people like that had always, until recently, been her enemies. To see that many people like that together in one place had terrified her out of her wits.
“I'm really sorry about that,” Sarah told Steven, curled up in a device that apparently was generally used for Ice types. “I'm not that used to crowds. We Nomads don't get together that much. And people dressed like that are generally Resorters. And I'm not used to trusting them yet.”
Steven smiled and sat down next to her. “That's fine, Sarah, but we've got to have a talk about what happened when you came out of the plane.”
Sarah's face fell. “I'm sorry,” she whispered. “But when one of us Nomads ask for a fight, it's human to human. I'm glad that he wasn't permanently hurt.”
Steven laughed. “He's going to be sore for a while, though. You hit him pretty hard.”
Sarah smiled up at him. “I didn't know. Thanks for letting me use your use your Aggron, by the way.”
Steven grinned. “No problem. You handled him like a pro. You've obviously got a lot of experience with Pokemon.”
Sarah smiled. “Every Resorter is trained in Pokemon warfare from about age five and onwards. I wouldn't say that I'm the best at it, though.”
Steven shook his head. “Nope, I wouldn't either. One of my Kantan friends, AJ, is the best I've ever seen. He would never try to be part of the Indigo Elite Four, though, so most people think that he's just weak.”
“That's what some people told me you were, but look at you. You're a pro. That's why I offered you that Gym Trainer position.” Steven said, staring straight into her eyes.
Sarah smiled. “That is very kind of you, but after coming over here and seeing Johto for myself, I am not sure if it would be the best thing to do.”
Steven smiled. “Just give it a few months, Sarah. Then we'll see how you're doing. If you still don't feel like you fit in, I'll give you enough money to go wherever you want to go.”
Sarah grinned at the trainer she had just defeated. “End of the line,” she said, grinning, and bowed deeply. “Come again!” she called after him. She looked up as Steven approached her. “We're closing the gym for the night, Sarah. Would you mind joining me for supper in a half hour? There's someone that I want you to meet.”
Sarah nodded. “Sure,” she said, bowing her head slightly. “I'll be there. Are you kicking me out? Because if so, these last two years have been among the most enjoyable I've had in my life.”
Steven laughed. “No, I'm not firing you. It's just that I've got some company, and I thought that you might want to see her. After all, she was near us in the Battle of Sheer Cliff.”
Sarah's eyes lit up. “I shall be there, then.” She frowned. Who in the world could it possibly be? It obviously wasn't Gertal, since Steven had specifically said that it was a woman. Who in the world could it possibly be? Another Nomad?
Sarah walked into Steven's personal Dining Room, and stopped. He was talking to a young woman who was a little younger than she was. She was small, with white hair. Steven looked up and saw Sarah. “Lorelei, this is the young woman I've been telling you about, Sarah Gilchrist.” the girl turned and looked at Sarah. “Sarah, this is Lorelei Winters of the Indigo League Elite Four. She was on the top of Sheer Cliff during the battle.”
Sarah strode forward, and extended her hand, remembering amusedly the first time that Steven had done the same. Lorelei took her hand, but didn't squeeze at all. It felt like a limp Magikarp. “Hello, Sarah, I've heard a lot about you. I'm impressed,” she said quietly. “In fact, that's why I want to give you this.” she held out a Pokeball. “It's the son of my Sneasel, Junior; and the grandson of the very first Pokemon.”
Sarah stared at the Pokeball. She was getting a Pokemon from a member of an Elite Four? She looked up at Lorelei. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “I don't know what to say.” She reached out and took the Pokeball, and bowed. “Thank you very much.”
“Lorelei is heading to Azalea,” Steven interjected, “And she said that she wanted some company. Would you be interested in going with her?”
Sarah eyed the Ice Elite. Starting her journey off with someone of her caliber? “I'd be honored,” Sarah grinned, her eyes glittering.
by the way, to any who know what I'm talking about *coughelemental_charizamcough* I'm going to try to have this have the same storyline as the ORIGINAL version of Hell Hath no Fury: An Ice Queen's Saga. Modified for Sarah, of course.