I thought of this idea during the summer and I originally wanted to make it into a hack, but even after reading a few tutorials I still didn't understand the scripting syntax, so one day at school I started writing and before I knew it I had six pages written and the whole plot thought up. However, only the first two chapters are written, and only the first is typed :P Now despite having a very similar premise to a Pokemon game, this will not follow the story arc of a game at all. So without further adue, I present to you chapter one of Pokemon Titans :)
CHAPTER I
"Genesis"
Tracy jumped out of his bed as the alarm clock blared like a police siren. Unconsciously, he checks his watch, seeing the time. He's early. On his door was a map of the Johto region. All the caves, all the towns and all the forests. Teacy lived in New Bark Town, which was a town without a gym. It was connected to Cherrygrove City, a slightly bigger town but it still lacked a gym. It had a Pokemart and a Pokemon Center though, but Tracy couldn't go there because he had to cross the tall grass. Wild Pokemon lived in tall grass, and it was dangerous to venture there without a Pokemon of your own. Every day of his life, Tracy had been stuck in New Bark Town, except for a couple vacations to Goldenrod City. They had a radio tower there and offered tours daily. There was also a big shopping center, but they mostly had things for Pokemon. For Tracy though, today was different. The Pokemon professor in New Bark Town, Professor Elm, had made an announcement that he would be offering three starter Pokemon to the first three trainers that showed up in his lab this morning. Tracy was going to be one of those three.
Forcing himself out of bed, Tracy slipped on his glasses and got dressed. He wrote a note to his mom that he would be at the professor's lab. And finally, the moment he had been waiting for all his life was happening. Tracy slipped out the front door and headed to Elm's lab.
The front door of the lab was unlocked and the lights were on. Would he be early? Tracy came in the front door, but to his dismay there were already four people in line, and as far as he knew, only three starter Pokemon.
"Gary! Good to see you. Now, which will you have? There's Totodile, the water Pokemon, Chikorita, the grass Pokemon, and Cyndaquil, the fire Pokemon."
Elm was always very excited to meet the sons, or grandsons of former Champions. Gary Oak was the young boy's grandfather, he studied Pokemon in the Kanto region.
"I'll have Totodile, sir."
"Totodile, it shall be, my boy! Here you are," said Elm as he handed Gary the Pokeball containing Totodile.
"Best of luck on your journey, Gary."
"Thanks, Professor!"
"Next."
Gary walked out of the lab, smirking at Tracy as he left. There had never been a Champion in Tracy's family; he was hoping to be the first. Alan was next. He lived in Violet City, where the first gym was located.
"And what will you choose," asked the Professor, "Cyndaquil or Chikorita? Both are excellent."
Alan looked back and forth between the two Pokeballs in front of him. Just choose one already, thought Tracy.
"I'll have, uh, that one." Alan pointed to the Pokeball that contained Chikorita. That was the Pokemon Tracy was planning on choosing had he not been late. Alan walked away nervously clutching the Pokeball in his fist, as if it were necessary for his survival.
"Next."
Lance stepped up to the table next. He was a nice kid, the same age as Tracy although they barely knew eachother because Lance lived all the way in Blackthorn City, which had until recently been a thriving place for Pokemon trainers to train there Pokemon until a tornado devastated the city. Lance's father knew Elm though, so Tracy saw Lance a couple times in New Bark Town and exchanged hello's everytime he came.
"Looks like you get Cyndaquil, Lance! It will go well with your hair," said Elm as he chuckled a little. Lance smiled and received the Pokeball.
"Your dad will be so proud, Lance. Good luck."
"Thank you very much, Professor." Lance gave a friendly smile to Tracy as he left Elm's lab. Next up was a kid named Ash Ketchum, who lived in New Bark Town. Give him a Red Bull and next thing you know he would have ran to the Sinnoh region and back. He was a little weird so Tracy did his best to avoid him.
"I'm sorry Ash, but I have no starters left. However, I do--"
'Please professor I'll take any Pokemon you have, please, please!" Yup. That's Ash.
"Easy, easy, no need to worry, I have one more." The Professor opened a drawer on his desk containing a single Pokeball.
"This is Eevee. It is a Pokemon that can take many different forms, some that haven't even been discovered yet! Train it wisely, Ash."
Ash looked at the Pokeball in awe, as if Jesus himself had just handed him the Holy Grail and all the money in the world. And a Red Bull.
"I will Professor, I will!"
"Good, off you go now, you've got a long day ahead of you."
Ash scurried out the door, not making any eye contact with Tracy.
"I'm sorry Tracy, but I don't have any Pokemon left. If you would have been here earlier I wish I could say different, but when I get new Pokemon rest assured, you'll be the first to know," said Elm, giving Tracy a sympathetic smile.
"Thanks anyway."
Tracy walked out of the lab with his head down, lazily pushing open the door to see an old man by the side with a briefcase in his hand, chuckling softly. Tracy gave him a puzzled look.
"No starters left?" the man inquired. Tracy shook his head no, and the old man chuckled again. He opened up his briefcase which contained three Pokeballs.
"Those starters cannot compare to the power of these three. Not at all. Their names are Larvitar, Dratini, and Bagon. Take one." Tracy gave the man the same look Ash had given to Elm when he received his Pokemon.
"Go ahead," he repeated.
"Um, I'll have Bagon, uh, sir." The old man smiled, handed Tracy the Pokeball and closed his briefcase.
"Raise it patiently. Someday, it will be a Titan." And with that, he pulled a Pokeball out of his jacket pocket releasing an enormous bird Pokemon, and flew away on it. Still processing what had just happened, Tracy unconsciously put the Pokeball in his pocket, and went home. Little did Tracy know at the time, nor did he expect, but fate was calling him. The events that would unfold the following day would either build him into a hero, or turn him into a failure. The irony of the entire situation was not coincidence at all, it was fate. And when fate calls, you must answer.