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What is The Road To Palantria? This is a fantasy fic that I have been working on recently, and was inspiried by a good friend of mine on another forum. I've done plenty of fics before this, both ones that featured Pokemon and many long stories that didn't. There is some violence in this (no blood) and I edited the swearing from the original copy, since the forum censors it out anyway.
With that said, I hope you enjoy reading The Road To Palantria.
June 18, 2007 was indeed the final day of my junior year in high school and the beginning of a summer I was seriously looking forward to. School had been a long and terrible nightmare through the entire year, and now I was finally ready to say to heck with it and start doing the things that I actually wanted to do, rather than spending countless annoying hours learning about protons and neutrons and reading yet another book by Ernest Hemmingway. Indeed this divine day had arrived at last, not to mention that one of my friends already had big things planned for the summer such as going to the shore for a few weeks, and I seriously couldn?t wait until it all started. I had been waiting all freaking year for this day to finally arrive. It sure took its time?
We had spent those long days of mindless test-taking torture at Speedwell High School, home to over a hundred teachers taken from the lowest floors of the abyss itself. Problem was, in the Atlas Region, there were no good high schools for miles. Most of the region had been just highways and interstates leading to more interesting and more important regions. All along these roads were just a few fast food places, cheap hotels, and gas stations, the same kind of places that tourists would just stop by for a few minutes and move along to get to where they really wanted to go. Past all of those crappy locations were the suburbs, with small houses on plots that were an acre each.
We lived in a small town called Speedwell, which didn?t have its gym and only had a single Pok?mon center located on the way outskirts of the town, right near Interstate 47, built for the tourists rather than the citizens of Speedwell itself. Little Speedwell would probably never get its own gym since Speedwell was so tiny and so boring. Because of this, we owned Pok?mon but any real battles were terribly rare. Pok?mon leagues seemed to be a hundred miles away, so most of us didn?t bother trying to sign up for one. Living in small town Speedwell, we sometimes heard of kids setting off on their own to try and become champions, but then we didn?t hear from them again. In Speedwell, if you had a single badge, you were a god. Kids would come from their houses and would beg to lay eyes upon the tiny metal pin like it was the last source of food on the planet.
The only way we had Pok?mon in our town was through the Internet, since there weren?t any Pok?marts around, we had to order everything online. And thanks to FedEx, the truck-shipping company every Pok?mon Trainer in Speedwell hated like crazy, those orders usually took around two months to reach us. Believe me, Pok?mon Trainers in Speedwell were few and far between because of it. Instead, sports were much bigger and parents put far more emphasis into the Speedwell High Football Team, called the Speedwell Storms. While other high schools were more proud of their Pok?mon Trainers, their football teams took a serious and lethal beating from the Storms. But, while we were better than most schools, we never came out on the top. We got close, but never far enough.
As for myself, I owned two Pok?mon, an Umbreon and a Machop. That was it, and to tell the truth, I was mighty proud of my Umbreon, being only one of the very few Pok?mon around the town that actually evolved. As for Machop, the only way we trained was in the basement recreation room, which contained all the exercise equipment. Still, that alone was never going to get him too far. He needed to be in battles to get true experience, and in Speedwell, there wasn?t a single freaking thing here to help him get that far?
However, I didn?t put too much concentration into my Pok?mon considering my situation. The love of my life was music. I loved techno, punk rock, and serious heavy metal, and had enough CDs in my room to cover the walls. I loved to sing along and scream out loud with my favorite artists. Since I lived with only my step-dad, he was often gone and I was usually left alone, usually filling the house with the loud blasting of my music, much to the annoyance of my old and cranky neighbors.
That?s how I was usually able to handle myself. My step-dad, whose name was Frank, always called me son but I knew that wasn?t the truth. Since he didn?t care and I didn?t care, he usually left me alone and it wasn?t rare for him to leave on business trips that would last for months. Since he clearly didn?t want to be around me for the entire summer, he usually made plans to leave around that time, usually for a very long period of time seeming like he just wanted to get away from me. We had such great relationships?
Because of that, I usually hung around one of my closest friends. Kenneth Harris had been a true sports jock, hanging around school and being a great linebacker for the Speedwell Storms. He had blonde hair in the form of a buzz-cut, and he always wore an optimistic smile around friends. He liked showing off his football jerseys with the giant, white ?19? one the back with ?Harris? right above the number in white letters. Kenneth wasn?t the biggest guy on the football team, but he was probably one of the coolest.
And surprisingly, Kenneth owned one Pok?mon himself, a Skarmory he went through a lot of pain to get, or at least he father did. Kenneth?s parents let him do just about anything. If he wanted to leave for a few months, they?d say yes and it was a done deal. Since he wasn?t spoiled as a kid, it seemed like it was payback time. Because of him, the both of us had a great idea to go to the shore for a month and hang out with two of his other friends, Matt Fairfield and Jason Carr. And without much surprise, Matt and Jason were also from Speedwell High, but they knew nothing about Pok?mon. To those two, true companions were those from the opposite sex.
Well, those were the four of us, but among us, we had one serious problem. I spent hundred of bucks on a music budget each month and Kenneth spent every last dime on better football equipment. Meanwhile, Matt had worked another job during last summer just to pay for his maximized MasterCard. And then there was Jason Carr, who blew his entire budget on a car and games for his Playstation 3. When it came to finance, we were a disaster.
But this year, we had found a solution to our problems. Seriously, we had come across mister money himself in the flesh?
Eric Feldman was probably the most picked on junior in our entire school, mainly for the undeniable fact that he used to dress like a complete dork on purpose. Everyday, Eric would have come dressed to school with one of two dress types. One style was dressing up with white flannel shirt and black khaki pants, and the other was dressing with a plaid shirt and pants, as if he was a preppy guy in the middle of a country club golf course. And to tell the truth, Eric?s parents did indeed live a very preppy lifestyle.
Back then, Eric was the guy who kept getting the straight A?s and the kid that teachers loved. He had short black hair and square glasses with a black plastic frame. He liked to smile a lot and even though he was picked on, he just turned around and said to heck with some people. To most people, Eric seemed like the average computer geek that was far more involved with work and study than music, sports and video games. But there was a part of Eric that no one knew about for the longest time?
His father was the Chief Financial Officer of Chrysler, and that?s where Eric?s fat budget came from. No one ever even knew Eric was a walking, talking gold mine until the day we found out about it. It had all started one fateful afternoon?
One day, we had come across a wallet he had lost under the bleachers outside after an outside assembly. When we opened it up, our jaws dropped at the sight of nearly ten freakin? Benjamins in that one little pouch. And since we found a driver?s license with Eric?s name in that same wallet, we knew it was from him. He was loaded beyond our imagination?
I was tempted to spend the money, but thanks to Kenneth, he came up with an even better idea. Instead of spending that $1200 dollars, we decided to give it back to Eric, and upon seeing that we returned his lost wallet, he seriously told us he would be ?forever in our debt.? So after that, we became ?friends.? We didn?t hate Eric after that, since he had a butt-load of cash and in thanks for returning his wallet and being ?pals? with him, he was always there to assist us with every investment we desired. Matt and Jason rolled their eyes at seeing Eric with us at first, but when they realized the truth about him, they also welcomed him in with cheerful smiles.
And as the year passed, we changed that guy for the better. After hanging around with us for the longest time, he wanted to be like us, and fit in more with our gang. He insisted to his father that he would say good riddance with his glasses and insisted on getting laser eye surgery. After that, he never wore those annoying plastic glasses again. And he got even better when one day he helped us curse at our English teacher after she failed our class on a crappy vocabulary test she concocted, and after many days with us, he finally gave up his annoying classical music and we welcomed him with open arms into the world of the new age of music. Eric?s father didn?t like how it changed him, but Eric didn?t care at all. In fact, it seemed like it was his father that did most of the work on making Eric a nerd in the first place.
When June 20th came around, Kenneth, Eric and I had met, and the three of us packed up for road trip that would be a six hour drive from Speedwell to the shore house that Matt and Jason were renting for the month all the way in Gray Banks. I was willing to take my black Ford Explorer all the way down there, since it had enough room for our bags and all the clothes and other crap we where bringing all the way down there. Even while we were packing up the car, we had the radio playing heavy metal. After quite some time, we finally packed everything we needed into the car that was in the middle of the driveway of my house. It had been a nice breezy morning, and we were finally able to say to heck with Speedwell for once and get down south to where we really wanted to be for the summer. I knew that opportunities like this were very rare, so I was willing to enjoy it while it lasted.
Gray Banks was much more populated than Speedwell, with plenty of small houses that were closely knit together and usually came equipped with one garage that almost no one used for cars. We had been there once before, and we had an awesome time, but those times weren?t like the ones we had now.
After packing everything up, including the radio, we got ourselves in the sport utility vehicle. I had been the driver, Kenneth was sitting right next to me in the passenger seat while Eric was in the back. After we were buckled up, I then put the black, leather clutch in reverse and then I backed out of the tiny driveway. After pressing the button to shut the white garage door of my step-dad?s little, white house, I then headed out of the driveway, and then we began our trip toward Gray Banks. I took a few empty and boring local roads before taking the off ramp to get onto Interstate 47 South, and then we joined the rest of the morning traffic. From that point on, it was just highway driving, along with plenty of loud music, Frito Lay chips and two refrigerator packs of Pepsi and A&W Root Beer, as well as a truckload of long and hilarious conversation.
After we had been on Interstate 47 for a long time, the music stopped for a while, and then we began talking. One of the discussions we had was particularly interesting, considering we lived in Speedwell.
?Eric?? Kenneth had said to him, turning around and facing him, ?If you could choose to enter into a Pok?mon League, which one would you choose??
Eric had to think it over, and honestly, I pretty much felt the same way. I barely knew anything about the leagues. Kenneth could have asked me the exact same question and I still wouldn?t know how to answer it.
?Probably Johto?s.? Eric responded, looking at the one Pok?ball he had on his belt, ?But the only Pok?mon I have is Magnemite.?
?Well if you hide it?? Kenneth responded, just snickering about it, ?They actually give you a free one. They even let you choose between three of them.?
Eric couldn?t help but laugh at that.
?What, they actually give you one!?? Eric asked in a humorous tone, ?Are they stupid or something? I thought the people who started new trainers off were brilliant Pok?mon professors. Why are they dumb enough to give free Pok?mon away??
?Well, that?s the way they do things around Johto, Kanto and Hoenn.? Kenneth replied, nearly laughing himself, ?Atlas used to have a league until they later found out the league needed its own marketing department just to get trainers to participate in their tournaments. After that, the whole thing was gone and it never came back.?
Eric?s laughter had died down a bit, and then he turned to look out the window.
?How much are Pok?mon in abundance over there?? Eric asked, glancing at the red Honda Accord that was passing us on our left.
?They?re freakin? all over the place, man?? Kenneth had told him, turning back and looking out the windshield again, ?I?ve seen pictures of it. They can?t go for one day without thinking about ?em.?
I knew that was very different from what we had here. In fact, it was a truly rare occurrence that the three of us were all Pok?mon trainers ourselves, even if it was in a pretty small degree. But the truth was, we barely trained. Even new trainers that had only been training for a week could probably beat the lot of us. It was a good thing that Speedwell wasn?t the move appealing town to move to. Otherwise, if a fresh and seasoned trainer came along, the entire town would be a feast to him?
As we moved on, the traffic started getting lighter and lighter. It had been about two hours since we left, and we were making pretty good time. Meanwhile, Kenneth had been looking at me, and was wondering something.
?How on Earth do you wear that black t-shirt and black jeans in the middle of the summer, Chris?? Kenneth asked me, looking at me in an odd way.
?Heck, as long as it?s comfortable, I really don?t care.? I responded to him, keeping my eyes on the dusty road ahead.
I had been wearing one of my many black t-shirts. The one I was wearing had the logo of a punk rock band that had been one of our favorites, one called Serpent Synthesis. The band?s name was in large, white letters in the form of grunge stencil lettering. Below it was the image of a green snake slithering on top of an electric guitar while both of them were surrounded by a circle of flames. As for the jeans, while most people wore blue, I liked to wear black. That was just my preference.
And soon after that, he started looking at my hands on the wheel. I had a bad feeling we were starting to get bored?
?How did you get that?? He asked, pointing to something on my hand.
?A piece of glass?? I responded to him, thinking his was talking about the scar that was around my wrist, ?I got that scar when I tried to grab a bottle before it broke on the floor. When I didn?t get it, it busted into a million pieces and one of them flew into my hand.?
Kenneth looked away for a bit, but then he looked right back at the hand again.
?Actually, I was talking about that brown spot on your left finger.? Kenneth replied as he stared at it.
?That?? I asked him, looking at the tiny spot on the index finger on my left hand, ?That?s a mole. I?ve had that for a long time, probably since the day I was born.?
I really didn?t see why he was interested in it. I know I should have gotten it removed awhile ago, but I didn?t care enough. Kenneth had a whole lot of interesting scars and scabs on his arms and legs, but he never saw me talking about them. And then there was that nice cut on his forehead that looked pretty fresh. Still, I didn?t care. I wasn?t getting that many thrills myself from watching the road myself.
?Chips anyone?? Eric asked, breaking the silence and grabbing himself a bag.
?Eh, I don?t care?? Kenneth responded, still looking ahead and the one single car that was in front of us.
Since we did seem awfully bored, I suggested to Kenneth to pop into another CD. After I suggested that, he quickly threw one in, and soon after, the music speakers gushed with loud, heavy metal music. That quickly got us in a better mood, and it wasn?t long before we found ourselves alone on the Interstate. I loved it, since it meant I didn?t have to wait for some other moron to cut me off.
Still, despite the music, I couldn?t wait to get to Gray Banks. The drive was taking long enough as it was?