Bonjour, mes amis. I have written a few stories, but not too many, so, why not try some here? This story is set in the time before Pokemon Centers, a bit like a Medieval Pokemon, and there is a crusade about to leave the Home region of our Hero,
Adam L'Argent (I know, vain) called Verlois. I think it should be a PG-12, for some violence. Well, shall we begin?
Their shiny silver armour sparkled in the powerful heat. A Murkrow flew ahead, calling out to it's master with a shrill call to those waiting in the caves. The crusaders looked up, but that was the greatest mistake they could have made. A Mightyena leapt out of the cave and mauled the leader. He screamed out, and the other crusaders leapt to save him, but they were too late. His eyes were dim and blank, and staring into the sky, in an eternal glazed stare. A young boy ran round the corner, eager to see what was happening.
As he turned, he saw there was fighting, and blood, and Pokemon battling. It was terrifying, and he willed his legs to run. But he was paralyzed in fear at what was staring at him, with a greedy stare, and bloodshot eyes, a savage Houndoom glared at him hungrily. But although he was terrified, He was also amazed. Why would anyone attack Verloisian Crusaders? Already, the bandits were being overcome. But he had to focus on escaping the Houndoom. The Pokemon bared it's yellow, savage teeth, and Pounced. The Boy cried out, and just as the thing would have hit him, a Gallade smashed into it, and a Gardevoir appeared next to The Boy. The Gallade used a powerful Focus Blast, and The Boy Cringed. A Crusader ran over to him, and he nodded to the Gardevoir. 'You will be safe, don't worry.' Then, the small band teleported away.
The Boy woke up in a small room, with his prized possession placed on the tiny table next to him. He picked it up, making sure it was real. His Father had lain on a Bed, gasping for breath, dying. He gave it to His son, and with a hardly audible Gasp, told him to take it. 'Take this, and it will make your dreams come true.' The Boy had thought that a piece of Silver shaped like a Heart couldn't be that important. But he had realised how stupid he had been over all of these years. It was the seal of the Silverecci.
A man walked into the room. He regarded the seal, and looked at the boy's face. 'So, you must be the fabled son of Rodrigo L'Argent. I have waited so long to meet you, and I have a question that I'm dying to ask,' The Boy leaned away from the Man, in fear for what he was surely going to ask him. 'What is your name?' The Boy relaxed, thinking his secret was safe. 'My name is Adam L'Argent.' He smiled, and let out a sigh of relief. The Man smiled, a curious greedy glint in his eye. 'Why is there a Silver Riolu in your bag?' Adam cringed, and the Riolu jumped out, in a fighting stance.
TBC............
Well? What do you think? Please rate out of 5. Merci.
