Ninetales1
Japan-flavoured Europhile
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Welcome to my first fanfic posted here! This is sort of based on RPGs I participated in, but not entirely. It's an OT story, but it's not about a Pokemon league...
First, the prologue...
In the lone continent of Mire (that's pronounced MEER-ay), there was no Pokemon league, no gyms, no Contests, not even "serious" trainers, who could be described as not considering Pokemon mastery nor participating in much battles. The reality is that most were quite modest. The large island was a humble village circuit with a somewhat melancholy overcast. Small islands or large sandbars dotted the surrounding ocean like darts just missing the target. Boisterous and overpopulated cities ceased to exist there, villages and small towns being the only things not foreign to the civilians. Technology was also alien to them. This ever so slightly touching yet macabre tale tells of an unnatural blight that aroused much confusion and mystery among the civilians. But, yet, some stepped up to the plate, hoping for a run in the long shot...
...And the first chapter.
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On the southernmost beach of the crescent-shaped Mire, the still vibrantly luminescent sun kissed the gradually darkening sky goodbye. There was an uplifting silence in the waves--they performed their daily ritual for the departing Great Light. Though this experience was soothing to most, not a single soul was in the vincinity that day.
Except one.
It was a Ralts.
A curious and timid Ralts peeked out from behind a foot-tall rock jutting out from the rocky sand near the forest behind her. She called herself Pathia, the name emphasizing her empathetic and sympathetic nature.
Pathia gazed out into the sea, witnessing the ritual's progress. A song filled her head, like being touched by angels, her mind drifting with the entrancing waves, the sweet nectar of serenity filling the crystal glass of her soul. As night came, the heavens turned on the complicated light switches of the tiny and numerous stars. Pathis was glad to be alone, in peace, away from the complications and struggles of the civilians' everyday lives. For their intimidating auras brought fright and possibly depression to cloud her mind, moist and smelly breath fogging the crystal glass.
Eventually, after the long acknowledgement of gratitude in her spirit, Pathia did return to the nearby village of Tempestia. The name was appropriate; the activity of the civilians was quite panicky, like a stirring wind. Shouts rang out from everywhere:
"Aliens!"
"Mad scientists!"
"Voodoo!"
"It's a curse! It's a curse!"
"The legendary Pokemon gods are angry!"
Each outburst varied in vocabulary and idea, but the message was clear; something foreign was being introduced into the increasingly frantic village abruptly and seemingly involuntarily. All these cries struck the little Ralts' head like a bolt of lightning. Pathia started to hover over the commotion--a part of her wanted to find out more about this catastrophe. She was staring down at the time, until she heard a faint sound ahead...
A shadowy figure was spotted at the far end of the village; she was apparently the only one to spot it. The visual perception areas of Pathia's brain hurriedly deciphered the image--it looked like a baby Lugia with wings of a Togetic and the body of a Charizard just by interpreting the silhouette. But maybe it was just a blur, or a new Pokemon for which Pathia had no memory bank. As she pondered, a beckoning force drove her along the path of the figure, whatever it was...
That I will find out, she thought. Whether it be the evolved form of a Bagon or a legendary Pokemon, (I hope it's not something I can become!) I am filled with a certain curiosity, yet, still, I am horribly frightened so that my skin feels like gelatin...
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Well, what do you think so far? I'm sorry if it's too complicated, but... I tried to make it interesting. I shall have the next chapter up soon!
*Author's Notes:
-I said this was an OT story, right? Well, I'm not going to even mention the trainer until later, so be patient!
-The continent of Mire is nowhere near Kanto, Hoenn, etc. I probably won't even mention them in this fanfic, nor will I mention any anime characters.
-I'll add more notes when I think of them...
-I'm currently unsure of the rating since I haven't planned out most of the plot yet (though I did get the general idea for it). I now see it as possibly rated PG or PG-13 because there will most likely be some violence. However, there will be no swearing nor kissing. Though I might occasionally make references to deity, but pretty much only in dialogue, and not too much. (I'm my own religion, so I probably won't offend anyone religiously.)
-Just to let you know, I'm improvising in this story, sort of, so my thoughts about the story now might not be the same as later. The chapters almost always come as inspiration, but I promise not to rush them.
First, the prologue...
In the lone continent of Mire (that's pronounced MEER-ay), there was no Pokemon league, no gyms, no Contests, not even "serious" trainers, who could be described as not considering Pokemon mastery nor participating in much battles. The reality is that most were quite modest. The large island was a humble village circuit with a somewhat melancholy overcast. Small islands or large sandbars dotted the surrounding ocean like darts just missing the target. Boisterous and overpopulated cities ceased to exist there, villages and small towns being the only things not foreign to the civilians. Technology was also alien to them. This ever so slightly touching yet macabre tale tells of an unnatural blight that aroused much confusion and mystery among the civilians. But, yet, some stepped up to the plate, hoping for a run in the long shot...
...And the first chapter.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On the southernmost beach of the crescent-shaped Mire, the still vibrantly luminescent sun kissed the gradually darkening sky goodbye. There was an uplifting silence in the waves--they performed their daily ritual for the departing Great Light. Though this experience was soothing to most, not a single soul was in the vincinity that day.
Except one.
It was a Ralts.
A curious and timid Ralts peeked out from behind a foot-tall rock jutting out from the rocky sand near the forest behind her. She called herself Pathia, the name emphasizing her empathetic and sympathetic nature.
Pathia gazed out into the sea, witnessing the ritual's progress. A song filled her head, like being touched by angels, her mind drifting with the entrancing waves, the sweet nectar of serenity filling the crystal glass of her soul. As night came, the heavens turned on the complicated light switches of the tiny and numerous stars. Pathis was glad to be alone, in peace, away from the complications and struggles of the civilians' everyday lives. For their intimidating auras brought fright and possibly depression to cloud her mind, moist and smelly breath fogging the crystal glass.
Eventually, after the long acknowledgement of gratitude in her spirit, Pathia did return to the nearby village of Tempestia. The name was appropriate; the activity of the civilians was quite panicky, like a stirring wind. Shouts rang out from everywhere:
"Aliens!"
"Mad scientists!"
"Voodoo!"
"It's a curse! It's a curse!"
"The legendary Pokemon gods are angry!"
Each outburst varied in vocabulary and idea, but the message was clear; something foreign was being introduced into the increasingly frantic village abruptly and seemingly involuntarily. All these cries struck the little Ralts' head like a bolt of lightning. Pathia started to hover over the commotion--a part of her wanted to find out more about this catastrophe. She was staring down at the time, until she heard a faint sound ahead...
A shadowy figure was spotted at the far end of the village; she was apparently the only one to spot it. The visual perception areas of Pathia's brain hurriedly deciphered the image--it looked like a baby Lugia with wings of a Togetic and the body of a Charizard just by interpreting the silhouette. But maybe it was just a blur, or a new Pokemon for which Pathia had no memory bank. As she pondered, a beckoning force drove her along the path of the figure, whatever it was...
That I will find out, she thought. Whether it be the evolved form of a Bagon or a legendary Pokemon, (I hope it's not something I can become!) I am filled with a certain curiosity, yet, still, I am horribly frightened so that my skin feels like gelatin...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, what do you think so far? I'm sorry if it's too complicated, but... I tried to make it interesting. I shall have the next chapter up soon!
*Author's Notes:
-I said this was an OT story, right? Well, I'm not going to even mention the trainer until later, so be patient!
-The continent of Mire is nowhere near Kanto, Hoenn, etc. I probably won't even mention them in this fanfic, nor will I mention any anime characters.
-I'll add more notes when I think of them...
-I'm currently unsure of the rating since I haven't planned out most of the plot yet (though I did get the general idea for it). I now see it as possibly rated PG or PG-13 because there will most likely be some violence. However, there will be no swearing nor kissing. Though I might occasionally make references to deity, but pretty much only in dialogue, and not too much. (I'm my own religion, so I probably won't offend anyone religiously.)
-Just to let you know, I'm improvising in this story, sort of, so my thoughts about the story now might not be the same as later. The chapters almost always come as inspiration, but I promise not to rush them.
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