Shuko
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The Power to Shine (PG)
This is my first attempt at a Pokemon fanfic, but not my first attempt at fanfiction in general. I hope you like it. If it's well-received, I intend to continue on with it, with this being the first chapter. Please feel free to critique in any bluntly honest way you prefer. It isn't very easy to offend me, especially if your criticism points something out to me that might never have occurred to me before. I'm eager to hear your suggestions and comments! So here we go!
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Chapter 1 ~ An Unlikely Encounter
My name is Maya. I'm eleven years old, but I've been told that I'm mature for my age. I don't much know if I like the sound of that. Anyway, I guess you're wondering what's so special about an eleven year-old girl? Not too long ago, I'd have said there wasn't anything especially odd or memorable about me. But all that changed the day I met Hikari.
Hikari is really the special one; not me. I'm just an average girl. But Hikari is special. He's not only my new best friend, but he's my only friend. But before I tell you about Hikari, I ought to tell you a little more about me.
You see, where I lived, children were not allowed. I know what you're thinking: "what on Earth do you mean? How can you not allow children?" Well, when you have a king as stuck-up and pig-headed as ours, you might understand. One day, the king's royal carriage ran over a little boy's favorite toy and broke it. The king stepped out to find out why there was such a loud yelling going on outside his carriage, and the boy just ran up and kicked him in the shin. At the time, I thought it was really funny to see the king hopping around on one foot like a Hoothoot, and apparently so did a lot of the other townspeople, considering how loudly they laughed. But that was a mistake. The king was so angry and embarassed, he made a decree on the spot: no child shall ever be visible outside again. All children must remain indoors until they become adults. That's what he said. And as soon as he could race back inside his castle, he went and made it a law. And let me tell you something: you don't want to break one of the king's laws and let him find out about it. You could end up with your head abruptly separated from your body. So all the parents kept their children indoors, for fear of the king's wrath. The whole thing began three years ago, and it hasn't changed.
You might think, "if children can't go outside, then how do they play? How do they visit one another and make friends?" The answer to both is simple. They don't. Or at least, they aren't allowed to. And so, for three years, I didn't see another child, except in photos. I wanted to try to write to the others, but most other parents wouldn't allow their children to receive letters, for fear that they'll try to sneak out to visit their "friend." My parents didn't think that's the right way to look at it at all, but even they forbade me to do anything to upset the king. Most people were so scared of the king they'd do anything he wanted. It really made me angry to think that he could get away with acting like a spoiled child, when he wouldn't allow real children to be children themselves. And so, one night I decided that I had had enough. I wrote my parents a letter explaining my feelings to them, packed some food and other things I thought I'd need, and I just left. I had decided that I was old enough to make it on my own in the world, and since I'd gotten so far without anyone else's help, I certainly could continue to do so.
I had to make my way through the forest on the east side of the village before I could really be on my way, and although it looked pretty dark in there, I don't remember being really afraid. But it's amazing how long being in the dark in unfamiliar territory can change that. I hadn't gone very far at all before I realized that I no longer knew which way was forward, and which way led back to the village. That in and of itself was enough to make me nervous, but in addition to that, I was beginning to hear rustling and faint scraping in the leaves alongside the narrow path. At first it sounded like the work of a single animal, but it began growing louder by the second, and I realized that there must have been a whole pack of them. Not knowing what might lay in store for me, nor knowing how I could possibly deal with any kind of attack, I just helplessly froze in my tracks and listened, all the while my imagination fueling my ever mounting fears. I began to wonder if I might have made a mistake in leaving home.
Suddenly, inspiration hit me, and without allowing myself time to consider it further, I acted upon it. As fast as my legs would carry me, I ran toward a large tree up ahead of me. It had low-hanging branches - low enough for me to jump up and grab onto one. And I did so, quickly scrambling up onto it, hoping for all I was worth that whatever it was that I had left behind me couldn't climb trees. I soon found out what I had been running from, and when I did, I nearly fell out of the tree. Almost immediately after I had made it up, a large group of Poochyena came tumbling into the trunk of the tree. After shaking their collision off, they looked around, and one of them looked up. He must have seen me, because he began to howl. The others looked up, and upon seeing me, joined him with their own loud, haunting cries. Suddenly I decided that I didn't feel very comfortable being on the lowest branch anymore. I climbed up another couple of levels, and after convincing myself that I was finally safe, I sighed. Poochyena weren't often known to kill a human, but large groups could be dangerous, especially if they thought their territory was being invaded. I knew that because I had read all about them. I knew a lot about Pokemon, or at least, had read a lot about them. There wasn't much else to do by myself at the house. I decided that it would be best to try to make myself as comfortable as possible in the tree branches, and just sleep there for the night. I'd figure out what to do in the morning. Hopefully by then, the Poochyena would have given up and left.
After a very uncomfortable night, I woke up the next morning and found, to my relief, that the Poochyena had indeed gone away. I also realized that the forest was an entirely different place once the sun was up. It looked much less intimidating when you could see everything around you. And besides, this was the first time I had set foot outside the village, and I was intrigued. I resumed my trek after eating a quick breakfast from the rations I had packed in my backpack. I was eager to see more of what I'd been missing during the past eleven years.
I hadn't been moving long when I began to hear some strange commotion up ahead. My curiosity began to get the best of me, so I quickened my pace, realizing as I got closer that I was hearing the cries of many Pokemon. I moved quickly, but with caution. I didn't want to land myself in another sticky situation. Finally, I came upon a clearing, and as I peered out from behind a large tree, I was amazed at what I saw. There was a very large flock of swablu on the mossy ground, and they all seemed to be crowded around something. There appeared to be quite a commotion going on in there, and I didn't see what was going on at first, considering how many cottony plumages were all mingled together. But then I saw it - a bright flash of yellow as one Swablu hopped out of the center of the squabbling birds and tried floating out of the melee. Unfortunately, he found himself attacked on all sides by the other Swablu, and was soon swallowed up in the mass of angry feathers. Suddenly I understood what was happening. He had been born off-color. It was a very rare thing in the Pokemon kingdom, but every now and then a Pokemon is born with unusual colors for its species. In addition, the skin or coats of these pokemon have an unusual shine or luster to them that often upsets other pokemon. As a result, these poor creatures often starve to death, having been driven out of their own herds. I suddenly felt so sorry for the poor thing. Without thinking of the consequences, I charged out into the clearing, yelling and waving my arms with all my might. Miraculously, it seemed, this act achieved the desired reaction. The swablu, suddenly spooked, scrambled to escape, leaving behind quite a few tufty feathers in their panicked haste. I saw with uneasiness that the strangely colored one hadn't flown away. His right wing looked like it had been damaged, although I wasn't entirely sure, considering how oddly-shaped a swablu wing was to begin with. He was hunched over on his chest, with his stout little head drooping toward the ground. My first impulse was to scoop it up in my arms and comfort it like a baby, but even I knew what a ridiculous action that could be. He was a wild Pokemon, and most likely an injured one at that. He was more likely to peck my hands to bits than rest comfortably in my arms. But I thought I might as well try to approach him and see if he'd let me look at his wing.
"My name's Maya," I said softly, alerting him to the fact that he wasn't alone, so as to keep from startling him. "I won't hurt you, little swablu. Please let me help you."
His head shot up, and he cooed anxiously as I stepped more closely. I hesitated then, but an idea struck me. "Hang on a sec," I said, pulling off my backpack and rummaging around inside it for a package of crackers. "I'll bet you haven't had much food today. Would you like some crackers?" I found what I was looking for, and after setting my backpack on the ground behind me, I fell to my knees and began to break the crackers up into smaller pieces. "Here you go," I said softly, gently stretching my arm towards him, a large piece of cracker held lightly between two fingers. "I won't hurt you. Please understand, little guy."
When my arm began to move towards him, he squawked in fright, and tried to fly away, but only succeeded in flopping over onto his side. He scrambled onto his belly again, and his eyes told me how very frightened he was. I sighed and withdrew my hand. This wasn't going to be easy. I didn't want to scare him any more than I had to, but it was apparent that with his injury, he couldn't fly, and he would be vulnerable to predators, not to mention unable to find food for himself.
"You might as well get used to it," I said with a smile. "Because I'm not gonna take no for an answer. If we have to sit here all day, that's what I'll do. At least that way I'll be able to keep something else from eating you." But my smile faded as I realized that it might not be so easy as that. What would happen if something really big came along - something that might want to eat ME, for instance.
I was just about to try tossing a bit of cracker to him, when I heard an odd noise. It was an odd buzzing sound - almost like the whirring of a large fan - and it was coming from behind me. I turned around and found to my horror that we had a most unwelcome visitor. A beedrill - one that was almost bigger than me - was hovering less than ten yards away. It was glaring at me with its enormous, beady eyes, and I could tell by the menacing way it was brandishing its stingers that it did not like my being there one bit. I wanted to run away then; I wanted to take off so badly that my legs had already begun to ache in anticipation. But then I suddenly remembered the Swablu. I looked back at him and grimaced. He hadn't noticed the beedrill yet; he was still staring at me with mistrust. He couldn't be expected to defend himself. Not in his condition. It was up to me to drive the beedrill away.
Gulping nervously, I shakily got to my feet and put myself between the beedrill and my newly discovered, unwilling companion. I tried to make myself look as tall and menacing as possible, and with a voice that wavered slightly from my fear, I began to yell at the beedrill.
"Get out of here!" I shouted angrily, waving my hands at it in an attempt to scare it. "Go on! Beat it!" I stomped toward it a couple of steps, hoping to startle it and scare it away. It, unlike the swablu, was not so easily spooked. Quite the contrary, actually. It must have thought I was challenging it, because it began to click angrily at me, and its wings began to beat faster. I barely had time to duck before it zoomed forward, barely grazing my shoulder with its wing as it swooped above me. But then it saw the swablu. As the bird's golden plumage sparkled in the morning sunlight, all at once it seemed that the Beedrill had been driven mad with rage. It dove at the swablu then, and without stopping to think of the consequences, I dove too, scooping up the swablu and narrowly rolling away from the angry Beedrill's diving sweep. The swablu squawked in terror, and began to struggle to free himself from my arms.
"Calm down!" I cried frantically, scrambling to my feet and darting my head this way and that, trying to figure out where the beedrill had gone. "Ow!" I yelped as the swablu bit one of my fingers with its beak. I quickly set him back down on the ground and looked down at where he'd bitten me. He'd only made a shallow cut, but blood was already beginning to well up from it. "Aw man," I groaned. I barely had time to look down reproachfully at the him before I suddenly found myself sailing through the air, having abruptly had the wind knocked out of me. The beedrill had flown down and slammed into me from the right side. "Agility," I gasped as I skidded to a painful stop on my back some twenty feet away from where I'd been standing. "That stupid bug fooled me with his agility attack!"
As I planted my hands down beside me to push myself back onto my feet, I looked up and froze. The beedrill was hovering less than two feet above me, his deadly stinger aimed right at my chest. I felt my heart leap into my throat. There was no way I could dodge his attack at this range. A stinger that big would kill me! As I saw the mundane events of my life begin to flash before me, I saw an indiscernable golden blur leap atop my chest. It was the swablu! He was standing directly between me and the beedrill's stinger, broken wing and all!
"What are you doing?!" Was all I had time to cry before the situation suddenly resolved itself. With a sharp, piercing cry, his puffy feathers bristled out toward the beedrill, and he leaped upwards, creating a brilliant flash with some kind of unseen power. The beedrill faltered and nearly fell to the ground in astonishment. And without so much as a an angry click, he raced off into the trees.
At first my mind didn't quite comprehend what had just occurred. But as the swablu clumsily landed on my chest again and stared at me with his bright eyes, I understood. "Of course," I said in surprise. "That was your 'Astonish' attack, wasn't it?" He cocked his head to one side and kind of chirped at me. I laughed, so full of relief that I had completely forgotten my cut finger. "I guess now this means that you know I'm not going to hurt you, right?" I asked, gently lifting him off my chest and setting him onto the ground so that I could get up. He cooed at me and then hopped over to my backpack, and began pecking at the crackers that lay strewn beside it. "I'm going to call you Hikari," I announced with a broad smile as I walked up beside him and leaned over him to pet his soft back. "I guess it looks like I'm not going to be on my own anymore!"
This is my first attempt at a Pokemon fanfic, but not my first attempt at fanfiction in general. I hope you like it. If it's well-received, I intend to continue on with it, with this being the first chapter. Please feel free to critique in any bluntly honest way you prefer. It isn't very easy to offend me, especially if your criticism points something out to me that might never have occurred to me before. I'm eager to hear your suggestions and comments! So here we go!
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Chapter 1 ~ An Unlikely Encounter
My name is Maya. I'm eleven years old, but I've been told that I'm mature for my age. I don't much know if I like the sound of that. Anyway, I guess you're wondering what's so special about an eleven year-old girl? Not too long ago, I'd have said there wasn't anything especially odd or memorable about me. But all that changed the day I met Hikari.
Hikari is really the special one; not me. I'm just an average girl. But Hikari is special. He's not only my new best friend, but he's my only friend. But before I tell you about Hikari, I ought to tell you a little more about me.
You see, where I lived, children were not allowed. I know what you're thinking: "what on Earth do you mean? How can you not allow children?" Well, when you have a king as stuck-up and pig-headed as ours, you might understand. One day, the king's royal carriage ran over a little boy's favorite toy and broke it. The king stepped out to find out why there was such a loud yelling going on outside his carriage, and the boy just ran up and kicked him in the shin. At the time, I thought it was really funny to see the king hopping around on one foot like a Hoothoot, and apparently so did a lot of the other townspeople, considering how loudly they laughed. But that was a mistake. The king was so angry and embarassed, he made a decree on the spot: no child shall ever be visible outside again. All children must remain indoors until they become adults. That's what he said. And as soon as he could race back inside his castle, he went and made it a law. And let me tell you something: you don't want to break one of the king's laws and let him find out about it. You could end up with your head abruptly separated from your body. So all the parents kept their children indoors, for fear of the king's wrath. The whole thing began three years ago, and it hasn't changed.
You might think, "if children can't go outside, then how do they play? How do they visit one another and make friends?" The answer to both is simple. They don't. Or at least, they aren't allowed to. And so, for three years, I didn't see another child, except in photos. I wanted to try to write to the others, but most other parents wouldn't allow their children to receive letters, for fear that they'll try to sneak out to visit their "friend." My parents didn't think that's the right way to look at it at all, but even they forbade me to do anything to upset the king. Most people were so scared of the king they'd do anything he wanted. It really made me angry to think that he could get away with acting like a spoiled child, when he wouldn't allow real children to be children themselves. And so, one night I decided that I had had enough. I wrote my parents a letter explaining my feelings to them, packed some food and other things I thought I'd need, and I just left. I had decided that I was old enough to make it on my own in the world, and since I'd gotten so far without anyone else's help, I certainly could continue to do so.
I had to make my way through the forest on the east side of the village before I could really be on my way, and although it looked pretty dark in there, I don't remember being really afraid. But it's amazing how long being in the dark in unfamiliar territory can change that. I hadn't gone very far at all before I realized that I no longer knew which way was forward, and which way led back to the village. That in and of itself was enough to make me nervous, but in addition to that, I was beginning to hear rustling and faint scraping in the leaves alongside the narrow path. At first it sounded like the work of a single animal, but it began growing louder by the second, and I realized that there must have been a whole pack of them. Not knowing what might lay in store for me, nor knowing how I could possibly deal with any kind of attack, I just helplessly froze in my tracks and listened, all the while my imagination fueling my ever mounting fears. I began to wonder if I might have made a mistake in leaving home.
Suddenly, inspiration hit me, and without allowing myself time to consider it further, I acted upon it. As fast as my legs would carry me, I ran toward a large tree up ahead of me. It had low-hanging branches - low enough for me to jump up and grab onto one. And I did so, quickly scrambling up onto it, hoping for all I was worth that whatever it was that I had left behind me couldn't climb trees. I soon found out what I had been running from, and when I did, I nearly fell out of the tree. Almost immediately after I had made it up, a large group of Poochyena came tumbling into the trunk of the tree. After shaking their collision off, they looked around, and one of them looked up. He must have seen me, because he began to howl. The others looked up, and upon seeing me, joined him with their own loud, haunting cries. Suddenly I decided that I didn't feel very comfortable being on the lowest branch anymore. I climbed up another couple of levels, and after convincing myself that I was finally safe, I sighed. Poochyena weren't often known to kill a human, but large groups could be dangerous, especially if they thought their territory was being invaded. I knew that because I had read all about them. I knew a lot about Pokemon, or at least, had read a lot about them. There wasn't much else to do by myself at the house. I decided that it would be best to try to make myself as comfortable as possible in the tree branches, and just sleep there for the night. I'd figure out what to do in the morning. Hopefully by then, the Poochyena would have given up and left.
After a very uncomfortable night, I woke up the next morning and found, to my relief, that the Poochyena had indeed gone away. I also realized that the forest was an entirely different place once the sun was up. It looked much less intimidating when you could see everything around you. And besides, this was the first time I had set foot outside the village, and I was intrigued. I resumed my trek after eating a quick breakfast from the rations I had packed in my backpack. I was eager to see more of what I'd been missing during the past eleven years.
I hadn't been moving long when I began to hear some strange commotion up ahead. My curiosity began to get the best of me, so I quickened my pace, realizing as I got closer that I was hearing the cries of many Pokemon. I moved quickly, but with caution. I didn't want to land myself in another sticky situation. Finally, I came upon a clearing, and as I peered out from behind a large tree, I was amazed at what I saw. There was a very large flock of swablu on the mossy ground, and they all seemed to be crowded around something. There appeared to be quite a commotion going on in there, and I didn't see what was going on at first, considering how many cottony plumages were all mingled together. But then I saw it - a bright flash of yellow as one Swablu hopped out of the center of the squabbling birds and tried floating out of the melee. Unfortunately, he found himself attacked on all sides by the other Swablu, and was soon swallowed up in the mass of angry feathers. Suddenly I understood what was happening. He had been born off-color. It was a very rare thing in the Pokemon kingdom, but every now and then a Pokemon is born with unusual colors for its species. In addition, the skin or coats of these pokemon have an unusual shine or luster to them that often upsets other pokemon. As a result, these poor creatures often starve to death, having been driven out of their own herds. I suddenly felt so sorry for the poor thing. Without thinking of the consequences, I charged out into the clearing, yelling and waving my arms with all my might. Miraculously, it seemed, this act achieved the desired reaction. The swablu, suddenly spooked, scrambled to escape, leaving behind quite a few tufty feathers in their panicked haste. I saw with uneasiness that the strangely colored one hadn't flown away. His right wing looked like it had been damaged, although I wasn't entirely sure, considering how oddly-shaped a swablu wing was to begin with. He was hunched over on his chest, with his stout little head drooping toward the ground. My first impulse was to scoop it up in my arms and comfort it like a baby, but even I knew what a ridiculous action that could be. He was a wild Pokemon, and most likely an injured one at that. He was more likely to peck my hands to bits than rest comfortably in my arms. But I thought I might as well try to approach him and see if he'd let me look at his wing.
"My name's Maya," I said softly, alerting him to the fact that he wasn't alone, so as to keep from startling him. "I won't hurt you, little swablu. Please let me help you."
His head shot up, and he cooed anxiously as I stepped more closely. I hesitated then, but an idea struck me. "Hang on a sec," I said, pulling off my backpack and rummaging around inside it for a package of crackers. "I'll bet you haven't had much food today. Would you like some crackers?" I found what I was looking for, and after setting my backpack on the ground behind me, I fell to my knees and began to break the crackers up into smaller pieces. "Here you go," I said softly, gently stretching my arm towards him, a large piece of cracker held lightly between two fingers. "I won't hurt you. Please understand, little guy."
When my arm began to move towards him, he squawked in fright, and tried to fly away, but only succeeded in flopping over onto his side. He scrambled onto his belly again, and his eyes told me how very frightened he was. I sighed and withdrew my hand. This wasn't going to be easy. I didn't want to scare him any more than I had to, but it was apparent that with his injury, he couldn't fly, and he would be vulnerable to predators, not to mention unable to find food for himself.
"You might as well get used to it," I said with a smile. "Because I'm not gonna take no for an answer. If we have to sit here all day, that's what I'll do. At least that way I'll be able to keep something else from eating you." But my smile faded as I realized that it might not be so easy as that. What would happen if something really big came along - something that might want to eat ME, for instance.
I was just about to try tossing a bit of cracker to him, when I heard an odd noise. It was an odd buzzing sound - almost like the whirring of a large fan - and it was coming from behind me. I turned around and found to my horror that we had a most unwelcome visitor. A beedrill - one that was almost bigger than me - was hovering less than ten yards away. It was glaring at me with its enormous, beady eyes, and I could tell by the menacing way it was brandishing its stingers that it did not like my being there one bit. I wanted to run away then; I wanted to take off so badly that my legs had already begun to ache in anticipation. But then I suddenly remembered the Swablu. I looked back at him and grimaced. He hadn't noticed the beedrill yet; he was still staring at me with mistrust. He couldn't be expected to defend himself. Not in his condition. It was up to me to drive the beedrill away.
Gulping nervously, I shakily got to my feet and put myself between the beedrill and my newly discovered, unwilling companion. I tried to make myself look as tall and menacing as possible, and with a voice that wavered slightly from my fear, I began to yell at the beedrill.
"Get out of here!" I shouted angrily, waving my hands at it in an attempt to scare it. "Go on! Beat it!" I stomped toward it a couple of steps, hoping to startle it and scare it away. It, unlike the swablu, was not so easily spooked. Quite the contrary, actually. It must have thought I was challenging it, because it began to click angrily at me, and its wings began to beat faster. I barely had time to duck before it zoomed forward, barely grazing my shoulder with its wing as it swooped above me. But then it saw the swablu. As the bird's golden plumage sparkled in the morning sunlight, all at once it seemed that the Beedrill had been driven mad with rage. It dove at the swablu then, and without stopping to think of the consequences, I dove too, scooping up the swablu and narrowly rolling away from the angry Beedrill's diving sweep. The swablu squawked in terror, and began to struggle to free himself from my arms.
"Calm down!" I cried frantically, scrambling to my feet and darting my head this way and that, trying to figure out where the beedrill had gone. "Ow!" I yelped as the swablu bit one of my fingers with its beak. I quickly set him back down on the ground and looked down at where he'd bitten me. He'd only made a shallow cut, but blood was already beginning to well up from it. "Aw man," I groaned. I barely had time to look down reproachfully at the him before I suddenly found myself sailing through the air, having abruptly had the wind knocked out of me. The beedrill had flown down and slammed into me from the right side. "Agility," I gasped as I skidded to a painful stop on my back some twenty feet away from where I'd been standing. "That stupid bug fooled me with his agility attack!"
As I planted my hands down beside me to push myself back onto my feet, I looked up and froze. The beedrill was hovering less than two feet above me, his deadly stinger aimed right at my chest. I felt my heart leap into my throat. There was no way I could dodge his attack at this range. A stinger that big would kill me! As I saw the mundane events of my life begin to flash before me, I saw an indiscernable golden blur leap atop my chest. It was the swablu! He was standing directly between me and the beedrill's stinger, broken wing and all!
"What are you doing?!" Was all I had time to cry before the situation suddenly resolved itself. With a sharp, piercing cry, his puffy feathers bristled out toward the beedrill, and he leaped upwards, creating a brilliant flash with some kind of unseen power. The beedrill faltered and nearly fell to the ground in astonishment. And without so much as a an angry click, he raced off into the trees.
At first my mind didn't quite comprehend what had just occurred. But as the swablu clumsily landed on my chest again and stared at me with his bright eyes, I understood. "Of course," I said in surprise. "That was your 'Astonish' attack, wasn't it?" He cocked his head to one side and kind of chirped at me. I laughed, so full of relief that I had completely forgotten my cut finger. "I guess now this means that you know I'm not going to hurt you, right?" I asked, gently lifting him off my chest and setting him onto the ground so that I could get up. He cooed at me and then hopped over to my backpack, and began pecking at the crackers that lay strewn beside it. "I'm going to call you Hikari," I announced with a broad smile as I walked up beside him and leaned over him to pet his soft back. "I guess it looks like I'm not going to be on my own anymore!"
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