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I'll be posting chapters here periodically. I'm already nearly done with Book 2 on deviantART, but since it's a Pokemon story, I figured it should go here as well. I know it starts off kinda sluggish, but bear with me. =)
The story is my own take on the plot of Pokemon Black and White, with my character, Jim, taking the place of the game protagonist.
Legend has it that, centuries ago, there existed a mighty Dragon Pokemon, wielded by the joint unity and cooperation of two brothers, who were known in their time as Heroes. Through their will, design, and vision, these three were responsible for shaping together the land known today as Unova…but like all good things, it was not destined to last. Eventually, the brothers began to argue about what was the best to pursue in life. The older brother sought truth in his life, while the younger strove for ideals.
"Painful or relieving, a true hero must take the path of honesty, if he wishes to live the life of a true human being!" said the elder.
"And I say it is best to only strive for that which will always make you happy, and leave pain and sorrow behind!" retorted the younger.
It was a most bitter quarrel. Unable to watch the bickering of its masters, the great Dragon split into two, and each sided with one of the brothers. One was a Dragon of Fire known as Reshiram the Vast White, and chose to obey the elder brother, and the other, a Dragon of Thunder known as Zekrom the Deep Black, came to the aid of the younger brother. The two dragons battled each other to protect their masters' goals, but as they had once been one, their powers were too equally matched. Thus, the brothers were able to reconcile and decide that there was no one true path, and so they departed with their dragons, promising to spread their newfound philosophy to the rest of the world…
However, years later, after the passing of the original heroes, their sons grew up not of the same opinion, and, with their power to command the two dragons passed down to them by their fathers, carried on the battle that had been left off, and the flames and lightning of Reshiram and Zekrom ravaged the region they had so painstakingly crafted…the trees reduced to cinders and ashes, the waters churning and frothing as if in a mighty hurricane,
“Jim!”
the winds roaring and hot with fire,
“Jim!”
the ground ravaged and struck by innumerable thunderbolts, the-
"JIM!"
Jim Stevens was brought out of his reading with a jolt. In the heat of the story, his voice had become more and more animated, thriving off of each syllable, feeling the very power in the description of the power of the dragons. Now, however, he had been brought back to reality by the voice of one of his best friends.
Just like many a night, Jim had invited his closest friends, Cheren and Bianca, over to his house. On this particular night, Jim had unearthed an old book that had laid hidden away among some dusty momentos in his attic, probably left up there by his mother. The book was titled ‘Myths and Legends of Unova’, the elaborate gold title alone being enough to draw his attention. There were many such tales within it, but this one about the dragons was the most striking. The three had sat on the floor of Jim’s bedroom, therefore, as he read aloud from the dusty book.
Cheren was the same age as him, 16, but was rather short for his age, with neat black hair and eyes, horn-rimmed glasses, and a rather pale, often stern or thoughtful face. He was one of those intellectual prodigies who grew up in modest conditions, a little stuffy at times and a stickler for practicality in all things, but quite courteous and honest.
Bianca, one year junior to her friends, was the opposite: sunny-faced and with long blonde hair, tucked under a jaunty green beret. She was somewhat scatterbrained and forgetful, and known to be messy, but she was a very good-natured girl, sensitive and sweet.
As for Jim himself, he was tall for his age, with messy brown hair which was usually tucked under a red baseball cap, his equally brown eyes shining with boyish enthusiasm behind a pair of reading glasses. He was the sort of boy that possessed a very expansive imagination. His mind carried him to far-away places, seeing exotic new Pokemon, braving a hundred dangers without a scratch, places that he could only dream about after spending most of his life in sleepy Nuvema Town.
The three had been friends since infancy, and always did everything together, like a family, and all three shared the same dream of finally leaving Nuvema Town and setting out to see the rest of Unova. However, due to certain circumstances, neither of them had ever gone farther than Route 1 just to the north. In all fairness, Nuvema Town wasn’t bad. There was a sense of closeness between the three friends, their families, and Professor Juniper, who ran the local Pokemon laboratory. The worthy professor was something of an aunt figure towards the three, always glad to see them, always ready to show them her latest discoveries. Even then, Jim still didn’t know all the Pokemon of Unova, and it was one of his biggest ambitions to see them all.
"Yes, Cheren?" Jim asked. “You had something to say?”
"Yes," said Cheren, adjusting his glasses, a sign that a speech was imminent. "I just wanted to put a stop to this illogicality before it became rampant."
"And what's so illogical about it?" Jim asked.
"Everything! It makes no sense! I mean, honestly, an enormous land like Unova being shaped by a Dragon, just to be "destroyed" again by the two that split from it. How is Unova still standing, then? Where's the proof that such a creature existed?"
"There is no proof," Jim replied, holding up the book to emphasize his words, "that's why it's called a legend."
"Even so, all fables contain some truthful basis, and I have yet to see any in this fairy tale," continued Cheren, as if he hadn't noticed Jim's sarcastic reply. "Besides, I think that last part was starting to get to Bianca."
He nodded to their female friend, who had covered her face with her beret and was quivering.
"N-No it didn't!" she protested. "It's a g-great story! C-Come on, Jim, keep reading!"
Jim smiled at her. He knew it was scaring her, but it also kept her interested. She loved to hear about these sorts of things, since her father, a good parent but strict at times, discouraged such fairy tales in his household.
He put a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, Bianca. It's almost over, as long as no one else objects." He said this last statement rather loudly, looking at Cheren.
Cheren just rolled his eyes and smirked. With that, Jim reopened his book and picked up from where he left off.
As before, Reshiram and Zekrom were of equal power, and unable to conquer each other, but the consequence of their might and the furious commands of their new masters was overwhelming. Ashamed by the brutality of their actions, the two humans commanded their dragons to leave, take refuge where their might would cause no further harm to the land…and so they did. Reshiram and Zekrom, as they had done long ago, went their separate ways and vanished into obscurity…although, centuries later, there are those that still claim that the dragons of legend were not a mere fable, but truly exist, watching over the land that they had helped make and had come so near to destroying, awaiting the call of their next masters, the next true heroes of Unova…
With that, Jim closed the book and looked at his friends. Bianca looked absolutely awed, but Cheren still looked indifferent.
"'The next true heroes of Unova'?" Bianca asked. "Who do you think they are?"
"Who knows?" Jim replied. "They'd have to be perfect: strong, brave, noble, possessing an understanding of both humanity and Pokemon. A rare breed, in my opinion."
"An impossible breed, you mean," said Cheren. "Nobody's that perfect."
"Oh really?" Jim asked, teasingly. "All these years, I was under the impression that you were perfect. Maybe you’re next in line to inherit Zekrom or Reshiram."
"Oh, shut up. Don't you ever take anything seriously?"
"Of course I do. Do you ever not take everything seriously?"
Cheren was about to speak against that, but when he saw the good-natured grin on Jim's face, he couldn't help but smile as well.
"We'll see," he said, simply.
He held out his hand, a signal Jim knew perfectly well: their friendship handshake. This consisted of a high-five, a fist bump, and a thumbs-up, all done in quick succession, which during this moment, like many times before, was duly performed.
"Bros forever, Jim?"
"Bros forever." was his reply.
Bianca smiled at their antics, then suddenly yawned.
"Well, guys, I think I'm gonna head off to bed. Dad will blow a gasket if I'm not back before 11."
"I'll take you home," Cheren offered. "I should be on my way as well. Good night, Jim."
"Night, Jim!"
"Good night, guys."
He watched them walk out of his room, down the stairs, and out of the house. Then, as he too began to prepare for sleep, he looked out of his window at the clear night sky. He jumped. His glasses nearly fell from his face. He rubbed his eyes and peered out with greater intensity. For a split second, he thought he had seen something in the sky, something like a streak of fire, faster than a bullet…but perhaps it was just a trick of his imagination. This is what he told himself as he climbed into bed, took off his glasses, and fell asleep…
The story is my own take on the plot of Pokemon Black and White, with my character, Jim, taking the place of the game protagonist.
Book 1
Jim
The Hero's Journey
PROLOGUE
Jim
The Hero's Journey
PROLOGUE
Legend has it that, centuries ago, there existed a mighty Dragon Pokemon, wielded by the joint unity and cooperation of two brothers, who were known in their time as Heroes. Through their will, design, and vision, these three were responsible for shaping together the land known today as Unova…but like all good things, it was not destined to last. Eventually, the brothers began to argue about what was the best to pursue in life. The older brother sought truth in his life, while the younger strove for ideals.
"Painful or relieving, a true hero must take the path of honesty, if he wishes to live the life of a true human being!" said the elder.
"And I say it is best to only strive for that which will always make you happy, and leave pain and sorrow behind!" retorted the younger.
It was a most bitter quarrel. Unable to watch the bickering of its masters, the great Dragon split into two, and each sided with one of the brothers. One was a Dragon of Fire known as Reshiram the Vast White, and chose to obey the elder brother, and the other, a Dragon of Thunder known as Zekrom the Deep Black, came to the aid of the younger brother. The two dragons battled each other to protect their masters' goals, but as they had once been one, their powers were too equally matched. Thus, the brothers were able to reconcile and decide that there was no one true path, and so they departed with their dragons, promising to spread their newfound philosophy to the rest of the world…
However, years later, after the passing of the original heroes, their sons grew up not of the same opinion, and, with their power to command the two dragons passed down to them by their fathers, carried on the battle that had been left off, and the flames and lightning of Reshiram and Zekrom ravaged the region they had so painstakingly crafted…the trees reduced to cinders and ashes, the waters churning and frothing as if in a mighty hurricane,
“Jim!”
the winds roaring and hot with fire,
“Jim!”
the ground ravaged and struck by innumerable thunderbolts, the-
"JIM!"
Jim Stevens was brought out of his reading with a jolt. In the heat of the story, his voice had become more and more animated, thriving off of each syllable, feeling the very power in the description of the power of the dragons. Now, however, he had been brought back to reality by the voice of one of his best friends.
Just like many a night, Jim had invited his closest friends, Cheren and Bianca, over to his house. On this particular night, Jim had unearthed an old book that had laid hidden away among some dusty momentos in his attic, probably left up there by his mother. The book was titled ‘Myths and Legends of Unova’, the elaborate gold title alone being enough to draw his attention. There were many such tales within it, but this one about the dragons was the most striking. The three had sat on the floor of Jim’s bedroom, therefore, as he read aloud from the dusty book.
Cheren was the same age as him, 16, but was rather short for his age, with neat black hair and eyes, horn-rimmed glasses, and a rather pale, often stern or thoughtful face. He was one of those intellectual prodigies who grew up in modest conditions, a little stuffy at times and a stickler for practicality in all things, but quite courteous and honest.
Bianca, one year junior to her friends, was the opposite: sunny-faced and with long blonde hair, tucked under a jaunty green beret. She was somewhat scatterbrained and forgetful, and known to be messy, but she was a very good-natured girl, sensitive and sweet.
As for Jim himself, he was tall for his age, with messy brown hair which was usually tucked under a red baseball cap, his equally brown eyes shining with boyish enthusiasm behind a pair of reading glasses. He was the sort of boy that possessed a very expansive imagination. His mind carried him to far-away places, seeing exotic new Pokemon, braving a hundred dangers without a scratch, places that he could only dream about after spending most of his life in sleepy Nuvema Town.
The three had been friends since infancy, and always did everything together, like a family, and all three shared the same dream of finally leaving Nuvema Town and setting out to see the rest of Unova. However, due to certain circumstances, neither of them had ever gone farther than Route 1 just to the north. In all fairness, Nuvema Town wasn’t bad. There was a sense of closeness between the three friends, their families, and Professor Juniper, who ran the local Pokemon laboratory. The worthy professor was something of an aunt figure towards the three, always glad to see them, always ready to show them her latest discoveries. Even then, Jim still didn’t know all the Pokemon of Unova, and it was one of his biggest ambitions to see them all.
"Yes, Cheren?" Jim asked. “You had something to say?”
"Yes," said Cheren, adjusting his glasses, a sign that a speech was imminent. "I just wanted to put a stop to this illogicality before it became rampant."
"And what's so illogical about it?" Jim asked.
"Everything! It makes no sense! I mean, honestly, an enormous land like Unova being shaped by a Dragon, just to be "destroyed" again by the two that split from it. How is Unova still standing, then? Where's the proof that such a creature existed?"
"There is no proof," Jim replied, holding up the book to emphasize his words, "that's why it's called a legend."
"Even so, all fables contain some truthful basis, and I have yet to see any in this fairy tale," continued Cheren, as if he hadn't noticed Jim's sarcastic reply. "Besides, I think that last part was starting to get to Bianca."
He nodded to their female friend, who had covered her face with her beret and was quivering.
"N-No it didn't!" she protested. "It's a g-great story! C-Come on, Jim, keep reading!"
Jim smiled at her. He knew it was scaring her, but it also kept her interested. She loved to hear about these sorts of things, since her father, a good parent but strict at times, discouraged such fairy tales in his household.
He put a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry, Bianca. It's almost over, as long as no one else objects." He said this last statement rather loudly, looking at Cheren.
Cheren just rolled his eyes and smirked. With that, Jim reopened his book and picked up from where he left off.
As before, Reshiram and Zekrom were of equal power, and unable to conquer each other, but the consequence of their might and the furious commands of their new masters was overwhelming. Ashamed by the brutality of their actions, the two humans commanded their dragons to leave, take refuge where their might would cause no further harm to the land…and so they did. Reshiram and Zekrom, as they had done long ago, went their separate ways and vanished into obscurity…although, centuries later, there are those that still claim that the dragons of legend were not a mere fable, but truly exist, watching over the land that they had helped make and had come so near to destroying, awaiting the call of their next masters, the next true heroes of Unova…
With that, Jim closed the book and looked at his friends. Bianca looked absolutely awed, but Cheren still looked indifferent.
"'The next true heroes of Unova'?" Bianca asked. "Who do you think they are?"
"Who knows?" Jim replied. "They'd have to be perfect: strong, brave, noble, possessing an understanding of both humanity and Pokemon. A rare breed, in my opinion."
"An impossible breed, you mean," said Cheren. "Nobody's that perfect."
"Oh really?" Jim asked, teasingly. "All these years, I was under the impression that you were perfect. Maybe you’re next in line to inherit Zekrom or Reshiram."
"Oh, shut up. Don't you ever take anything seriously?"
"Of course I do. Do you ever not take everything seriously?"
Cheren was about to speak against that, but when he saw the good-natured grin on Jim's face, he couldn't help but smile as well.
"We'll see," he said, simply.
He held out his hand, a signal Jim knew perfectly well: their friendship handshake. This consisted of a high-five, a fist bump, and a thumbs-up, all done in quick succession, which during this moment, like many times before, was duly performed.
"Bros forever, Jim?"
"Bros forever." was his reply.
Bianca smiled at their antics, then suddenly yawned.
"Well, guys, I think I'm gonna head off to bed. Dad will blow a gasket if I'm not back before 11."
"I'll take you home," Cheren offered. "I should be on my way as well. Good night, Jim."
"Night, Jim!"
"Good night, guys."
He watched them walk out of his room, down the stairs, and out of the house. Then, as he too began to prepare for sleep, he looked out of his window at the clear night sky. He jumped. His glasses nearly fell from his face. He rubbed his eyes and peered out with greater intensity. For a split second, he thought he had seen something in the sky, something like a streak of fire, faster than a bullet…but perhaps it was just a trick of his imagination. This is what he told himself as he climbed into bed, took off his glasses, and fell asleep…
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