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A tale of adventure Ch 1

Discussion in 'Literature Library' started by AntSteve, Sep 5, 2014.

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  1. AntSteve

    AntSteve Banned

    Sep 5, 2014
    "Bye Dad," A thirteen year old said unenthusiastically. He was rather tall, being around 5'10, and had shaggy blond hair. His hazel eyes sparkled as the rays of the sun reflected off them. His name was Drake Smith. He looked over and saw his mom crying. "Mom, it's going to be all right." He took her into his arms, turning her away from the ship that was taking his dad to the Unova region.
    "I wouldn't be that shook up, but your father's leaving also means that you will be leaving tomorrow," his mom cried. She was a rather tall woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. Drake had gotten most of his genes from her.
    "I won't if you don't want me too," Drake sympathized. His mom shook her head.
    "You need to go. This is what you were born for." They walked back to their one story house on the edge of town. His mom worked as a part-time nurse and owned her own restaurant in the middle of town, but they had to buy a bigger house for all his parent's Pokémon that stayed with them after their journey.
    They walked through the front door, seeing pictures of Drake's older brother: Cole. His older brother left for Hoenn a week earlier. Drake and Cole were often referred to as twins because they both looked like clones from their mom. He took his brother leaving harder than he did his dad departing. His brother was runner up in the Kanto League two years ago and he won the Johto League last year. His brother was an outright born Trainer...but his father took all the credit.
    His dad pushed both of them hard. He would make them sit in their rooms and study until bed time every night. Drake and his brother never had friends until their dad left during the week for his job in Celadon, and not come back until the weekend. He made them take care of his Pokémon in the back prairie, so they could learn how to bond with Pokémon. Drake may not like his father, but he helped him more than he knew it.
    Drake asked his mom to bake some brownies for desert, knowing that it would take her mind off of her husband leaving. He walked into the back. Even though his dad forced him to care for his Pokémon, he secretly enjoyed it. Drake's younger brother, Jaime, also liked brownies, so it was a double win for the family.
    "Hey, Venusaur," Drake greeted the large Grass type, petting his mom's second Pokémon. Her Meganium came running up behind his mate. Behind her were five baby Bulbasaur and Chikorita. They were the only Pokémon that his mom kept from her journey at house while his dad kept nearly every one of his.
    "Drake, it's time for supper!" His mom yelled as she poked her head out of the door. Drake ran in, racing the baby Pokémon. Drake sat down at the table and began eating his last home cooked meal for the next eight months. His mom made her famous spaghetti...Drake's favorite
    "Mom, this is so good," Drake said with a mouthful.
    "Thanks," she answered distantly.
    "Mom, I told you I wouldn't go," Drake muttered, beginning to twirl the noodles with his fork.
    "No, son, I just want you to be safe. That's all," his mom cried. Jaime didn't talk at all. Everyone he loved was leaving him.
    "Mom, I am getting a Charmander. I will be safe," Drake reassured her. They smiled and finished their meals. Drake went up to bed after dinner.
    "Goodnight," Drake's mom whispered as her son walked into his room.
    It was a bright day in the town of Pallet. The sun was shining and the Pidgey's were flying high. Drake walked out of room, ready to begin his new life.
    "Mom, I am leaving," He just got done putting on his red t-shirt and finished buttoning his khakis. He kneeled down to tie his red and black Under Armor shoes.
    "Okay honey, we said our goodbyes last night. You better get to Professor Oak's lab before Charmander is gone," said Drake's mom. Drake walked out the door and started walking to his best friend's, Coleman Blue's, house. Coleman was a little taller than Drake with dirt brown hair and blue eyes. His parents owned the local grocery store and PokeMart. They were the richest people in town, besides the Oaks. Drake finally arrived at the big, Victorian style house and rang the door bell.
    A Herdier ran up to Drake and jumped into his arms. "Spot, get down and give him some room," Coleman ordered. Spot jumped down and ran into his dog house. "Hey Drake, are you ready?"
    "Umm, yeah," said Drake. Drake was actually nervous...more like scared. All his dad's harsh and brutal training became useful when he scored the highest on the Trainer Exam in Pallet, but he was doubtful about the real life situational stuff.
    The two boys left the house and walked down the road to Gary Oak's lab. Samuel Oak retired about 5 years before and Gary, his grandson, took it over after having a successful career as a trainer and field researcher. Along the way, the boys saw Ash Ketchum's Champion League Gym.
    Ash's career didn't stop with his conquest of the Unova League. His generation was the first one accepted into the anticipated Champion League- a two year journey when he was in it. He was then accepted as a Battle Frontier Brain until the extra-challenge for trainers was abolished when Drake was ten. Ash was then given the position of one of the two Champion League Gym Leaders of Kanto. The Champion League was now a fifteen year old league.
    That was Drake's dream...to participate in the Champion League and beat all ten gyms, two from each region. The Champion League was hard to get into. One could beat a region's league and then challenge their Elite Four. The other way was winning three different league's championships.
    "Come here." He heard a voice say. He looked back at the gym and saw Ash waving his arms. Drake knew of Ash since he was a celebrity of Kanto, but he also wanted to do things that he never did. Ash and his teenage sweet-heart Misty from Cerulean married right after he got out of the Champion League, having his first child, out of three, soon after.
    "Ye-yeah?" Drake stuttered. Ash walked up to him with his spiky black hair.
    "I just wanted to wish you good luck. My son also started today, but he already has one year experience under his belt," Ash laughed.
    "Oh well, thanks," Drake thanked him as he smiled from ear to ear.
    "Drake!" Coleman shouted from down the road.
    "Well, I have to go before he steals my starter," Drake laughed. Ash nodded, knowing the feeling, and shook the young boy's hand.
    "Good luck," Ash said. The boys finished walking to the lab.
    Drake jumped up and opened the door to Gary Oak's lab. They walked in to the old building, finding a gorgeous young lady. She wasn't as tall as Drake and had ruby, red hair with forest green eyes. She was as beautiful as the sunrise in the morning. Drake stared blankly as her. She thanked the professor and walked out of the lab. As she walked by, she winked at Drake and Coleman.
    "Who is that," Drake asked with his eyes wide open. He had recently started to "notice" the opposite sex.
    "Yeah, who is that and which Pokémon did she take?" Coleman asked in a rush, showing how caught up in the moment he got.
    "She is Janette Divine and she took Squirtle," Gary said. "She is from Pewter and her father is a scientist at the Pewter Museum. She is one of the top scorers in the region," Gary explained while looking at Drake.
    "Who cares where she is from? Let's get down to business, I want Bulbasaur," Coleman stated impolitely. Drake just stood there and shook his head at the rude boy's manners.
    "Okay, no need to get your panties in a wad. Here you go, this is Bulbasaur," Gary said while giving Coleman a Pokéball. Gary was still surprised how Coleman got his Pokémon license. Coleman was a knit wit; well at least Drake thought he was.
    "Thanks bro. Drake I will meet you on Route 1, so we can have a battle," Coleman yelled as he ran out of the lab.
    "Oh that boy, I hope he can find some Pokémon that can back up his cockiness and stupidity," Gary joked.
    "Me too," agreed Drake. "So, is Charmander still here?"
    "Yes, I saved him especially for you," Gary commented. Gary walked over to the Pokémon containment center and grabbed a Pokéball from it. He walked up to Drake and put the ball in his hands.
    "Thanks," Drake said. "Charmander come on out!" Charmander came out of the ball with a bright flash of light. He looked up and climbed up on Drake's back and rested on it.
    "Well, it seems like he likes you. You have your Pokédex right?" asked the Professor.
    "Yes, I am ready to go," Drake replied as he was walking out the door. He usually wasn't impatient, but he wanted to start his journey. He walked out of the town and saw Ash training his Pokémon. Ash saw Drake leaving and yelled something, but the wind carried it.
    Drake waved back and stepped on the dirt of Route 1. He saw Mankey swinging through the trees, Pidgey soaring in the skies, and Rattata gathering food. "Which Pokémon will I capture first?" Drake questioned himself. Drake called out Charmander and they began walking together.
    "Charmander, we are going to be the best team ever," Drake told Charmander.
    "Char, Char," replied Charmander. Charmander seemed like he wanted to battle, so Drake began looking for opponents. Every wild Pokémon they ran up to ran away quickly. Drake came to the conclusion that they didn't want to battle, so they gave up and picked a nice grassy area to set up camp.
    "Hey, I was going to camp there," said a familiar voice. Drake looked up and saw Coleman walking up with a smart grin on his face.
    "Well, I already set up the tent. Can you go find somewhere else, Coleman?" Drake asked sincerely.
    "No, we shall have a battle for it," Coleman ordered. He pulled out the Pokéball that Gary gave him and said, "Bulbasaur, it is time for battle!" Bulbasaur popped out of the Pokéball and took a battle stance.
    "Fine then, Charmander let's go!" Charmander walked over to Drake, and then walked in front of him. Charmander growled and spat fire at the ground to show Coleman that he was ready. "Charmander use Growl," Drake commanded.
    "So, you are using the weak strategy. Bulbasaur use Tackle," Coleman ordered. Bulbasaur charged Charmander and hit it full force. Charmander rolled on the ground and got up quickly, so Drake could give him orders. "What! That Tackle should have knocked that Charmander out?" Coleman yelled with confusion.
    "That Growl weakened Tackle and now it's time for Scratch," ordered Drake. Charmander ran at Bulbasaur with his claws ready to slash.
    "Not so fast, Bulbasaur use Tackle," Coleman ordered with an ugly smirk on his face. Bulbasaur ran at Charmander once more. Charmander jumped and dodged the Tackle, and then used the Scratch against Bulbasaur's back, sending it crashing into a tree.
    "Charmander that was good, now use another Scratch," Drake ordered before Coleman could help Bulbasaur. Charmander ran at the hurt Seed Pokémon and scratched it with his claws. Bulbasaur was knocked out, and Drake had won his first battle.
    "That was all luck," Coleman said sourly. He recalled Bulbasaur and walked off. Coleman always hated losing, being biggest sore loser Drake knew.
    Drake and Charmander finished setting up their camp and ate the food that Drake's mom cooked for them. Their first day together was spent wisely. They both got to know each other and now they can truly be the "best" team.
    Drake went to bed that night and had a dream that he was flying high in the sky on a Charizard...another one of Drake's dreams.

  2. AntSteve

    AntSteve Banned

    Sep 5, 2014
    Chapter 2

    After battling with Coleman, Drake didn't know what to do next. He conquered his camping spot, battling off trainers every day who wanted it.

    "Man, time sure does fly," he said to Charmander as he cooked them dinner. The sun was setting, creating a beautiful scene above the tops of the trees. "It has already been two weeks into the journey, and I just don't know what to do. We have battled so many trainers and wild Pokémon already. You're stronger than I ever though, Charmander."

    "Mander!" Charmander cheered. He smiled at the Pidgey flying over him.

    "You want a friend, don't you?" Drake asked his starter. The Fire Pokémon smiled and clapped his small hands.

    "That will be tomorrow's task," Drake said with a smile. He finished cooking the dinner and went to bed with Charmander by her side.

    The sun's warmth touched Drake's sleeping face, slowly waking him up. "Charmander, your tail is too close," he groaned.

    "Mander!" Charmander screeched, waking Drake up faster.

    "Thanks for that," he grunted. Drake and Charmander packed their camp site, planning to leave for Viridian while searching for a new friend to add to the team.

    "So, let's get started," Drake ordered. Charmander nodded, and his flame grew larger.

    "I swear there is something special about you," Drake muttered to himself as Charmander took the lead.

    Hours passed. Battles occurred...with a win every time. Drake soon noticed the wild Pokémon he battled weren't the right ones for his team. Drake felt the need to possess a connection with a Pokémon before adding it to his team.

    "Charmander, none of these Pokémon seem to have the will to battle," Drake sighed. Charmander tugged on his khakis, pointing at a fight between a Mankey and Rattata. Drake's jaw dropped as the Mankey delivered a kick to the Rattata's face and knocked it into the bushes.

    "A Pokémon that enjoys battling," Drake said.

    "Mander!" Charmander snarled.

    "Ember now!" Drake ordered. Charmander released a small ball of fire that smashed into Mankey's furry back. The Mankey snorted at Charmander before leaping into the air.

    "Use your strongest Scratch!" Charmander slashed as he leaped in the air, landing on one kneeled knee. Mankey landed on two feet, but it soon fell on its face.

    "Pokéball!" Drake yelled. The Pokémon capturing device swallowed the Pokémon, capturing it indefinetly.

    "My first catch!" Drake cheered. He grabbed Charmander's little arms and swung him around in circles. Drake picked up his Pokéball and ran to Viridian City with Charmander on his shoulder.

    "I need to heal my Pokémon please," Drake said, talking to a nurse with bright pink hair.

    "No problem," the nurse said. "I am Nurse Joy. There are many of us, so don't get frightened or confused when you see my kin in another city. We are all nearly identical!"

    "Sy!" An oval-shaped Pokémon cried happily as it handed a tray to Drake. Drake caught the gist and placed his two Pokeballs in the slots.

    "That's Chansey. Every Pokémon Center has at least a dozen...it needs them to run properly," Nurse Joy explained. "We, nurses, are trained with them!" A machine began to beep, signaling the healing process was over. Drake thanked the nice nurse, walking out of the Pokémon Center. Viridian didn't boom quite like Pallet did, but Drake didn't see that as a bad thing. Viridian had tall trees lining the streets, a small light post at every corner, and every door seemed to be open for anything. It made Drake feel at home, yet it gave him a feeling that his home didn't even provide...peace.

    "I really like it here," Drake said to himself as he took in the scenery.

    "Don't tell me that you are already giving up," a feminine voice giggled behind him. Drake turned around to see the girl from Gary's lab: Janette.

    "I never formally introduced myself," Janette said. "My name is Janette Divine from Pewter City. I went all the way through Intermediate School, so I didn't have to take the Trainer Exam like you and your little friend did." The school system for trainers was split into three levels: Primary, Intermediate, and Mastery. Primary one could enter when they were ten, and then Intermediate could then be entered through an exam. Mastery had to have a year of field experience before one could enter it. From Mastery it went on to Gym Leader then to Elite or Champion League.

    "Dang," Drake said in awe.

    "Anyways, I want to challenge you to a battle. I already beat Coleman, so you're next!" Janette pulled out a Pokéball and winked at Drake. Drake's knees wobbled as he barely nodded in agreement.

    "Pidgey, flying time," Janette called out as a flash of light formed into a tan and brown bird-like Pokémon. The tiny Flying type flapped its wings powerfully.

    "Mankey won't do anything, so Charmander is my best bet," Drake strategized. He threw out hi starter's Pokéball, releasing the Fire Pokémon.

    "Gust! Blow it off its feet!" Janette roared. Drake was definitely feeling the intimidation. Pidgey faced Charmander, blasting a gust of wind at Charmander. Drake's Pokémon grabbed onto the ground, holding on for dear life.

    "Ember!" Charmander focused as fire formed in his mouth. He blasted several balls of fire at the Flying Pokémon, knocking it out of the air. "Charge it!" Charmander rushed the Pidgey, but Janette had other plans.

    "Sand-attack!" Pidgey stuck its wing in the ground, flipping dirt straight into Charmander's eyes. The Fire type flailed around, trying to scratch the dirt out of his eyes.

    "Round and use Tackle," Janette ordered. Pidgey took flight, diving at Charmander.

    "Scratch all around you!" Drake warned. Charmander circled in place, getting a lucky swipe and knocking Pidgey into one of the beautiful trees of the city. Pidgey slumped down the tree, unconscious.

    "Return," Janette moaned. "Squirtle!" A tiny, cute, blue turtle-like Pokémon popped out of the ball, glaring at the blind Charmander.

    "Charmander, come back!" Drake recalled Charmander and threw out Mankey. The Pig-Monkey Pokémon screeched loudly and kicked the air.

    "Why'd you recall Charmander? I wanted it to see the power of its friend," Janette snickered.

    "He is blind right now. I would never put him in the situation," Drake said. "Mankey will be enough to beat you!"

    "Mank," The Fighting type growled.

    "Squirtle, use Bubble!" Janette yelled. Squirtle blew dozens of small bubbles that exploded on contact with Mankey, causing him to fly back and roll into a full fighting stance.

    "Mankey, Low Kick quick," Drake ordered. Mankey sprinted at Squirtle.

    "Withdraw to defend!" Squirtle recalled its body into its shell as Mankey got closer. Mankey kicked the bottom part of the shell, sending it flying in the air.

    "Tackle now!" Janette shouted powerfully. Squirtle came out of its shell, diving down at Mankey. Squirtle hit Mankey head on and took him to the ground.

    "Mankey!" Drake cried. Mankey got up with shaking legs, barely having enough energy to stand. Mankey growled as he charged Squirtle. Mankey appeared in front of Squirtle quickly, scratching it ruthlessly.

    "Mankey is using Fury Swipes," Drake's Pokédex beeped loudly. Squirtle fell to the ground, but Mankey wouldn't stop.

    "It's over!" Janette screeched. She ran in between the Pokémon, picking up Squirtle.

    "I'm so sorry," Drake said as he recalled Mankey.

    "How dare you treat my Pokémon like this? How did you even get your Pokémon License? That Pokémon needs to be put down!" Janette screamed. Drake's face turned from his normal tan color to bright and furious red within seconds.

    "How dare me? How dare you say that about a Pokémon? You need to take the loss like a normal trainer would and stop whining!" Drake yelled back. Janette's jaw dropped, and she slapped Drake across the face, leaving a red handprint on it. Janette walked away without saying a word.

    "Who cares," Drake snarled. "I need to go heal my Pokémon." Drake walked a few blocks to the Pokémon Center before heading out to the PokeMart to buy a new backpack.

    "Which one should I get? Red or Blue?" Drake asked himself, holding both products up to eye level.

    "Come out, guys," Drake ordered. Charmander and Mankey both pointed at the red bag.

    "Good choice, guys," Drake said with a smile.

    "Sir, Pokémon are not allowed to be out in the non-Pokémon section," a store employee said. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

    "But, sir," Drake pleaded.

    "Fine. If you help me catch a Pokémon, you can have the backpack," the worker said.

    "Okay," Drake said. The man walked out of the store and into a small quarry with Pokémon everywhere.

    "Most of these Pokémon are wild, but I need a Pokémon to help me," the store worker sighed.

    "Charmander, help him," Drake ordered. Charmander nodded and stood in front of the man.

    "I need a Flying Pokémon," the worker said. A small bird-like Pokémon landed on the ground, pecking it as it chased a small caterpillar-like Pokémon with a red y-shaped horn.

    "Charmander, use Ember on that Spearow," the PokeMart worker ordered. Charmander spat three fire balls at the Spearow.

    "Row!" The Tiny Bird Pokémon screeched loudly as it shook the hit off and dove for Charmander. Drake got nervous, but the PokeMart worker ordered Charmander to use Scratch. Charmander slashed Spearow across the face, knocking it down.

    "Pokéball!" A Pokéball flew out of his hands, capturing the Spearow without trouble.

    "Thanks so much! Keep the bag! I've gotta go," the PokeMart employee said. Charmander waved by and hopped on Drake's shoulder.

    "That was unusual," Drake commented. They left Viridian, walking until the entrance of Viridian Forest.

    "That will be tomorrow's challenge," Drake said. Charmander and Mankey snuggled up beside him, and they all fell asleep. Drake's dream of having a Charizard was accompanied by a Primeape raging around.

    Completely rewritten 10/11/13.

    Thanks to whoever reviews and reads this story.
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