The New World By AbsolDragon *note that this fic takes place before the British came to America* Part 1: The Beginning of a Journey “Meowth, Scratch Attack that Rattata! Hurry!” a young boy commanded his feline Pokemon. They had been walking fast to get back to the orphanage on time when a rat like Pokemon jumped out of nowhere and tackled him. There was no time to waste, but he couldn’t help it, he loved to battle. When there was a battle knocking on his door, he answered it. That is just how he was. The Meowth charged straight at the Rattata and extended his sharpened claws, slicing at the enemy. But the Rattata evaded the attack and sped to his left. It then pounced at the feline and sank its teeth deep into Meowth’s soft flesh. The Pokemon cried out in anguish, unable to feel its limbs. “Meowth! No!” The boy screamed at his companion. But it was no use. The Pokemon would not budge from the spot where it lay injured. The Rattata, looking pleased with itself, turned to a dark alley. As it started to trot away something hard hit its head and it fell onto its side. When it stood back up to see who had chunked a rock at it, it was knocked over again, this time on its back. The Rattata growled, snarling its teeth. It jumped back up and darted at the boy. But he stood firm. Awaiting his opponent to claw his face, he closed his eyes and held his breathe. But the clawing did not come. He waited a little longer, but after half of a minute of complete nothingness he opened his eyes to find the Rattata lying in front of him and his trusted Meowth sitting on top. Meowth purred. Staring at the boy’s dirty face, it leapt off of the fainted Pokemon. The feline rubbed against its friend’s leg, receiving a gentle stroke through its thick fur. The boy still stared directly at the enemy Rattata. It was not ordinary for a Pokemon to attack him; he was always nice to any Pokemon that came his way. He would only get in a battle if the other Pokemon agreed to. But there was something about this Pokemon; this Rattata… but what was it? “Oh no!” The boy cried out, turning to sprint towards the orphanage that he called home. “Come on, Meowth! We have to get to the orphanage now or you will be banned from it!” His Meowth scurried behind him. He was the only child there with a Pokemon. Pokemon were NOT allowed at Esmeralda’s Orphanage of Love, which was a terrible name for the orphanage. There was not much love to find in the crowded rooms, cluttered closets, or uncaring, malicious nannies and nuns. And now his privilege was being snatched from his grasp…the results were appalling…he could not lose his Meowth, one of the only friends he ever had. Sure there were other children there for him to be with, but Meowth is who he wanted to be with. He had been through so much with Meowth… and it was NOT about to end now! He would do anything to be with Meowth, even if he had to abandon his shelter, his food, and his protection. “Almost there, buddy… we ARE going to make it,” He shoved this thought into his mind even though he knew it was not true. They made the final turn. He could see the orphanage and his companion bounded to his shoulders, his favorite resting spot. He had a long day, considering the eight consecutive battles he had fought and the Rattata attack. He was tired. But this did not slow the boy down one bit. He kept sprinting towards the orphanage even though his legs felt like jelly. He could see that the door was still open, so there was still time to get there. He was only twenty yards away and could smell the Tuna Fish Surprise being served in the mess hall. ‘There is always hope,’ he kept thinking to himself. ‘Never give up… never…’ Ten yards away, his heart was racing and he could feel Meowth’s heart racing to the beat of his own. Nanny Esmeralda looked out of the door. She glared directly at the running boy, who claimed a greater speed than that of a Raticate. Then it happened. It started to rain. He was at the five yard mark, the four, the three, and the two, he tried to withstand the beating rain and leap to the orphanage, but instead he slipped… He had slipped and fallen down inches from the door. Nanny Esmeralda looked at the old grandfather clock in the entrance of her orphanage and slammed the door shut. His face smashed the ground and he burst into tears. Not from the bruises and scrapes layering his face, but the fact that his Meowth would be banned from its only shelter and protection. Nanny Esmeralda would plant signs all throughout the town, on every nook and cranny of London to warn people of an evil Meowth who reeks havoc wherever it goes. She lived to lie like that. He gradually stood up and knocked on the locked door in front of him. As soon as he did so, it opened. He saw a stout woman with pitch black hair exceeding the small of her back. She reached back and pulled a towel from behind her on a table. “Are you well, child? You look as if you took an atrocious fall…” Nanny Esmeralda questioned, knowing exactly what had happened. She had an evil grin on her face. “You know good and well what happened to me! You saw me slip and fall!” the boy roared at the obese woman. “Now, now, Jason, do not take your anger out on me... here, wipe your tears away.” She handed him the mudded towel. There were stains of blood in many spots. The boy, Jason, refused to scrub his face with something she had touched. “If you do not mind, I am going to eat supper now.” He headed towards the mess hall, hoping she had forgotten about Meowth. “Now, you hold on one second. Have you forgotten the rule? Any one in late must be punished, and for you that means no more Meowth. I am afraid he is now banned from my orphanage.” She informed Jason. His heart pounded hard and he wailed. He wailed louder than he had ever wailed before. Everyone in the orphanage and all the nearby shoppes could hear his rage. He turned back towards the plump lady. For the first time in his eleven years of living he cursed. Then he apologized to God and shot out the door. He dashed up the hill beside the orphanage. Nanny Esmeralda shouted at him to come back, but he did not listen. He kept up the hill, his Meowth cradled in his arms. He refused to look back at the place he had grown up. Instead he kept on going up that hill. Although he refused to look back, someone looked on. His best human friend, Meghan, sat at a window, gazing at her runaway friend. She wanted to be with him, no one else was as kind to her as him. She would break out like him... to be free... she dreamed of freedom... she knew how to be free. She would have to tell him, somehow. He needed to go to the new world everyone was talking of. A new world... Meghan wanted to go to a new world with Jason... it would be the beginning of a journey she wanted to be part of... And she would. )()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()( Sorry if this was short. I have already planned out some really exciting events for this fic, and they will be coming up soon! Stay tuned!