Unknown Power
By Star
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my characters and plot. I have run out
of witty remarks. It’s so sad. ;o` (crying face)
Trees whizzed past my face. I was bruised all over from the branches, and my legs felt stiff as lead. Despite all this I continued running, too scared to stop.
Finally, my legs could take it no more. They collapsed and sent me head over heels, tumbling through the forest.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” I yelped as I hit rocks, bumps, and tree roots, followed by a loud groan when I landed. “Well, at least I’m free. I’m starved. I hope there’s a pokecenter nearby.” As I looked at my injuries I added, “For multiple reasons.”
I felt something hard against my leg. “What the?” It was a piece of the crystal, perfectly smooth, the size and shape of a marble, that had somehow found it’s way into my pocket. “Odd.”
It took me several tries to get up, and after several failures I managed to get up on two feet and a tree. I choose a direction and walked. If I don’t know where I’m going, I should at least not go in circles, I sighed to myself. After what I think was 15-30 minutes of walking, I reached a clearing.
“Aah! A wild pokemon!” screamed a small boy.
“I’m not a wild pokemon, but I am looking for a pokecenter. Know where I could find one?” I asked as politely as possible.
He took a few good looks at me then replied plainly, “There isn’t any pokecenter for a mile or so more, but Mom might be able to help, if you want.”
“I don’t know…,” I started, not sure whether or not to trust this stranger. Just then a jolt of pain reminded me of the fall. I winced. “That would be great,” I said, changing my mind quickly.
“Just wait there a minute I’ll be right back,” the boy told me as he climbed through the door. I heard him say, “Mom, someone’s hurt outside.” He come back out with who I assumed was his mother.
“My dear! Come in you poor thing,” his mother invited, “Your wounds must be treated immediately.”
“Thanks,” I said, grinning weakly.
She let me in, then treated and bandaged my wounds (“Lucky you didn’t break anything,”) and invited me to dinner.
“Thanks for all your help,” I said, feeling better after I ate something.
“What brings you here?” she asked, eyeing my wounds curiously, “Are you a trainer?”
“No,” I said, thinking quickly, “I-I ran away from home.”
“Oh dear, how sad. I don’t suppose I can convince you to go back. At least become a trainer. It’ll be safer. I have an extra form,” she told me, searching her drawers, “You came at a good time.”
“Why?” I wondered aloud.
“Why?” she exclaimed, surprised, “Because today is the one day each year that new trainers receive their starter pokemon from Professor Elm! My son wanted to go, but he can’t until he’s ten.”
“That sounds great, thanks,” I replied
The next morning I woke up to the sound of sizzling eggs and bacon.
“Oh good, I was wondering when you’d wake up,” came the cheery voice of the mom, “I packed your bag, but you still have to fill in your personal information. Oh, and here are the directions.” She handed me a crumpled piece of paper. “Hurry so you won’t be late.”
“Thanks again for the help!” I yelled over my shoulder as I hurried to New Bark Town. A trainer, huh? Well, at least I’ll have a life. I went to filling out my personal info.
First Name: Crystal, Last Name:… What for last name? I heard a familiar voice echoing in my head saying “This comet holds incredible power.” Great. Freaky flashbacks. Just typical. Oh well, when life gives you lemons…
“O.K., I’ll be Crystal Comet!” I announced to no one in particular.
The walk was uneventful. As I reached a clearing I saw a sign that read: “Welcome to New Bark Town.” A last optimistic thought ran through my head, Maybe I can lead a normal life after all.
Authors Note:
Yah, I know it’s short. The Jolt Master was away so I didn’t get this
in as soon as I’d have liked to. I’ve already written the next part so
it’s just a matter of typing and formatting. I’ll add more plot
complications (and maybe a cliff hanger) by chapter 4, so bear with me.
Hope to write more soon,
Star