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The Storm; The odyssey begins
Topic Started: Mar 23 2008, 07:02 PM (387 Views)
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[size=7] Book One: Water
Chapter One: The storm[/size]

[size=3]Part One: Mako Inspires The Trainer[/size]


[a freeform, part one of two]


I had that dream again.

I was on the S.S. North Star in a fierce thunderstorm, pitting me against the elementsman versus nature. Who would win? I grabbed my harpoon and aimed it towards the Leviathan that breached in front of me and I lost sight of it. The Whale was gone; my comrade placed his hand on my shoulder, and said, Dont worry. Youll get it eventually. But for now, wake up. He snapped his fingers, and there I was, in my bedroom, staring out my window to the rising sun, hovering above my backyard, penetrating through my window as if to say to me, Wake up, Thatcher.

The usual routine followed. I got up, plodded to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and hit the sack again. I was too tired to even remember that today was the day Id be declared a legal adult.

***

My name is Thatcher Greslin and todays my eighteenth birthday.

I grew up in a town called Little Hillmoss, a quaint little town located smack-dab in the middle of the country. For a small township, the place is pretty booming. Parents and their kids going to school, businessmen making their trips to the financial districts several towns over, and Trainersoh, were there many of them!making a pit stop here and resting up for the day. Many of these Trainers were beginners, having just received their first companion and figuring out what to do with their lives.

Many of these newbies are just like me: high school graduates who have just discovered that they could make a name for themselves by traveling the world with their partners, growing, evolving, and sculpting themselves into their own identities. They all have this impetus to move on, to be greater the next day than they were the previous day. Their ideals change, their minds unravel.

Many people have discovered their inner being on their journeys. I guess you could say that their physical journey is just an allegory for their psychological one. But for many, its just an opportunity to leave their home and native land to explore unknown territories, see things that people would never see in their lifetimes, and mold themselves into people whom they wanted to be their whole lives. Lifes truly a journey, and I finally begin to live mine.

I grabbed my backpack, which contained nothing but clothes and some emergency supplies and a handful of cash I made last summer as a busboy, and left. My parents were working that day, so they could not wish their only son good luck and say their last good-byes. However, as I approached the living room, a gleam caught my eye. A shiny watch-like device was on the kitchen table, underneath it a small envelope. I put on the watch and opened the envelope. It was a note from my parents written this morning, before they left for work:

Thatcher,

Youre growing before our very eyes. We remember when it was just yesterday when you were entering kindergarten. Now here you are, a high school graduate, making decisions on your own and living your own life, independent and individual. We thank you for everything youve done for us, as these things have shaped you into the man you have become. Were sorry we couldnt be here for your big day, but this letter, and your two birthday presents (if you dont see it, look inside the second page of this letter)


I turned the page, and a check valued for some thousand dollars (the number was smudged, I really couldnt tell. It looked like a 5, then again, it looked like an 8) fell out and landed on the floor. I picked it up, folded it, and put it in my pocket. I continued reading:

should be enough to compensate. We have done all we can as parents for you, and we hope that you will continue to do your best and make us proud. We know we sound sappy, but we really dont have much time to write this. You know how we feel; were both upset and proud that youre leaving on your own, but this is your own life, your own journey, your own odyssey. We are just a phone call away if you ever need us, and remember that soon enough, your two sisters will follow you in your footsteps, so you will never be alone. May the gods watch over you and, Thatch, make us prouder than we are now.

Mom and Dad


I put the letter back in the envelope and closed it. I looked through the window, and all I noticed was a dark storm cloud hovering over the town. I felt a shadow close in on me and I felt a phantom hold me. I dont know why, but I dont think my birthday will end well at all.

***


Metagross is down! CAYDEN WINS! CAYDEN WINS!!

The young Trainer returned his orange, draconic creature, said no words, and exited the grand stadium, applauded grandly by the tens of thousands of attendees who admired the three-hour long Pokmon championship bout.

He was swarmed by media, but uttered no words. Although he was bombarded with Trainers for autographs, Cayden signed none; he just continued on, his intention to go back home and relax in his loft. But people who just recently heard of his victory kept approaching him, asking him for everything and anything. But Cayden decided to say nothing. He just pressed onward, focusing everything on getting home.

He was then approached by this mysterious, cloaked figure, who said to him, I know youre the Emissary. Caydens eyes widened, and as he began to run away, a large, green insectoid with arm-blades wrapped its hands around him, threatening to kill the young Trainer.

We wont hurt you. We just want to talk.

Cayden hesitantly agreed, and said the first word he uttered in years: HELP!!!

***

The Odyssey Begins

I walked down the streets of Little Hillmoss Town, pondering my future and the Pokemon who would be my future, everlasting companion. As I thought, I realized that I was quite hungry. Fortunately, I knew that there was a nearby tea shop which served some good breakfast pastries. Why? It was my old place of work: The Jasmine Dragon, Little Hillmoss neighborhood tea shop.

As I walked in, I noticed that my old boss, Mako, was talking to this strange-looking, mysterious man who soon walked down the staircase behind the counter. Even when I worked there, I wasnt allowed to go back there. What was Mako up to? But right now, that wasnt my concern.

Hey, Mako, I said, approaching the counter.

My ex-boss, in his really thick Oriental accent, replied, Ah, Thatchohe always mispronounced my namehow ah you? Doing good?

Pretty well, Mako, thanks for asking. Today is the day I begin my journey, remember?

Oh, yeah? Happy birday den. Want jasmine...de usual? he asked, grabbing a porcelain cup for my tea. I nodded in reply, rapping a gold coin against the counter, creating some kind of rhythm for my listening pleasure. As I waited, I heard a kind of gagging sound. The only people in the caf were me and Mako, so I began to become a bit concerned. What the hell was going on down there?

Before I can even say something, my tea was served, Mako giving me a nice, innocent smile, trying to make me forget what was occurring down there.

On home, he said. I wasnt going to correct him; he was close enough. He said to me, Drink yo tea, den get out. De cafee is closd, and descended the staircase.

But the sign says

THE CAFEE IS CLOSD!!! he yelled. If I see yo face in restohrant when I come up, you in serious trouble!

I gulped the rest of my tea and lied. Yes, sir!

As he went downstairs, I investigated the Jasmine Dragon, and noticed that behind the counter was a magnum, a red-and-white sphere (was that a Pok Ball?), and a packet of information about this young Trainer who went missing three days ago. He was considered the strongest trainer in the Opaddeka Region, but the most conflicted. He one day just vanished into thin air, without a trace. I grabbed the newspaper article describing him and briefly read it:

24 July 2008

LITTLE HILLMOSS, OP. Opaddekas youngest Trainer, Cayden (last name unknown), has recently disappeared. After his final victory in the Pokmon League against current Champion Theodore Jackson, Cayden ambiguously disappeared. Police have been look


HEY! What I say, Thatcho? WHAT I SAY!? he scolded at me. I placed the newspaper article down, and began to run away, only to be apprehended by Makos hand. Listeng to me. You say no-tin bout Cayden. You say no-tin pehri-id! He very impohtant persong to us, and we want make sho every-tin good. Dis my war-nin to you. Get out.

I ran for my life. Mako was an awkward immigrant, yes, but I thought he was a generally nice and caring individual. If Cayden mysteriously disappeared and Mako said that this young man is important to him, it could mean only one of two things:

I. Caydens related to Mako.

II. Mako kidnapped Cayden!

I did not desire to think of this any further. I just continued onward, focusing on my journey, my life, and most of all, myself. This is my odyssey, my journey.

But in the recesses of my mind, I still thought about and concerned myself with Cayden. I hope he could be found.

I just walked onward, the Pokemon Laboratory in sight. There it was, in all of its august glory, towering over all of the town. But there it was: the storm cloud that hovered over my house earlier.

Shit.
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Hmmmm.

I like it. It's interesting. Looking forward to part two.

Because it's your house post, though, I'm not going to give any reward besides the money. And since you already alluded to it we're going to say that figure is 8000z.

You have your Poketch, of course, and the Escape Rope with 3 charges, which I believe you forgot. Regardless. There you go.
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Thanks, Yorklax! Haha, I assume Ricardo named you all in homage of him? XD
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