A Pkmn Story: Chapter 1 - Tyranitar

A Pokemon Story

Chapter 1.
Tyranitar

It was actually an event of a lifetime for Chris. He could see small sand corns on the rocky road flying and straying around, the wind suddenly started getting stronger and clouds gathered up in the sky. Espeon’s third eye started glowing lightly, visible only as it layed in the shadow of that ancient-like tree in Chris’ frontyard. It closed its eyes and listened. Its fur moved along the air currents as it predicted the weather changing. Yep, Chris was quite certain now, a wild Tyranitar had appeared.

Being very rare, wild Tyranitars spawn only when a fellow Pupitar gets enough random experience to evolve on a very high level. This act being extremely tiring for a lot of trainers to handle leaves a lot of the wild Larvitars and Pupitars out in the wild unharmed by any human action. Though, every time a Pupitar actually makes the effort to evolve, a natural Sandstorm wrecks the surrounding lands, given Tyranitars’ ability, Sand stream.

That takes an important part in all of the inhabitants bad mood and annoyance, since all of the non-trainers, being unable to do something with their cute little Purrloins and Skitties, had to stay home and just shut doors and windows until someone made the act of catching or killing the mighty Tyranitar that roamed somewhere near. Living in a big city had the pros of being just a small part in the trainers’ community. He obviously had to hurry with finding his target before anyone else did.

Let’s say Chris was quite a catch where he lived. Even if he wasn’t the best trainer, he sure looked a lot like the best, being all introvert and snobby. He appeared some times where little challenge cups were held, some other times at the stadium for serious or friendly matches, with people that wanted to know more about him but couldn’t come closer than what the battle field allowed them to, and of course, even if they managed to get closer he just looked away, saying he was busy as hell and had to keep moving. Physical outcome, he had no friends apart from his party he cherished and loved. And a shelve full of dull medallions and winner cups. He lived alone with his family in the outskirts of the city, in a rather small house with its own garden. His father was a well-known doctor who was absent most of the day and his mother a teacher at the local trainer school. They had met twenty years ago at a massive concert and they said that it was fate from the second they saw each other, both with their respective Natu’s on their shoulder, screaming and shouting with the crowd, suddenly stood still and gazed into each other’s eyes and everything moved in slow motion. He always thought they were exaggerating about everything. The only thing he really believed was that his fathers’ Natu pushed him into the right direction when it flew over to his mothers’ Natu to have a bird-peep-talk or what pokemon did in that matter.

What actually mattered was that they were both absent right now and he could practically do what he wanted-more like what he needed-to do. Catch that Tyranitar.