A Pkmn Story: Chapter 10 - Hippowdon

A Pokemon Story

Chapter 10
Hippowdon

 

The Sandstorm got worse by the minute and as the area got more uphill and hard to overcome, Chris started losing his endurance and patience. He was sick of walking alone for so long, may it have been forty minutes or three hours, so he decided to stop only caring about the health of his pokemon but to use his companions to make the journey a little more enjoyable and easy.
‘Espeon, use Morning Sun!’ he murmured, as he drew the pokeball out of his pocket and pushed the release button. Espeon run around its trainer, its four standing up due to the severe weather conditions. It closed its eyes and its third eye started glowing. A dim circle of light appeared around it and started worming its way up to the sky, through the sand clouds and the brown matter, seeking its way to the sun. The ray got stronger and lapped the pokemon in it. Chris entered the circle and everything got faint. The sound of the storm, the wind, everything lost in volume. He fondled his Espeon’s head and they kept walking. 

They didn’t even have to walk this way for over five minutes when suddenly the storm disappeared. Espeon scanned the area and let the Morning Sun shield down, since the wind had calmed down and the dust in the air slowly sank down to the ground. Then it looked back to Chris, who just casually stood there, obviously distracted and puzzled by what just had happened. Was the wild Tyranitar dead already, or worse, did someone else catch it before him? The different scenarios kept coming to him and got him more devastated every time he could thing of a new one. It was already late in the afternoon and the soon was about to set. What should he do? Should he return?
Espeon blinked and growled silently. Chris felt a fresh sensation running through his veins. ‘Thank you Espeon.’. His pokemon had given him a psychic power push, feeling him with positive energy and warm energy. Espeon hadn’t given up, how could he? ‘We have half an hour before we should head back so we don’t get caught up in the dark. Piece of cake, huh?’ Espeon purred and smiled and they continued.

And they wouldn’t even need to walk for more than ten more minutes, even if it was intensive walking. Somewhere under the cliffs, a girl was training with her pokemon, a massive Garchomp and some other ground types. Chris recognized her instantly, the girl from the tournament. She certainly wasn’t a contestant in “who do you wanna bump into next?”, since she just reminded him of that arrogant wimp he lost against, but a little human companionship after half a day would certainly do him some good.

‘I am training down here with my party; since we lost in that final and didn’t get that surprise invitation we’re really upset. What you did in that last battle of yours was remarkable dude. Like, you were so out of order but still thought about your team and forfeited. Good call right there, shows you got the stuff. What are you doing down here anyway?’
Chris was confused again. Didn’t she feel the sandstorm? But how couldn’t she, she was practically in the middle of it. He glanced over to her Garchomp, which was seemingly exhausted by the hard training. Then he was enlightened.
‘You have a sand team, right?’
‘Yeah, didn’t you see my match?’
He didn’t. How could he, he had left the arena and never spoke about that tournament to anyone.
‘I didn’t. What’s your weather inducer?’
‘My Hippowdon. It’s in a pretty bad condition though; we’ve trained for hours today!’

Chris sighed. Hippowdons also have the ability sand stream, just like Tyranitars. He obviously had mistaked the girls’ pokemon’s ability for a random act of luck, obviously no Pupitars had evolved around here. The whole journey and expectation for nothing. He would have probably known, hadn’t he overreacted so badly and had he stayed to watch the final match against that girl and ‘accent boy’. He couldn’t tell her that he made such a big mistake now. ‘Play it cool, Chris.’ he thought to himself.
‘We trained too but were about to head back now. Anything else of significance around here?’
The girl looked at him in question.
‘No..Not that I know of…’ she stuttered.
‘Kay, see you around then.’ 

She obviously had something to hide.

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.