Well, it is a work in progress, but I have a few chapter done. Some might recognize it from SPP. Also, please don't read without replying...give me any *constructive* criticism.
Prologue
The Beginning (Redunant++)
The day before.
“But, daaa-aaad, I don’t want to go.” A sandy haired teen whined. Ethan Brandy was tired of it. Tired of his dad, tired of the shop, tired of the stupid Pokemon journey that he was being forced in to, and he was tired of his dad who kept comparing him to his older brother, Robert. He was damn tired of having his life lived for him.
Ethan’s dad ran an antique shop that sold trinkets, like classic pokeballs, tapestries of ancient Pokemon or an odd fossil. He got a lot business by trainers passing through Saffron. Like the old Real Estate saying, it was about location, location, location. His shop was about a 10 minute walk from the Saffron City gym or the Pokemon Center. His business depended on two things, Sabrina being able to put the hurt on her opponents, and his oldest son Robert sending the items he found on his journey. But a few weeks ago, they heard something terrible. When Robert was exploring a cave, a bunch of punks thought it would be a laugh to cause a cave-in, and with one punch by a Golem, it ended Robert’s life. Unacceptable. Mr. Brandy needed a new flow of items. So, the next day, his son will be leaving on a train to a league to the north, the Ettu region. It was sparsely populated, but it had a long history of Pokemon trainers, so there was bound to be a few rare items. Plus, it was only a 2 hour ride away from Saffron. Now, Mr. Brandy just hoped his useless son wouldn’t screw this up.
“You’re gonna go, and you’re gonna get me some items, ok? Or do you want me on the street begging for change and hiding from a guard Houndour? Now pack your bags.” He said through teeth clenched tighter than a Feraligatr.
“Dad, I don’t wanna leave my friends just to train a bunch of freakish little rats and bugs to fight.” He squealed, his voice high enough to get him into a choir as a soprano.
“Well, that’s not what you’re going to do. You’re going to be getting me items for the store, and keeping your pokemon strong enough to protect you and get the items.”
“Dad…”
Finally, Mr. Brandy snapped. His first son was a hard-working young man who actually had hope of a future. This dunderhead was a spoiled brat, but there was no chance that Alan Brandy was going to let that continue. He raised his arm and then suddenly and quickly slapped Ethen. Tears welled up both of their brown eyes, Ethen for obvious reasons, and his father because he realized he just became a monster worse than the most horrendous Pokemon.
Meanwhile, in Cath Town, Ettu.
“Excellent, my son, you’ve proven most worthy of deserving a Pokemon. Your test scores prove that to me. I will draw up the papers, and have them notarized. You’ll have your trainer license within 24 hours.” Mrs. Ratic was proud of her son, Will, and she hoped that he would do what she could not, become the most powerful trainer in Ettu. She came close, but when it came down to it, her Tangela just wasn’t powerful enough to win the league championship, though she still contends that if her opponent hadn’t had a Steelix, she would have won. But she moved to plan B. She entered Law School. Her husband died, protecting his bank from the horrific Team Purge, a gang that followed an ideology of that modernization of culture was a bad thing.
“Did you clean your room today, Will?” She inquired. Her firm belief was that keeping her child focused on tasks would help her son on his quest. She thought her mistakes lied in that she spent too much time helping others. If she spent more time training, she thought, she might have been able to get Tangela to learn Giga Drain which would have defeated that nasty Steelix.
“No, ma’am, but I cleaned it yesterday.” He replied. He didn’t want to go over this. He had to clean his room everyday, he had to have all his CDs approved, his books censored, and his TV time was closely monitored, making sure it did not exceed an hour. Frankly, he began to hate the order, and longed for the freedom in Pokemon Training.
Moreover, he hoped that he could finally wear something that wasn’t plain white or denim. Maybe he could have his haircut in the way he wanted.
Meanwhile, in the orphanage of Goldenrod.
Sam had a plan. He snuck out and got his Trainer License, and a ticket to Ettu. He hated the walls that separated him from the real world. Sure, every now and then, Whitney would come and let them play with her pokemon. Whitney was cool, but she just made him more envious. He wanted his own adventure. He wanted to get away from Goldenrod. So he planned to go north. Maybe he could get a Clefairy too, and maybe someday he could come back and show the kids here. Or maybe not. Tomorrow, he wouldn’t be made fun of for being an orphan. Cath Town would be the first stop on his emancipation train.