Greetings, fellow forumers. I would like to inform you that this is my first fan fiction ever written. Feel free to inquire of me or give me any suggestions. Thank you all and enjoy.

Pokémon:
A Philosophy


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Chapter 1
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To the distant south of Hoenn lies a developed continent where the integration of futuristic technology and Mother Nature exists. Due to the rapid development of this continent in the mid twenty-first century, all cities there are at least 1,000 square kilometers. The natives named this continent Onaria, meaning the Land where Illusions turn Reality. It is indeed a place where, if you work hard enough, dreams will turn reality.

Vinzer Hiros gazed out his apartment window, staring at the ever-blue ocean, which surrounded his home city of Ceness. This city is an island about 100 kilometers north of the mainland. From his apartment window, Vinzer could often see trainers down at the beach training their Pokémon. Vinzer was a well-built man, who has a height of six feet and has dark hair. He often enjoys gel on his hair, but putting it on daily frustrates him. He is a university graduate at the Ceness Open Pokémon University, and is looking forward to his 26th birthday, coming up in the next three months, when he can finally see his brother, Craine, who is studying in Clariford, a coastal city on the mainland. He anticipated that this may be another day at Ceness Park. He returned to his room, sat down facing his computer, turning it on.

I better do something before I head out! Vinzer thought to himself. Maybe I’ll play StarCraft today, again...

He inserted his StarCraft CD into the drive, loaded it and clicked on the icon of what looked like a red and grey jet on his computer desktop. His screen immediately changed from his desktop to a loading screen with three faces. To the left is a face of a grim admiral, to the middle is an extremely ugly lady with a green face and slime dripping from her mouth, and to the right is a peculiar alien with no mouth. The loading screen disappeared abruptly, changing to a screen with four animated space pictures.

I should try out Xantios’s new campaign, Sector Run.. Vinzer thought to himself, clicking on the icon of a space battle and with the two words “Single Player” below it. He entered another screen with three animated figures of a no-mouth alien with “Protoss” label below him, to the left of him was a human captain with “Terran” label below him, and finally, to his right, the ugly lady with two huge claws protruding from her back with “Zerg” label below her.

I better finish the Protoss campaign today, I’ll try Xantios’s creation another time...
With that said, he clicked on the no-mouth alien figure. Abruptly, a smaller window popped up revealing the missions he had completed or is about to play. He then directed his mouse of the line which had “8. Countdown”. The next screen was what he liked to look at. It was a picture of a dark world with a planet and a moon obscured in the background and the text at the bottom read: “Countdown, Main Protoss base, the planet Shakuras. He clicked his mouse once, then a new screen appeared: The mission briefing. After reading the briefing, he clicked on the blue crystal to the bottom right of the screen, signaling “start”. The mission commenced and this time, he realized that this will be a rather tough game. The “Countdown” mission lasted Vinzer thirty minutes, and when he finished, he was rewarded with an exciting cut-scene of the Protoss campaign’s ending.

Wow, the Zerg stood no chance against those two crystals! thought Vinzer as he watched the last thirty seconds of the cut-scene. As soon as it was over, Vinzer closed the StarCraft game, took out his CD, and shut-down his computer.

All right, time to get moving Vinzer thought when he rose from his chair and approached his closet. He had a dilemma about which clothes to wear, for he had over 8 pairs of pants and 25 shirts. The day was quite sunny, so there was no need for him to search for his heavy coats or sweaters. He finally decided to put on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt with a Blastoise picture imprinted on both the front and the back.

Ah, another typical stroll at the park Vinzer thought as he closed his room and headed out in the lounge to put his shoes on. Apparently, he currently owns only one pair of shoes, so he didn’t need to face another dilemma. He started heading towards his automatic front door, which is a must-have for every house or apartment in the Onaria region. Once outside, he secured his home by not using any keys, but by merely saying: “Hiros three-two-eight. Lock all systems in this apartment.”

He headed to what looked like an elevator, but it was opened the entire time. Once entered, he stated: “Lobby.” Vinzer’s body simultaneously turned into a white beam of energy, that quickly evaporated. Within a mere second, he could see the guards at the main entrance. The lobby of this apartment building looked like the interior of a hotel with a luxurious appearance from the floor to the ceiling. In the 22nd Century Onaria, however, such appearance wasn’t considered a luxury.

Once he arrived at the park, he could see what he saw almost every day: trainers battling each other, little children playing around the fountain with a Magikarp statue carved on the top, and wild Taillows flying from tree to tree. He advanced into the quieter section of the park when he noticed something peculiar.

“Hey, man, what a Pokémon you got there!” said a guy who seemed to be around 17. Vinzer noted that he was pointing to small Pokémon, but he couldn‘t make it out immediately. He also noted that this guy had an attitude problem.

“Thanks man, but this loser ain’t got what it takes to be in our team!” replied an older guy, who looks to be around 19. He then gave the Pokémon a small kick and it managed to make a tiny sound, but loud enough for Vinzer to hear. Immediately, Vinzer knew it was a Torchic because he had heard the sounds of almost all the Pokémon in Onaria and Hoenn. He gallantly approached the human bullies.

“Hey, lay off! Can’t you see that this Torchic is still in its infant stages?” said Vinzer as he approached.

“Back off! This ain’t non of your business!” shouted the 17-year-old guy.

“This Torchic is mine, back out before I lose my patience!” the 19-year-old shot back.

“I don’t believe your Torchic is liking your poor training methods,” Vinzer stated soberly.

“Look, genius, I train him how I want,” countered the 19-year-old.

“I think your Torchic disagrees. Am I correct, Torchic?” Vinzer directed his look at Torchic. To his owner’s surprise, Torchic nodded in agreement. “So you see, your pathetic ways of training are condemned by your own Pokémon. What say you?”

“If you are so desperate to have this weakling, go ahead and take him! It won’t benefit me, it’ll only make me lose!” replied the owner.

“Very well, then. I shall claim this Torchic as mine. You will regret what you did to it, foolish amateurs!” said Vinzer as he picked up his new Torchic.

“You ain’t seen the last of us, Shakespeare!” shouted the 17-year-old as he and his friend left the scene.

“Glad they have left. Torchic, how are you? My name is Vinzer Hiros, and I am honored to have you as my first Pokémon!” Vinzer said to his newly obtained Torchic. Torchic responded by giving Vinzer a friendly chirp as he levitated on Vinzer’s shoulders.

“Torchic, let’s have a little rest before heading home, shall we?” asked Vinzer. Torchic concurred by giving him another friendly chirp.

“Well, Torchic, it appears you will now have a new and comfortable home; a home which you will enjoy,” informed Vinzer as he gave his new Pokémon a warm hug. A hug which began their everlasting friendship.