Hey, all! I would like you to read this fic of mine if it is okay! Please, please, please? All of that aside, here is my fic.



Rise of Avalon
By:
CrystalPinkTorchic



Chapter One- Things Not Known



The boy looked up into the sky. It was a crisp and clear day, with the bright golden sun bathing the green grass below in rays of nourishing light. A slight breeze flitted through the air, crisp and clear with only a tiny hint of cold about it. This boy looked up at the perfect day and hated it. He disliked the simple perfection that nature had seen fit to bestow this day with. It was a simple perfection missing from his own life. Others would look at this day and store it away forever in their memories. They would mayhaps play with whatever Pokemon they owned, bond with their families, mayhaps cement a new romance for themselves. Whatever the case was, some people in this world would do things today they would forever commit to their memories. It would be just one of many treasured keepsakes they would come back to visit over the years, delighting in the simple joy that they had experienced today. They would have a memory of this day forever and ever.

That very thought caused tears to flow down his eyes. The facade of eternal happiness that his sparkling brown eyes and childish face presented was broken in an instance as the salty tears flowed down his face. It was so sad, so frustrating, so... unfair that those people would have a veritable bank of memories to draw on over the years and think about in the future. Meanwhile, he would have very few if any memories to laugh at. He would not be able to renember things that had happened before the age of 19. His first romance, the elation he felt when he caught his first Pokemon, all of that was forgotten of him, seemingly forever. For you see, this young boy was an amnesiac. Any memories he had prior to three months ago had been wiped away from his memory. They had forever been cast away, lost to him for the moment. The only thing he was left with was a Pokeball containing a Eevee.

The Eevee was a kawaii-looking Pokemon, in all honesty. It walked on four legs, with skin that looked to be a very light tan. Extremely pointy ears poked out of its head, making it look even more cute. Its eyes were a deep black, an engaging and happy one that mirrored his own. A short and handsome white mane hung around the creature's neck. Its cry was a melodious and high-pitched one. The Eevee was the boy's only companion, and his favourite one at that. Often, he would find himself gazing at the creature, thinking to himself about how maybe this Eevee could hold the key to his past. It certainly did seem to hide some mystery behind its cute little black eyes. At the thought of unlocking the key to his past, the young man thought of a few things. He thought of the earliest memory he could ever conjure up from the depths of his mind. In his mind, mental pictures of that scene appeared as he renembered just exactly what had happened on that day. The boy almost felt like he was perfectly reliving that scene, so vivid was his memory of that scene.

He had awoken in a bed, snug under a comforter and lying on an extremely comfortable mattress. The boy renembered feeling a very painful headache that had nearly drove him to tears with the stinging pain. His very head throbbed with pain even as he tried to sit up on the bed. The boy had then proceeded to glance about the room, taking in the simple and natural beauty. The bedframe was an oaken wood, with a green-pink sheet covering his body. At the side of the bed sat a table stand, upon which an alarm clock shaped liked the orb-shaped Voltorb lay. A dresser lay at the far end of the room, presumably storing a variety of clothing. There was a desk on the right side of the room, somewhat close to the bed. Lastly, a bookshelf stored with volumes upon volumes of books lay next to that bad. On the opposite side of the bed was a window, letting golden sunlight shine in.

It was a very awkward-looking room, thought the boy, even as he felt a slight pain in his skull. He had glanced to the right of him, also only now noticing a second orb-shaped object on the table. It was divided into two halves, bisected around its middle area. The upper half was coloured a dark red that could be construed as pink, while the white colour on the bottom was a dull shade. In the center, at the front, there was a small glass section on the line. Curious as to what exactly lay within the sphere or what its purpose was, he extended his long-fingered and thin hand, gently rapping the top. There was a sudden flash of light that erupted from the glass section, a beam of red energy that soon formed into the outline of his Eevee, a bright representation of the actual creature. In the blink of an eye, the red shape soon became a living and breathing Eevee. The item he had found on the table was none other than a Pokeball, an item used to store Pokemon caught by trainers. However, he had experienced a very powerful blow to the head that had required several bandages to be wrapped around his head. It had also caused an extreme case of amnesia, making him even forget about what exactly a Pokemon was and what role they played in this world. As such, he was surprised and shocked to see a strange creature erupt from this mysterious sphere.

The thin and brown-haired boy watched as the Eevee took form from the Pokeball, appearing on the side table. Confused, the Normal-type Pokemon took a few minutes to look about, taking in its surroundings. A look of surprise and confusion appeared on the Pokemon's face for a few minutes. That came to a stop, however, when it laid eyes on the young and confused boy in the bed. It let out a squeak of delight, gracefully leaping from the bedstand in quick motion onto his legs. Letting out cries of happiness, the creature joyously cried out as it tried to nuzzle the boy's legs. Locked in that Pokeball for several hours, the creature was finally happy to be let out by its master. It was ecstatic, for lack of a better word, and was showing its love and affection. But the young and effeminate-looking boy was shocked at the scene. He had forgotten what a Pokemon was, so seeing this strange creature expressing happiness and joy was more than a bit shocking. It drove him to scream for help at the top of his lungs.

He continously screamed, calling for help. The Eevee was frightened by the screaming of its master, and leapt off the bed. Shocked and terrified, it ran to the other side of the room, cowering in the corner. The screaming continued for a few minutes until the room's door, made of hard pine wood, opened and an old woman walked in. She looked tall, yet she was bent over double with old age. Her skin was wrinkled with old age, and her hair was a streak of white that came as one advanced in years. A pine walking stick was in her hands, and she wore a shawl about her head. A pair of loose tan shorts and a striped shirt hung over her thin frame, looking awkward. Her eyes were a dignified grey. Closing the door behind her in a slow motion, she surveyed the room with an air of imperiousness about her. Her eyes settled on the cowering Eevee and the boy, who by now had stopped screaming and was now gazing at the Eevee with a look of mixed curiosity and fear on his face. With an annoyed and angered expression on her face, she turned toward the boy.

In a voice that was laced with the same emotions her face showed, she spoke. " What is going on here, boy? Why are you screaming your head off?! "

The boy spoke, in a gentle voice with a high pitch of fear to it. Pointing to the Eevee in the counter as he spoke, he uttered his words. " T-that thing... came out of that ball... and started nuzzling my legs! "

The old woman groaned, gazing at the bandages that covered the boy's head wound... Could he really have suffered that much damage to his brain?, she thought. Enough so that he did not renember what Pokemon where? After all, the doctor in town who had treated his injuries had noted that the wound was quite deep. Even though it had been at the town's Pokemon hospital, they had still managed to treat the wound somehow. Nonetheless, they had noted that the blow to the head would have quite an effect on his memory. Even though they were Pokemon doctors and not those skilled in the medical arts of treating humans, it was still something that was plain to see for most of them. As such, they had warned the old woman and man who had agreed to take care of him while he recuperated that he would suffer a large memory loss for quite a while. They would have to be supportive of him as he tried to work out the enigma that was now his life prior to this very day. They would have to help him as he recovered in this little, out-of-the-way town near a forest.

The warnings of the doctors had let the elderly couple know that they would have to deal with a young boy who would be going through a shocking and horrible experience. It would be like he was starting his life over again, with all of the joy and happiness from his years of existence gone for a time and seemingly never to return. It would be a quite shocking experience, and they would need to be able to help him deal with it when he came to. He had lain in a coma for a few short days, only awakening now. The old woman had heard the unfamiliar call as her husband lay asleep. Figuring it correctly to be the voice of the awakening boy, she had come towards that room having expected this cry of shock and horror. She would have expected him to be wondering about just where exactly he was and what was going on here, but she was instead surprised to see him cowering before a little Eevee she knew that he had carried. Her mind was sharp, and she had quickly arrived at the conclusion that maybe he had even forgotten what Pokemon were.

Her sharp tone owed to the fact that the cry had upset her as she was watching her favourite game show on the TV. It had caught her by surprise and left her mildly annoyed. In that firm tone, she spoke. " What thing?! Don't you know that that is a Pokemon? "

A look of surprise crossed his face at the mention of the name.
" Pokemon? What is a Pokemon? For that matter, who are you and where am I?! " He had only thought of those things now, scared out of his wits and all by the benign Eevee.

An expression of sadness and sympathy now appeared on the face of the old woman. She groaned. It was just as she had suspected. The extremely painful blow had caused a severe case of amnesia, enough so that he had even forgotten what Pokemon were. He had forgotten entirely about the species of creatures. There were a wide variety of them. Some of them could take to the sky and fly with the greatest of practiced ease, while others took to the water and utilized it as their native habitat. Still others lived on land, but all could utilize a wide variety of elemental powers. Some could exhale bursts of flame, while others could use water as a weapon. Still more were skilled in hand to hand combat. Others used a variety of strange techniques in combat, but it was all clear that they were very gifted.

These creatures coexisted peacefully in their simple ways of life. Whilst the humans were building and building, increasing the culture and technology of their civilization and bettering it, the Pokemon lived peacefully in nature. Their lives were soon disrupted, however, by the humans. They had noticed the Pokemon and their special powers, observing them secretly in the depths of nature. Finally, they had decided to use Pokemon in a very twisted game. They would capture Pokemon for themselves using certain tools and pit them in combat against other captured Pokemon. The battles would be for their own personal fun and status in life. Trainers would travel across the land, capturing more Pokemon and pitting them in combat against the trainers of the Pokemon Gyms that lay in their area. Should they win, they would recieve a badge as proof of their victory. In each region, they would have to win 8 badges from the respective Gyms of their area. Once they had 8 badges, they could participate in the Pokemon League competition taking place in their region. Here, the best of the best would battle it out to determine who was League Champion for the year. There were four regions in which these competitions took place. Namely the forested lands of Johto, the advanced region of Kanto, the paradisical Orange Islands, and the varied region of Houen.

To not know what Pokemon were, in a world where children were raised to know the meaning, was something surprising. It was also depressing. No one wanted to be deprived of that indescribable joy one felt when being around these mysterious creatures. And this boy was now deprived of it, to actually think that he did not know what Pokemon were! A feeling of pity rose up in the old woman's soul. With a much more gentle tone, she asked the amnesiac boy a question, to test how deep his memory loss went. " Do you know where you are? Do you know a thing about this world? "

The boy, a look of honest confusion on his face, spoke. " I... can not renember a thing. "

More pity arose in the old woman's soul. Here was a boy who knew nothing of his world, the very thing that he existed in. It was shocking and yet sad at the same time, enough to make her almost cry. Yet she held back her emotions, sighing. " Look, I know you need some help. I really feel sorry for you... I'll go get my husband. He can explain everything you need to know about the Pokemon world. In the mean time, apologize to that poor Pokemon. You scared the little creature out of his wits. " She exited the room, calling for her husband to wake up. The boy was left to stare at the Eevee, still cowering in the counter. As confused and injured as he was, he still realized how horrible he had been towards the little creature. In retrospect, it was only trying to show its supposed love for him, even though he did not know where it came from. He turned towards the cowering creature and spoke.

" Um... I am sorry. Please forgive me. I really did not mean to hurt you. "

There was a silence in the room. Then, the Eevee let out a squeal of joy, bounding towards its amnesiac owner with a smile.

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The boy smiled at that last part, drying his tears. He had commited to memory what had happened that day, and he even knew what had happened after. Under the old man's guidance, he had relearnt basic knowledge about this world. In addition to that, he had also learnt some other interesting information about Pokemon. That man, Masato Samejima, had once been a good trainer before old age overtook him. He knew a lot about the creatures that were Pokemon, and did not hesitate to share what he knew with the boy. Speaking of that one, the boy had also given himself a new name to replace the one he had lost so many months ago after the accident. That name was Feyan, after the name of a character in one of the novels within the bookshelves of the Samejimas. They were extremely well-read, and Feyan had likewise developed a liking for the books. One of his favourites was a legend titled Avalon.

Based on an old fairy tale, the book talked of a world where the mundane humans and the extraordinary legendary beings known as Pokemon met. It was clearly based off of an ancient tale. Upon this world, there lay a paradise in the sky where these two races lived in a perfect utopian life. On the ground, the world was in turmoil as the humans enslaved the Pokemon for their own whims. They were left to a tormentous life because they were the impure, those who practiced things of sin and evil. The humans and Pokemon in the sky, however, had proven themselves worthy of this land called Avalon. It had only been erected by the power of an item called the Fairy Monolith. However, its key seemed to lie only in the souls of two who would unite themselves and reveal the key. These two were reborn every generation to keep unlocking the key and creating paradise, or so the legend said. But they would only find the key in their love. The complex and long tale was his favourite, for a strange reason.

He sighed, arising to his feet. The sun had set in the sky, so long was his renemberance. The injury had healed, but his memory still had a gaping hole in it. With a groan, he turned and headed back towards town.

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It was the dead of night, and all were asleep. No one was concious to see a meteor fall in the sky, away from the village that lay in the heart of Kanto, away from Vermillion City. Continuing its descent, it landed all the way in Johto, within the confines of Mt. Silver...


END Chapter One

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