Congratulations! You made it past my cheesy description! So, welcome to my first Pokemon Story: The Final Journey! This is mainly Adventure and Romance, and, like I said in the description, contains Pokeshipping, Contestshipping, and Ikarishipping. It will not have ANY Advanceshipping or Pearlshipping because they make me gag. (Sorry to all you fans out there who support those shippings.) So, before I bore you to death, here starts the story!
But first, a little preview of what's gonna happen….
"Now if you'll excuse me, worthless humans, I have a world to destroy." The evil Pokemon boomed.
"Daydreaming about me again, I see." He flipped his perfect green fringe.
"Why you self-centered…jerk!" Well so what if I was thinking about him!
"Paul, what's wrong?" Her angelic face filled with worry.
"Nothing!" I snapped. Her deep blue eyes welled up with tears.
"Wait…..I…..I'm sorry!" But she ran.
"N….no! MISTY!" I fell to my knees in despair. "You CAN'T! Please…don't…."
There was a massive garden on the outskirts of Canalave City. Not a cheerful and lively garden, however. Dreary. Dark. Dead. The air gets colder as you enter. This garden used to be sunny, with budding flowers and flowing water. But as time passed, the flowers died, the water froze, and even the sunlight failed to illuminate the darkness. In the middle of the garden, there were ruins. Huge chunks of marble were carelessly piled on top of one another. These ruins once stood as proud and tall buildings, but like the sunlight, they vanished. Deep down, a creature restlessly slept. His dreams were tormented by thoughts of despair, turmoil, and a world without life. Slowly, he began to wake. At last, he opened his eyes. Piercing green penetrated the darkness. The creature looked around slowly and narrowed his eyes.
"What have they done?" he roared with frustration. "What has happened?"
His voice harmlessly echoed through the underground chamber. The creature paced the dungeon and raised his arm. A ball of energy formed and images of the lifeless garden appeared. He waved his hand, and the scene changed. A pink catlike creature was shown, giggling and flying aimlessly in the sky.
"What?" He bellowed, outraged. "How could she have left me?"
With a wave of his mighty paw, the holographic image disintegrated.
"Hmhmhmhmhmmmmmmm…" he laughed evilly. "It is time."
It was a warm, sunny day in Canalave City. I was training for my next gym battle, and Dawn was preparing for her next contest. By their campsite, Brock was making lunch.
"Pikachu, use thunderbolt!" I called.
"Chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" My oldest partner released a bolt of neon energy.
"Piplup, use Whirlpool!" The penguin Pokemon summoned a monstrous torrent of water and thrust it forward. *BOOM!* The explosion forced Pikachu and Piplup to go flying through the air. When the smoke cleared, they were nowhere to be found! Oh no….
"Pikachu! Piplup!" We shouted frantically. Silence.
"We gotta go find them!" I yelled. We quikly abandoned the campsite and entered town. We walked until we reached the outskirts of town.
"They couldn't have gone farther than this," Dawn whined. I rolled my eyes. Why were all girls such…never mind.
"C'mon, guys, they HAVE to be over here," I persisted. I began to run while Dawn and Brock reluctantly followed. I noticed a path coming into view.
"Hey! A garden!" Dawn screamed excitedly . The cheery blunette raced down the path and began to squeal.
"Oh my gosh! It's all so CUTE!" She turned to us with heart-filled eyes. "Guys, come quick!" As the garden came into my view, I could describe it as ANYTHING but "cute". The flowers were wilted, the trees were dead, it was creepily dark, and why was it so COLD? The wind didn't blow, and the air was filled with an eerie silence.
"Well that's weird," I observed. I stepped back a few feet. The air was warm and a gentle breeze blew. I walked forward again. Cold.
"Guys, let's just find our Pokemon and get out of here!" Dawn whispered nervously and clung to Brock's arm.
"Oh, now you want to go? I thought it was just so cute!" I heard Brock mutter under his breath. He rolled his eyes. (Well, I think he did, you can never really be sure…) We kept walking until Brock halted to a stop.
"Ahhhhh! What is it?" Dawn screamed. Brock pointed forward. I followed his gaze, and was surprised at what I saw. Just a few yards away were mounds and mounds of ruins!
"Wow….." I breathed.
"Wait, what's that?" Dawn pointed to a dark shape with a purple head. It seemed to be very into the ancient designs etched into the aged rock, because it made no sudden movement.
"What…what is that?" I whispered.
"I can't see, it's too dark," Brock complained. He squinted, which was pretty much like saying he closed his eyes.
"Well, whatever it is, let's just ignore it. It could be dangerous," I said firmly. But of course, Dawn, being the overly ditzy and friendly one, skipped right up to the thing.
"Hi!" She said, waving. As the dark shape turned its head slowly, I became face-to-face with my arch-enemy.
A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! So, did you like it? Was it cheesy? Stupid? Pointless? Good? Depressing? Don't worry, the end will NOT be sad, because angsty endings make me cry. I know the preview sounded kinda tragic, but it will all make sense. This first chapter is really short, but it's just an introduction so the next chapters will be longer. I've written about half the story already, but I'm changing it as I go, so tell me what you think! Please R&R!