Pokémon: Xerneas and the City Of Life
Wind and rain whipped at the tails of a green raincoat as churning gray water thrashed against the jagged cliffs of slick, wet rock. Rubber boots squeaked unsteadily on a hard, well-used ropes of the ladder flailing madly and slapping the cliffside. The feet inside the boots were cold and numb with fear, toes clenching and unclenching as the one they belonged to tried to relax. Young hands with chilled fingers gripped the slippery ropes like a lifeline as the boy holding the wildly flapping rope ladder put his booted foot onto the next rung and slowly but surely climbed, wind and rain going in every direction and the sea below him crashing against the rocks angrily.
With a shout of victory immediately ripped away by the wind, the boy pulled his waterlogged body onto the top of the cliff, the sea continuing it's thrashing and the wind and rain relentlessly howling and pouring like some kind of living waterfall.
The boy stood on the grass, a shade of emerald green dulled by the darkness of the storm, and started to run. His hand shielded his eyes from the rain as he blinked water away. Adrenaline coursed through his body with every heartbeat and every dull pound of his boots on the grass.
Not very many thoughts were going through his mind at the time, though among them were:
Maybe there's some kinda shelter up ahead.
I'm close. I'm very close.
Gah, no way I'm here already. It's only been a week.
I just fixed these pants, dangit!
I could really go for a sandwich about now.
At least I'm still alive.
There's glow paint on my jeans and it's really clashing with the atmosphere and I'm going to die oh my gosh...
That last one probably wasn't relevant to the situation but nonetheless it bothered him. Common sense, however, stopped him from having a nervous breakdown at that particular moment.
The hill he was climbing was getting steeper and steeper. He grabbed at weeds and jutting rocks to keep his balance. He swallowed some dirt(it tasted like wintergreen for some odd reason), but it was worth it.
Panting heavily, his brown hair plastered to his forehead, he surveyed the area below him.
He thrust his hands into the air in victory.
"I found it!" he shouted to the storm, pounding . "I found it!"
With the arrival of Gen VI undoubtedly there comes guesses as to what happens. Naturally I'm incorporating my own into this fic. It's come to my understanding that it may not be 100% accurate once more information is revealed on Pokémon X and Y, but that's alright with me, considering this isn't canon and will never be canon. The area the fic takes place in is of my own invention and, as background information, based on Ireland. I was guessing that there would be some place loosely based off of Ireland, considering the new region's inspiration drawing from western Europe. Perhaps there will be or perhaps not, but once it's up, this fic ain't changing. (Unless I decide to rewrite it in college but who knows, really.)
Anywho, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter. Reviews are always welcomed, but the first three get browkies!