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Pok’e’mon Pure Prism | S: Prologue; E: A Grand Beginning?, pt 1

“Pallet town is more likely known for the pokemon trainer Ash Ketchum, who, despite his dreams, never truly became a pokemon master. But another story shall come from this humble town.

It so happens that one day, the world was identified as, “getting more dangerous”. So a law was passed that at the start of the next year, the legal age of obtaining a pokemon license will be moved to thirteen years old, but all people underaged who obtained a license shall be pardoned. Lucky for my brother, not me. His near-to-the-end-of-year birthday allowed Luke to get his pokedex and pokemon before the law was passed. As for me, Caleb Iannone, I had to wait more for my pokemon, despite Luke being only 14 months older than me. And my name is not pronounced: K-leb ian-O-nE, it’s pronounced: ca-leb I-a-nO-nE (it’s arabic and italian).

Anyways, years passed, birthdays were celebrated, and my brother became successful. He made 4th and 2nd already in two league tornaments. And lucky for me, it was my thirteenth birthday.

“Caleb...” I heard a voice say over me. It was my mom.

“Happy birthday, Caleb.”

Upon hearing those words, I instantly jumped out of bed.

“I get my first pokemon today!” I exclaimed exitedly. My mom giggled. Lucky for me, the new trainer sign-up was on my birthday.

I hurried out of bed while my mom left the room. I got dressed in my favorite clothing: a neon green long-sleeved shirt with a grey hoddie-vest and jeans, with hiking shoes. Running downstairs, I saw an over-easy egg sandwich with chocolate milk at my seat.

“Thanks, mom!” I complimented. I squeezed the sandwich at the yolks until they bust out their bright, sticky fluid.

“Whelp, here we are at last. You leave the house,” my mom said, “do you miss me yet?”

“Yes,” I stated, sipping my milk.

My mom then asked me which one I’ll choose.

“Well, I think I’ll go Cyndaquil. He’s cute, powerful, and handy in case we need a campfire,” I replied.

“Hm, good choice,” she said. I knew she cared about it only when it involved Luke. But she likes to build people up.

I finished my breakfast and got ready to go. Me and my mom left the house behind. Mh dad was home to care for my younger sister, Anna, or Devin Dragon, as she likes to call herself. I love pennames.

We left and walked alongside the river. I watched the drifting wood and leaves on the fast currents. I delighted at this. It calmed me. But something seemed weird on one of the logs. I looked closer, and kept quiet (as usual). It was a black mass. Opening my hearing towards it, I heard noises. It was definitely alive. I couldn’t keep quiet then.

“Mom!” I shouted, “There’s a pokemon stuck on that log!”

My mom located the log and instantly noticed the pokemon. “Oh my gosh!” she said, suprised.

I couldn’t leave it there. It was hanging for dear life. I had to.

“I’m going in,” I told my mom.

I unzipped my vest and took it off with my shirt. My shoes came off next, seconds later filled with my socks. Then, wearing only my jeans, I jumped.

The water was freezing. It was February, still winter. But I didn’t slow down. I swam towards the black and red fox-like pokemon and grabbed it off the log. I swam back to shore. The tough current whipped me near my house, but I made it out. My mom came seconds later with my clothes. I took the vest and wrapped it around the pokemon. I ran inside to warm us both up.

Mom brought me some warm tea and some hot-water bags for both me and the pokemon. We went online and identified it as a Zorua, a rare dark type pokemon. They only come put at night, so it’s presence in the morning was a mystery. But we’re both warm and well.

“Leave Cal and the pokemon alone,” I heard my mom say in the other room to Anna, “he still needs to recover.”

We both sat in silence, me and the pokemon. Zorua was snuggled up to my left thigh. It was still shivering.

“So, you’re still cold?” I asked it.

It looked at me.

“Well, don’t feel bad. I’m always cold. I have Reynaud’s.”

It tilted its head. “Zor?” came from its mouth.

“I’m not sure if you understand this,” I told it, “but Reynaud’s is a birth disease that cuts off certain minor capillaries in your body, preventing heat flow to those areas.”

“Zor!” it shouted. It snuggled to me harder, trying to get me warmer.

“Calm down, it’s not dangerous,” I told it, or her, as I figured out. “Besides, don’t waste your heat on me, you’re way colder.”

“Zor zor,” she replied. Looking down on her, she fell asleep.

“Heh, goodnight,” I told her. I stroaked her with my hand, hot from the fire. I then napped myself.

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Pok’e’mon Pure Prism | S: Prologue; E: A Grand Beginning?, pt 2

“Well, I feel fine now,” I told my mom, who was still sensitive about earlier. “I better be going anyways.”

I started to walk away, but I felt a pang of hunger from my stomach.

“On second thought,” I said, “I’m hungry.”

“Zor!” the Zorua seemingly replied.

“Well, I’ll make some hotdogs for you and your friend,” my dad stated.

I sat down at the table with the Zorua. My sister Anna joined me.

“Hey, Dev,” I said to her.

“Hi Cal. Man, was the water cold?” she asked.

“Cold as heck.”

“Jeesh!” she exclaimed, “Colder than at the swim club?”

“Yes, but the pool at the swim club isn’t cold,” I told her. Sometimes I don’t take jokes seriously on purpose. Her statement reminded me of Luke. “And, by the way, I don’t think Zorua likes you.”

“What?” Anna asked. She has a hard time locking onto a subject.

I repeated my sentence, but too late. Anna failed to locate the second Anna making faces that Zorua generated via illusions. It is the ‘illusion fox’ pokemon, after all.

I ate my hotdogs, but a quick glance at my watch halfway through made me stop.

“Crap, I’m late!” I shouted.

I finished eating as quick as I could handle, then got dressed and left with the Zorua. I ran cursing under my breath.

We made it to the pokemon center just at the right time. Or too late but still on schedule, to be precise.

I kneeled next to the Zorua. “Sorry,” I told her, “but you have to go.”

“Zor?” she asked.

“I can’t have you legally until I enter this building. It’s best you hide off until I come out.”

“Zor…” she replied with a melancholic tone.

I started to walk away, but stopped and looked back at her. “I really am sorry,” I told her before proceeding onwards.

I entered the lab and saw Professor Oak putting away his stuff as I entered. He saw me walk in, half-suprised.

“I’d expect someone as late as you to run up to me, nagging and panting,” he remarked, very observant of the situation.

“Sorry, sir, but I’m a calm man,” I replied.

“Hardly a man if you can’t fix your own tardiness, Caleb,” Oak stated. I saw him as right.

“Really sorry about that, sir, but it’s a long story,” I told him. “So, about my pokemon?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I’m here for my license and starter,” I told him.

“Oh, that. Here,” he said. He pressed a console on the wall, and a cylinder-shaped shelf grew from the floor. Many pokeballs were on display.

“I already spent a lot of my day, so let’s make this quick,” I exclaimed. “Cyndaquil, I choose you.”

I chose the pokeball with the flame on it from the second shelf. It opened.

Nothing.

“Well then, second’s a charm. I choose you, Mudkip.”

I chose the pokeball with the teardrop on it from the third shelf. It opened.

Nothing.

“I bet they’re all empty,” I told the professor.

“Good observation, Caleb,” Oak remarked sarcastically.

“So, no starter,” I said, “but can I have my pokedex and seven pokeballs?” Seven because you normally get six, but I don’t have a starter. I was planning to catch Zorua.

Oak stared at me, so hard I was suprised my spine didn’t crackle and give off smoke from the tension. “I will give you ONLY the pokedex. I won’t give you your pokeballs until I see some more respect for me because of your tardiness. Now go, and if you’re eager, ask your brother for a pokemon.”

I left with pokedex in hand. This further built up my minor depression.

“What good is a pokemon license without a pokemon to use?” I exclaimed, raging. I was so stressed I forgot all about Zorua.

I walked on a street lining the forest and Pallet town. My head was hanging, and I didn’t notice Zorua following me.

Or the other pokemon.

I lifted my head and sensed a presence. Looking behind me, I stared at a mysterious pokemon in shock.

It appeared to be a floating, clear crystal, with no limbs and two small, orange eyes on either side of its body. It just stood there, menacingly scanning me.

I pulled out my pokedex and scanned it my self. Dexter stated the following:

“This pokemon is unide-“ *screen glitches* “Crystia. A mysterious and mythical pokemon. Only one can exist in the world at any given time. Its only purpose is to impale and mutate a human or its trainer into a Crystuman. But after doing so, it dies.”

After hearing this, the crystia rotated the sharp end of its body towards me and charged.

I was too struck with fear.

It flew towards me.

Closer and faster.

Until it impaled me.

The pain was overwhelming. I felt every part of it in my chest like when you wrap a blanket aroud your arm. Then…

The pain stopped.

I laid there. The crystal stuck and fused with my chest. It slowly retracted itself into me like cat claws. Then, I laid there.

Zorua ran next to me.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?! That must’ve hurt!” she said.

“Get… help…” I told her. I was still awestruck by the moment to worry about suddenly understanding pokespeak.

And, lucky for me, my family reached the lab at this time, intercepted by Zorua.

I passed out.

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