Yes, newbie to this site, but some *glances at TPMers* may know me. Not that I've written anything worth remembering. This is my fanfic, I'd like to think it's not crap but I'm probably delusional. Can't think of anything else to say, really... It's more based off the games rather than the anime, except for Pokemon talking to eachother and Meowths walking like humans. There are NO characters from the games or anime in this fic.
Table of Contents/Timetable
2/28-Chapter 1 posted
3/04-Chapter 2 posted
3/18-Chapter 3 posted
5/1-Chapter 4 posted
-----~=Chapter 1=~-----
Sharp eyes looked down on the conference, watching for anything suspicious... The one known as Skee, owner of the eyes, looked over every last politician attending the peace meetings with complete disinterest. He'd looked at them all hundreds of times before. A giant mass of Pokemon ranging from miniscule to gargantuan had been arranged in rows based on size. Dozens of lesser diplomats composed most of the group, but a few were very well-known. Not many people, and certainly not the Pidgeotto on guard duty this time around, could easily identify any of the Kedkedek delegates, but the lead minds here from each of the other nations stood out easily. He looked at the sleek, shimmering Miss Mizuumi, a beautiful almost snakelike Vaporeon whose tail waved back and forth slowly. Also obvious to anyone was General Kataku, whose dull grey armor plates and hard features looked threatening even at a peace conference. The drill on his nose spun slowly, counting the seconds this went on.
'Damn those militaristic Haichuru', Skee thought bitterly. His eyes wandered from there up to the podium, where the last leader stood. A small clump of vines, with absurd-looking Human shoes holding it up, and a pair of mysterious eyes peering out. This was Clom Ivee, the head of these talks. The choice was obvious. Though Tangela lacked strength physically and mentally, they were adept at rhetoric. Rather ironic since the old question of whether or not they even had mouths was still unanswered, but it was the undebated truth. Their Psychic voices were extremely beautiful, the words flowing through the listener's mind like a stream. They were also more convincing than most, as a Pokemon not used to Psychics would be more likely to listen to a voice coming from inside their mind than any influences external.
Skee paused for a moment to listen to the speech. He'd tuned it out earlier as unimportant, so he had no idea what point Clom was going over now. '...and anyone who decides that trampling a peaceful region with their foolish power struggle should not be trusted to make such decisions! It is imperative that...' So, he was still trying to keep them from marching through Trey. The Pidgeotto doubted that was still possible. All this really was, was stalling. Or perhaps not, Skee thought, it wasn't like he knew much about politics. His job was just to protect people.
But not in the military. No, he had no symbolic indication of rank, no real combat training. He was a bodyguard. Protecting Clom Ivee, that was his job. But so far there had been no signs that anything was going to happen. It was hard to tell there was strong tension under the surface, as soldiers of the North and East gathered near their respective borders.
Best not to think about that while people like Clom fought so hard to stop it, Skee thought. Everyone in Trey was doing their best to keep it off their minds...
Glancing around the room again, the bird looked at the architecture. It was somewhat funny, right after the humans were overthrown most Pokemon had been against buildings of any kind. There were plenty of buildings now, but most were based off of some element of nature. This stone structure was built like a clearing in a forest, with the ceiling painstakingly carved with thousands of individual branches and held up with uneven pillars made to look like tree trunks. Hundreds of holes had even been put in the ceiling, giving the appearance of sunlight filtered through the treetops. The rows of seats were formed by roots, and the podium was in the shape of a small elm sapling. The only thing unnatural-looking about the room was the large banners draped from the ceiling, a symbol of Pokemon unity painstakingly embroidered in to each.
The colors of that symbol had always confused him. He'd heard they were chosen because it was a combination the humans had never used, but he couldn't be the only one to see the irony...The four colors that made up the symbol were red, black, blue, and green. The same colors associated with hatred, deceit, sadness and envy, all together on the symbol shown at every international event.
The colors also individually symbolized each of the four nations, and this also held extreme irony. Red was the color of Haichuru, the country that, although it was denied, obviously despised all other nations and seemingly had plans of world domination. Kedkedek, the black nation, was ruled by corrupt tyrants who made promises and alliances and then broke them without remorse. Blue symbolized Mizuke, a former world power that had been banished from the land by the Haichuru years ago. And green was for Trey, the smallest nation, which had never had power and was now caught in the middle of the Haichuru-Kedkedek power struggle.
Skee realized he was getting slightly groggy and backed away from the edge of the balcony, letting his head droop down in to the warm feathers on his shoulders. But then, he suddenly detected a strange smell, and reluctantly glanced around.
At first everything seemed normal, but then he noticed a slightly yellowish tint in the air around him. He looked closer and realized it was very fine powder falling on him. He shook it off himself and glanced upwards confusedly. He thought he saw the very tip of a blue tail disappearing in to one of the holes in the ceiling, but it was probably just his imagination. At first Skee shrugged it off and began to relax again, but then common sense hit him in the head with a random blunt object and he shook all thoughts of rest from his mind, quickly leaping up on to the railing of the balcony. Unfortunately, the leftover momentum made him lose his balance, and he opened his wings, flapping them once to get back on top of his perch. He glared down at the audience, looking for any sign that something was about to happen.
Nothing was wrong. Skee's gaze passed over every single person in the room, looking for any suspicious behavior. But nothing had changed, everyone's eyes were still passively watching the Tangela, listening to his speech. Skee glared for a moment more, determined that something had been planned. Obviously, someone had tried to keep him from interfering, though what was planned he had no idea.
Suddenly, General Kataku turned in his seat, glancing upward at the balconies. With his eagle-like vision, Skee could see sweat dripping down the stony face, and the pupils of his eyes frantically searching for movement.
'DAMN THOSE HAICHURU!' Skee yelled in his mind, whipping his head upwards. There, in the balcony opposite his, he could see a flash of rough, deep red skin... And then, in the blink of an eye, a large lizard-like creature had leapt on to the railing. It leered downwards maliciously at the podium, and its target, Clom Ivee.
Skee opened his wings and bent his legs, preparing to launch himself in to the air. But before he could jump, the Charmeleon curled its lips back in to a grin, and the Pidgeotto could see flames flickering out from between its teeth. He was too late. All he could do was watch as, seemingly in slow motion, the monstrous jaws opened. The huge flames, growing too large for the mouth, began spreading outwards. And then they were suddenly launched out, compressing in to a sphere. The strong fire-element attack shot through the air as Ivee looked up and froze, the diplomat's eyes widening. Then the flames collided with the vines, creating a burning mass of plants and flesh.
Everyone in the entire room clutched their heads in agony, most falling over, as a mental shriek pierced their minds. Even Skee and the Charmeleon, up in the balconies, were momentarily incapacitated as the pacifistic Tangela frantically rolled on the floor.
It was over in seconds. The ball of flames stopped moving and the flames began losing intensity silently. The Pidgeotto recovered quickly with one thought on his mind. Vengeance. Though he hadn't personally known Clom, the peacemaker was a very well-known pacifist and even a hero in Trey. His senses regained clarity and he glared at the assassin, shaking its head and completely oblivious. He jumped back on to the railing, once again losing his balance. But instead of righting himself, he leaned forwards, quickly slipping until he was looking directly at the floor.
The entire room was in chaos as everybody struggled to get out. Although there was no further danger, politicians feared very much for their lives. Even supposedly loving and kind Pokemon were fighting to leave. One humongous Gyarados, the closest thing the Mizuke had to a general, was doing more damage to his companions than he was helping himself. 'Egotistical fools,' Skee thought, pulling his head upwards. The Charmeleon had regained its senses, and it was watching the frenzy below with satisfaction.
Narrowing his eyes at the target, the bird kicked off the railing as hard as he could, launching himself horizontally in to the air. He unfurled his wings and began flapping quickly.
He got halfway across the wide expanse of air between the balconies before the lizard finally noticed him. Its eyes grew much like Clom Ivee's had right before his death, and Skee wondered if the Charmeleon realized the irony of this.
Unfortunately, the fire-type had instincts the Tangela did not. It jumped up, kicking off the railing and running in to a staircase leading inside one of the large tree-like pillars. Skee reluctantly followed, but then realized that the passageway, designed for smaller Pokemon, would under no circumstances fit a pair of wings.
He pulled his head back and then the top half of his body, turning his spread wings in to a parachute of sorts. Once his speed was lowered significantly, he dropped his talons to the floor, attempting to stop in front of the passage's entrance. However, as the doorway got nearer, he clawed harder and harder at the flooring, trying to stop. He skidded in front of the small doorway and turned towards it.
Then his eyes opened in shock and he began flapping his wings frantically while kicking uselessly at the floor in a blind panic. In the corridor was a rear guard for the Charmeleon, and it had been warned of his coming. Somehow crammed in the small stairway was a gigantic draconic serpent, an endless tail forming a complete wall. Its skin was constantly changing colors, but blue was always a base hue. The entire thing was constantly moving, and in one spot a hole was being filled in. A second before the gap closed Skee saw a flash of red disappearing in the direction of the lower floor, and then his entire vision was filled by the creature.
Slowly, a head emerged from the depths of the endless body. Though tiny in comparison to the long coils, it was still menacing. Cold, remorseless blue eyes peered down at its new prey, and what appeared to be a small pair of wings flared in anger. A small, spiraling horn on its forehead was lowered and aimed at the alarmed bird.
Suddenly the horn was enveloped in blue flames. The flames swirled along the grooves in the horn and grew, forming a small tornado of intense icy heat.
In just one second the flames withdrew and shot out, spreading and covering the entire ten-foot radius the Pidgeotto was stuck in. The attack fired steadily for several seconds and then dissipated. The Dragonair's head turned and wove a trail back through its coiled body, and the rest slowly followed. The tail finally gave one last flick in the direction of the bird's remains, then disappeared down the staircase and left the hallway empty. When the police squad came to investigate, the only evidence left behind was a severely charred floor and a few blood-caked feathers to tell the tale.
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Revenn stared down at the task before him, concentrating entirely on it. He knew that his life and possibly others' lives hinged upon his decision here... He felt like the entire world was resting on his shoulders.
'2.What were the Human race's faults that led up to the Pokemon's rebellion of Year 001, Pre-Rebellion Callender?'
He glanced around the plain and simple classroom, hoping for some reason that the answer would be written in bright letters in midair. He caught himself and returned to 'reality'. There wouldn't be any lit-up signs declaring the answer. It was all a test of memory.
Of course, his memory was horrible. He had never understood history class anyway. What was the point of reading about humans? They'd been extinct for generations. Nobody cared.
He mentally slapped himself on the head. He could hear his old history teacher's voice in his mind. She was an old, eccentric Sneasel, with very strong opinions.
"We've got to remember the humans so we don't repeat their mistakes!" she'd screech, waving her claws in the air dramatically. "All of the problems in the north and the east are because they're forgetting what everyone fought so hard for in the Revolution! If nobody learned history, there'd already be a war right now, and armies would be marching RIGHT through this town!" The pupils of her eyes would dilate at this point, and she'd begin muttering for a minute or two before continuing with the lesson. She had been very scary, and also a cat of course. For those reasons Revenn had never liked her, and wasn't all that suprised by his lack of remorse when she died.
Revenn's mind snapped back to the test in front of him. He looked into his vague memories of months ago when they'd actually covered this in class, and tried to picture what the teacher had said.
'No freedoms... Pokeballs... Forced breeding after 2000 H.C....' He counted his responses off on his claws and, considering three points to be satisfactory, he stopped there.
He dipped his claw in to a small dish of ink, the most common way for Pokemon to write. After all, only four dozen or so kinds of Pokemon had opposable thumbs. He then lowered the talon to the paper and scribbled out an answer in messy handwriting. He realized it was hardly eligible, but he left it. Perhaps this way nobody would notice his spelling errors.
He slowly made his way through the rest of the questions and tapped out the last period with satisfaction. He didn't do TOO badly, and unlike last time he wasn't the last one done. After drying off his writing claw, he rolled the test up with his foot and grasped it in his beak. He left his desk and waddled up to the front of the classroom, then submitted his test and returned to his seat.
Quickly getting bored, he glanced around the plain and simple classroom. His gaze passed over the common brown walls, with the roof sloping down to meet the floor instead of clear-cut corners. Made to look like a burrow or hole, the walls were rough and uneven. He glanced at the teacher's desk, as always on the eastern side of the classroom. This was common in schools, supposedly students' minds were growing along with the rising sun. Revenn found that it really just hurt his eyes for the first five minutes of his first class. But now it was midday, and the entire classroom was lit up by a round escape hole in the ceiling. Another custom, also from the days of burrows.
The teacher's desk was a large, flat stone, a larger version of the students' desks. The teacher, an old, graying Alakazam, looked at some pieces of paper while stroking his long mustache.
Revenn turned his head, looking at his classmates. Mostly flying and normal-type Pokemon, though grass, water and lightning Pokemon were scattered here and there. The one Psychic, a Drowzee, sat in the front row looking pleased with his straight M's(the highest possible grade, named after Mew).
The small bird almost jumped when the announcement came that class was over, the cry of a Doduo that echoed through the building. It sounded somewhat dejected to Revenn, a cry of surrender that announced the release of the prisoners. But all it meant to him was freedom.
He excitedly ran down the hallway, somehow darting between dozens of larger Pokemon. After a moment he found his way to the exit, which was really just a big gap in the wall. The small bird burst out of the structure and stood there for a moment, adjusting to the bright sunshine. A brown wing was lifted to shield the eyes momentarily while the muddy red head looked at the surroundings.
Up ahead of him was nothing but plains. A humongous field of grass and small trees. Though he couldn't see them from here, there were dozens of homes hidden in the waving sea of green. This was where almost all of the rodents in the town of Fey lived. Although one town, it was divided in to three different environments. On his right he could see the large lake overshadowed by a rocky cliff, home to the somewhat-large aquatic population. And in the distance, past the field, was the large cluster of trees he called home.
The Spearow crouched down and launched himself off the ground, then opened his wings. Flapping a few times to gain altitude, he began the flight back to his home.
Luckily for him, he had a few minutes all to himself in the sky. He closed his eyes and smiled, feeling the wind flying through his feathers. He loved everything about flying. The speed, the sensation of weightlessness, the sound...
...The isolation. The world was left on the ground and he was alone up here. Nobody could bother him with orders, chores, anything... And that was all he wanted. It wasn't that he hated the world, but it got rather boring. Too wrapped up in stupid little tasks. No, that world of school and work wasn't for him.
He wished he could just glide on the warm breeze forever. It wouldn't happen, but he wished it could. He would have to go back down sometime... He always did.
Speaking of which, he could see his neighborhood up ahead. 'No,' he thought, 'just a few more minutes. Let me stay up here just a minute longer...' He couldn't go back yet. He wouldn't. He refused.
Instead of circling downwards, he flapped even higher and continued past his home. He suddenly thought of his family and began to feel guilty at first, but he repressed those thoughts. 'Just a minute or two,' he told himself. He stared in to the clear blue sky, not concentrating on any specific spot, and slowly began to relax as he glided along.
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Yes, that's the first chapter. If you read it(I hope you did), I'd like for you to reply, but please, give me some criticism. I know I did plenty of things wrong, so tell me what they are. Please.
Table of Contents/Timetable
2/28-Chapter 1 posted
3/04-Chapter 2 posted
3/18-Chapter 3 posted
5/1-Chapter 4 posted
-----~=Chapter 1=~-----
Sharp eyes looked down on the conference, watching for anything suspicious... The one known as Skee, owner of the eyes, looked over every last politician attending the peace meetings with complete disinterest. He'd looked at them all hundreds of times before. A giant mass of Pokemon ranging from miniscule to gargantuan had been arranged in rows based on size. Dozens of lesser diplomats composed most of the group, but a few were very well-known. Not many people, and certainly not the Pidgeotto on guard duty this time around, could easily identify any of the Kedkedek delegates, but the lead minds here from each of the other nations stood out easily. He looked at the sleek, shimmering Miss Mizuumi, a beautiful almost snakelike Vaporeon whose tail waved back and forth slowly. Also obvious to anyone was General Kataku, whose dull grey armor plates and hard features looked threatening even at a peace conference. The drill on his nose spun slowly, counting the seconds this went on.
'Damn those militaristic Haichuru', Skee thought bitterly. His eyes wandered from there up to the podium, where the last leader stood. A small clump of vines, with absurd-looking Human shoes holding it up, and a pair of mysterious eyes peering out. This was Clom Ivee, the head of these talks. The choice was obvious. Though Tangela lacked strength physically and mentally, they were adept at rhetoric. Rather ironic since the old question of whether or not they even had mouths was still unanswered, but it was the undebated truth. Their Psychic voices were extremely beautiful, the words flowing through the listener's mind like a stream. They were also more convincing than most, as a Pokemon not used to Psychics would be more likely to listen to a voice coming from inside their mind than any influences external.
Skee paused for a moment to listen to the speech. He'd tuned it out earlier as unimportant, so he had no idea what point Clom was going over now. '...and anyone who decides that trampling a peaceful region with their foolish power struggle should not be trusted to make such decisions! It is imperative that...' So, he was still trying to keep them from marching through Trey. The Pidgeotto doubted that was still possible. All this really was, was stalling. Or perhaps not, Skee thought, it wasn't like he knew much about politics. His job was just to protect people.
But not in the military. No, he had no symbolic indication of rank, no real combat training. He was a bodyguard. Protecting Clom Ivee, that was his job. But so far there had been no signs that anything was going to happen. It was hard to tell there was strong tension under the surface, as soldiers of the North and East gathered near their respective borders.
Best not to think about that while people like Clom fought so hard to stop it, Skee thought. Everyone in Trey was doing their best to keep it off their minds...
Glancing around the room again, the bird looked at the architecture. It was somewhat funny, right after the humans were overthrown most Pokemon had been against buildings of any kind. There were plenty of buildings now, but most were based off of some element of nature. This stone structure was built like a clearing in a forest, with the ceiling painstakingly carved with thousands of individual branches and held up with uneven pillars made to look like tree trunks. Hundreds of holes had even been put in the ceiling, giving the appearance of sunlight filtered through the treetops. The rows of seats were formed by roots, and the podium was in the shape of a small elm sapling. The only thing unnatural-looking about the room was the large banners draped from the ceiling, a symbol of Pokemon unity painstakingly embroidered in to each.
The colors of that symbol had always confused him. He'd heard they were chosen because it was a combination the humans had never used, but he couldn't be the only one to see the irony...The four colors that made up the symbol were red, black, blue, and green. The same colors associated with hatred, deceit, sadness and envy, all together on the symbol shown at every international event.
The colors also individually symbolized each of the four nations, and this also held extreme irony. Red was the color of Haichuru, the country that, although it was denied, obviously despised all other nations and seemingly had plans of world domination. Kedkedek, the black nation, was ruled by corrupt tyrants who made promises and alliances and then broke them without remorse. Blue symbolized Mizuke, a former world power that had been banished from the land by the Haichuru years ago. And green was for Trey, the smallest nation, which had never had power and was now caught in the middle of the Haichuru-Kedkedek power struggle.
Skee realized he was getting slightly groggy and backed away from the edge of the balcony, letting his head droop down in to the warm feathers on his shoulders. But then, he suddenly detected a strange smell, and reluctantly glanced around.
At first everything seemed normal, but then he noticed a slightly yellowish tint in the air around him. He looked closer and realized it was very fine powder falling on him. He shook it off himself and glanced upwards confusedly. He thought he saw the very tip of a blue tail disappearing in to one of the holes in the ceiling, but it was probably just his imagination. At first Skee shrugged it off and began to relax again, but then common sense hit him in the head with a random blunt object and he shook all thoughts of rest from his mind, quickly leaping up on to the railing of the balcony. Unfortunately, the leftover momentum made him lose his balance, and he opened his wings, flapping them once to get back on top of his perch. He glared down at the audience, looking for any sign that something was about to happen.
Nothing was wrong. Skee's gaze passed over every single person in the room, looking for any suspicious behavior. But nothing had changed, everyone's eyes were still passively watching the Tangela, listening to his speech. Skee glared for a moment more, determined that something had been planned. Obviously, someone had tried to keep him from interfering, though what was planned he had no idea.
Suddenly, General Kataku turned in his seat, glancing upward at the balconies. With his eagle-like vision, Skee could see sweat dripping down the stony face, and the pupils of his eyes frantically searching for movement.
'DAMN THOSE HAICHURU!' Skee yelled in his mind, whipping his head upwards. There, in the balcony opposite his, he could see a flash of rough, deep red skin... And then, in the blink of an eye, a large lizard-like creature had leapt on to the railing. It leered downwards maliciously at the podium, and its target, Clom Ivee.
Skee opened his wings and bent his legs, preparing to launch himself in to the air. But before he could jump, the Charmeleon curled its lips back in to a grin, and the Pidgeotto could see flames flickering out from between its teeth. He was too late. All he could do was watch as, seemingly in slow motion, the monstrous jaws opened. The huge flames, growing too large for the mouth, began spreading outwards. And then they were suddenly launched out, compressing in to a sphere. The strong fire-element attack shot through the air as Ivee looked up and froze, the diplomat's eyes widening. Then the flames collided with the vines, creating a burning mass of plants and flesh.
Everyone in the entire room clutched their heads in agony, most falling over, as a mental shriek pierced their minds. Even Skee and the Charmeleon, up in the balconies, were momentarily incapacitated as the pacifistic Tangela frantically rolled on the floor.
It was over in seconds. The ball of flames stopped moving and the flames began losing intensity silently. The Pidgeotto recovered quickly with one thought on his mind. Vengeance. Though he hadn't personally known Clom, the peacemaker was a very well-known pacifist and even a hero in Trey. His senses regained clarity and he glared at the assassin, shaking its head and completely oblivious. He jumped back on to the railing, once again losing his balance. But instead of righting himself, he leaned forwards, quickly slipping until he was looking directly at the floor.
The entire room was in chaos as everybody struggled to get out. Although there was no further danger, politicians feared very much for their lives. Even supposedly loving and kind Pokemon were fighting to leave. One humongous Gyarados, the closest thing the Mizuke had to a general, was doing more damage to his companions than he was helping himself. 'Egotistical fools,' Skee thought, pulling his head upwards. The Charmeleon had regained its senses, and it was watching the frenzy below with satisfaction.
Narrowing his eyes at the target, the bird kicked off the railing as hard as he could, launching himself horizontally in to the air. He unfurled his wings and began flapping quickly.
He got halfway across the wide expanse of air between the balconies before the lizard finally noticed him. Its eyes grew much like Clom Ivee's had right before his death, and Skee wondered if the Charmeleon realized the irony of this.
Unfortunately, the fire-type had instincts the Tangela did not. It jumped up, kicking off the railing and running in to a staircase leading inside one of the large tree-like pillars. Skee reluctantly followed, but then realized that the passageway, designed for smaller Pokemon, would under no circumstances fit a pair of wings.
He pulled his head back and then the top half of his body, turning his spread wings in to a parachute of sorts. Once his speed was lowered significantly, he dropped his talons to the floor, attempting to stop in front of the passage's entrance. However, as the doorway got nearer, he clawed harder and harder at the flooring, trying to stop. He skidded in front of the small doorway and turned towards it.
Then his eyes opened in shock and he began flapping his wings frantically while kicking uselessly at the floor in a blind panic. In the corridor was a rear guard for the Charmeleon, and it had been warned of his coming. Somehow crammed in the small stairway was a gigantic draconic serpent, an endless tail forming a complete wall. Its skin was constantly changing colors, but blue was always a base hue. The entire thing was constantly moving, and in one spot a hole was being filled in. A second before the gap closed Skee saw a flash of red disappearing in the direction of the lower floor, and then his entire vision was filled by the creature.
Slowly, a head emerged from the depths of the endless body. Though tiny in comparison to the long coils, it was still menacing. Cold, remorseless blue eyes peered down at its new prey, and what appeared to be a small pair of wings flared in anger. A small, spiraling horn on its forehead was lowered and aimed at the alarmed bird.
Suddenly the horn was enveloped in blue flames. The flames swirled along the grooves in the horn and grew, forming a small tornado of intense icy heat.
In just one second the flames withdrew and shot out, spreading and covering the entire ten-foot radius the Pidgeotto was stuck in. The attack fired steadily for several seconds and then dissipated. The Dragonair's head turned and wove a trail back through its coiled body, and the rest slowly followed. The tail finally gave one last flick in the direction of the bird's remains, then disappeared down the staircase and left the hallway empty. When the police squad came to investigate, the only evidence left behind was a severely charred floor and a few blood-caked feathers to tell the tale.
-------
Revenn stared down at the task before him, concentrating entirely on it. He knew that his life and possibly others' lives hinged upon his decision here... He felt like the entire world was resting on his shoulders.
'2.What were the Human race's faults that led up to the Pokemon's rebellion of Year 001, Pre-Rebellion Callender?'
He glanced around the plain and simple classroom, hoping for some reason that the answer would be written in bright letters in midair. He caught himself and returned to 'reality'. There wouldn't be any lit-up signs declaring the answer. It was all a test of memory.
Of course, his memory was horrible. He had never understood history class anyway. What was the point of reading about humans? They'd been extinct for generations. Nobody cared.
He mentally slapped himself on the head. He could hear his old history teacher's voice in his mind. She was an old, eccentric Sneasel, with very strong opinions.
"We've got to remember the humans so we don't repeat their mistakes!" she'd screech, waving her claws in the air dramatically. "All of the problems in the north and the east are because they're forgetting what everyone fought so hard for in the Revolution! If nobody learned history, there'd already be a war right now, and armies would be marching RIGHT through this town!" The pupils of her eyes would dilate at this point, and she'd begin muttering for a minute or two before continuing with the lesson. She had been very scary, and also a cat of course. For those reasons Revenn had never liked her, and wasn't all that suprised by his lack of remorse when she died.
Revenn's mind snapped back to the test in front of him. He looked into his vague memories of months ago when they'd actually covered this in class, and tried to picture what the teacher had said.
'No freedoms... Pokeballs... Forced breeding after 2000 H.C....' He counted his responses off on his claws and, considering three points to be satisfactory, he stopped there.
He dipped his claw in to a small dish of ink, the most common way for Pokemon to write. After all, only four dozen or so kinds of Pokemon had opposable thumbs. He then lowered the talon to the paper and scribbled out an answer in messy handwriting. He realized it was hardly eligible, but he left it. Perhaps this way nobody would notice his spelling errors.
He slowly made his way through the rest of the questions and tapped out the last period with satisfaction. He didn't do TOO badly, and unlike last time he wasn't the last one done. After drying off his writing claw, he rolled the test up with his foot and grasped it in his beak. He left his desk and waddled up to the front of the classroom, then submitted his test and returned to his seat.
Quickly getting bored, he glanced around the plain and simple classroom. His gaze passed over the common brown walls, with the roof sloping down to meet the floor instead of clear-cut corners. Made to look like a burrow or hole, the walls were rough and uneven. He glanced at the teacher's desk, as always on the eastern side of the classroom. This was common in schools, supposedly students' minds were growing along with the rising sun. Revenn found that it really just hurt his eyes for the first five minutes of his first class. But now it was midday, and the entire classroom was lit up by a round escape hole in the ceiling. Another custom, also from the days of burrows.
The teacher's desk was a large, flat stone, a larger version of the students' desks. The teacher, an old, graying Alakazam, looked at some pieces of paper while stroking his long mustache.
Revenn turned his head, looking at his classmates. Mostly flying and normal-type Pokemon, though grass, water and lightning Pokemon were scattered here and there. The one Psychic, a Drowzee, sat in the front row looking pleased with his straight M's(the highest possible grade, named after Mew).
The small bird almost jumped when the announcement came that class was over, the cry of a Doduo that echoed through the building. It sounded somewhat dejected to Revenn, a cry of surrender that announced the release of the prisoners. But all it meant to him was freedom.
He excitedly ran down the hallway, somehow darting between dozens of larger Pokemon. After a moment he found his way to the exit, which was really just a big gap in the wall. The small bird burst out of the structure and stood there for a moment, adjusting to the bright sunshine. A brown wing was lifted to shield the eyes momentarily while the muddy red head looked at the surroundings.
Up ahead of him was nothing but plains. A humongous field of grass and small trees. Though he couldn't see them from here, there were dozens of homes hidden in the waving sea of green. This was where almost all of the rodents in the town of Fey lived. Although one town, it was divided in to three different environments. On his right he could see the large lake overshadowed by a rocky cliff, home to the somewhat-large aquatic population. And in the distance, past the field, was the large cluster of trees he called home.
The Spearow crouched down and launched himself off the ground, then opened his wings. Flapping a few times to gain altitude, he began the flight back to his home.
Luckily for him, he had a few minutes all to himself in the sky. He closed his eyes and smiled, feeling the wind flying through his feathers. He loved everything about flying. The speed, the sensation of weightlessness, the sound...
...The isolation. The world was left on the ground and he was alone up here. Nobody could bother him with orders, chores, anything... And that was all he wanted. It wasn't that he hated the world, but it got rather boring. Too wrapped up in stupid little tasks. No, that world of school and work wasn't for him.
He wished he could just glide on the warm breeze forever. It wouldn't happen, but he wished it could. He would have to go back down sometime... He always did.
Speaking of which, he could see his neighborhood up ahead. 'No,' he thought, 'just a few more minutes. Let me stay up here just a minute longer...' He couldn't go back yet. He wouldn't. He refused.
Instead of circling downwards, he flapped even higher and continued past his home. He suddenly thought of his family and began to feel guilty at first, but he repressed those thoughts. 'Just a minute or two,' he told himself. He stared in to the clear blue sky, not concentrating on any specific spot, and slowly began to relax as he glided along.
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Yes, that's the first chapter. If you read it(I hope you did), I'd like for you to reply, but please, give me some criticism. I know I did plenty of things wrong, so tell me what they are. Please.
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