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PROLOGUE
“I was once the greatest trainer in the world,” a man said. He was talking to his children, a boy and a girl, apparently about being a Pokémon trainer. He continued: “No one could stop me. I was invincible. Until, of course, on that fateful day when a trainer, named Kamon, defeated me. That was many years ago, however. I had grown much stronger. I was seventeen years old, blonde like I am now, and just (barely) under six feet tall. My journey wasn’t over then, like I, along with Kamon, believed they were. For, on April 12th, two days after my birthday, a trainer came to Kamon and me and presented us with a new challenge. And one of us would rise up to it. It was our greatest challenge ever, and this is the story:
CHAPTER 1
INTRODUCTION
There was a knock on the door. Kamon answered it; it was his house. He invited my girlfriend, Eileen, and me over for some drinks and to catch-up. Kamon’s girlfriend, Jasmine (the Olivine City Gym Leader), was there too.
Anyway, Kamon answered the door. The person, whoever it was, and Kamon talked for a few minutes, and then called me over.
‘Hey, Drew,’ Kamon said, ‘listen to this guy. Tell me what you think.’
The guy said, ‘Well, Mr. Anderson, seeing how you and Mr.…uh, Kamon here and the most powerful trainers in the world, I thought that you two might be up for a little challenge.’
‘What kind of challenge?’ I asked.
‘Well, there is a new league that has formed, 6 gyms, and one elite person, just to the north of here. Over the mountains. It’s in a land called Gehta.’
‘Yeah, well,’ I started, ‘I don’t think I’m really into the whole battle scene anymore. Retired, you see.’
‘Well, I guess if don’t have it anymore, that’s fine with me…’ the trainer said, and turned around.
‘Hold on!’ I shouted.
‘You here that Drew?’ Kamon asked. ‘He says that we don’t have it anymore.’
‘I’ll show him. Hey, you, get back here!’ I yelled.
‘Oh, are you reconsidering my offer?’
‘No. I’m about to make you reconsider you’re statement. Three-on-three match. Or do you think you don’t have it?’ I challenged.
‘Oh I have it all right. Heh…Fine then. Three-on-three.’
‘Let’s step outside,’ I said.
‘Oh, Drew, honestly, do you have to do this?’ Eileen asked.
‘Of course. You can watch me win, again, if you want,’ I responded.
Kamon, the trainer, and I walked out onto the beach.
‘I’ll choose first,’ I said. ‘Go, Ampharos!’
‘Ha! Too easy! Steelix, come out!’
‘Give me a break. Ampharos, Fire Punch!’ I commanded. Ampharos charged at Steelix and struck him with a flaming fist about halfway down his body. It burnt Steelix.
‘Er, yikes. Steelix, Earthquake attack!’ the trainer said.
‘Ampharos, Detect!’ Ampharos protected himself from the Ground-type attack, and then prepared to strike again. ‘All right, finish Steelix off with a Dynamic Punch!’ Ampharos again punched Steelix, this time creating an explosion, sending Steelix through the air and landing in the water. A knockout.
‘This doesn’t look good. Um, Steelix, return.’
‘Come back, Ampharos,’ I said. ‘I want to use all three of my Pokémon. It wouldn’t be fair if just one of you got to fight.’
‘Yeah, right,’ the trainer snapped. ‘We’ll see. I’m gonna use Fearow!’
‘Tyranitar, go. Use Crunch,’ I said. This is boring, I thought. Tyranitar clamped down on top of Fearow, doing extreme damage.
‘Fearow, Drill Peck attack!’ Fearow tried drilling into Tyranitar’s hide, but it didn’t do hardly anything.
‘Finish, Tyranitar. Rock Slide!’ Tyranitar summoned an avalanche to come down on top of Fearow, finishing him.
‘No way. Well, my last Pokémon will beat your Tyranitar. Cloyster, go! Use your Clamp!’
‘Tyranitar, Protect, and then return to your Pokéball. Remember, whoever you are, I was going to use a different Pokémon for each of yours. Now, face Heracross!’ I threw out the last Ultra Ball I could use, and from the shimmering white light emerged the blue beetle. ‘Heracross, Cross Chop attack!’
‘Cloyster, Protect!’ he said. ‘Great now use—’
‘Finish it,’ I interrupted, ‘with a Mega Horn!’ Right when Cloyster opened up his shell, Heracross rammed into him with his antler, one-hit K.O.
‘Uh…return,’ the trainer said. ‘Amazing, simply amazing.’ I recalled my Pokémon.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘Your Pokémon and your skill. You would do wonderful in the Prime League. It’s a shame, though, that you won’t be travelling there.’
‘Don’t count on it,’ Kamon said. I agreed, although I didn’t think the same way. I almost wanted to go out again, to conquer another region.
The urge flowed through my veins. I had to do it. If I didn’t…well, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be happy, or I would feel empty inside, like a part of me was missing.
Kamon said that he almost felt that way when he was training by himself five years ago.
Kamon was a year older than I was, and still had his long hair, although his outfit had slightly changed. Instead of the black vest over a white shirt and long jeans, he wore a red shirt with the black vest over it. He also wore blue jeans, and black shoes. Nothing else really had changed about him.
I, on the other hand, changed from my training clothes to a more regular apparel. I wore a blue
tee shirt, with black jeans, but still tucked into my black boots. I probably needed to get a new pair of
boots; these were getting worn out.
‘Hey, Kamon, do you mind if Eileen and I leave now? It’s getting dark, anyway,’ I asked.
‘I don’t see why not. But hey, it was good talking to you, buddy,’ Kamon responded, slapping me on the back.
Eileen got up from the chair, and said good-bye to Jasmine and Kamon. We both hopped into a motor boat, and then headed back to Olivine.
* * *
Back at my house in Pallet Town, I was talking to Eileen. We had gotten into a small argument. She had gotten angry with me about training, and even slightly wanting to go to Gehta.
‘Look, I am going out with you, not only because I like you, but because you also promised that you weren’t going back into the, like, you know…the whole training scheme.’
‘I didn’t say I was going back…I just said I was thinking about seeing exactly what it was like, and, if it appeals to me…’ My voice faded away. I waved my arm at the air.
‘Yeah, well, ya know what!?’ she demanded.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘I always hoped to marry someone who actually had a college education. And then there’s you…who hasn’t even graduated high school!’
‘Actually, Eileen,’ I began, ‘for your information a trainer usually begins around the first days of middle-school or first days of high-school. They get shipments of school papers to do. You pick them up in Pokécenters and mail back your homework. This June I am graduating. And next year, I am going to get a degree in Engineering or Physics.’
‘You just can’t stand being wrong, can you?’ Eileen said.
‘What!? I am not wrong!’
‘See? My point exactly. You contradict everything people say. You always have to be right. Physics…ha! You should be a lawyer.’
‘Eileen, I want you to leave now. I thought we could have had a nice evening, but you had to just destroy things, didn’t you?’ I said, as calmly as I could.
‘I’ll be happy to leave, Drew. I am tired of your Pokémon, and how winning is everything…you put me second. If it weren’t for me, you’d already be in whatever the hell that place is called, trying to beat that league, too. Goodbye Drew, forever.’ She kissed me on the cheek, and then stormed out of my house. I shut the door behind her.
* * *
I decided I didn’t want to make the choice to go to Gehta. Kamon had already decided against it, and Eileen hated me for even thinking about it. Screw her, I thought. She dumped you, so now she doesn’t matter.
I couldn’t figure out whether I should go or not, so I went to Saffron City to let Sabrina, a psychic, tell me my future. She could tell me whether I should go or not. I flew there on my Lugia.
‘Hmm…’ Sabrina said as she held my hand. Her eyes were shut, and it seemed like she was in a trance. ‘I can indeed tell you your fate.’
‘Well, then,’ I said, ‘what is it?’
‘You are very special, Drew. You have a gift. The Prime League is your destiny. But you, Drew…’ Her voice faded away.
‘Yes?’
‘You will face many, many tough challenges. And victory will be very though to come by. You, Drew, are not destined, however, to be the Prime League Champion.’
‘You mean that…that I won’t conquer it?’ I asked.
‘The future is in your hands, Drew. But fate has you as not being the champion.’
‘Fine. Tell me, Sabrina. What about Kamon? What is his destiny? I heard Lance say that he could be ‘the one,’ which I took to mean—’
‘The most powerful trainer in the world. Yes, that is indeed what Lance thinks,’ Sabrina responded.
‘Well, is it true?’ I questioned.
‘Lance is a fool. Kamon’s future is quite foggy. It is still hard to tell. But be warned, Drew. I kept Kamon alive from that train wreck for a reason. I told him that he wasn’t the only one that lived. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the truth that I kept only him alive. I saw the anger swell in him when I told him that I saved him. He still has some part to play, in all of our lives. The fate of many could rest on his shoulders. You, on the other hand, will too affect the future. But not in a way as Kamon will. You could very well be more powerful than he, but you will never go down in history as being more famous than Kamon.’
There she ended her speech, and I bid farewell. I went back to Pallet Town to ponder about my future, and to try to take in everything Sabrina just said.
CHAPTER 2
THE JOURNEY STARTS
I thought about what was supposed to lie ahead of me, and finally came to a conclusion: I was going. In late May, I invited Kamon over to discuss with him what I was about to do. He believed that I was crazy.
‘Dude, you’re crazy,’ he said.
‘Why, Kamon?’ I asked. ‘Don’t you want to get back out there…to adventure again?’
‘No.’
‘I thought you, of all people, would be behind me on this.’
‘Not this time, Drew,’ he said. I got a little angry. So far, not one person has been on my side.
‘Look, Kamon,’ I said, ‘I don’t care what you say, I’m still going out there. And I’m gonna win. Just you watch.’
‘Whatever you say. But I have a gym to take care of, remember? I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to.’
‘That’s not what you said when you left here three years ago. I believed that you went into denial, and then decided to try the whole training thing again,’ I responded.
Kamon didn’t say anything for a minute, sighed, and said, ‘Something like that, yes.’
‘Well, then, why don’t you go this time?’ I asked again.
‘Because I don’t want to, all right? And that’s the end of it, okay?’
* * *
But, of course, I knew it wasn’t going to be the end of it. I didn’t want to go into an unknown land by myself. I knew Kanto already, and Johto wasn’t exactly a hard place to navigate through, but this place was different.
I had gotten a digital map and was looking at Gehta. It was over a mountain range, called the Zenith Mountains. Gehta itself was mountainous, but the center, apparently where the Center Stadium was located, was completely flat. A river ran down from a northern mountain, and flowed into a lake. Besides that there weren’t too many other noticeable features.
There were eight cities, six with gyms, one for registration, but also a rather commercial city, and then one more which basically featured the Center Stadium. Much like Indigo Plateau.
The land was foreign to me, and I wasn’t about to go there alone. Not that I was afraid; I’m not really afraid of anything, except maybe heights. I had to get Kamon to go with me. If I was going to venture north, I was going to need a partner to help me.
* * *
I came to Kamon’s house a week later. I had only one mission: to make him come with me.
‘So, what’ya want now?’ he asked me. ‘Have you given up on going to Gehta already?’
I grinned. Not a happy grin, or a grin that you would grin when you laugh. Of course, it wasn’t an evil grin. It was just a grin. ‘No, I haven’t,’ I said. I sipped some water that Kamon had handed me. ‘And you know what?’
‘What?’
‘You’re going with me.’
‘No, I’m not, and I don’t want to hear any more about it. I’m not leaving. And that’s final. I’m through with training,’ he said, rather sternly.
My grin faded. ‘Look, I don’t want to go there alone. I didn’t mind Kanto and Johto, but Gehta is different. It is the size of Johto, but it is going to be a lot tougher this time. Even if you don’t want to battle at all, I would still like it if you journeyed with me,’ I said. Kamon stared at me for a second, and then looked out the window.
I looked out too; there were to blue birds perched on a branch. After a few seconds, they flew away.
Kamon sighed. ‘I dunno, Drew. I’m gonna have to think about it. Anyway, it’s getting late. I’m gonna get some sleep. Goodnight, Drew.’
‘See ya, Kamon,’ I said. After I walked outside, I muttered to myself, ‘Good, Kamon, sleep on it…’ I hoped that night that Kamon would think about it and decide to come with me. This was it, too. If he decided not to, I was going to leave without him the next day. Time was running out for him to decide, and for me to get started.
* * *
Early in the morning of June 5th, my doorbell rang. I was in boxers and had no shirt on. I slipped on a white tee shirt, and checked the clock. It was 5: 45 in the morning.
I went to the front door and opened it. Kamon was standing there.
‘You’re not ready,’ he said to me.
‘What the hell are you talking about?’ I demanded, yawning.
‘Well, if you want to get to Gehta and over the mountain range by September, you’re gonna have to wake up bright and early and leave as soon as possible.’
I immediately took that as a ‘yes’ to whether or not he was going to leave with me. Kamon already had his backpack packed.
‘I’ll go get my, um…’ I started.
‘Backpack,’ Kamon finished for me.
‘Right. Excuse me, for I’m not used to waking up at quarter-to-six every day.’ I ran to my room and picked my backpack, and got dressed into my old outfit: Baggy black pants tucked into boots, and a sleeveless navy blue shirt, I slipped in my contacts and headed out the door. I looked at the time on my Pokégear; it was 6: 07 on June 5th. I would remember this time for the rest of my life.
CHAPTER 3
THE ZENITH MOUNTAINS
About two weeks later, we had reached the Zenith Mountains. We had stopped in several cities in Johto and Kanto, specifically Viridian City. There we picked up any supplies we needed before our long journey ahead of us. We also had lunch, the last lunch in a restaurant for several more months.
Anyway, we had gotten to the pinnacle of the first mountain, and decided to camp out there for the night. It was mid-June, and we were making pretty good time. We figured we deserved a good rest. The next day we started out again, at about seven o’clock in the morning. We had a short breakfast of eggs and toast.
We then journeyed across the summits of other mountains in the Zenith Range, and, after another two-and-a-half days of straight travelling (only stopping to eat, occasionally) we arrived at a small stream.
‘It’s not marked on the map,’ I said, looking at the holo-map emerging from my Pokégear.
‘It must be too small a river to be mapped,’ Kamon said. He unpacked, and declared that we should be spending the night here. It took me no more than three minutes to fall into a long-awaited sleep. Kamon stayed awake, though, until late into the night. According to him, he went to sleep at about two in the morning. He awoke only five hours earlier, an hour after I did.
‘Have a nice sleep?’ I asked. I was eating cold cereal.
‘Peachy,’ he said, picking up his backpack. ‘Now let’s go. Hurry up and get your stuff.’
Man, I thought, I wonder what’s wrong with him. He seemed a little, well, irritated.
We hiked on for a full day, down the mountain this time, following the stream, refilling our water bottles along the way. We continued with this routine for several days. After those days, though, Kamon decided that we should stop.
This struck me as odd, because lately we had been traveling for several days at a time before we stopped. I soon found out why. Kamon fell to sleep almost immediately. Apparently, while I slept every time we stopped, he stayed awake, looking out for anything suspicious. He claimed that who knows what could be up here, and that there might be unknown or dangerous Pokémon up here. Besides that, he added, Sneasel and Murkrow have been reported to be living here, and they have been known to be thieves.
I kept watch that night. I felt like it was my duty; toward Kamon, if anything. I was the one dragging him here. I only got an hour of sleep. We left to go northwest the next day, and climbed up. We traveled another three days straight, stopping once a day to eat. We discovered that our rations were starting to fall short. Kamon ruled that we would only eat once every-other day. Of course I did not like this, but we had no choice; there weren’t any berry trees around here. We continued to trek across the mountains for another week, sleeping only four times.
We kept following the river until early July, because then we discovered that by following it we traveled off course. It would take us weeks to get back on course. After several days of trekking, we arrived at a lake.
‘It would be wisest to go around,’ Kamon said, ‘but to save time we must go across. Send out a Water Pokémon, and we can go through the lake. I used my Feraligatr, and Kamon used his Corsola. We went across the lake, and continued our quest. We were still off course, though. And we were days, if not weeks, behind schedule.
We ran into yet another devastating setback around late July, early August (I couldn’t tell; days seemed to merge into weeks, all of them the same), when we woke up one morning and our backpacks were stolen.
‘Erm,’ I started, ‘wasn’t my backpack right here last night?’
‘Mine’s gone, too,’ Kamon replied. ‘Damn. This sucks.’
A thought occurred to me. I said: ‘Hey, ya know what? It could’ve been a Sneasel or Murkrow! Remember, you said that they could be thieves!’
‘True,’ Kamon said. ‘If I catch whoever stole these…’ Kamon clenched his fists. ‘This journey is looking worse and worse every other day.’
‘We can find them,’ I said. ‘We just have to know where to look.’
‘If I knew where to look, I would have found them already, wouldn’t I?’
‘Well, I suppose. But hey; we can try to follow Pokémon tracks and see if we can find whoever took our stuff.’
‘There are no tracks, however,’ Kamon said.
‘Exactly. Which means…’ I responded.
‘Which means what? That our packs flew away?’
‘Close,’ I said, smiling. ‘Someone must’ve flown away with it. A Murkrow, no doubt. There also must have been more than one, since I don’t think that a single Murkrow could carry one of our backpacks, and even if it could, it would have to carry two; that would have taken a lot longer than we allowed to carry two backpacks very far. We were only asleep for maybe five hours.’
‘So, we will have to look for one of two things: either our backpacks are very close by because the Murkrow couldn’t have possibly carried it far, or a flock of Murkrow, which would be much further away.’
‘Exactly,’ I said. ‘But…but what if they dropped it in the river?’
‘They couldn’t have done that,’ Kamon replied. ‘Look, there would have to be something in the river that would remain, something that’s heavy. Even our packs would be here. Anyway, we have to split up. There are two ways to go; to the left and right sides of the river.’
‘Why not down the river, or up the river?’ I asked.
‘Because looking down, we would probably be able to see where they are, or where our stuff is. We have a pretty good view from up here. And flying up would make little sense; besides, it would take more work to fly up a mountain, and most likely against the wind (because here—don’t ask why—the wind seems to be sucked into the center of Gehta. All of the wind travels down the mountains), which would slow them down. They wouldn’t have gotten very far that way. Especially if it were a single Murkrow. Come on, Drew, let’s get going.’ Kamon ended his speech and then sent out his Delibird. I used Ho-oh. I took the left bank, while Kamon took the right.
After an hour or two of searching, I heard Kamon shouting. I flew back as fast as I could, and discovered that he had indeed found our backpacks. They were actually downstream and on the left bank. Apparently a flock of Murkrow had taken them there because there were several nests built in the trees; two of which had our stuff in it. We collected our things, and then flew toward Chrono. This lasted less than the rest of the day (since it took us half the day to recover our lost items), and we had to let our Pokémon rest. We continued into the night on foot.
By mid-August we ran out of all rations. We tried living off of berries (because, now that we were closer to civilization, berry trees were planted) and other fruits that we found in the wild. According to the map, we had about sixty-five more miles until we reached Chrono City, the first city in Gehta. Kamon also noted that we only had less than two weeks to get there in time. We were only averaging about five miles a day. Of course, this was sixty-five miles as the Spearow flies, and also five miles as the Spearow flies. In reality, he added, we probably walk around ten miles or so a day. It would take much longer than two weeks to reach Chrono at this rate.
‘I think we should use our Pokémon again,’ I said.
‘We can’t,’ Kamon responded. ‘They do not have the energy; we haven’t been able to supply them with enough food and drink to fight, much less fly or carry us great distances. Anyway, we mustn’t use them; we should do this on our own. It’s our journey, not theirs’.’
After he said that, I noticed the expression on his face. He did not enjoy the fact that we probably couldn’t use our Pokémon, and he also didn’t like how we had to travel faster, without stops. It had become harder to get food, and we delayed too much in trying to find some.
Six days later, we discovered that we had gone too far north; we were now thirty miles above Chrono.
‘Now, it is inevitable that we will have to double our pace…travel south, and not take one break. We only have eight days left, Drew,’ Kamon said wearily. Five days later, we were still far outside the boundaries of Chrono. ‘It can only be approached from the south. They have gates blocking people from coming in from the north or east, although we could come in from the west. It would take too long to reach that end, however. We have to rest one day. Only one. But then every day that follows we must travel as fast as we can. We will only have two days, after all.’
We rested there, and, one day later, Kamon woke me up.
‘Let’s go. If, that is, you want to make it on time.’
‘Man,’ I said, ‘do I have to wake up this early?’ It was four-thirty in the morning.
‘Think of this like the army. Now come on—we may have to use our Pokémon. I will call out my Entei, and both of us will ride upon him. He can run faster than either of us could ever hope of running.’ He threw down a Master Ball, and out came his Entei. When both of us were on, Entei started dashing across the land, bounding over any obstacles. Kamon figured that we could make it to Chrono City in no less than a day-and-a-half, unless Entei runs non-stop at an extremely fast pace.
To our luck and advantage, Entei did run non-stop, except once where he needed a drink of water, and did run full-speed. We made it to Chrono on the morning of the last day. Kamon recalled his Entei, and we both headed to the Pokécenter. It had been a long time since either of us had seen civilization.
We walked to the Pokécenter, almost taking our time, knowing that we had finally made it. The only thing to do now was to register here, and then head off once again to the next city.
“I was once the greatest trainer in the world,” a man said. He was talking to his children, a boy and a girl, apparently about being a Pokémon trainer. He continued: “No one could stop me. I was invincible. Until, of course, on that fateful day when a trainer, named Kamon, defeated me. That was many years ago, however. I had grown much stronger. I was seventeen years old, blonde like I am now, and just (barely) under six feet tall. My journey wasn’t over then, like I, along with Kamon, believed they were. For, on April 12th, two days after my birthday, a trainer came to Kamon and me and presented us with a new challenge. And one of us would rise up to it. It was our greatest challenge ever, and this is the story:
CHAPTER 1
INTRODUCTION
There was a knock on the door. Kamon answered it; it was his house. He invited my girlfriend, Eileen, and me over for some drinks and to catch-up. Kamon’s girlfriend, Jasmine (the Olivine City Gym Leader), was there too.
Anyway, Kamon answered the door. The person, whoever it was, and Kamon talked for a few minutes, and then called me over.
‘Hey, Drew,’ Kamon said, ‘listen to this guy. Tell me what you think.’
The guy said, ‘Well, Mr. Anderson, seeing how you and Mr.…uh, Kamon here and the most powerful trainers in the world, I thought that you two might be up for a little challenge.’
‘What kind of challenge?’ I asked.
‘Well, there is a new league that has formed, 6 gyms, and one elite person, just to the north of here. Over the mountains. It’s in a land called Gehta.’
‘Yeah, well,’ I started, ‘I don’t think I’m really into the whole battle scene anymore. Retired, you see.’
‘Well, I guess if don’t have it anymore, that’s fine with me…’ the trainer said, and turned around.
‘Hold on!’ I shouted.
‘You here that Drew?’ Kamon asked. ‘He says that we don’t have it anymore.’
‘I’ll show him. Hey, you, get back here!’ I yelled.
‘Oh, are you reconsidering my offer?’
‘No. I’m about to make you reconsider you’re statement. Three-on-three match. Or do you think you don’t have it?’ I challenged.
‘Oh I have it all right. Heh…Fine then. Three-on-three.’
‘Let’s step outside,’ I said.
‘Oh, Drew, honestly, do you have to do this?’ Eileen asked.
‘Of course. You can watch me win, again, if you want,’ I responded.
Kamon, the trainer, and I walked out onto the beach.
‘I’ll choose first,’ I said. ‘Go, Ampharos!’
‘Ha! Too easy! Steelix, come out!’
‘Give me a break. Ampharos, Fire Punch!’ I commanded. Ampharos charged at Steelix and struck him with a flaming fist about halfway down his body. It burnt Steelix.
‘Er, yikes. Steelix, Earthquake attack!’ the trainer said.
‘Ampharos, Detect!’ Ampharos protected himself from the Ground-type attack, and then prepared to strike again. ‘All right, finish Steelix off with a Dynamic Punch!’ Ampharos again punched Steelix, this time creating an explosion, sending Steelix through the air and landing in the water. A knockout.
‘This doesn’t look good. Um, Steelix, return.’
‘Come back, Ampharos,’ I said. ‘I want to use all three of my Pokémon. It wouldn’t be fair if just one of you got to fight.’
‘Yeah, right,’ the trainer snapped. ‘We’ll see. I’m gonna use Fearow!’
‘Tyranitar, go. Use Crunch,’ I said. This is boring, I thought. Tyranitar clamped down on top of Fearow, doing extreme damage.
‘Fearow, Drill Peck attack!’ Fearow tried drilling into Tyranitar’s hide, but it didn’t do hardly anything.
‘Finish, Tyranitar. Rock Slide!’ Tyranitar summoned an avalanche to come down on top of Fearow, finishing him.
‘No way. Well, my last Pokémon will beat your Tyranitar. Cloyster, go! Use your Clamp!’
‘Tyranitar, Protect, and then return to your Pokéball. Remember, whoever you are, I was going to use a different Pokémon for each of yours. Now, face Heracross!’ I threw out the last Ultra Ball I could use, and from the shimmering white light emerged the blue beetle. ‘Heracross, Cross Chop attack!’
‘Cloyster, Protect!’ he said. ‘Great now use—’
‘Finish it,’ I interrupted, ‘with a Mega Horn!’ Right when Cloyster opened up his shell, Heracross rammed into him with his antler, one-hit K.O.
‘Uh…return,’ the trainer said. ‘Amazing, simply amazing.’ I recalled my Pokémon.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘Your Pokémon and your skill. You would do wonderful in the Prime League. It’s a shame, though, that you won’t be travelling there.’
‘Don’t count on it,’ Kamon said. I agreed, although I didn’t think the same way. I almost wanted to go out again, to conquer another region.
The urge flowed through my veins. I had to do it. If I didn’t…well, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be happy, or I would feel empty inside, like a part of me was missing.
Kamon said that he almost felt that way when he was training by himself five years ago.
Kamon was a year older than I was, and still had his long hair, although his outfit had slightly changed. Instead of the black vest over a white shirt and long jeans, he wore a red shirt with the black vest over it. He also wore blue jeans, and black shoes. Nothing else really had changed about him.
I, on the other hand, changed from my training clothes to a more regular apparel. I wore a blue
tee shirt, with black jeans, but still tucked into my black boots. I probably needed to get a new pair of
boots; these were getting worn out.
‘Hey, Kamon, do you mind if Eileen and I leave now? It’s getting dark, anyway,’ I asked.
‘I don’t see why not. But hey, it was good talking to you, buddy,’ Kamon responded, slapping me on the back.
Eileen got up from the chair, and said good-bye to Jasmine and Kamon. We both hopped into a motor boat, and then headed back to Olivine.
* * *
Back at my house in Pallet Town, I was talking to Eileen. We had gotten into a small argument. She had gotten angry with me about training, and even slightly wanting to go to Gehta.
‘Look, I am going out with you, not only because I like you, but because you also promised that you weren’t going back into the, like, you know…the whole training scheme.’
‘I didn’t say I was going back…I just said I was thinking about seeing exactly what it was like, and, if it appeals to me…’ My voice faded away. I waved my arm at the air.
‘Yeah, well, ya know what!?’ she demanded.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘I always hoped to marry someone who actually had a college education. And then there’s you…who hasn’t even graduated high school!’
‘Actually, Eileen,’ I began, ‘for your information a trainer usually begins around the first days of middle-school or first days of high-school. They get shipments of school papers to do. You pick them up in Pokécenters and mail back your homework. This June I am graduating. And next year, I am going to get a degree in Engineering or Physics.’
‘You just can’t stand being wrong, can you?’ Eileen said.
‘What!? I am not wrong!’
‘See? My point exactly. You contradict everything people say. You always have to be right. Physics…ha! You should be a lawyer.’
‘Eileen, I want you to leave now. I thought we could have had a nice evening, but you had to just destroy things, didn’t you?’ I said, as calmly as I could.
‘I’ll be happy to leave, Drew. I am tired of your Pokémon, and how winning is everything…you put me second. If it weren’t for me, you’d already be in whatever the hell that place is called, trying to beat that league, too. Goodbye Drew, forever.’ She kissed me on the cheek, and then stormed out of my house. I shut the door behind her.
* * *
I decided I didn’t want to make the choice to go to Gehta. Kamon had already decided against it, and Eileen hated me for even thinking about it. Screw her, I thought. She dumped you, so now she doesn’t matter.
I couldn’t figure out whether I should go or not, so I went to Saffron City to let Sabrina, a psychic, tell me my future. She could tell me whether I should go or not. I flew there on my Lugia.
‘Hmm…’ Sabrina said as she held my hand. Her eyes were shut, and it seemed like she was in a trance. ‘I can indeed tell you your fate.’
‘Well, then,’ I said, ‘what is it?’
‘You are very special, Drew. You have a gift. The Prime League is your destiny. But you, Drew…’ Her voice faded away.
‘Yes?’
‘You will face many, many tough challenges. And victory will be very though to come by. You, Drew, are not destined, however, to be the Prime League Champion.’
‘You mean that…that I won’t conquer it?’ I asked.
‘The future is in your hands, Drew. But fate has you as not being the champion.’
‘Fine. Tell me, Sabrina. What about Kamon? What is his destiny? I heard Lance say that he could be ‘the one,’ which I took to mean—’
‘The most powerful trainer in the world. Yes, that is indeed what Lance thinks,’ Sabrina responded.
‘Well, is it true?’ I questioned.
‘Lance is a fool. Kamon’s future is quite foggy. It is still hard to tell. But be warned, Drew. I kept Kamon alive from that train wreck for a reason. I told him that he wasn’t the only one that lived. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the truth that I kept only him alive. I saw the anger swell in him when I told him that I saved him. He still has some part to play, in all of our lives. The fate of many could rest on his shoulders. You, on the other hand, will too affect the future. But not in a way as Kamon will. You could very well be more powerful than he, but you will never go down in history as being more famous than Kamon.’
There she ended her speech, and I bid farewell. I went back to Pallet Town to ponder about my future, and to try to take in everything Sabrina just said.
CHAPTER 2
THE JOURNEY STARTS
I thought about what was supposed to lie ahead of me, and finally came to a conclusion: I was going. In late May, I invited Kamon over to discuss with him what I was about to do. He believed that I was crazy.
‘Dude, you’re crazy,’ he said.
‘Why, Kamon?’ I asked. ‘Don’t you want to get back out there…to adventure again?’
‘No.’
‘I thought you, of all people, would be behind me on this.’
‘Not this time, Drew,’ he said. I got a little angry. So far, not one person has been on my side.
‘Look, Kamon,’ I said, ‘I don’t care what you say, I’m still going out there. And I’m gonna win. Just you watch.’
‘Whatever you say. But I have a gym to take care of, remember? I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to.’
‘That’s not what you said when you left here three years ago. I believed that you went into denial, and then decided to try the whole training thing again,’ I responded.
Kamon didn’t say anything for a minute, sighed, and said, ‘Something like that, yes.’
‘Well, then, why don’t you go this time?’ I asked again.
‘Because I don’t want to, all right? And that’s the end of it, okay?’
* * *
But, of course, I knew it wasn’t going to be the end of it. I didn’t want to go into an unknown land by myself. I knew Kanto already, and Johto wasn’t exactly a hard place to navigate through, but this place was different.
I had gotten a digital map and was looking at Gehta. It was over a mountain range, called the Zenith Mountains. Gehta itself was mountainous, but the center, apparently where the Center Stadium was located, was completely flat. A river ran down from a northern mountain, and flowed into a lake. Besides that there weren’t too many other noticeable features.
There were eight cities, six with gyms, one for registration, but also a rather commercial city, and then one more which basically featured the Center Stadium. Much like Indigo Plateau.
The land was foreign to me, and I wasn’t about to go there alone. Not that I was afraid; I’m not really afraid of anything, except maybe heights. I had to get Kamon to go with me. If I was going to venture north, I was going to need a partner to help me.
* * *
I came to Kamon’s house a week later. I had only one mission: to make him come with me.
‘So, what’ya want now?’ he asked me. ‘Have you given up on going to Gehta already?’
I grinned. Not a happy grin, or a grin that you would grin when you laugh. Of course, it wasn’t an evil grin. It was just a grin. ‘No, I haven’t,’ I said. I sipped some water that Kamon had handed me. ‘And you know what?’
‘What?’
‘You’re going with me.’
‘No, I’m not, and I don’t want to hear any more about it. I’m not leaving. And that’s final. I’m through with training,’ he said, rather sternly.
My grin faded. ‘Look, I don’t want to go there alone. I didn’t mind Kanto and Johto, but Gehta is different. It is the size of Johto, but it is going to be a lot tougher this time. Even if you don’t want to battle at all, I would still like it if you journeyed with me,’ I said. Kamon stared at me for a second, and then looked out the window.
I looked out too; there were to blue birds perched on a branch. After a few seconds, they flew away.
Kamon sighed. ‘I dunno, Drew. I’m gonna have to think about it. Anyway, it’s getting late. I’m gonna get some sleep. Goodnight, Drew.’
‘See ya, Kamon,’ I said. After I walked outside, I muttered to myself, ‘Good, Kamon, sleep on it…’ I hoped that night that Kamon would think about it and decide to come with me. This was it, too. If he decided not to, I was going to leave without him the next day. Time was running out for him to decide, and for me to get started.
* * *
Early in the morning of June 5th, my doorbell rang. I was in boxers and had no shirt on. I slipped on a white tee shirt, and checked the clock. It was 5: 45 in the morning.
I went to the front door and opened it. Kamon was standing there.
‘You’re not ready,’ he said to me.
‘What the hell are you talking about?’ I demanded, yawning.
‘Well, if you want to get to Gehta and over the mountain range by September, you’re gonna have to wake up bright and early and leave as soon as possible.’
I immediately took that as a ‘yes’ to whether or not he was going to leave with me. Kamon already had his backpack packed.
‘I’ll go get my, um…’ I started.
‘Backpack,’ Kamon finished for me.
‘Right. Excuse me, for I’m not used to waking up at quarter-to-six every day.’ I ran to my room and picked my backpack, and got dressed into my old outfit: Baggy black pants tucked into boots, and a sleeveless navy blue shirt, I slipped in my contacts and headed out the door. I looked at the time on my Pokégear; it was 6: 07 on June 5th. I would remember this time for the rest of my life.
CHAPTER 3
THE ZENITH MOUNTAINS
About two weeks later, we had reached the Zenith Mountains. We had stopped in several cities in Johto and Kanto, specifically Viridian City. There we picked up any supplies we needed before our long journey ahead of us. We also had lunch, the last lunch in a restaurant for several more months.
Anyway, we had gotten to the pinnacle of the first mountain, and decided to camp out there for the night. It was mid-June, and we were making pretty good time. We figured we deserved a good rest. The next day we started out again, at about seven o’clock in the morning. We had a short breakfast of eggs and toast.
We then journeyed across the summits of other mountains in the Zenith Range, and, after another two-and-a-half days of straight travelling (only stopping to eat, occasionally) we arrived at a small stream.
‘It’s not marked on the map,’ I said, looking at the holo-map emerging from my Pokégear.
‘It must be too small a river to be mapped,’ Kamon said. He unpacked, and declared that we should be spending the night here. It took me no more than three minutes to fall into a long-awaited sleep. Kamon stayed awake, though, until late into the night. According to him, he went to sleep at about two in the morning. He awoke only five hours earlier, an hour after I did.
‘Have a nice sleep?’ I asked. I was eating cold cereal.
‘Peachy,’ he said, picking up his backpack. ‘Now let’s go. Hurry up and get your stuff.’
Man, I thought, I wonder what’s wrong with him. He seemed a little, well, irritated.
We hiked on for a full day, down the mountain this time, following the stream, refilling our water bottles along the way. We continued with this routine for several days. After those days, though, Kamon decided that we should stop.
This struck me as odd, because lately we had been traveling for several days at a time before we stopped. I soon found out why. Kamon fell to sleep almost immediately. Apparently, while I slept every time we stopped, he stayed awake, looking out for anything suspicious. He claimed that who knows what could be up here, and that there might be unknown or dangerous Pokémon up here. Besides that, he added, Sneasel and Murkrow have been reported to be living here, and they have been known to be thieves.
I kept watch that night. I felt like it was my duty; toward Kamon, if anything. I was the one dragging him here. I only got an hour of sleep. We left to go northwest the next day, and climbed up. We traveled another three days straight, stopping once a day to eat. We discovered that our rations were starting to fall short. Kamon ruled that we would only eat once every-other day. Of course I did not like this, but we had no choice; there weren’t any berry trees around here. We continued to trek across the mountains for another week, sleeping only four times.
We kept following the river until early July, because then we discovered that by following it we traveled off course. It would take us weeks to get back on course. After several days of trekking, we arrived at a lake.
‘It would be wisest to go around,’ Kamon said, ‘but to save time we must go across. Send out a Water Pokémon, and we can go through the lake. I used my Feraligatr, and Kamon used his Corsola. We went across the lake, and continued our quest. We were still off course, though. And we were days, if not weeks, behind schedule.
We ran into yet another devastating setback around late July, early August (I couldn’t tell; days seemed to merge into weeks, all of them the same), when we woke up one morning and our backpacks were stolen.
‘Erm,’ I started, ‘wasn’t my backpack right here last night?’
‘Mine’s gone, too,’ Kamon replied. ‘Damn. This sucks.’
A thought occurred to me. I said: ‘Hey, ya know what? It could’ve been a Sneasel or Murkrow! Remember, you said that they could be thieves!’
‘True,’ Kamon said. ‘If I catch whoever stole these…’ Kamon clenched his fists. ‘This journey is looking worse and worse every other day.’
‘We can find them,’ I said. ‘We just have to know where to look.’
‘If I knew where to look, I would have found them already, wouldn’t I?’
‘Well, I suppose. But hey; we can try to follow Pokémon tracks and see if we can find whoever took our stuff.’
‘There are no tracks, however,’ Kamon said.
‘Exactly. Which means…’ I responded.
‘Which means what? That our packs flew away?’
‘Close,’ I said, smiling. ‘Someone must’ve flown away with it. A Murkrow, no doubt. There also must have been more than one, since I don’t think that a single Murkrow could carry one of our backpacks, and even if it could, it would have to carry two; that would have taken a lot longer than we allowed to carry two backpacks very far. We were only asleep for maybe five hours.’
‘So, we will have to look for one of two things: either our backpacks are very close by because the Murkrow couldn’t have possibly carried it far, or a flock of Murkrow, which would be much further away.’
‘Exactly,’ I said. ‘But…but what if they dropped it in the river?’
‘They couldn’t have done that,’ Kamon replied. ‘Look, there would have to be something in the river that would remain, something that’s heavy. Even our packs would be here. Anyway, we have to split up. There are two ways to go; to the left and right sides of the river.’
‘Why not down the river, or up the river?’ I asked.
‘Because looking down, we would probably be able to see where they are, or where our stuff is. We have a pretty good view from up here. And flying up would make little sense; besides, it would take more work to fly up a mountain, and most likely against the wind (because here—don’t ask why—the wind seems to be sucked into the center of Gehta. All of the wind travels down the mountains), which would slow them down. They wouldn’t have gotten very far that way. Especially if it were a single Murkrow. Come on, Drew, let’s get going.’ Kamon ended his speech and then sent out his Delibird. I used Ho-oh. I took the left bank, while Kamon took the right.
After an hour or two of searching, I heard Kamon shouting. I flew back as fast as I could, and discovered that he had indeed found our backpacks. They were actually downstream and on the left bank. Apparently a flock of Murkrow had taken them there because there were several nests built in the trees; two of which had our stuff in it. We collected our things, and then flew toward Chrono. This lasted less than the rest of the day (since it took us half the day to recover our lost items), and we had to let our Pokémon rest. We continued into the night on foot.
By mid-August we ran out of all rations. We tried living off of berries (because, now that we were closer to civilization, berry trees were planted) and other fruits that we found in the wild. According to the map, we had about sixty-five more miles until we reached Chrono City, the first city in Gehta. Kamon also noted that we only had less than two weeks to get there in time. We were only averaging about five miles a day. Of course, this was sixty-five miles as the Spearow flies, and also five miles as the Spearow flies. In reality, he added, we probably walk around ten miles or so a day. It would take much longer than two weeks to reach Chrono at this rate.
‘I think we should use our Pokémon again,’ I said.
‘We can’t,’ Kamon responded. ‘They do not have the energy; we haven’t been able to supply them with enough food and drink to fight, much less fly or carry us great distances. Anyway, we mustn’t use them; we should do this on our own. It’s our journey, not theirs’.’
After he said that, I noticed the expression on his face. He did not enjoy the fact that we probably couldn’t use our Pokémon, and he also didn’t like how we had to travel faster, without stops. It had become harder to get food, and we delayed too much in trying to find some.
Six days later, we discovered that we had gone too far north; we were now thirty miles above Chrono.
‘Now, it is inevitable that we will have to double our pace…travel south, and not take one break. We only have eight days left, Drew,’ Kamon said wearily. Five days later, we were still far outside the boundaries of Chrono. ‘It can only be approached from the south. They have gates blocking people from coming in from the north or east, although we could come in from the west. It would take too long to reach that end, however. We have to rest one day. Only one. But then every day that follows we must travel as fast as we can. We will only have two days, after all.’
We rested there, and, one day later, Kamon woke me up.
‘Let’s go. If, that is, you want to make it on time.’
‘Man,’ I said, ‘do I have to wake up this early?’ It was four-thirty in the morning.
‘Think of this like the army. Now come on—we may have to use our Pokémon. I will call out my Entei, and both of us will ride upon him. He can run faster than either of us could ever hope of running.’ He threw down a Master Ball, and out came his Entei. When both of us were on, Entei started dashing across the land, bounding over any obstacles. Kamon figured that we could make it to Chrono City in no less than a day-and-a-half, unless Entei runs non-stop at an extremely fast pace.
To our luck and advantage, Entei did run non-stop, except once where he needed a drink of water, and did run full-speed. We made it to Chrono on the morning of the last day. Kamon recalled his Entei, and we both headed to the Pokécenter. It had been a long time since either of us had seen civilization.
We walked to the Pokécenter, almost taking our time, knowing that we had finally made it. The only thing to do now was to register here, and then head off once again to the next city.
