mysterioustrainer
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Upon my recent return to the Gym and the Pokemon TCG after my absurdly long 5 year absense and aimless wanderings, I have decided to revive my work on what was a popular fan-fiction way back in 2005. I have worked on it here and there throughout the years, and even tried to write variations that had nothing to do with Pokemon. However I found this story was designed to be for the most part how I left it last. Thanks to the Gym's admins, I was able to clear out any old versions off of this site so I can present a fresh look at this 7 year long project.
CHAPTER GUIDE (Please note, hyperlinks will redirect viewer to the chapter position on the topic.)
Chapter One – Explosion in the night (starter topic)
Chapter Two - A Heart is Awakened
Chapter Three - Heather's Calling
Chapter Four - Conflict in the Rain
Chapter Five - CIPHER's First Attack
Chapter Six - Parting Among Friends
Chapter Seven - Lindsey's Book
Chapter Eight - Day of Darkness Falls
Chapter Nine - The Rain
Chapter Ten -Rematch in Celadon: Shawn versus Asuki
Chapter Eleven - Battle on Knot Island, Survival in Eclo Canyon
Chapter Twelve - Friends Reunited
Chapter Thirteen - The Abandoned Factory
Chapter Fourteen - Lovrina's Trap
Long ago in the lands of Orre, a region stricken by heat and dusty winds, a strange breed of Pokémon terrorized the land under the command of their cruel masters. Their hearts were artificially closed and kindness removed from their souls. The heart of the operation, the CIPHER Organization, would have taken over the world with these brainwashed Pokémon. However CIPHER was destroyed when a young man along and a teenage girl challenged their strength and freed the Pokémon who were trapped by their own hearts. Since then they disappeared like the sandy winds covering foot tracks in the desert of the Orre region and were never heard of again. Five years passed with peace, until CIPHER resurfaced with a new and bolder plan and nearly succeeded, but only to fail to a group of freedom fighters led by a twelve year old boy. Since then Orre remains quiet and isolated from the troubles of the world, and the only reminder of CIPHER short lived reign is the Realgam Tower which is now used for tournaments for prospective Pokémon trainers across the world.
Fifteen Years Later…
Chapter One – Explosion in the night
The crowd’s roars shook the old foundations of Pyrite Colosseum. It was a colosseum that slowly decayed over time as Pokémon battle after Pokémon battle ensued on its ground floor. Part of the ceiling has given away to the shouts of the crowd or the attacks of the amazing creatures that fought in combat. In this day and age it became a respectable colosseum since the start of the Orre Pokémon Tournament Association (which quickly became to be known as “OPTA” for short) and it attracted many local Pokémon trainers in their quests to become the best Pokémon masters across the lands.
A girl in her teens was one of the competitors. She had a brown hair color, and her eyes were hazel in color. She had been training for nearly five years but never won any tournament in the Orre region. Nevertheless despite numerous losses she never gave up hope and continued to pursue her dream of one day competing in the Realgam tower. This day was different as she was fighting to her best in the final battle of this week’s tournament.
She was carefully watching over her Pokémon, Scyther, as it fought hard in the arena against her opponent’s Primeape. The battle was very fierce and it seemed no clear winner was ahead, as it had started very smoothly. She always kept her cool even if it was checkmate against her. She never felt too bad after a loss unlike most trainers. Probably it is because she has had more than most trainers. However within the last month her skills have significantly improved and she was doing her best ever today. Her opponent, however, seemed more desperate to win in every move.
“Primeape, use Mega Punch!” The angry opponent commanded. He was rough and hosted a fierce attitude similar to many of the trainers in the Orre region. This should come no surprise to anyone who has been to the Orre region has known its brutality is reflected in the hot and dusty winds as well as many hearts of trainers who live there. The exhausted Primeape desperately attempted to make a powerful strike on its trainer’s command however the girl saw it coming and was ready.
The girl knew it was now or never. If Primeape hit Scyther it would surely be knocked out. So with a deep breath and an extremely brief moment to herself, she raised her hand and called out at the top of her lungs, “Scyther, use Aerial Ace!” Her voice carried through out the hollow walls of the colosseum over the crowds’ cheering.
“What?! It can learn that!” The other trainer was clearly surprised from this move as it takes a great deal of training to make a bug Pokémon like Scyther to learn it. Before he could regain his composure, it was already too late.
The Scyther flew quickly into the air and avoided Primeape’s attack easily. Primeape could not see Scyther as it was bathed in the sunlight that shined through the gaps in the ceiling above. Everyone was amazed as the Pokémon was even far above the highest of spectators. Then the girl knew her shot was open. “Now let’s make the final blow!” The girl said. It was at that moment a few tears shed from her eyes.
“Scyther!” the Mantis Pokémon said as it flew down at lightning fast speed and struck the Primeape head on. It was easily knocked out in that finishing blow, sending it crashing into the wall not far from it’s trainer. The crowd soon roared in excitement from the spectacular move by the girl trainer.
“No!” the man ranted. It was clearly obvious he was angry about his loss. “How could a little girl like her defeat a three time winner?”
The judge looked over the scene though no one would question the girl had just won and he shouted out, “Primeape is unable to battle, the winner of this week’s Pyrite Colosseum knock out challenge is Heather from Agate Village!”
“Alright! Way to go Scyther!” the girl said as she raced for her Scyther. She felt a rush of emotions tie up her heart and she burst with laughter but was crying at the same time as well. After all when it is your first victory in a tournament you would get pretty excited too, wouldn’t you?
“Scyther!” the Pokémon said while dancing around with its bladed arms. Heather raced over to Scyther who was bruised and battered from the battle and hugged her victorious partner.
“You haven’t heard the end of this!” the opponent said as he recalled his Pokémon. He was dusty and red in the face. It was clear he was a bit of a sore loser especially considering he lost to a girl who did not meet his standards of a trainer.
“Dude just chill out.” The judge said. “It is just a simple tournament. It’s not like the Orre Championship.” Nevertheless the losing trainer stomped out in anger. While the girl fell to her knees in happiness. “Congratulations, Heather.” The judge said.
“Thank you.” Heather said as she bowed to the judge. It was clear she was shaking all over in excitement and she was sweaty from the intense battle and her face was soaked in her own tears. She began to turn red in the face as well, though it was in embarrassment. She slowly came to her feet.
“Here is two thousand dollars for your victory. Please spend it wisely.” He handed a pre-loaded debit card with her award payment inside along with a small black granite plaque displaying her new title which said ‘Champion of Pyrite’ with the date right below that. She quickly placed the items in her handbag as she feared dropping them in her nervous tension.
“I will and I hope to participate here again someday.” Heather said with the most tense tone in her voice.
“Is there something wrong?” asked the judge looking concerned.
“No. No it is alright, I am... I mean... I never won a tournament before.”
The judge chuckled. “Yes, as I can see. However I never quite seen a reaction like yours before. Usually most trainers are bouncing on end on their first win and return champs usually just grab the cash nearly leaving the plaque and head out. You seem very appriciative. So I would like to ask that you continue to battle. Orre needs more trainers like you I think.”
“Thank... Thank you.” Heather replied.
She looked up into the rusty old Colosseum and saw that there where hoards of people waving to her and calling out her name. Never before had she received such applause. She gave one final wave then headed for the exit slowly. The crowds continued to cheer on Heather as she left the building. Outside it was another hot and musty day. Heather quickly worked her way out of town however her friends caught up quickly.
“Heather!” another girl cried out. Heather turned around to see a girl about the same age as her, though she had blond hair and her eyes were green. She was your typical beach girl in the lands of Orre. It was Friday so she had to wear blue mostly as her extensive wardrobe coordinated to the days of the week. This other girl raced for the new winner.
“Andrea, did you see my win?” Heather asked with a great amount of excitement in her voice. Her face was still a little bit pink.
“Of course I did silly! I wouldn’t be shopping at the general store during your battles. It was so great!” Andrea replied.
“Hey that was a great move at the last second there.” said a boy who appeared to be a few years older than that of Andrea and Heather. He looked like any other young man of Orre wearing a T-shirt with denim jeans. His appearance was rough around the ages yet maintaining a teenager look about him.
“Thanks Shawn.” Heather said. “Well we better get home before it gets too late.”
“Yeah I think you started some unneeded rivalries in this town now.” Andrea replied.
Heather, Andrea, and Shawn headed for a hovercraft near the police station. They all got in and took off to the Northwest. Once they cleared Pyrite, Shawn kicked up the gas and speed across the unmarked lands of Orre. Hovercrafts and bikes replaced the need for cars nearly thirty years ago, leaving the lands untouched and free of roads. Mesas and Plateaus seem to fly by as Heather looked to the North. She could see beyond the smaller hills the towering Mt. Battle, a daunting peak that also hosted some of Orre’s finest events.
The journey home was without incident and the weather was gracious as the hot and barren deserts of Orre began to cool off for the evening. It was an about an hour since their departure from Pyrite when the lands started to turn green and the sun was setting. They finally got into Agate Village just before dusk.
Heather waved goodbye to her friends as they retired into their homes which lay near the river. Heather took a slow walk up the hill past the Poke Mart to her home which was the highest tree in the village. In Agate, most of the residents were retired from the days of training Pokémon. Their homes intertwined with the forest and all who lived there were one with the life of the forest. Heather was no exception despite her young age.
A few stars started to shine to the east and the gentle winds blew across the grassy paths in the village. Her home was lit as her great-grandmother was preparing supper. It smelled like tomato soup which if anything was Heather favorite flavor when soup was served. She opened the door and received a warm welcome.
“Good evening, Heather.” Her great-grandmother said.
“Hi Grandma!”
“How are you tonight?” The elderly lady asked as she slowly lifted herself from the chair she was sitting in.
“Great.” Heather replied. “I just won my first tournament.” She then reached into her handbag and showed the plaque she received from the judge.
“Well that is absolutely splendid.” The old woman said, “You are becoming just like your father.”
“Yeah, I guess I am...” Heather said as she smiled the best she could. The painful memory of her parents was a burden on her heart even to this day. It should be known that Heather’s parents are dead unfortunately. Her grandparents lived very far away and she only seen them a few times when she was really young. Her great-grandmother despite her very old age, now was the only thing left for her. “My Dad. I wonder if he won any tournaments.”
“Come Heather. Supper is ready for you. It will get cold if you dawdle.” This snapped Heather out of her trance as the aroma of her favorite smell was coming from the kitchen.
“It that tomato soup?” she asked with excitement.
It was once again a simple meal for Heather although it was delicious being Tomato Soup. After dinner she helped cleaned up the dishes and wished her great-grandmother a good night. After which she took a bath especially from being covered in dust from the city of Pyrite. She then retired to her room which was in the highest point of the large tree.
She walked out onto her balcony and looked over the endless landscape of the Orre region. It was a beautiful quiet night. She saw stars shining more brightly than ever. She reached for her chest and grabbed a pewter medallion that hanged around her neck. It in the center bore an insignia that showed a golden sun setting on a purple mountain with a crystal blue river flowing from the mountain parting green plains. It once belonged to her mother but after her death, Heather inherited the medallion. It was sort of a good luck charm to her in battle but otherwise it was her reminder of her lost family.
“Mom I won my first tournament.” Heather said to the stars in the sky.
Heather continued to look across the deserts of Orre in search of Pokémon flying through the night. She then could see a bright light in the distance and she knew it was Realgam Tower in one of their championship tournaments. She dreamed of competing in that tournament for it was her one goal as a trainer.
After a bit of daydreaming she opened her eyes to the sounds of some commotion below the Pokémon Center. Heather saw two shadowy figures walking into the secret cave. She wondered who would possibly be going into the scared forest at this time of night so she sneaked out of the house after getting some new clothes on and waked down to the lower parts of the village. Heather carefully approached the entrance, making sure her hiking boots did not snap any fallen branches on the ground.
However before she could go in she heard the hasty footsteps of the two strangers coming quickly. So she turned around and scrambled up the hill. She made for the Pokémon Center which was now closed for the night and hid in a nearby bush. Once she felt sure she was hidden from the intruders she studied them as they made their escape to a hovercraft across the river. She could barely tell the looks of the two however they looked like they were in some sort of uniform. They wore a round helmet and their eyes were covered by the shaded visor of the helmet.
“Is the coast clear?” One of the persons asked. It was hard for Heather to hear because of their distance but thankfully nothing else except for the faint cries of wild Pokémon in the forest was audible.
“Yes, lets get out of here. I don’t want to get the same rude awakening these losers are going to get.” Heather’s heart started to race. She didn’t know what they meant by their statement but it couldn’t be good. Once the two figures ran off into the dark desert, she left her hiding spot, dropped down to the path below, and raced into the cave.
Heather worked as fast as she could to make her way through the plant life that grew in the cave, it was becoming more and more impossible to make the passage through each year. It took some time to wander through the passage but soon she emerged on the opposite side of the village where the Relic Forest began. She decided to check the Relic Stone since it was the only man made (or at she personally thought it was man made) object in the forest.
Upon Heather’s arrival at the shrine, her heart skipped a beat when she saw a bomb tied onto the Relic Stone. A LED timer revealed it was only two minutes before it was to explode. Reaching into her handbag she rushed to find the fourth PokeBall in her order, which should be her Scyther. She called out her Scyther from its poke ball as she raced to the stone. “Scyther use slash to cut these ropes!” she screamed as she raced for the bomb.
“Scyther!” the Pokémon cried out as it quickly lashed through the ropes.
The bomb dropped into Heather’s arms and she started to race out of the forest. “Stay here Scyther! Don’t follow me!” She pleaded as she dropped her handbag which contained her other Pokémon.
She touched the relic stone to get her footing and it that moment her mind was filled with an image she couldn’t tell what she saw except her mind was clouded with a dark aura. Soon she regained her composure and focused to the emergency on hand. She dashed for the cavern. Her Scyther called out but she ignored it’s plea as she knew she couldn’t let anyone get hurt from the bomb. “Oh please no.” She said as she was beginning to panic.
Heather raced through the secret cave as fast as she could. There was only about 20 seconds when the entrance was within her reach. She desperately continued to race for the nearby river and with only five seconds to spare, Heather tripped on an uprooted tree branch and the bomb fell out of her arms. “Oh God, No!” she screamed as she crashed to the ground. However it slid and fell in the water. She regained her footing and started to make for a dash back for the cave’s entrance.
When the timer clicked zero it exploded and a tower of water came shooting up into the sky. Screaming in terror, Heather fell to the ground from the shock of the blast. Soon lights to nearby houses started to light up as the residents of Agate Village started to come out in curiosity of what happened. Heather was covered in water and mud that was a result of the explosion. Her Scyther came out of the cave and checked to see if its trainer was alright. Heather got up in slight pain and wiped the slime from her face.
“Heather!” cried out Andrea as she raced to her friend still in her blue pajamas. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” Heather said with a sigh of relief as she looked back to see only mud covering the landscape around her.
“What happened!?” cried out the village elder clearly in a fit from being awaken from his deep sleep. Heather came to her feet and approached the elder. After a moment of explanation, Heather led the elder and her friends into the forest and showed the rope which tied the bomb. Soon it wasn’t long before Heather started to receive praise from the other villagers for saving the relic stone. “That shrine is all too important to protect.” The elder said. “You did a very good thing however I wouldn’t have wanted you to risk your life over it. It doesn’t matter now because what is done is done. You’re going to be quite the heroine around here now.”
“Thank you, Elder.” Heather replied as she turned red just like from the tournament.
“Now I suggest you get yourself a bath and a good night’s rest. I’ll make sure the Pyrite Town Police learn of this and we’ll watch over the shrine tonight.”
“Very well.” She said as she yawned. It was clear to anyone that she was now fatigued from the combination of events that took place throughout the day. She, escorted by Andrea, was walking up to her home to finally get some sleep.
“So what got into you?” Andrea asked. “You could have been killed.”
“I don't know. I just had to do it. I was desperate to save the shrine though I never knew what the relic stone is all about.”
“They say it can open the hearts of Pokemon. At least that is what my uncle tells me. Though he won't explain that and I can't figure out what he means by that.” Andrea then yawned. “Well I'd almost say you owe me for waking me up like that but it wasn't your fault...” *yawn* “in the first place.”
They then reached Heather's front door, she was still dripping in mud. “Thank you Andrea. Thank you for being here with me always. You are a good friend.”
“You are just a good person to be a friend with.” Andrea replied. “Now get some sleep. You've got work tomorrow.”
“What? What do you mean? Wait!” Heather cried out but Andrea ran back down the hill without looking back. This was not the first time, but it would usually left Heather anxious knowing her friends had something planned for her the next morning. However this time she was exhausted and to make manners worse her great-grandmother opened the door, terrified to see her great-granddaughter bruised and covered in mud. “Um... hi Grandma.”
She then left her shoes outside and carefully made her way to the bathroom to clean up. She then spent most of the late-evening explaining to her great-grandmother what went on. After all of this she was wiped out and decided to go to bed. She took off her medallion setting it on the table next to her bed. She laid back and looked out her window and continued to watch the stars. It wasn’t long before she fell into a quiet deep sleep.
Meanwhile the two shadowed figures watched the village from a cliff far away making sure they were out of sight from the eyes of the village. “What happened? I thought the river wasn’t supposed to explode.” One of the men said.
“You idiot! Of course it wasn’t supposed to explode. Someone found the bomb and tossed it there before it exploded.” The other replied.
“Who did it?”
“I don’t know yet. So keep quiet and let me look.” The second figure continued to watch the crowd and noticed Heather who was covered in mud. “Her! It must be. She is a mess that only that bomb could have done.”
“Who? Let me see!”
“You dimwit! Back off! Dang it. The boss is going to pound us for this failure.”
CHAPTER GUIDE (Please note, hyperlinks will redirect viewer to the chapter position on the topic.)
Chapter One – Explosion in the night (starter topic)
Chapter Two - A Heart is Awakened
Chapter Three - Heather's Calling
Chapter Four - Conflict in the Rain
Chapter Five - CIPHER's First Attack
Chapter Six - Parting Among Friends
Chapter Seven - Lindsey's Book
Chapter Eight - Day of Darkness Falls
Chapter Nine - The Rain
Chapter Ten -Rematch in Celadon: Shawn versus Asuki
Chapter Eleven - Battle on Knot Island, Survival in Eclo Canyon
Chapter Twelve - Friends Reunited
Chapter Thirteen - The Abandoned Factory
Chapter Fourteen - Lovrina's Trap
Closed Heart
A Pokemon Orre Region fan story by Craig Simpson
A Pokemon Orre Region fan story by Craig Simpson
Long ago in the lands of Orre, a region stricken by heat and dusty winds, a strange breed of Pokémon terrorized the land under the command of their cruel masters. Their hearts were artificially closed and kindness removed from their souls. The heart of the operation, the CIPHER Organization, would have taken over the world with these brainwashed Pokémon. However CIPHER was destroyed when a young man along and a teenage girl challenged their strength and freed the Pokémon who were trapped by their own hearts. Since then they disappeared like the sandy winds covering foot tracks in the desert of the Orre region and were never heard of again. Five years passed with peace, until CIPHER resurfaced with a new and bolder plan and nearly succeeded, but only to fail to a group of freedom fighters led by a twelve year old boy. Since then Orre remains quiet and isolated from the troubles of the world, and the only reminder of CIPHER short lived reign is the Realgam Tower which is now used for tournaments for prospective Pokémon trainers across the world.
Fifteen Years Later…
Chapter One – Explosion in the night
The crowd’s roars shook the old foundations of Pyrite Colosseum. It was a colosseum that slowly decayed over time as Pokémon battle after Pokémon battle ensued on its ground floor. Part of the ceiling has given away to the shouts of the crowd or the attacks of the amazing creatures that fought in combat. In this day and age it became a respectable colosseum since the start of the Orre Pokémon Tournament Association (which quickly became to be known as “OPTA” for short) and it attracted many local Pokémon trainers in their quests to become the best Pokémon masters across the lands.
A girl in her teens was one of the competitors. She had a brown hair color, and her eyes were hazel in color. She had been training for nearly five years but never won any tournament in the Orre region. Nevertheless despite numerous losses she never gave up hope and continued to pursue her dream of one day competing in the Realgam tower. This day was different as she was fighting to her best in the final battle of this week’s tournament.
She was carefully watching over her Pokémon, Scyther, as it fought hard in the arena against her opponent’s Primeape. The battle was very fierce and it seemed no clear winner was ahead, as it had started very smoothly. She always kept her cool even if it was checkmate against her. She never felt too bad after a loss unlike most trainers. Probably it is because she has had more than most trainers. However within the last month her skills have significantly improved and she was doing her best ever today. Her opponent, however, seemed more desperate to win in every move.
“Primeape, use Mega Punch!” The angry opponent commanded. He was rough and hosted a fierce attitude similar to many of the trainers in the Orre region. This should come no surprise to anyone who has been to the Orre region has known its brutality is reflected in the hot and dusty winds as well as many hearts of trainers who live there. The exhausted Primeape desperately attempted to make a powerful strike on its trainer’s command however the girl saw it coming and was ready.
The girl knew it was now or never. If Primeape hit Scyther it would surely be knocked out. So with a deep breath and an extremely brief moment to herself, she raised her hand and called out at the top of her lungs, “Scyther, use Aerial Ace!” Her voice carried through out the hollow walls of the colosseum over the crowds’ cheering.
“What?! It can learn that!” The other trainer was clearly surprised from this move as it takes a great deal of training to make a bug Pokémon like Scyther to learn it. Before he could regain his composure, it was already too late.
The Scyther flew quickly into the air and avoided Primeape’s attack easily. Primeape could not see Scyther as it was bathed in the sunlight that shined through the gaps in the ceiling above. Everyone was amazed as the Pokémon was even far above the highest of spectators. Then the girl knew her shot was open. “Now let’s make the final blow!” The girl said. It was at that moment a few tears shed from her eyes.
“Scyther!” the Mantis Pokémon said as it flew down at lightning fast speed and struck the Primeape head on. It was easily knocked out in that finishing blow, sending it crashing into the wall not far from it’s trainer. The crowd soon roared in excitement from the spectacular move by the girl trainer.
“No!” the man ranted. It was clearly obvious he was angry about his loss. “How could a little girl like her defeat a three time winner?”
The judge looked over the scene though no one would question the girl had just won and he shouted out, “Primeape is unable to battle, the winner of this week’s Pyrite Colosseum knock out challenge is Heather from Agate Village!”
“Alright! Way to go Scyther!” the girl said as she raced for her Scyther. She felt a rush of emotions tie up her heart and she burst with laughter but was crying at the same time as well. After all when it is your first victory in a tournament you would get pretty excited too, wouldn’t you?
“Scyther!” the Pokémon said while dancing around with its bladed arms. Heather raced over to Scyther who was bruised and battered from the battle and hugged her victorious partner.
“You haven’t heard the end of this!” the opponent said as he recalled his Pokémon. He was dusty and red in the face. It was clear he was a bit of a sore loser especially considering he lost to a girl who did not meet his standards of a trainer.
“Dude just chill out.” The judge said. “It is just a simple tournament. It’s not like the Orre Championship.” Nevertheless the losing trainer stomped out in anger. While the girl fell to her knees in happiness. “Congratulations, Heather.” The judge said.
“Thank you.” Heather said as she bowed to the judge. It was clear she was shaking all over in excitement and she was sweaty from the intense battle and her face was soaked in her own tears. She began to turn red in the face as well, though it was in embarrassment. She slowly came to her feet.
“Here is two thousand dollars for your victory. Please spend it wisely.” He handed a pre-loaded debit card with her award payment inside along with a small black granite plaque displaying her new title which said ‘Champion of Pyrite’ with the date right below that. She quickly placed the items in her handbag as she feared dropping them in her nervous tension.
“I will and I hope to participate here again someday.” Heather said with the most tense tone in her voice.
“Is there something wrong?” asked the judge looking concerned.
“No. No it is alright, I am... I mean... I never won a tournament before.”
The judge chuckled. “Yes, as I can see. However I never quite seen a reaction like yours before. Usually most trainers are bouncing on end on their first win and return champs usually just grab the cash nearly leaving the plaque and head out. You seem very appriciative. So I would like to ask that you continue to battle. Orre needs more trainers like you I think.”
“Thank... Thank you.” Heather replied.
She looked up into the rusty old Colosseum and saw that there where hoards of people waving to her and calling out her name. Never before had she received such applause. She gave one final wave then headed for the exit slowly. The crowds continued to cheer on Heather as she left the building. Outside it was another hot and musty day. Heather quickly worked her way out of town however her friends caught up quickly.
“Heather!” another girl cried out. Heather turned around to see a girl about the same age as her, though she had blond hair and her eyes were green. She was your typical beach girl in the lands of Orre. It was Friday so she had to wear blue mostly as her extensive wardrobe coordinated to the days of the week. This other girl raced for the new winner.
“Andrea, did you see my win?” Heather asked with a great amount of excitement in her voice. Her face was still a little bit pink.
“Of course I did silly! I wouldn’t be shopping at the general store during your battles. It was so great!” Andrea replied.
“Hey that was a great move at the last second there.” said a boy who appeared to be a few years older than that of Andrea and Heather. He looked like any other young man of Orre wearing a T-shirt with denim jeans. His appearance was rough around the ages yet maintaining a teenager look about him.
“Thanks Shawn.” Heather said. “Well we better get home before it gets too late.”
“Yeah I think you started some unneeded rivalries in this town now.” Andrea replied.
Heather, Andrea, and Shawn headed for a hovercraft near the police station. They all got in and took off to the Northwest. Once they cleared Pyrite, Shawn kicked up the gas and speed across the unmarked lands of Orre. Hovercrafts and bikes replaced the need for cars nearly thirty years ago, leaving the lands untouched and free of roads. Mesas and Plateaus seem to fly by as Heather looked to the North. She could see beyond the smaller hills the towering Mt. Battle, a daunting peak that also hosted some of Orre’s finest events.
The journey home was without incident and the weather was gracious as the hot and barren deserts of Orre began to cool off for the evening. It was an about an hour since their departure from Pyrite when the lands started to turn green and the sun was setting. They finally got into Agate Village just before dusk.
Heather waved goodbye to her friends as they retired into their homes which lay near the river. Heather took a slow walk up the hill past the Poke Mart to her home which was the highest tree in the village. In Agate, most of the residents were retired from the days of training Pokémon. Their homes intertwined with the forest and all who lived there were one with the life of the forest. Heather was no exception despite her young age.
A few stars started to shine to the east and the gentle winds blew across the grassy paths in the village. Her home was lit as her great-grandmother was preparing supper. It smelled like tomato soup which if anything was Heather favorite flavor when soup was served. She opened the door and received a warm welcome.
“Good evening, Heather.” Her great-grandmother said.
“Hi Grandma!”
“How are you tonight?” The elderly lady asked as she slowly lifted herself from the chair she was sitting in.
“Great.” Heather replied. “I just won my first tournament.” She then reached into her handbag and showed the plaque she received from the judge.
“Well that is absolutely splendid.” The old woman said, “You are becoming just like your father.”
“Yeah, I guess I am...” Heather said as she smiled the best she could. The painful memory of her parents was a burden on her heart even to this day. It should be known that Heather’s parents are dead unfortunately. Her grandparents lived very far away and she only seen them a few times when she was really young. Her great-grandmother despite her very old age, now was the only thing left for her. “My Dad. I wonder if he won any tournaments.”
“Come Heather. Supper is ready for you. It will get cold if you dawdle.” This snapped Heather out of her trance as the aroma of her favorite smell was coming from the kitchen.
“It that tomato soup?” she asked with excitement.
It was once again a simple meal for Heather although it was delicious being Tomato Soup. After dinner she helped cleaned up the dishes and wished her great-grandmother a good night. After which she took a bath especially from being covered in dust from the city of Pyrite. She then retired to her room which was in the highest point of the large tree.
She walked out onto her balcony and looked over the endless landscape of the Orre region. It was a beautiful quiet night. She saw stars shining more brightly than ever. She reached for her chest and grabbed a pewter medallion that hanged around her neck. It in the center bore an insignia that showed a golden sun setting on a purple mountain with a crystal blue river flowing from the mountain parting green plains. It once belonged to her mother but after her death, Heather inherited the medallion. It was sort of a good luck charm to her in battle but otherwise it was her reminder of her lost family.
“Mom I won my first tournament.” Heather said to the stars in the sky.
Heather continued to look across the deserts of Orre in search of Pokémon flying through the night. She then could see a bright light in the distance and she knew it was Realgam Tower in one of their championship tournaments. She dreamed of competing in that tournament for it was her one goal as a trainer.
After a bit of daydreaming she opened her eyes to the sounds of some commotion below the Pokémon Center. Heather saw two shadowy figures walking into the secret cave. She wondered who would possibly be going into the scared forest at this time of night so she sneaked out of the house after getting some new clothes on and waked down to the lower parts of the village. Heather carefully approached the entrance, making sure her hiking boots did not snap any fallen branches on the ground.
However before she could go in she heard the hasty footsteps of the two strangers coming quickly. So she turned around and scrambled up the hill. She made for the Pokémon Center which was now closed for the night and hid in a nearby bush. Once she felt sure she was hidden from the intruders she studied them as they made their escape to a hovercraft across the river. She could barely tell the looks of the two however they looked like they were in some sort of uniform. They wore a round helmet and their eyes were covered by the shaded visor of the helmet.
“Is the coast clear?” One of the persons asked. It was hard for Heather to hear because of their distance but thankfully nothing else except for the faint cries of wild Pokémon in the forest was audible.
“Yes, lets get out of here. I don’t want to get the same rude awakening these losers are going to get.” Heather’s heart started to race. She didn’t know what they meant by their statement but it couldn’t be good. Once the two figures ran off into the dark desert, she left her hiding spot, dropped down to the path below, and raced into the cave.
Heather worked as fast as she could to make her way through the plant life that grew in the cave, it was becoming more and more impossible to make the passage through each year. It took some time to wander through the passage but soon she emerged on the opposite side of the village where the Relic Forest began. She decided to check the Relic Stone since it was the only man made (or at she personally thought it was man made) object in the forest.
Upon Heather’s arrival at the shrine, her heart skipped a beat when she saw a bomb tied onto the Relic Stone. A LED timer revealed it was only two minutes before it was to explode. Reaching into her handbag she rushed to find the fourth PokeBall in her order, which should be her Scyther. She called out her Scyther from its poke ball as she raced to the stone. “Scyther use slash to cut these ropes!” she screamed as she raced for the bomb.
“Scyther!” the Pokémon cried out as it quickly lashed through the ropes.
The bomb dropped into Heather’s arms and she started to race out of the forest. “Stay here Scyther! Don’t follow me!” She pleaded as she dropped her handbag which contained her other Pokémon.
She touched the relic stone to get her footing and it that moment her mind was filled with an image she couldn’t tell what she saw except her mind was clouded with a dark aura. Soon she regained her composure and focused to the emergency on hand. She dashed for the cavern. Her Scyther called out but she ignored it’s plea as she knew she couldn’t let anyone get hurt from the bomb. “Oh please no.” She said as she was beginning to panic.
Heather raced through the secret cave as fast as she could. There was only about 20 seconds when the entrance was within her reach. She desperately continued to race for the nearby river and with only five seconds to spare, Heather tripped on an uprooted tree branch and the bomb fell out of her arms. “Oh God, No!” she screamed as she crashed to the ground. However it slid and fell in the water. She regained her footing and started to make for a dash back for the cave’s entrance.
When the timer clicked zero it exploded and a tower of water came shooting up into the sky. Screaming in terror, Heather fell to the ground from the shock of the blast. Soon lights to nearby houses started to light up as the residents of Agate Village started to come out in curiosity of what happened. Heather was covered in water and mud that was a result of the explosion. Her Scyther came out of the cave and checked to see if its trainer was alright. Heather got up in slight pain and wiped the slime from her face.
“Heather!” cried out Andrea as she raced to her friend still in her blue pajamas. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” Heather said with a sigh of relief as she looked back to see only mud covering the landscape around her.
“What happened!?” cried out the village elder clearly in a fit from being awaken from his deep sleep. Heather came to her feet and approached the elder. After a moment of explanation, Heather led the elder and her friends into the forest and showed the rope which tied the bomb. Soon it wasn’t long before Heather started to receive praise from the other villagers for saving the relic stone. “That shrine is all too important to protect.” The elder said. “You did a very good thing however I wouldn’t have wanted you to risk your life over it. It doesn’t matter now because what is done is done. You’re going to be quite the heroine around here now.”
“Thank you, Elder.” Heather replied as she turned red just like from the tournament.
“Now I suggest you get yourself a bath and a good night’s rest. I’ll make sure the Pyrite Town Police learn of this and we’ll watch over the shrine tonight.”
“Very well.” She said as she yawned. It was clear to anyone that she was now fatigued from the combination of events that took place throughout the day. She, escorted by Andrea, was walking up to her home to finally get some sleep.
“So what got into you?” Andrea asked. “You could have been killed.”
“I don't know. I just had to do it. I was desperate to save the shrine though I never knew what the relic stone is all about.”
“They say it can open the hearts of Pokemon. At least that is what my uncle tells me. Though he won't explain that and I can't figure out what he means by that.” Andrea then yawned. “Well I'd almost say you owe me for waking me up like that but it wasn't your fault...” *yawn* “in the first place.”
They then reached Heather's front door, she was still dripping in mud. “Thank you Andrea. Thank you for being here with me always. You are a good friend.”
“You are just a good person to be a friend with.” Andrea replied. “Now get some sleep. You've got work tomorrow.”
“What? What do you mean? Wait!” Heather cried out but Andrea ran back down the hill without looking back. This was not the first time, but it would usually left Heather anxious knowing her friends had something planned for her the next morning. However this time she was exhausted and to make manners worse her great-grandmother opened the door, terrified to see her great-granddaughter bruised and covered in mud. “Um... hi Grandma.”
She then left her shoes outside and carefully made her way to the bathroom to clean up. She then spent most of the late-evening explaining to her great-grandmother what went on. After all of this she was wiped out and decided to go to bed. She took off her medallion setting it on the table next to her bed. She laid back and looked out her window and continued to watch the stars. It wasn’t long before she fell into a quiet deep sleep.
Meanwhile the two shadowed figures watched the village from a cliff far away making sure they were out of sight from the eyes of the village. “What happened? I thought the river wasn’t supposed to explode.” One of the men said.
“You idiot! Of course it wasn’t supposed to explode. Someone found the bomb and tossed it there before it exploded.” The other replied.
“Who did it?”
“I don’t know yet. So keep quiet and let me look.” The second figure continued to watch the crowd and noticed Heather who was covered in mud. “Her! It must be. She is a mess that only that bomb could have done.”
“Who? Let me see!”
“You dimwit! Back off! Dang it. The boss is going to pound us for this failure.”
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