Summer
9am
Hidden within the massive Pinwheel Forest, there was a large village.The village was often considered to be underground due to the valley that it was so lowly built in. It's a lovely village, though I might say. Three parts were surrounded by water while the back part was surrounded by forest. Within that Village was a massive mansion on a hilltop, a University, fields of crops of all sorts, many homes, and many shops. It was early morning and there were people and Pokemon alike bustling around busily with streamers, gift boxes, platters of food, and other various things that one might see at a celebration. What was this place? Who were these people? And what were they so excited about? Well, now. Let’s look deeper into this picture and watch firsthand…The story of The Chosen Ones.
The place was called Pinwheel Village – A Utopia hidden deep within Pinwheel forest. The people who lived there lived in perfect harmony and as equals with their Pokemon. They were an Arceus-fearing people who were quite religious and held strong respect for the old ways. They were people from an ancient bloodline of folk who had been waiting for eight small children to be brought to them by Guardians. After their years of wait, the children began to come to them with their Guardians one-by-one. They began to train these children and teach them all that they could about right and wrong. Battling with Pokemon, respecting Pokemon, and basic care for Pokemon. It does sound quite a bit like these children were whisked away and kept there, doesn’t it? They weren’t. When they were ten years old, they were free to leave the forest and explore either alone or together. But a Mentor would leave with them so that they could continue their training while they were away from the village and they would always come back every two months if not before and weren't released for another five months. Some of them went out and made themselves famous. Others were content with just exploring. Most of them would stop by to see their parents. But, they were home now. Home for the final time for a long time.
These eight young men and women were special – They were Chosen Ones of a prophecy, destined to save and protect the world. It seems like a lot for such young people, but they took it surprisingly well. Or at least most of them. Which is why they are the Chosen Ones. Unlike any other humans, they actually understand Pokemon speech and can communicate back. They have a unique connection to all Pokemon – Especially Pokemon of their own Type. And especially Arceus. Arceus often delivers unto them dreams, showing them fleeting images of Artifacts that it left behind for them. Artifacts that could control or destroy life as they knew it. Or, if in the right hands, they could bring balance and harmony. But, now I’m babbling. Let’s move on to the story of their journey.
There was a mansion on a hill with a river running by it within Pinwheel Village. This was the place where the eight young men and women were raised together and taught together. In the kitchen of this place, soft candlelight caught on the soft, tan flesh and ebony tresses of a young woman that was bustling around, preparing a lavish cake. The cake was getting bigger and more extravagent with each layer she added, decorations and icing not once being spared. It was obvious that she had been working on this cake for hours – If not by the fact that there were seven tiers – Then from the lavish designs upon them. Delicate red flowers of icing dotted the outer edges while the sides were laced intricately with iced designs in shades of blue, the whole cake covered by her own secret recipe icing of sweet taste. On the inner edges of each tier were Liechi berries that surrounded the base of the next tier, though the top tier was adorned only with a Watmel berry that had been cut delicatly to resemble a Gracidea. It wasn’t perfect, but it was quite good. It was obvious that the young woman loved to cook. With shining blue eyes, the woman looked down at herself and huffed; She was covered in berry juices, flour, egg yolk, and icing. She would leave the cake to be escorted to the Ceremony Site by the waiters. Untying the apron from her waist, she quickly left the kitchen and began her descent up the stairs and to her own room, avoiding people if she could. Inside her room, a Dragonite was curled around a cerulean egg that had a tuft of black fluff on the top of it –That was her Deino egg that her parents had given her on her last visit. She was letting Atreyu help her hatch it. Resting atop of him was an Altaria that had a semi-swollen belly. Melody and Atreyu had been flirting a while and even got to the point that they were serious. That explained why he was so intent on honing his parental skills as of late. Also in her room was a Shelgon of olive color sleeping under a pile of blankets – Mint didn’t move very much since her evolution a few months ago. There was also an Axew and a Gible snoring on her bed with a pile of fluffy pillows – Ashdir and Chomper were the best of pals and hardly separable. Shaking her head, she stripped off her clothes and tossed them into a hamper before dashing to the shower where she spent twenty minutes running hot water over her body before bathing. Smelling like fresh Gracideas, she finally jumped out after another twenty minutes and began to dress. Her Pokemon were still sleeping. She smiled softly as she adorned an extravagant crimson dress that she had bought only two weeks ago for this special day. Her brother and his Mentor had fashioned her a rose choker to match, and she wore that as well. She stopped to take a few moments to update her website. There were a slew of questions that people had left her and she tried her best to answer most before posting her ‘Daily Breeding Tip’.
Don’t try to rush hatching your egg. Make sure that you take care of it as you would a Pokemon that’s already been born. Keep it warm and talk to it. Even play music for it! And if you have a Pokemon that’s expecting, having an egg around is a great way for them to tap into their inner parent!
All done with that, she finally decided to leave and head for the garden until she and the others were called upon. As usual, she went barefoot, her feet hidden away by the skirt of her dress, grabbing her sketchpad and a pencil on her way out of the door. Out in the garden, she did her best to ensure that she didn’t dirty her dress, taking a seat upon a stone bench. There were many Pokemon lounging about, though one in particular approached her and bumped it’s head against the young woman.
Are you excited?
Of course I am! We’re finally going to begin our journey!
You’ll be realizing your destiny soon with the others.
Who do you think the Elder will appoint as the leader?
I’m not quite sure – It looks to be between you, Oliver, Morgana, Fabian, and Mavish.
I can't wait to find out. I'm sure that the others would make fine leaders.
Aye, they would. There’s also going to be a surprise at the Ceremony…but I won’t tell.
The Latios ambled away before taking off into the sky to stretch out her wings, leaving Miu to continue their drawings at the end of their conversation that had taken place without a single mouth opened. She hummed to herself, a light smile on her face.
“Ki-yah!”
“Urgh! Ka!”
“Kukukuku! You two should stop so we can go get cleaned up.”
In the forest on the outskirts of the Village were three people – A young man with raven colored hair tied into a ponytail, an older woman sporting blonde and brunette waves under a black beret, and an older man with chestnut curls. Both of the men were shirtless as they engaged in hand-to-hand combat. The man with chestnut hair had his leg extended to the younger man’s face who had grabbed his foot with his hand and held it there. “Alright, alright.” The young man with golden eyes released the other and smiled brightly. “Can’t wait to see you guys there!” Before either of them could get in a word, the young man had taken off down the path to the mansion. The Mentors were behind him, but walking at a leisurely pace. The slow rising sun was beating down upon him, making the sweat that clung to every rippling muscle gleam. He couldn’t help but crack a grin as some of the women he passed lightly swooned – Way to build his ego. Oliver dodge through the garden and only paused to see his sister, though he was jogging in place as he talked to her. “Hey! Gonna shower, grab breakfast! Meet cha back here!” Before Miu could say anything, he was off and away into the house. He scaled the stairs with little difficulty and dashed into his room. He had a rather large four poster canopy bed that wasn’t anywhere near close to being made; Upon it, there were six Pokemon piled upon and curled up next to one another: Belladonna the Bellossom, Sage the Pansage, Dahlia the Lilligant, Sweet Pea the Leavanny, Scilla the Shaymin, and Strelitzia the Leafeon. They stirred only just a bit as he closed the door silently behind him. He tore away the pants and other things that he wore before spending a total of thirty minutes showering. When he re-emerged, he was wearing a formal suit and had his hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. He glanced over at his Pokemon with a light smile, going over to pet them all. “You all had better be at the ceremony today.” His voice was a whisper before he got up and departed to the garden, stopping in the kitchens to grab a small bagel. Arriving there, he took a seat next to his sister and peeked over at her drawing. “Why’re you always drawing pictures of Fabian? It’s creepy.”
She blushed deeply with both embarassment and anger. “Shut up, Oliver!” Miu looked to her twin with infuriated golden eyes. “I’m letting you know before we even leave: You may be my brother, but don’t forget that I’m eight minutes older than you. I’m not a little girl and you need to stop treating me like it. I hate it when you stop guys from even holding idle chatter with me. I’m socially awkward with males enough for them to think me a fool; I don’t need you to add on to my embarassment. Now, Arceus-damn it! From here-on-out, any time that you try to prevent me and a male from speaking, I’m going to punch you in your gut! Understood?” She was normally a quiet girl, but she was known to get rowdy with her brother. Though, this was the first time she showed any true anger towards him outwardly. She then went back to her drawings, leaving him to process her words with his jaw agape. “I’m sorry, Miu. But I can’t help it. I’ll…I’ll tone it down.” He sat there, twiddling his thumbs some as he watched his sister move from sketch to sketch, never staying on one for too long – This journey brought out changes in them even before it began.
As he sat there, Miu got up in a huff with her things, heading deeper into the gardens where she soon felt her body slam into something and found herself falling. It was only by a miracle that Lati was nearby, catching her with his wing. She blinked slowly as her sketches floated down all around her. “Nyeh...” She let out her usual strange sound of confusion, looking to see who it was and found that it was Fabian.
“Where the fuck is everyone else? They should be here already. I bet their lazy asses are waiting for their Pokemon to wake up. Or just waiting on someone to come and get them. Lazies!” A young woman sporting a form-fitting green dress was pacing the grass near the side of a lake on the far side of the Village. Her crimson tresses were done up into nice curls that were piled some upon her head while the others cascaded down her back. Standing silently nearby her were a group of Grass-Type Pokemon that were all her own. Each one of them were named after their attitudes – All of them as fierce as their companion and trainer. Barbarous the Carnivine, Vehement the Roserade, Malign the Abomasnow, and Impetuous the Serperior. The only one of the Pokemon that didn’t have a fierce nature was the one perched on her shoulder, patting her cheek to sooth her; Celebi. Celebi had no name given because Morgana didn’t want to change anything about her Guardian and didn’t feel that it was her place to give Celebi any other name.
“Bi, bi! Celebi! Celebi bi!” (You’re so tense, Morgana. You should really loosen up some.)
“Ugh! I know, but how can I when I’m the only one here? Are the Mentors even ready? What about the Elder?!”
She huffed softly as she began to wring her hands together some, anxious about the pending quest. Morgana had been tense and more short-tempered than usual the past few days as the Ceremony grew closer and it hadn’t been easy on anyone. She was the Professor of the group – Always trying to instill her knowledge with a firm hand and often talking about things that she saw as simple, but usually went over the heads of everyone else. She only wished that her family could be here. That they could see her and be proud of the things that she was going to accomplish. A sigh left her as she sat down in a decorated chair, letting Celebi braid some of her curls. Her Pokemon gathered at her feet and sat near her, offering kind smiles and thoughts.
“I just want this day to end and for us to be gone soon…” Leaving home and loved ones was never easy. And the longer she stayed here, the harder it would be for her.