Forestoak
Cosmic leech
"Sometimes, the unlucky few exceed the the rest."
Warning : Traumatizing experiences that may cause panic attacks, such as (but not limited to) poisoning, getting hit by pokemon attacks, suffocation, and getting drained by ghost types.
[I wish I could draw a cover. Oh well.]
[Time to get L-ed!]
Chapter 1 : Origins
Amphion Wehsis. That's me. Amphion is a common name for people with electric auras and/or psychic ones. I should've had one of them. Instead...I discovered something else. My parents said it was okay, over and over again, why electric pokemon didn't bond to me, neither did psychic. No dynamax power swirled around me nor did any mega power. It wasn't until I overheard my parents talking about what I actually was. Someone auraless. Maybe I should explain.
Aura is a person's "magic power". They have a certain type, each attuned to one of the 18 types. Besides a few, such as normal, dark, fairy, and dragon, only one aura type could control a pokemon of each type. Additionally, each aura had "markings" or things that let them use mega power, z moves, dynamax power, and terralization power. There were hybrid auras too, an aura with multiple powerful properties. Aura controlled effectiveness of moves, what pokemon liked you best, and so much other things. Each aura had its own moves-fighting auras might have an "ultimate" move such as strengthen, increasing attack 4x, like belly drum without the recoil. The day my parents learned, it was a really happy day, just before we went to the doctor's office. My memory is fuzzy on what made it happy, but I remember sheer joy before...what happened. When the doctor told my parents, they refused to believe. But it was concrete. Both had hybrid auras, with both dynamax and mega along with ultimate moves using z moves. I should've had developed a small aura when I was born and most people with that kind of aura bearing parents had already become champions when they were 11 or 12 (not for long though, I suppose) and became the bane of evil teams around the world.
That didn't stop me. I tried. Again and again. I struggled, harder than anyone else, advancing quickly in subjects, any that would help me with pokemon. No one was hostile toward me and often, my friends helped me with the homework requiring an aura (like catching pokemon and not getting maimed). It still hurt though. Even though I'd worked so hard, I wasn't even at my start line. I'd never be. Never. Ever. Be. Seriously. It's like when you fail that challenge to get a job. You're a freeter. You have nowhere to go. Cut completely. Oh wait, that is the challenge to get a job-what aura do you have? Wow. Depressing, right?
So maybe, that's why a miracle had to happen, or else...the world would have a very different history than it does now. Maybe it was luck. Maybe not. Either way, I was heading to the nightly tournament. Every town was required to have one, so that more and more trainers would come into the spotlight. Of course, it was also the hot spot for pokemon thieves (despite not being to actually do stuff with the pokemon, they still do it). See what's coming? Guess. And don't look at the next paragraph, cheaters!
If you guessed a thief tried to steal my nonexistent pokemon, you're right. Congrats, you win a million poke! Really, it was kind of stupid how I got mugged, so I'm not going to talk about that. Instead, let's skip to the part where I'm saved by the champion of the world. Oh no, I have to tell you that part? I'm supposed to make you laugh? IT'S NOT FUNNY!!! You still want me to tell you? It involves me being suffocated! Although, I did put that warning, so fine, I'll tell it.
I was walking through a old, shut down factory, one that I always take to go to the southern part of downtown. Tonight, it was strangely silent, no rolling of voltorb, no drip of grimer, no screech of metal of rusty klinklang. I suddenly heard a bang and a can rolled away as soon as I turned around. A chill ran up my spine. "Uh...who's-" Something unpleasant filled my nostrils and the stench alone would've left me paralyzed, but no, I mean something actually filled my nostrils. A liquid-ish substance that similarly coated my legs and tied up my arms. Purple. A wall of purple seemed to enclose me too, some of the poisonous substance leaked through my lips. It tasted...for lack of a better word, vile. Heart stopping vile, in fact. Then it started to come even closer, squeezing me like laundry. My panicked brain hysterically shouted at me about how I shouldn't commit suicide through suffocation, before realizing that I wasn't trying to and that the lack of oxygen was because...a...mu-
I lost conscious, and remained like that until a hour later, when Balin (the last champion, current in the story I'm telling, and descendant of that dude named Gladio in a legend apparently. He was wide supported except for those groups of people who thought that type changing pokemon like kecleon, palafin, and melotta shouldn't be allowed in official pokemon battles. They no longer exist because-whoops, spoiler!) was shaking me and yelling gibberish (a habit he had, I later learned to wake up people.)
"Yo! You're awake! I was starting to think I should send you to the ER! Anyhow, I gotta go, there's sightings of a dangerous ghost pokemon around here..." With that, he ran off. I blinked, and the world focused back again. Coughing, my still blurry brain tried to focus. "Wait! Stop!" Somehow, I managed to stand up and start running. He turned back to me with a confused look (with a bit of annoyance?) His voice certainly sounded confused too. "Er, yes? I do have to go, you know."
Wow, I was more nervous than I thought I'd ever be. Time to ask the big one. The. Big. Question. "D-do you think...an auraless person would be able to become...a trainer?" He fully turned to me, and in a deadpan voice said :
...I don't want to remember. Ever. It was like-like a few hundred punches. Balin's voice typically was cherry and fast paced. Then...it was the opposite. I stood there in stunned silence, watching as he left. Rage suddenly ignited. I didn't get a chance! How come others got one, two, three, or (mostly) infinite?! I never really felt that. Diligence always succeeds, right? But no. A big, fat, stupid no! It wasn't remotely fair! The rage I felt was like a huge fire burning, an total inferno which I didn't want to stop.
I left.
I can't recall how much time passed after that. I just ran from the area, in a random direction, passing through parts of the town I never knew existed, everything becoming blurred as I raced past, still fuming. The moonlight seemed to glow red, just like everything else. I still was angry, and every thought fueled my fury.
More and more. More and more...I finally was out of the town, far from the roads, with no civilization in sight except the town behind me. But I didn't look, my depressing situation angering me further still.
I expected myself to run out of breath any second, but it never did, my rage pushing me past my limit...except when i fell. Panic seized me, I was at least a mile away from the town, alone and falling from a high cliff, or so it looked like. I thudded on the sandy beach, unmoving.
Morning light washed over the beach when I woke up, in front of what seemed to be a dark cave. Many existed, but this oen seemed...different? More concerning, the cliff was gone. It was like I was in a different place, far from where I should've been. With no choice, I entered the cave.
