My first...ehem...real fanfiction.
Ok, I'm just warning now that this could be Grantedshippy...that's a definite maybe...
I've been relying on chapter guides for the manga and this probably isn't accurate. Cut some slack for mistakes! The dream is just a random jumble of past events I made up.
Disclaimer: I don't own pokémon.
Aerocky: Man, I hate Yellow...
DE: You don't have to read it...
Aerocky: Kewl! Is it ok if I go and get some bubble wrap?
DE: I guess...
Aerocky: YAY! (eats bubble wrap)
Ok, ignore her. She's just my psychotic level 90 Aerodactyl who sings and eats to much bubble wrap. Well...here's the first chapter...
Blackthorn city was the last place you would expect someone with a bad experience of Dragon pokémon to be. It would be a ridiculous idea, as Dragons were discovered in all possible places: around lamp posts, signs, houses, shops, the gym, the lake, the Dragon's Den, the pokémon center and people.
Of course, getting up early was a good idea as well, if you didn't want to hit the mass onslaught of Dragon Trainers at mid-morning. Being a resident of Blackthorn, Clair couldn't turn left or right, or even up or down in some cases, without seeing a caped figure rushing around in their slow preparation of Dragon Mastery.
She really didn't have the heart to tell some of them that they had no potential to be a Dragon Master. The training was long and harsh, and one mistake training a dragon type could turn the entire ordeal pear shaped. She would flinch as memories came back of a Dragonair that had somehow been taught a combo of Outrage and Twister. It had become confused and tied itself in a knot. Not good, considering this Dragonair belonged to someone with hints of potential.
But still, Clair enjoyed watching them try, and boy did they try! The sad thing was that they got in the way of those with the ability to become Dragon Masters. There was still the test though. She hadn't yet taken the test, but she was classed as a Dragon Master anyway. She only knew two people who had taken and passed the test. The people who had taken and failed were lying in the Blackthorn City cemetery.
The first person who had passed the test was her Grandfather. He had a strong will, even though he was senile, but in his youth training Dragons was his only dream and nothing but the Dragon's Mastery stood in his way. When he had passed that, nothing could stop him. This was 'grandpa's version' of the story that Clair had been told, she had no idea how twisted it had become through the many times of telling it. But she still admired him.
"Dragons live for a thousand years!" he would say to her. "And then they live for a thousand years."
This confused Clair, and it still did. She often said that if she had a penny for every time he said it, she would be rich.
The second person she knew had passed the Dragon's Mastery was never talked about any more. Whenever anyone brought up the subject they would be out of the Dragons den before they could say 'Elite Four'.
There were several words that were never spoken in the presence of Clair's family. These were words such as 'Elite Four' and 'Cerise Island', and for a reason nobody knew, 'Megavolt' and 'Hyper Beam'. But only if you wanted to be kicked around the shins by Clair, whipped or Slammed by a Dragonite, would you ever mention the 'L' word.
Life went on, trainers trained, Clair shrieked at all those using the 'unforgivable words', the Elder mumbled on about 'Dragons living a thousand years', Dragon Trainers with no potential struggled to control their pokémon and they were all unaware that there was no escaping their lives concealed from the past and dreams. Whilst the citizens of Blackthorn went on living their lives, a trainer arrived in the city.
A trainer in yellow arrived, a trainer with a Viridian Mind.
Yellow arrived at the pokémon center in Blackthorn city at sundown. She had looked all around the city, but all around it she had met the one thing her memories were haunted with:
Dragons.
The worst thoughts in her mind were filled with them. She knew they were nice pokémon, but had an awful experience of them.
The worst was yet to come.
She 'eeped' as a Dratini slithered past her. Yellow dashed through the automatic doors into the Dragon free pokémon center.
In the room she had been shown to, Yellow kicked of her boots. She winced as one of the spurs dug into her foot.
"OWCH!" said a voice in her head.
But it wasn't her voice...
No, she thought, I'm just overtired...
But just then, something extraordinary happened.
The skin around her cut glowed green and fused together. Yellow stared.
She couldn't use the Viridian Power on herself! That would be draining her own energy to heal herself; it would be pointless and impossible!
But she didn't care. She just needed rest. Yellow lay down and closed her eyes.
Fortunately, she was one of those people who could instantly blank their mind and snooze.
Unfortunately, that night would be far from undisturbed...
(DREAM)
Flash!
Yellow opened her eyes into the sunlight, radiant as ever, shafting through the trees.
It was familiar.
Wait a second! It was Viridian! Could this be a memory of birth?
But there was another flash and the scene changed...
She was riding a bike down a path cut through the dense foliage of the forest. Suddenly there was a roar...
Flash...
A Gyarados lying by a polluted lake and steadily boiling anger...
Flash...
Yellow put her hands carefully on the Gyarados' scales, but the power failed and only blood came off on her hands...
"GYARADOS, PLEASE!" The screaming erupted and ebbed in her mind as her tears blocked out the lost pokémon...
Anger rising...
Another flash...
The rain splattered down onto her but she didn't care, she had to save him...
"9...8..."
She grasped the rocky skin of the injured Aerodactyl and tried to drag it out from under the pile of rocks. It didn't budge, but Yellow didn't care...
"Aerodactyl, PLEASE! I will save you, or we'll both die here!" she cried out in a voice that wasn't hers.
"5...4..."
"AERODACTYL, MOVE!" The words echoed around the quarry...
Aerodactyl budged...
"2...1..."
The rocky dragon finally freed itself as the bombs erupted around the quarry, as Yellow's anger nearly did...
She wanted this dream to end...
Flash...
A Dragonair thrashing in the stormy sea, Yellow swallowing the salty water as she tried to drag the baby Dratini from the poachers...
NO! They can't do that!
Anger throbbing and boiling in her mind...
FLASH!
Finally, after all this time, she could finally show how she felt, get her own back on the whole of humanity. Finally the pokémon world would be free and perfect...
Lugia loomed overhead but the hope sank into darkness as her own voice rang out from a different person...she looked up to see herself hovering in the distance...
"PIKA, USE MEGAVOLT!"
The words tried to escape but the electric attack crashed into her body...anger zooming, hope reduced to zero and an anguished cry of despair as the pain coursed through her...
"NOOOOO!"
(END DREAM)
"NOOOOO!"
Yellow woke up screeching.
She rolled off the bed, still fully clothed, the lights of her room glaring. Her head hit the bedside table with a horrible clunk and she crouched on the ground, whimpering.
Her head was killing her...the dream was a powerful psychic or telepathic invasion...
But the person responsible for it was still in her thoughts...
"I'm not dead, Yellow."
Well, that's the end of the first chapter.
I like dreams from Lance's point of view. So evil and depressing...
Aerocky: So that's it? This is a one shot right?
DE: Aerocky, this is only the first chapter...
Aerocky: Kill me...
DE: Shut up. I'd rather you were annoying.
Aerocky: YAY! ANNOYING! ANNOYING! CAFFEINE! TOO MUCH GLUCOSE! (eats bubble wrap)
DE: Anyway, if you're reading this, please review fanfic! I won't put up more chapters if nobody reads or reviews...
Aerocky: Hey, that rhymed!
DE: (sweatdrops)