Nightingale Chronicles

Ten year old Aria Nightingale is ready to start her journey as a Pokemon trainer. Unfortunately her mom has decided to say NO. First chapter of my new story.

 

Chapter 1

 

   There’s this thing that people keep talking about. They shout it to the heavens, the spend their lives, pondering it, questing to seek the answer. Some are born with it, some were forced into it, and some are just a little too curious for their own good. My point being, our lives are surrounded by the mysteries of our destiny. Whether it’s to be a good citizen or rule the world we all have our destines, it just takes a long time, and a lot of hard ship to find the right path. Many times we venture away from our paths, few ever find it again and are stuck in a rut for the rest of their lives, but for those who are able to climb out of the milky darkness, the become strong then those who haven’t fallen. I, myself, have gone through a lot of pain and hard times, but that’s not the only thing that we go through while on our paths. We experience happiness, sadness, victories, and loses, all the while growing, evolving into the person were supposed to be after we reach our destiny. This is a story of my destiny.

 

   I awoke with the sun shining and the happy thought of the days date. It was July 16, my tenth birthday.  I brushed my teeth quickly and took a show, all the while rehearsing the lines for my speech. This day would be a trade mark day in my life. The day I either set sail to Pallet town to begin my journey as a trainer, or another day I would spend, mucking out my grandfathers Rapidash stall. I dressed nicely, putting on a bathing suit under a dress my mother had made for me for the Pyro-Festival, something that was taking place the next day, and tip toed down the steps. My mother, a tall slender woman, was busy making breakfast, while humming the tune to one of her favourite shows. I glanced around making sure the coast was clear, though their wasn’t really anybody to worry about, and tip toed up to the dining table, sat down, put a cherry smile on my face, and opened my mouth to begin my speech.

“No.” My breath left me all too quickly and I erupted into a coughing fit.

“But you haven’t even heard my speech yet,” I whined.  My mother turned around and pierced me with a stare all to common around the island, and placed her hands on her hips.

“I don’t need to hear your speech, the answer is no, I am not letting you leave, to go on some wild adventure, all alone with a bunch of monsters that spit out fire and water, and hail down meteors. Not to mention the criminals, pedophiles, rapists, and rouge rapid Pokémon out there to hurt you. Your only ten, contrary to what some mothers do, I am not letting my ten year old little girl run around the world without any protection My answer has been and will always be, no.” She stopped her foot to make her words final.

I puffed out my cheeks and my chest in defiance, then allowed my head to cool, so I could speak in an even tone.

“The foods burning.” At first my mother just looked at me, until the reality of the words I had spoken settled into her brain.

“OH CRAP!” She shouted at the top of her lungs.  I was quiet sure everyone on the island had heard the remark.

She plopped the burnt food onto the plate and set it down in front of me, coarse and black.

“Mom, it’s burnt.” I poked at it with my fork and it deflated.  I loved my mom, no doubt about it, but she was not a very good cook. I could eat almost anything, just not her food.

“Fine, I’ll take you to the diner.”

   The diner was the place; everyone on the island went to for good food. It was also the place where most trainers came to get a good meal before spending the night at the Pokémon Center. Although the food wasn’t five star, it was traditional and it was good, especially the pancakes.  They had a mixture of berries to give it some extra kick, either way they were to die for. I sat on the bar stool, and ate contently while I presented my speech, making sure to pause at the right moments, to give it extra effect.

“Do you see now, being a Pokémon Trainer is a safe thing to do, and I will learn so much.” She shook her head.

“I said-” A yellow ball of fur jumped up on the table between us and pointed at my pancakes.

“Pika?” It was a cute little Pikachu. It continued to stare at my intently as my mom backed away in horror.

“Seriously, how can you be so afraid of it?” I tore off a small piece and handed it to the Pikachu. It smiled and devoured the piece, giving a satisfied burp of approval. I rubbed its cheeks in circles, something my grandfather had taught me. Certain Pokémon had points on their bodies that gave it stimulation, like a back massage for people.

“Cha” It replied contently.

“Wow, I’ve never seen him respond so well to people, he must really like you.” The Pikachu shook it heads and jumped over my head, I turned, excitement on my face. I never really had the chance to talk to another trainer before. He was a few inches taller then me. His black hair was mostly hidden under a ball cap and he wore a black t-shirt and blue jeans. Beside him was a girl about my age and a man much older, a little younger then my mother. I’d forgotten about my mother! I turned and saw she had relaxed after the Pikachu and jumped away, but she was still tense. The girl in the trio had orange hair and was wearing overalls that were cut into shorts, she was also carrying a small little egg with red and blue triangles on it. The older gut with them had brown hair and his eyes seemed to be shut. The older guy looked (I think he did anyway) over at my mother and dropped to his knees.

“You are so beautiful, your hair is like a Caterpie’s silk, and your skin is as pale as a Dewgong’s fur.” My eye twitched of the cheesiness of his comments. The girl grabbed his ear and pulled him away

“In your dreams lover boy” she sneered. I looked at my mom, a look of shock plastered on her face.

“Sorry about that, my names Ash Ketchum, the romantic, is Brock, and the rambunctious girl is Misty.” I nodded.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Aria and this is my mother.” Ash’s Pikachu jumped back over and landed on my shoulder and licked my cheek.

“Hey keep your Pokémon in their poke balls, or get out!” It was Sal, the diner’s owner. He didn’t mind Pokémon, just a long as they weren’t in his diner. Ash backed away and nodded.

“Sorry, hey see you around,” He turned to his friends and they left the diner, Pikachu on his heels.

“See trainers are good people and their Pokémon are nice.” She wasn’t listening, she was to busy trying to wipe my face.

“What if it had rabies, or Pokerus?” I shook my head. “Pokémon don’t get rabies and Pokerus just helps a Pokémon grow stronger over time.”

 

   We left the diner and parted ways, with my mom giving the words ‘I’ll think about it’ as she walked away, and I headed to the Pokémon Gym. You should probably know that my Grandfather is actually the Leader of the Cinnabar Gym, Blaine, and the Fire Master. I skipped along saying hello to all the locals, and entered the Gym. It was humid with the heat generated from the volcano below the island and the fire Pokémon training; it was the perfect place for a fire Pokémon to train. I spotted my Grandfather in the back getting Rapidash to run laps, as he counted the time.

“Good job, go get some water and take a break. Your speed has improved greatly since you been eating healthier.” She head butted him lightly, but continued on to get a drink. He spotted me and a smile appeared on his lips. I rushed toward him and he picked me up.

“Aria my girl, how are you? What did your mother say?” He was behind me becoming a trainer and proving him proud. I smiled widely.

“Although it’s not much she said, she would think about it.” He set me down.

“That’s an improvement; you may just get to go. If you went to Pallet town, which starter would you choose?” It was something that’d I’d always thought about but always came to the same conclusion.

“Charmander, because when it evolves into Charizard, which is a flying-fire type.” He patted my head.

“Good choice. Can you brush Arcanine’s fur, it’s a little matted from last nights storm when he went out to play with you.” I nodded and proceeded to where Arcanine was laying down.

“Hi Arcanine, sorry about your fur, would you like me to brush it for you?” He nodded and I picked up his brush. He was big and fluffy, and his fur was incredibly warm, but not in an uncomfortable sort of way. After about an hour, I was covered in fur and sweating.

“There all done.” His coat gleamed brilliantly.

“Good job sweetie, and Happy Birthday, see you at home.” I smiled and excited the gym, it was early after noon and the sun was beating down on me. I walked over to my favourite swimming hole and took off the dress, revealing my bathing suit underneath.  It was a small area of beach behind the gym. It was deep enough not touch the bottom, but didn’t go out far enough that Pokémon were a problem. I dived in and swam as far as I could before needing to come up for air. It felt cool against my skin and the salty air was calming. This was the beauty of Cinnabar Island.

Author's Note

Tell me what you think. You see anything that would be worded better feel free to tell me. Enjoy.