This is my first pokemon story and I hope that this is the right thread if it is not please move it - thanks! Also, when I add new parts, I'll just edit this post. Well, here I go!
The Suduwoodo stepped back. Worry showed on it’s face as the battle hardened Onix slowly advanced. “Suduwoodo, I have an idea!”, the girl behind him shouted. “Use your Sucker Punch and knock that Onix into the stars!” His hope renewed, he stepped forward to face the Onix. The Onix charged with a Tackle attack but to no avail. Suduwoodo’s Sucker Punch slammed into the Onix knocking it out. “Suduwood!-” Ffft. Fin’s mom, Mrs. Aliet, turned off the TV. “Mom! It was just getting to the good part!”, he complained. “Tomorrow is your 10th birthday. You need to go to bed now, if you plan on waking up in time for your Starter Pokèmon Ceremony.” “Yeah”, his brother Flint added, coming into the doorway. “You should go to bed; I’ve got to go watch some movies that aren’t appropriate for a small child’s eyes like yours.” He snickered. “Flint”!, Mrs. Aliet said, her eyes boring into him. “I’m just playin’” he told her, backing out of the doorway and walking downstairs. “It’s ok mom”, Fin said before she could ask him. “You sure? Well, go to bed for your big day tomorrow.” She kissed him on his forehead. “Eww! Mom!” Mrs. Aliet smiled, and walked out of Fin’s room, closing the door behind her. Fin flopped down on his pokèball decorated bed, and sighed. He set his Pikachu alarm clock for eight – his ceremony began at nine.
During the night, Fin dreamed he was flying – flying as fast as a Pidgeot. No, he was a Pidgeot. He laughed, a high, piercing, caw, and swooped through the air. He fought against mighty Staraptors and fear inducing Beedrill. They were all no match for him and the power of his awe-inspiring beak and talons. He cried loudly into the air – daring anyone to come and fight him in all his glory. No challenger’s approached and so, retiring, he roosted in a nearby willow.
He woke up, feeling well rested and majestic, even without any memory of his dream. He yawned, stretched, and then looked at the time. How could he have been so stupid! It was the crack of seven in the morning. “I must be mad”, Fin said to himself. “Who in their right mind wakes up at seven?” He stretched again. “Well, might as well get ready.”
The Story
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Fin Aliet
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Fin Aliet
The Suduwoodo stepped back. Worry showed on it’s face as the battle hardened Onix slowly advanced. “Suduwoodo, I have an idea!”, the girl behind him shouted. “Use your Sucker Punch and knock that Onix into the stars!” His hope renewed, he stepped forward to face the Onix. The Onix charged with a Tackle attack but to no avail. Suduwoodo’s Sucker Punch slammed into the Onix knocking it out. “Suduwood!-” Ffft. Fin’s mom, Mrs. Aliet, turned off the TV. “Mom! It was just getting to the good part!”, he complained. “Tomorrow is your 10th birthday. You need to go to bed now, if you plan on waking up in time for your Starter Pokèmon Ceremony.” “Yeah”, his brother Flint added, coming into the doorway. “You should go to bed; I’ve got to go watch some movies that aren’t appropriate for a small child’s eyes like yours.” He snickered. “Flint”!, Mrs. Aliet said, her eyes boring into him. “I’m just playin’” he told her, backing out of the doorway and walking downstairs. “It’s ok mom”, Fin said before she could ask him. “You sure? Well, go to bed for your big day tomorrow.” She kissed him on his forehead. “Eww! Mom!” Mrs. Aliet smiled, and walked out of Fin’s room, closing the door behind her. Fin flopped down on his pokèball decorated bed, and sighed. He set his Pikachu alarm clock for eight – his ceremony began at nine.
During the night, Fin dreamed he was flying – flying as fast as a Pidgeot. No, he was a Pidgeot. He laughed, a high, piercing, caw, and swooped through the air. He fought against mighty Staraptors and fear inducing Beedrill. They were all no match for him and the power of his awe-inspiring beak and talons. He cried loudly into the air – daring anyone to come and fight him in all his glory. No challenger’s approached and so, retiring, he roosted in a nearby willow.
He woke up, feeling well rested and majestic, even without any memory of his dream. He yawned, stretched, and then looked at the time. How could he have been so stupid! It was the crack of seven in the morning. “I must be mad”, Fin said to himself. “Who in their right mind wakes up at seven?” He stretched again. “Well, might as well get ready.”
