The Phoenix Adventures (1)
“Phoenix, you up there!?" I yell through the branches of a tree. It is only our second day since we left my home, Azalea Town, and I am hoping to get to Violet City quickly so I could get my first badge. “Yeah, I'm grabbing some Chesto...
The Phoenix Adventures (3)
Violet City "The City of Nostalgic Scents". Even the phrase sounds nice. The city itself looks almost like a town. There aren't any apartment buildings in sight, only a Pokemon center and scattered rustic-looking homes. Near the gym stands a tall...
Master Quest: The Prologue
In the year 2031, a team of 14 scientists, led by Dr. Jon Satoshi, began Project Prometheus. The goal of the project was to make real, living Pokemon. Satoshi, born in Japan but raised in America, was a big fan of the Pokemon show, movies, and games....
Master Quest: The Start of a New Adventure
"Ugh, it's so hot," thought Jason, who wore a red and black sweatshirt as he roared down the Florida interstate highway on his GX-7 motorcycle. He was on his way to his first Pokemon Battle Tournament, which was being held in Miami that weekend. He had...
Master Quest: The Training Begins
\*BING\* \*BING\* \*BING\* The Pokeball was handed back to Jason. "Your Chimchar has been fully healed," said the nurse at the Pokemon Center. After the last first-round battle of the tournament, Satoshi had announced that the start of the bracket...
Master Quest: A Shocking Confrontation
"And now," said the announcer, as Jason, Toby, and the other contestants of both ranks walked, side by side, into the stadium, "please welcome the trainers of this year's Pokemon Battle Tournament!" Marlins Park erupted with cheers from the thousands...
Master Quest: Jason vs. Alan; The Battle Heats Up
"Great job out there," Jason said to Toby and Rose as they walked back into the lounge. Rose ignored his compliment, but Toby gave him a high-five. "Thanks, dude," he smiled. Looking over at his previous opponent, he sarcastically said, "I hope you...
Master Quest 2: Choices
A single, flickering lightbulb was all that illuminated the raggedy, starving, old man dangling a few feet above the cold cement floor of whatever building he was chained up in. \*DRIP\*...\*DRIP\* Blood and sweat slid down the prisoner's face, rolled...