《Pokémon: World of Adventure》


 Prologue

    Morning in Viridian Forest. Spring foliage is coming in to bloom. Gentle sounds of wind rustle through tall grass. Sunlight filters through thin clouds above, shimmering across gentle hills and dense trees.


    Morning in Viridian Forest. Two ten year old boys are playing with a pikachu and a camera. Every passing pidgey, every unusually shaped rock, is faithfully pointed at, shouted at, and recorded. Pikachu scampers ahead and up a tree sometimes, only to run right back as soon as the boys stop next to a new flower. A shrub''s branchesare carefully pushed aside to reveal a litter of eevee kits. The boys coo over them until the mother snaps, sending the boys running away with cries of surprise and delight. Pikachu follows them again after sniffing the shrub.


    Morning in Viridian Forest. The boys check the sunand realize that it will be lunch time soon. They argue over which tree they should climb to see which way town is. One tree is very tall and they can see a long way from the top, but the other tree is long and low, with strong branches. One boy is about an inch and a quarter taller, and that makes up the difference for the shorter tree, so up he goes.Up the tree, the branches make it hardto see very far. But, there definitely seems to be something not too far away. Not swaying brown trees, but gray, unyielding concrete. This merits closer inspection.


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    Morning in Viridian Forest. Two little boys and a pikachu are sneaking along a wire fence that hums with electricity, keeping wild pokemon away from the blocky nondescript buildings. The boys can see the R faded on the doors, and know to keep themselves quiet and hidden. The camera makes a loud click, but no one else is around to hear it. One of the buildings has a wind sock. The wind has been consistent all morning, and the boys realize which way home is. They look at each other to make sure they''re on the same page, thenpikachu''s ears perk up. A door is opening. The boys go very still, and pikachu follows suit. Four men exit one of the buildings, conversing in low tones. Two of them are wearing black jumpsuits with a red R on the front. They point to the fence, to another building, and the other men nod along. The boys'' eyes widen. One of the men, stocky with short brown hair, is easily recognizable to them as the Viridian City Gym Leader! Without thinking, the camera is pulled up and a photograph is taken. The sound seems deafening to the boys, who are now frozen in horror. The four men, a mere thirty feet away, all swivel to the boys'' position. The Gym Leader nudges his companion, a taller man with a cloth newsboycap.Theman pulls a pokeball from his belt and starts towards the boys'' hiding place.


    Afternoon in Viridian Forest. It is done. The man''s scyther cleans blood from his blade. The camera is dashed to pieces. Mourning in Viridian City.

 Vs. Nidorino

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    mourned

 Vs. Golem

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 Vs. Squirtle

    ¡°Three minutes,¡± Giovanni counted again. He did a series of steps and shuffles into the dirt floor which might have been mistaken for dancing. To his team of powerful Ground-type Pok¨¦mon however, it was a complicated series of directions. The earth in front of Giovanni began receding a series of stair steps, which the Gym Leader descended. Which each step there was another shuffle, another careful shifting of weight, another signal. As if by magic the earth continued to obey its master. A laterally moving Earth Power attack closed the open space to the Gym. More Earth Powers and Hidden Powers continued to fold the world around Giovanni until he was in a small room, fully enclosed, with only Jesse¡¯s dirty form for company.


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    Lars gets the big picture. Team Rocket is a vessel under my command. I chart the course and enjoy my time in port. I have crews to keep it working, crews to move cargo, crews to keep things clean, and officers to manage all the crews.¡± He released Jesse and loomed over him. ¡°I have officers to manage officers. I have officers to manage the ports. None of them know me, and they don¡¯t need to. They do as they are told, because they are rewarded for obedience and disciplined stepping out of line. Kind of like training Pok¨¦mon.¡±

 Vs Pikachu

    Pokeball.


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    some noted locations, two empty Pokeballs, a letter which Owen had made their dad read until it was memorized, a small gasoline motor carefully disassembled with instructions, and a constellation of stars that had been carefully painted inside the attic. It didn¡¯t match any of the stars outside - he and Dillon had looked - but Owen was certain it had some special meaning regardless. Each treasure had contained a short note, or Brian¡¯s simple greeting from years ago. ¡°HF,¡± painted in the corner of the stars. ¡°Hey, Fighter.¡± No matter what, Owen was determined to find his brother and learn what the gifts had meant. Even if it meant keeping secrets.