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Legends of Hoenn: The Spirit Shrines

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, or any characters from the games/anime that may appear in my story, wish though I might. OCs, such as Lyra, are mine however.

A/N: I am most definitely not a Pokemon expert, so if you find any data errors in my story, don’t hesitate to drop a line.

Rating: PG-13



Lyra is an ordinary orphan on the streets of London, or at least she was up until the point where she is dragged into another world through the powers gracing a dying Pokemon’s last breath. Suddenly, she finds herself in a world where miracles, love, and danger are all too real. As disaster strikes Hoenn, Lyra and her friends must fight to destroy Team Delude's plans of destruction...but that is much easier said than done. Their path twists and turns on an unpredictable yet amazing journey, til their fame and deeds are so great that their name is recorded as part of a legendary saga...the Legends of Hoenn.




“STOP THIEF!”

Lyra sprinted down the crowded street, black hair flying out behind her from under her beret. Thin, petite frame winding through the milling crowds, she held a small satchel protectively in her arms. Startled pedestrians glanced at her in alarm as she rushed by, wondering what on earth was disturbing the generally peaceful streets of London. Veins pumping with adrenaline and azure eyes bright with exhilaration, she stopped to look over her shoulder as she reached the end of the street. Her sharp eyes caught the retreating figure of the shop attendant, apparently given up on chasing her. She poked her tongue out at the man, grinning broadly in her victory, before opening her grey satchel.

Luminous grey eyes blinked up her curiously. Lyra smiled down at the kitten fondly, brushing its white fur with her fingers gently. It mewled softly.

“Don’t worry; those horrible laboratory people are gone now. They won’t harm you any more,” she said gently. The kitten seemed to understand somehow, and licked Lyra’s hand. She chuckled, and tickled the kitten some more.

“Hungry, eh? Don’t worry, we’ll take you home and give you some food. You can meet the rest of the family too!” Lyra grinned, and set off ‘home’, walking towards the sunset.

Soon they arrived at the entrance of a rather shabby looking house, complete with flaking paint and a rusty roof. Had the door not been broken, one could have read the words ‘St Theresa’s Orphanage’. Two haughty looking cats sat on the front porch, staring at the newcomer.

“I’m back! I brought someone with me too!” yelled Lyra as she entered the house, patting the two cats as she went. The interior of the house looked just as drab as the outside; furniture was either dirty or broken, or both, and the carpet was torn in several places.

As if through routine, Lyra immediately ducked as she walked through the broken door, narrowly missing a swiping hand just over her head. She then stood up, shoulders braced in preparation of what was to come.

“You’re late! Jessica and Abby are even asleep already! I’ve had to do all the chores around the house with absolutely no help all day and you come in smiling as if you’ve had the time of your life!” Lyra was tempted to block her ears at the hollering, but wisely decided against it. A fierce looking woman stood before Lyra, green eyes blazing as one hand swiftly grabbed Lyra’s left ear.

“Owww oww!!” Lyra cried, hopping up and down. “Stop already Tess! Look what I brought!” Tess looked suspicious, but reluctantly let go of Lyra’s ear, and glanced down at the kitten in Lyra’s arms.

Tess’s glacial eyes melted slightly, but her face struggled not to show it. She went over to the small fridge and poured some milk for the kitten, who seemed absurdly pleased at the sight, before turning back to Lyra, who tried her best to look as innocent as the kitten happily lapping up milk with abandon next to her.

“Ok, you’re off the hook this time. But if I catch you just once more…” Tess trailed off, eyes narrowing threateningly.

“Yes yes, I got it Tess,” Lyra said cheerily, waving over her shoulder as she trudged up the creaky stairs to her room, holding her grey satchel as she went. Tess simply sighed in exasperation.

As she reached her cramped room she fell in a slump on the thin bed, exhausted from the sprint earlier. It creaked slightly. She brushed her unruly black hair out of her face impatiently, before suddenly freezing altogether.

The room suddenly felt incredibly cold. Or was it her that was cold? Did she leave the window open? Lyra tried to get up and see, but suddenly couldn't move. She felt a prickling sensation all over her body, trailing from her head to her toes. Lyra was unable to move, breath, or yell, try as she might. Her eyes wide in fright, she wondered if she was about to die as she saw her vision blurring to black, and her mind retreating into darkness.

Help me…save my baby…help…

Faint whispers reached her ears- or rather her mind, as Lyra was quite sure she couldn’t hear anything at all. The voice was melodic, almost hypnotizing in its quality. She felt her heart wrench as the cries of the voice, and an inexplicable need to help. The cries got even stronger…as if the voice had gotten nearer…

Save my baby please! Someone…anyone…

The voice was getting desperate, as though it was in much pain. It felt so close now, resounding in Lyra’s mind. Lyra's head began to feel light..she was starting to lose consciousness...

HELP!

Lyra opened her eyes…to a whole new world.

Lyra opened her eyes…to a whole new world.

Gone was the cramped, musty room she was in just moments earlier, and in its place stood a magnificent forest alive with activity. Ancient, aromatic trees stretched upwards endlessly, as though they could reach the clouded, steel sky. The boughs of the trees were filled with small, strange animals; animals Lyra had never seen before. Colourful, bird like animals squawked overhead as they noisily ate berries from the trees, while along the lush grass, a small rodent helped a red caterpillar creature carry fruit into a tree hollow.

Lyra gazed in wonder at all this as she got up off the patch of grass on which she had been lying. She dusted off her beige dress and pulled a few strands of the grass out of her long black hair. She was still wondering what on earth had happened to her, when she heard a cry close by.

That voice. She recognized it. It was the voice from earlier that desperately needed help! Without hesitation Lyra sped off in the direction the cry had come from, long leather boots gathering grass stains as she raced through the forest.

Panting for breath, she reached a clearing in the forest. Her cerulean eyes widened in shock at the sight before her.

In the centre of the clearing stood a huge, brown figure, covered in dull white fur. Menacing, golden eyes peered out from above a sharp, long nose. Its arms looked like branches, and its long ears twitched at the sound of Lyra’s arrival in the clearing.

A soft, whimpering mewl drifted through the tense atmosphere to Lyra’s ears. She glanced down, and there, near the feet of the brown creature lay a bundle of tiny brown fur. It was covered in scratches, and trembled slightly. Lyra’s gloved hands tightened in anger at the creature that had hurt the baby animal.

The huge animal slowly lumbered towards the small animal. It had almost reached it, when suddenly, a lavender streak shot out of nowhere, jumping onto the long nose of brown creature with amazing agility, before swiftly moving to attack the creatures face.

Lyra stared in wonder at the new arrival. It looked feline, with long, slender ears and two tails. A red jewel shone dimly on its forehead, flickering crimson now and again- the colour of the blood that covered its body. The feline was hurt badly- yet seemed to show no sign of the pain. The feline leapt off the creature, before landing directly in front of the baby, body lowered in a tense crouch.

Don’t just stand there. The Shiftry will attack you too if you are too close.

Lyra blinked in surprise at the voice inside her head. It had come from the purple feline! Hastily, she took a few steps backwards from the creature she now knew was a Shiftry, to the edge of the grassy clearing. Remembering something, she tentatively thought in her head.

Why am I here? Did you bring me here? How can I help? Lyra’s mind was filled with unanswered questions, and it seemed that the feline was the only one that could answer.

Listen to me and listen carefully. There is a shrine not far from here- you will recognize it instantly. You must destroy this shrine- it is what is causing this Shiftry to act this way. It attacks the minds of grass pokemon- and the only way to stop this attack is to destroy the jewel that lies in the centre of the shrine, sending out psychic waves. I will distract him, get ready.

Ok. Mind whirling, Lyra attempted to swallow all this new information.

Suddenly, the feline launched into a new attack. The jewel on its forehead shone with stunning brightness, and shot out a beam of white light striking the Shiftry directly in the forehead. The Shiftry fell back in shock, and seemed to shake its head, looking around dazedly.

GO!

Lyra leapt to action, sprinting past the Shiftry through the clearing with all the speed she could muster. As she entered dense forest once again, she nimbly dodged the sticks and branches. The feeling was familiar- she felt like she was back in London again, dodging angry shopkeepers, and sometimes policeman. She ran desperately- knowing that time for the wounded feline was running out.

Then abruptly she saw it, and as the feline had said, recognized it instantly. A huge, circular slab of stone sat in the clearing, overgrown with grass of an almost fluorescent lime. The centre of the stone slab was cut out, and replaced with grass- but most unusually, grass planted in the shape of runes. The runes read around the circumference of the centre, spiraling hypnotically towards the centre- where upon the centre of a gigantic, yellow and green petalled flower, bathed in a beam of bright sunlight, lay a gleaming emerald jewel.

Without hesitation, Lyra ran towards the jewel, leaping up onto the slab of stone. But as she took one step upon the grass runes, she felt the ground beneath her feet start to shake. She tried taking another step, but as she did, her eyes widened in horror as the flower at the centre rose up from the ground, revealing a green head, with two orange flowers. It suddenly flipped, so its head was the right way up, but knocking the green jewel onto the grass rune floor. The creature advanced towards Lyra, its eyes clouded over in a green haze.

Suddenly, the orange flowers upon its head started emitting a pink dust into the air, and a sweet scent reached Lyra’s nose. Drawn to the beauty of the scent, Lyra unwittingly stepped closer to the flower creature.

As Lyra neared the creature, the scent abruptly stopped, and the creatures clouded eyes narrowed dangerously. Snapping out of her daze, Lyra sprinted towards the emerald jewel on the floor.

She was stopped though, as the creature began to spin around and the green and yellow petals on its skirt detached. They cut through the air, flying straight at Lyra.

Deciding it was to do or die, Lyra leapt through the air towards the jewel in one last mighty effort. She bit her lip in pain as she felt one of the petals cut into her arm, and another in her thigh. As she landed, her hands grabbed onto the jewel tightly. Just as the flower began to launch its next attack she held the jewel high above her in the air… before bringing it crashing down upon the stone slab.

The jewel smashed into a million pieces upon the stone, glittering in the sunlight like fairy dust. Abruptly, the stone slab beneath Lyra began to buckle, and suddenly cracked down the middle, creating a cloud of dust.

As the dust cleared, Lyra looked over at the flower creature. It looked around in a daze for a moment, widening its now clear, emerald eyes at the scene, before promptingly jumping off the slab, retreating into the forest, singing ‘Bellossom, Bellossom’ as it went.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Lyra limped lightly back to the clearing, where she saw the Shiftry had already left, leaving the feline and her baby. Eyes widening in concern as she saw the feline collapse to the ground, she raced to its side.

…you did it. Thank you, Lyra. Lyra heard the tired voice within her head, feeling the gratitude held in the voice with her very heart.

Are you ok? Is your baby hurt? Lyra asked, looking at the grave wounds on the felines body in worry.

My baby Eevee is hurt, but she will live. As for me…my time was up along time ago. Eevee is safe for now, so I am content. But before I depart- I must tell you why I brought you here to this world of Pokemon, and explain what is happening.

When I was being attacked by the Shiftry, my mind sent out psychic messages to anyone who might help. I am a psychic pokemon, so telepathy is a talent we all have. I knew that I could not defeat the Shiftry while still keeping Eevee safe, so I used all my power to bring someone to save us. It was meant for someone in this Hoenn region, but how you came here from another world is beyond my knowledge.

What I do know though- is this. You were called here, not only because I needed help, but because you belong here. It is impossible to go back to your world now. You have the aura of a pokemon trainer- and your affinity with animals on your world is no coincidence.

I am sorry I separated you from your world and family to come here- to this world that is becoming so tainted with corruption and evil. That shrine you destroyed was just one of many built by mankind. The shrines are built by a group of pokemon trainers corrupted by evil as a means of using psychic power to control pokemon. It enslaves our minds; it makes us prisoners within our own souls.

Whether or not to help is your own choice, I have no right to meddle in your life any further- but one last request, which I pray you will not refuse.

The feline gingerly got up, and limped over to her baby Eevee, licking its fur and wounds with care. The Eevee mewled softly, cuddling close to its mother.

As I leave this world, my eevee will have no one left. Will you accept Eevee as a pokemon, friend and companion for your journey on this world?

Lyra looked at the eevee, and felt her heart reach out towards it. Carefully, she bent down and picked up the small eevee, cradling its small, warm frame in her arms. The eevee purred softly.

I do. Lyra looked into the felines violet eyes in acceptance. She watched in sadness as the creature lay on the grassy floor, bathed in sunlight as the sun suddenly broke out from behind the clouds.

Thank you.

Its eyes slowly slid shut. Lyra heard a whisper in her mind, a feather brushing her heart.

Espeon. By the sunlight we live, and so do we die.



-whew- That's the end of the first chapter~! How do you guys like it so far? There will be many more characters introduced next chapter, and also the entrance of someone very special...^^

I thought the prougle was great im iching for more let me read Chapter 1 then I'll get back to you. The first chapter was intruging and very intense I cant wait for more you have a great talent with story creating

This is a very interesting story here, the plot was laid out well, and you do beautiful descriptions :3 Do look forward to reading more chapters!