Tale Of The Guardian Master

Chapter 1 - Somber Beginnings...

The world of Pokemon... A world full of dreams and ambitions, of freedom and joy... But every coin has another side to it... And the world of Pokemon is no different. There are nightmares, there is destruction, there is abuse and grief. For all the steps taken forward by the people in this world, there have always been those who sadly step back, willing to show the worst of what the world has to offer to those willing to succumb to the darkness dwelling in every heart.  We have seen many unfortunate souls succumb to this sad fact as we have watched this planet throughout the years. But even so, those who follow the path deemed righteous have fought against those who are deemed unjust, an eternal battle that ensnares the world, that tests every heart, and along the way, often changes it... No matter if that heart is pure  or dark...  When are these changes for the better...? For the worse...? That... Is forever the question... And this... Is going to be the story of how a young man discovered the best and worst of this world first hand... And managed to find something amidst this forever revolving chaos that truly shows you that both, good and bad, in the end, always leaves a silver lining for those willing to seek it, hold onto it, and make something extraordinary out of it. Because what may be worth nothing, or seem like nothing, to one, can be worth, and mean, the world to another...

Deep within one of the many forests of the planet, there was a small village. Many structures were ordinary cabins, whilst others were homes built within and of the trees themselves, with branches carved out from some into chimneys. A truly peaceful location... Yet... It was also very... Dull... For one man, who had moved there some years back to care for his aging grandfather. It was mainly a village for those wishing to retire and spend their final years in peace, so it was an understatement to say he stuck out there. Since his arrival, he had been a big help to most though, and whenever he went out and about he was always greeted warmly. He may have been there for his grandfather, but he was always willing to spend time with the other residents in his free time. He would play chess with the elderly men, carry groceries and the like for their wives, and go on a random errand or two so they didn't have to work themselves more than needed. Often he would be so busy with the village it was a struggle to make sure to spend plenty of time taking care of his grandfather as well, his original purpose, and would always have to rush back to his cabin, giving the usual, and constant, apology. But... His grandfather was a kind man, and he never cared. He enjoyed watching his grandson taking care of so many people, often watching him from the cabin windows since his home was at the highest point in the village, as he worked himself constantly for everyone's sake. He was proud of his grandson, willing to put his youth aside to care for those who others had shown little time for nowadays. He had no obligations to do so and could go out there and live the life youths dream of at any moment, yet he always stuck by them instead, putting himself second.

The young man, named Chris, would always wave off his grandfathers statements about leaving and giving up his life for them, often reminding him he was glad to do it, that a purpose was a purpose and he wasn't one to complain. Yet nonetheless, his grandfather always tried to push him to grasp his youth by the horns, charge out there and really show the world what he was made of, beyond just being a good man who cared for a bunch of silly old folk. Yet even when his grandfather said this, he told him it wasn't just the seniors he took care of. Because of the atmosphere in the village, it also attracted many aging Pokemon, wishing to find a home full of peace as well, and he would care for them too whenever time allowed. Some of the most popular were the Persians, Pidgeot, Furret, Sunflora, Lopuny and more. Now and then, a weary Vespiquen would show up, so comfortable with the location she would rest with the seniors under one of the villages largest trees, her remaining Combee hive offering honey as the seniors sat around her, complimenting the aged leader, many of the senior women wishing they were still so pretty. Chris would offer care for whatever old and tired Pokemon stopped by, giving some treats, massaging others like the Persians, and once he even gave the Vespiquen herself a massage of sorts, using a special lotion for bug type Pokemon that could absorb even through ones exoskeleton to relieve pain! The Combee didn't take too kindly to it though and he wound up fairly swollen from stings for around a week afterwards... The Vespiquen had shown her appreciation though nonetheless, often stopping by his grandfathers cabin on her visits to offer to fill a few jars with honey for his kindness, and boldness...