The sun was shining, no clouds to be seen in the clear Unovan sky. A gentle breeze was the only thing that kept the day from being very hot and unbearable.
But what could one expect?
It was midsummer in Unova. The Deerling wore a bright green coat that resembled the summer and its contents.
Hilbert sighed as he sat down on the porch of his small, two-story home.
His little sister, Rosa, was still inside the house. She was probably playing in her room with her favorite toy: an Oshawatt plushie which was old and fell apart at the seams but she wasn't bothered by it. Not at all. Being 9 years old and still walking around with an old plushie was seen as strange by some. But Rosa loved the plushie as if it were her child.
Nate, his other sibling, was almost the opposite of his twin sister. The boy destroyed all of his plushies, not even on purpose. He just wanted to show them the world and came back with a face full of tears and a destroyed plushie.
Thinking of Nate, Hilbert realized he missed his brother. The little boy was sent off to his grandparents last year due to complications. Hilbert has to visit Nate again this week.
His father, an archaeologist, was somewhere in the east of Unova. Searching for the Legendary Pokémon Reshiram and Zekrom. His job required him to be on the move 24/7 and he could be gone for weeks on end. Due to this, his mother stayed home, although she couldn't do many, thanks to her having a weak back. This in turn required her to either stay on the couch or lay in bed all day.
Hilbert also has a twin named Hilda, who had already set off to start her Pokémon journey last year just before his mom started having back problems and was now in Johto to visit some old friends.
Hilbert doesn't care for Pokémon, he has a strong disliking towards them.
Why? Some may ask.
Because thanks to Pokémon his father was away most of the time and his twin had left them too for Pokémon, leaving him and his mother at home to take care of young Rosa and Nate. This also failed because taking care of them proved to be too much for Hilbert and his mother. So one of the two had to be sent away to their grandparents and in a few months, they would switch again.
His mother nor father didn't mind that he didn't go off on a journey, and Hilbert was thankful for that.
Hilbert shook his head and looked at the sky. Massive flocks of Pidove covered the once blue sky and suddenly cast a shadow over the small town called Nuvema Town.
The town could barely be called a town, only existing of a couple of houses and everyone knew everyone there, was located at the edge of Unova, and behind the town was a cliff overlooking the crashing waves of the ocean down below.
No one was allowed to go there. The cliff was dangerous and it was so easy to just fall off. An old man fell from the cliff not that long ago, Hilbert hadn't seen it happen but he had heard about it when he walked past two old ladies talking about the accident while he was out getting groceries for his mother.
The chair creaked when Hilbert stood up, realizing that it was getting late and he has yet to prepare dinner for the three of them.
The boy turned around and went inside through an oaken door, covered in bright red paint. The door opened with a slight creaking sound and his footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. A thought about repainting the door flashed through Hilbert's brain.
Hilbert entered the kitchen and saw his mother on the couch, reading some kind of magazine about clothing. He flashed her a quick smile as he grabbed a pan from the cabinet near the fridge.
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Pokémon: A New Chapter
FanfictionSometimes you might have the feeling that you live in a book. A story about princes and kings. Tales about mighty creatures that terrorise the lands. Stories about heroes and the mighty villains. Hilbert is not a person that stands out from the res...