# The Power Within - Prologue & Chapter 1

Author: bulbachu
Tags: Adventure, Clean, Mew, Pokemon, Story Progression, Story Series

#1 of The Power Within

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Prologue: The Face of Death

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Have you ever had that feeling that your life has come to a standstill, that even time itself has come to an end?&nbsp;&nbsp;Your mind loses its distinctness, its sharpness, as thoughts blur and blend and your vision becomes hazy and dull.&nbsp;&nbsp;I suppose we've all felt this at one time or another in our lives, but then again, you're not like me.&nbsp;&nbsp;Nobody is like me; we are all individuals, each with their own life, their own existence.&nbsp;&nbsp;Maybe that's why I feel the need to tell this; maybe by sharing it, the truth of the matter will become more real, tangible, even malleable, somehow becoming more a part of me with every outside influence.&nbsp;&nbsp;I know I have a purpose, as does everyone else in this world, though things weren't always this clear, this easy to follow.&nbsp;&nbsp;As I know now, fate will always have the final say, and nothing will ever change what is bound to occur; one's own destiny is inalterable, yet we try.&nbsp;&nbsp;We struggle to make our destiny better, more fulfilling.&nbsp;&nbsp;Our journey is distinct, the path we choose out own.&nbsp;&nbsp;This is my story, and as far as I can tell, sometimes the lines between reality and imagination become blurred and broken.&nbsp;&nbsp;Maybe that's why I am here, staring death in the face with a defiant spirit.&nbsp;&nbsp;But to truly understand what I am saying, we must first go back to the beginning, to square one.&nbsp;&nbsp;As far as I can tell, this is the beginning of my life, my new life, my life in the world of Pokémon...

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Chapter 1: A New Beginning

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"Why the hell do I have to do this?!"

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The sun beats down mercilessly on the forest, the canopy of leaves blocking the light, but doing little to help with the sweltering heat.&nbsp; Every day is the same, has been the same for the past month.

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Let me introduce myself.&nbsp; My name is Junsei, though Jun is fine as well, and I work for Team Rocket.&nbsp; Yeah, I know, _those_ guys, but it was the only job available at the time.&nbsp; Public opinion aside, the organization really isn't as bad as it seems - where I work at least.&nbsp; I'm a field agent, a grunt, the lowest of the low.&nbsp; We don't even get to have Pokémon.&nbsp; Regular grunts go on actual missions - stealing Pokémon from unsuspecting trainers and stuff like that.&nbsp; I, however, have had the misfortune of failing again and again, which brings us to the present.&nbsp; Today marks the one month anniversary of my coming to this forest.&nbsp; I'm here alone with no supplies except a tent, emergency radio transmitter, and a tracking device weighing somewhere around 50 pounds.

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Ever since Giovanni's failure in the Mewtwo experiment, he has been set on finding a living Mew and obtaining DNA that can be adapted just as easily as the real thing can.&nbsp; Due to my consistent failure and the hazards of the mission, I had the ill fate of being chosen to find a Mew that supposedly lives in the forest.&nbsp; One month later and here I am, with still no sign of anything more powerful than a Spinarak.&nbsp; How would I catch it anyways?&nbsp; It could be invisible, and even if it wasn't, it could just as easily teleport away in an instant.&nbsp; If some wild Pokémon doesn't kill me, I'm sure this 100 degree heat will...

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His voice fades away as the last excerpt from his diary is read, on a page titled _For whoever finds this notebook..._.&nbsp; It has been dropped in the forest, the wear and tear visible.

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Jun takes a much-needed break, wiping the sweat from his face and arms as he gets out his canteen.&nbsp; Taking a drink, he thinks about just how peaceful nature is, or would be if he didn't have to lug around a bulky machine.&nbsp; Putting his water away, he looks at the device, which he's pretty sure doesn't even work, and wonders what cruel fate he has.&nbsp; Suddenly, the device crackles and a worn motor starts to whirr.&nbsp; The radar starts to go off, beeping wildly every once in a while, sensing something coming closer and farther away.

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A dot appears on the screen, and he excitedly picks up his pack and gear, running off into the woods to follow it, the notebook left behind.&nbsp; The dot flits about, never staying in one place long enough to find whatever is causing the commotion.&nbsp; Thorny branches and brambles scratch Junsei's skin and tear at his clothes, but he continues, pushing his body to the limit.

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Then the radar stops, everything going quiet, the dot disappearing.&nbsp; He curses his luck as the machine's engine shudders and dies, the truth being that the energy levels had been depleted until nothing remained.&nbsp; He cast the device aside and sighed, stumbling out into a clearing.&nbsp; The human stopped and rested on a stump, not caring any more about the heat, the sun, or even if he'd make it out of the forest.

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Then comes the strangest feeling - an unseen presence haunts Junsei's mind, and he scans the surrounding forest, trying to detect its source.&nbsp; He had just about given up, when he looked up, and there, only inches above his head, was a Mew.

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Too tired to do anything about it, however, he just sat and stared.&nbsp; He and the Mew lock eyes, each seeming to look deep into the other's heart, into their soul.&nbsp; The Mew and Junsei, there seemed to be some bond tying them together, as if fate had wanted it to be.&nbsp; He reached a hand up to touch the Pokémon, uncertain if it was really real, or just an illusion caused by the heat.&nbsp; They make contact before the Mew teleports away, leaving the pitiful human alone again.

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He sighs, knowing that he'll probably never see it again.

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Then, something weird happens.&nbsp; Junsei's body feels light, his head dizzy, thoughts no longer registering with complete clarity.&nbsp; His vision blurs as he is enveloped in inky darkness, the sound of a faraway voice calling his name.&nbsp; Then, that too fades and he is left alone in the ebony abyss.

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