Thunder boomed, and lightning splintered the sky above as sheets of rain pounded the deck of the Norn's Gambit. Freyja Estrid Haddock stood undaunted by the storm as she shouted over the roar of the sea, "The engine is still down! Row! Gods damn you, row! We're almost through this storm!" Indeed, as she said, the clouds were parting ahead of them. But Freyja had an unpleasant notion, although what was amiss eluded her. They'd been blown far astray from their course home as the freak typhoon battered them. As the storms parted, Freyja noticed the utterly smooth sea ahead and a sudden unnatural chill that followed.
Recalling a legend of her people, her eyes widened as she rushed below deck to scoop up her newborn son, barely two months old, an ancient-looking chest, and her own journal. Carrying everything to their sole lifeboat, a sturdy wooden dinghy with an automated GPS guidance system and motor, meaning even without someone at the helm, it would once activated steer towards the nearest town or port. As she did so, her movement stirred her son awake. Einar Horrendous Haddock wailed with a good set of strong lungs as even he seemed to sense something was amiss. "Grow well and live happily, my little warrior, and never forget the blood of the dragon riders of Berk flows through you."
Looking at her pride and joy, Freyja's face set in fierce determination as she secured everything in the dinghy, activated the guidance system, and watched as the engine started. The little boat sped off into the distance.
The very air began to tremble as a sonorous cry rippled outward across the water, bringing an icy chill as even the very sea began to freeze. A massive silhouette rose from the sea's depths. Everyone aboard the Norn's Gambit knew death had come for them. Its stark white body jutted with black spikes, and two tusks the length of three longboats combined swept up from the jaws of the Bewilderbeast—a legend of old, chronicled from the time of their ancestor, Chief Hiccup, the first rider of Dragons on Berk.
The moment of awe and horror ended abruptly as every crew member tossed out a Poké Ball, unleashing their dragons and mounting them in turn. A hissing sound reached them, and the familiar warning bells were practically screaming at them to move. But instead of running, as most people would, they were Vikings of Berk; stubborn and foolhardy to the max. They all urged their dragons into one final charge, spitting jets of flame, acid, and even scalding water, as they screamed their defiance before a torrent of ice engulfed them. Nothing remained of the crew; a single glacier monument now stood, piercing toward the sky like a jagged, explosion-like ice sculpture. A mad laugh came from a large man with bloodshot eyes and long, greasy, black hair on the back of the gargantuan dragon. He wielded the very same staff his ancestor had used to conquer countless tribes and crush dragons beneath his heel.
"Hahahahaahaa! Soon, my control will be complete, and the world will be mine! I, Ragnar Bludvist, will rule this world! Not only a mere Dragon Clan, but even the Pokémon League will also bow before my might!"
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-Pallet Town, Kanto Region-
Pallet Town was a quiet, little, rural town built within sprawling meadows and lush grasslands, and a single winding river ran through it, leading out to sea. The town's only claim to fame was the Pokémon Lab run by the world's foremost expert on Pokémon, and the inventor of the Pokédex, Professor Samuel Oak. The lab was set atop a hill overlooking the town with a wind turbine spinning lazily in the breeze.
Prof. Oak was observing a band of Whoopers next to the river. They had gotten used to his presence in the area as he'd studied many of the various groups of Pokémon around Pallet Town. He crouched near the shale bank of the river with a camera in hand, as he took pictures as they played using water guns occasionally to propel each other into the air or into the water as a sort of game. Moving forward to get a better shot, Prof. Oak had just gotten crouched down for a beautiful landscape shot of a Whooper crying out in delight as it rode atop the water gun of another with the winding river in the background, when he paused.
Looking up from his camera, he confirmed that there was indeed a small boat slowly making its way up the river. As it got closer, the cries of a baby could be heard, and he quickly shed his lab coat and dove into the water. Swimming to the boat wasn't difficult, but as he got closer, the engine that had been struggling already died. Climbing aboard, Prof. Oak immediately took notice of the child in a carrier that had been secured in place. He picked up the child checking to make sure it or rather he was physically fine, which he was. Before noticing a chest resting behind the child's carrier, it was a rather weathered-looking chest made of wood and carved with a dragon's figure, although it was unlike any dragon type Oak was familiar with. He unclasped the latch and opened the chest. Inside was a pokémon egg unlike anything he'd ever seen. The egg was a ghostly purple, seemingly covered in what appeared to be scales, the edges of which were as white as bone.
Alongside the egg was an old journal, and as Oak picked it up, a note slipped out from behind the cover.
The note read, "To Whomever Reads this, please look after my son. His name is Einar Horrendous Haddock. The egg was to be his partner Pokémon. Please give him my journal when he comes of age."
Prof. Oak looked down at the child in his arms, "Einar, huh? Now what to do with you, my boy?" He thought about it, and while his son's wife had just given birth to his Grandson a couple of months ago, she was also an aide at his Lab, so she already had her hands full. He gave an "Aha!" as he realized his son's childhood rival had a wife named Delia who also lived here, and she'd just given birth to a baby boy, Ash, if he recalled correctly. Being a former champion's wife, she lived at home only occasionally, helping out at his lab, but she wasn't a full-time employee.