When I was two years old, I woke up to this world — the world of Pokémon. I was just a small and insignificant son of a Dark-type trainer father and a mother who specialized in Normal-type and especially farm Pokémon.

Together, we live in a village in Kanto, near Mt. Moon, in a place called Moon Village. My mother runs a farm there with five Miltank, two Tauros — and we even have one Paldean Fire Tauros!

My mother also owns a Hoothoot, a Persian, and a Vaporeon that helps take care of the fields. Now some of you might be wondering: how did we even get a Paldean Tauros at the foot of Mt. Moon? Simple — the Pokémon came from my grandfather, who was originally from Paldea.

The farm has been in my mother's family for generations. That’s also where the five Miltank and one of the Tauros came from. The Paldean Tauros is actually the dad of my mother's starter Pokémon and the mate of my grandmother's Tauros.

My father used to be a trainer too, but after earning three gym badges, he decided to settle down. He now lives a quiet life with his two Houndoom, a Honchkrow, and a Victreebel.

Oh, right — I haven’t even mentioned our names yet! My mother is called Lily, my father James Nox, and I’m Luke Nox.

Since I was little, I’ve dreamed of running a farm like my parents — but one focused on Dark-type Pokémon. You see, I have a unique ability: I can communicate with Dark-types.

In this world, it’s not just Psychic powers that exist — there are abilities tied to every Pokémon type. The strongest are usually Aura (from Fighting-types) and Psychic powers. People like me, who are born with different powers, aren’t that rare — but most can’t control them.

I’m lucky. I can control mine. At night, I can become almost invisible, and Psychic-type moves don’t affect me — unless the opponent is stronger than I am. On top of that, Dark-type Pokémon always obey me.

But enough storytelling for now!
If you want to know how I grow, how my journey continues, and whether I can open my own farm one day…
you’ll have to read the fanfiction.



First of all, I'm new to writing and I'm using AI to translate my fanfiction into English since English isn't my native language. It's primarily about the Farm life. However, there will be adventures, more at the beginning and less after that. I'm open to suggestions and criticism. I'll be writing in my free time between school, which means I'll try to publish a chapter every week. Have fun reading.

By the eighth day, Luke thought he had learned every secret tunnel in this part of the mountain — until they rounded a corner and froze. A massive Onix blocked the path ahead. Its body coiled through the narrow tunnel like a moving wall of stone, eyes glaring as if it had been waiting for challengers.


Luke's pulse raced. "Houndours… we can't fight this one head-on. We need to run. Now!"


The battle began instantly. Onix's tail smashed into the walls, sending showers of rocks flying. The male Houndour lunged with Ember, flames bouncing off Onix's thick body, while the female tried to flank it, her white scarred eye flashing with determination. Every tunnel was a trap; debris fell around them, and the sound of crashing stone echoed through the maze.


Luke shouted commands, using his Dark-type energy to guide the Houndours. The male darted forward aggressively, forcing Onix to react, while the female struck with careful Ember blasts, slowing its pursuit. Rocks tumbled down, barely providing enough cover as the trio fled deeper into the winding tunnels.


It was brutal. Exhausted, their breaths ragged, the Houndours occasionally had to dodge falling boulders or leap over gaps in the floor. Onix slammed its head and tail repeatedly, shaking the tunnel and forcing Luke to roll out of the way at the last moment.


Finally, they spotted a narrow side passage. It was almost too small for Onix to follow. "This way!" Luke yelled, leading his Pokémon in a desperate sprint. Onix tried to follow but became stuck momentarily, thrashing violently before retreating back into the shadows with a deafening roar.


Luke collapsed outside the tunnel entrance, clutching his exhausted Houndours. The eight days of continuous battles, training, and near-death experiences had transformed them.


The male Houndour stood tall, muscles taut, flames ready at every instinctive move — level 22, aggressive yet loyal. The female, scarred eye blazing with confidence, displayed precision and courage she had never shown before — level 24, agile, intelligent, and fierce.


Luke smiled through the exhaustion. "We made it. We survived Mt. Moon… and we're stronger than ever."


The Houndours nudged each other gently, tails brushing, their bond now unshakable. The mountain had tested them to the limit, but together, they had survived, grown stronger, and become an unstoppable team ready for the adventures that awaited beyond Mt. Moon.


Chapter 5 - The Onix