A Pokemon Tale - by: Silver Sojana

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Hello there everyone. Lately I have found myself to be typing/writing again. I really hope you enjoy my upcoming pokemon tale. I would like you to take a moment and read a summary of both of my main characters. This will allow you to visualize them much easier as you read and hopefully understand the story a bit more. I am glad you have taken the moment to do so, thank you very much and enjoy. ^_^​

(Note: I will be updating constantly, rather with chapter contents or more messages to my readers. Hopefully you will comment upon my story as I relay it to you. You all may be highly critical, for I wish to be an Author. Any bit of given advice will be taken into serious concideration. Thank you ^_^)
2nd note: First chapter is out!


Silver Sojana -

Ten year old female who loves visual kei and bright colors. Her hair of course is a light green with shades of light blue as highlights. She likes to wear it up in buns tied by pokéball ties. Her eyes are a pretty mixture of orange, red and pink. Her skin is white like milk, so if you make her blush she will shine like raspberries in the sunlight. For her usual outfit she wears her favorite color orange. On this adventure she just so happens to wear her long orange shirt with white vertical stripes on the side and shoulders. It reaches a couple inches above the knees. However, at the base of this long shirt, the orange flares like the sun and spirals upward reaching about her waist length. Around her neck lies a cute half white and half pink simple choker. She wears two belts that overlap each other. The second one, which hangs from the left waist and hang loosely to her right is covered with stickers. This one only holds one ball for her Cyndiquil. The top one rests evenly horizontally on her waist – which carries the rest of her to be six Pokémon. Large white headphones sit around her neck; these she also has stickered the roundness. She really enjoys her colorful white rain boots which have vertically stripes of orange, green and blue on the outer edges and then stars, circles and triangles fill the white center parts. As for her backpack, it sits around her waistline and is held by small shoulder straps. This bag is designed in a circular pokéball, but the outside pockets make it look like a wheel inside of a clock. Again, her favorite colors are displayed.

After describing her appearance, you can really tell she isn’t scared to be bold. Silver has a likeliness to read while she walks, and to be abrasive as she speaks. Her enthusiastic personality could really brighten anyone’s rainy day. Sometimes, if you catch her in a bad mood you might feel like you stumbled across a trip-wire. Note: watch for those days. Her mood is highly noticeable as she believes to hide is to be cowardly. As a ten year old she is quite mature, but her faults are deep within her kindliness.

For a little bit of a background, you will find her story a little bit sad. You see, her parents gave birth to her ten years ago right? Well, her mother did. Her mother was an artist of oils and paints. Her room is still filled of them today. She had a different taste though, for she liked to paint scenes that made you think, why did she paint that? You couldn’t really tell what it was on the spot that you saw the painting, but eventually you could sum up a story behind the work. Moving on to her father’s side, he was a pilot who loved to adventure. As a boy he was a flying type trainer, and he depended heavily on their skills to make his air ship dreams. Where were they now? When she was around six and half, they set out on an adventure together. They let Mr. Pokémon care for her, knowing he would raise her properly amongst Pokémon. They didn’t abandon her as she would have thought at such a young age. Her mother sent her pictures, paintings, books and more from their travels. Her father added in a couple of letters now and then. He couldn’t write too well. Suddenly, around her 9th birthday the gifts and letters stopped. Mr. Pokémon couldn’t figure out why and Silver’s heart desperately looked for answers. Maybe this compelled her to continue her adventure with Timothy.​

Timothy -

Anyone can’t miss his blonde curly top which reaches a little bit lower than his earlobes. It’s like a beacon upon his somewhat tan white skin. What sets his personality are those ocean deep blue eyes that anyone can tell he’s got something on his mind. Usually a t-shirt and cargo shorts fits out this young man, but for this journey he packed just the clothing that could take him from rigid winters to hot volcanoes. For a top, he wears a simple blue overly loose hoodie and a too big to see his mouth yellow muffler. Beneath all this wear, he styles in a simple white tank top. He did bring his orange cargo capris that touch down just below his knee caps. Instead of a tight belt he wears a strap-belt. It’s a leather pokéball holder which loops around his shoulder snug and comfortably and hangs loosely to the side. A simple red square backpack sits on his back. For shoes, you can say he likes his sneakers white and blue. They are striped and yellow pokéballs line the inside.

So he looks simple huh? Well, deep inside not everyone is as ‘simple’ as they appear to be. This kid has what we call hidden courage, unyielding faith and no common sense. Typical ten year old boy is not? Well, not this guy. He has allot of guilt, shame and potential depressants ready to strike him hard if anyone mentions any of his sad assets in life. So he carries allot on his shoulders. Maybe a little bit too much. But, he just can’t seem to show any of this. If all this effects him, not even a lady bug on his nose could tell you that’s really what lies deep within those eyes of his. Most days you can find him amazingly active, wanting to move forward constantly; never looking back is practically his entire ego. One last thing, he is surprisingly sweet underneath that curly top.


Some things never seem to be what we want them to be. Timothy believed in his dad’s words when he was a little toddler. He would sit on his lap and watch him bring scenes of his past Pokémon master adventure to life. He would watch his mother roll his dad out of his bedroom and she would come and tell him that he did good listening to his father. His mother always sighed, always tended to her nails and tapped them constantly. She seemed like she was waiting on something. About after he started to learn to read and write, she asked him to grow to be a good boy so he could protect her from the bad people in his papa’s stories. “They seem so scary Timmy, as though they really are out there.” She probably told this to him so he would grow a brave side and be strong whenever his parents faltered. His dad’s Alakazam home schooled him, probably insisted upon his father. Timothy knew his dad was sick. He always knew. His mother tried to hide this side of him, but Timmy could hear just fine through the thin walls. He would cry to himself at night, hearing his dad shouting about his tales, screaming in rejoice that his son would soon carry on his dream. At first Timothy was morbid by this, and he was extremely afraid of his father’s outbursts. With a bit of intuition, he realized his father wasn’t such a bad man as he thought he was. His father was scared that his life meant nothing to anyone out there he presented himself to. Though he wouldn’t go near him anymore, Timothy would sneak items from his dad’s room. Things like pictures, journals and pokéballs. Of course these pokéballs were empty, split in half and practically useless. He found great uses for them, creating himself toys and he would act out his father’s tales and battles using his father’s top hat as weapon of choice. Lately his dad has been forced to stay in bed, and his mom cares for the garden outside. There isn’t a day where they think about their son, out there in the world of Pokémon. ​

 

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The Story​

Chapter 1​

We start in a place where your mind can drift so easily as though when you close your eyes you can hear your favorite song amongst the silence. This is how Silver felt as she leaned her crescent against the worn bark of the single pink apricorn tree. Usually on days like this, where the sun hides solemnly behind its parched clouds, she would be hesitant to even go outside of their home. Even the bitter sharp winds - which carried the lazy hoppip on its steed - made her shiver even worse. With the casting of its shadows, the tree enveloped her surrounding view with its branches reaching and some places grasping the earth. This is where she enjoyed reading her studies, and admiration of the pink and purple flares which lit up the entire surface of the tree’s canopy. Underneath here, she can see the world in her mind become ever so alive!


“Pippin, listen to this! Grass Pokémon, who are closely related to bug and poison types are actually extremely weak against their poisons.” Her fingers posed with high maintenance as she read with eager. The friendly shiny hoppip suddenly covered its eyes with the lightest green leaves you have ever seen. “Pip….” It cried in a hushed voice. Silver paused and look down at her friend. “Oh… sorry Pippin, I didn’t mean anything by it. I won’t let anything poison you!” She formed a fist and nodded as she spoke. Her friend peeped one eye from behind its foliage, “Pip, pip!” ‘You better not!’ He did not remove any more from his face, rather the little one curled up next to the young lady and purred itself to sleep.


“Silver, could you come here please?” The likeliness within Mr. Pokémon’s voice was more of a ting of excitement and anticipation as he called for his niece. Her eyes averted quickly towards the dreary grey house of theirs, “Yes Uncle!” With glee she jumped from her spot – darting across the wide meadow. Hastened dry twigs snapped beneath her footsteps along with prickled rose thorns that chased her path. You could say that her and her uncle are having a hard time keeping this place a bit… green. A frightened Pippin laid on its face and realized his pillow was gone. “PIPPPP!” He cried in anguish as he too jumped from the soft grass and pursued in an uneven run after Silver.


Though the walk was only a couple of yards from the tree to the dwelling, memories could flood that small walk with an ocean. Carved hefty stepping stones resembled all the foot and handprints of the Pokémon who first resided within the reserve. Mr. Pokémon and her parents wrote the names of these Pokémon underneath the beautiful faded sculpting. She zoomed with all her tendency of care to not rub time further into these stones. She stepped side to side in a weird skip, toe tipping the dirt on their perimeters whilst noticing each and every marking. “Pippin, he only called for me…” The little grass type hopped onto her head, along with the help of the wind, and cried out in joy. A solemn door hangs loosely attached to a lower hinge, swung insecurely within the air currents. Silver had to pose a random 2x4 block of wood against the inside area of this door to keep it from hitting her. The ceilings are quite low within here, but most of them have many raised windows tinted with striking stained glass and allows light to dance against the gloom of the interior. Mr. Pokémon can hardly keep the place spotless in here. He spends most of his time within his actually remarkably clean as a whistle Pokémon lab. “Germs can hurt sick Pokémon too.” “eeeee…p,” the wooden floor wept as she stepped warily around the petite space.


Behind the smoky glass of her mom’s gigantic china cabinet peeked very sharp light. This created a rainbow through the detectable falling dust. “Uncle, are you in your lab again?” Her pink eyes fluttered to adjust to the new light as she advanced into the laboratory. “Ah, child there you are!” He was positioned within a high lab chair, and I do mean high. This chair sat up about 10 and half feet tall. He didn’t use ladders, so he invented himself this electronic rolling chair which he could go up, down and around the entire lab with ease. At the moment he was poised overlooking a large tank in the back. This tank was full of several water Pokémon and he seemed to be examining a goldeen’s fin. The white crescent was bent horrifically and it cried out when Mr. Pokémon hoisted it out of the water. “Sir, is he alright?” Silver bolted next to her uncle and lifted her hands up to receive the thrashing goldeen. Pippin floated, in surprise, to a nearby stack of books and watched closely. Mr. Pokémon strained his eyes a bit due to the wavering light from the tank and he accidently dropped the goldeen rather high clear of her out stretched fingers. “Catch it quick my dear!” Again, with all her might and speed she fell and collided with the scared goldeen just before it hit the harsh ground. “Gold….. DEEN!” It smacked her in the face with its hurt tail and pivoted out of her hug. “Sorry sir…” She faintly said out of breath trying to chase after the wondering Pokémon. “Silver don’t go after it. As long as it stays in here, I am sure it will be fine.” Mr. Pokémon grumbled a deep agonized sigh as he had to stare at the goldeen, knowing he didn’t know how to help it heal its birth defect.


Well, he nodded his head knowingly and pushed a button for his seat to descend to original height of 2 feet off the floor. He rolled on over pushing past various papers that really needed to be filed and color coded. Silver loved helping him do these tasks, for she was able to sticker every folder with many different colors. These prizes of hers stacked unevenly high on his main center optical desk. With ease he pressed the button again and hoisted himself a couple of inches to view his small overly used white monitor. “Ahem, Silver, can I ask you to do something for me?” His coffee tinted eyebrows raised eagerly as he read his e-mail - what seemed to be the hundredth time. “What is it Uncle?” The little girl rubbed gently at the dripping water of her hair. He looked at her for a moment, as though contemplating of how to ask her his task. “I’m sure I can do it sir, you know me!” Her eyes squinted skyward along with the corners of her cherry lips. He laughed earnestly at this, “Of course I do youngin, I guess it won’t be a problem if you go.” Hearing the word go made her heart sink just a bit, “Go where sir? Why?” Rubbing a couple of worn fat fingers against the nape of his neck Mr. Pokémon told her everything about the email he received from Professor Elm.


“To sum it up sir,” Silver sat down on the floor rubbing around Pippin’s leaves as he lulled lazily in her lap. “You want me to go get this kid, and take him to the ranch?” She was confused, why did she need to help this kid out? I mean, he must have a map or something, and maybe even Pokémon too. “Pii…” Pippin rolled onto his back letting her tickled his free-formed toes. Silver didn’t like the sound of this odd journey, it would just take her away from helping her uncle around the sanctuary. “I’m afraid it’s time for you to find out what you want to do, Silver. This means that you can’t be here all the time.” He sighed, even deeper than looking at the goldeen. He didn’t want her to leave him too. “Then why do I have to go?” Her voice was strained with a touch of disappointment, “What if I don’t want to go!” A tear easily as rain embraced her right eye. Mr. Pokémon came down from his chair, and sat in front of his niece. Pippin jumped from her lap into his, “Pippin is a special case here, but the egg Mr. Elm has discovered requires special attention too. He asked specifically for you to escort the youngster because you’re the special person for this task.” He tried to create the requirements to seem as though she was a very important person and she needed to understand this. “But, what about you and the lab? Don’t you need help too?” The Uncle looked her over and placed a large hand onto her shoulder, “Pippin here and the others are willing to help me in your place.”


He seemed sympathetic towards her, knowing she was already lonely without her parents. It’s only been around a year since they have been quiet about their whereabouts, but he was certain that her lifestyle needed a bit of courage. “Ok, I will ask to you leave right away. Go pack your bag, make sure you have everything you need before you go.” Silver’s head dropped low to stare at the floor. “Yes sir, I’ll go do that.” Pippin stayed behind with her Uncle as she slowly left the laboratory. ‘Maybe this is just for a week or so, and then he’ll ask me to come home. I’m sure of it!’ Silver pumped her fists and nodded as she crossed the small home to her bedroom. Here was her sanctuary, not as large or vast as the Pokémon’s outside, but it was enough to keep her calm and comfortable. She shoved her door open due to the lack of oiled hinges and collapsed upon the poofy bed of hers. After a couple of moments she sat up and stared about the four silent corners. Painted paper pokéballs of all colors stringed from her ceiling creating fun rainbow arches. She was glad her uncle allowed her to be as creative as possible. Duet paintings sided her large mirror were from her mother during the first few months they had departed. One was of a scene with gyarados sunning on the ocean bed, whilst the other was of the moon hanging lovely within a window scene. “He said to bring whatever I needed…” She pulled her back pack off a nail on the back of her door and tossed it gently onto her bed. Pillows supported it as she pulled various nature things, her colored pencils and a notebook out of the main pockets. She put the notebook back in along with her pencils.


A few hours later Silver hoisted the heavy crafted book bag onto her shoulders and nodded in front of her mirror. She snatched two green belts, one with stickers and the other ready for pokéballs to be clipped onto it, and strapped them fashionably around her waist. “I’m all ready!” The lightly green headed girl rushed back into the lab finding her uncle again at the tank in the back. “Very well then, I’ll just set you off with one of our Pokémon friends here…” He rubbed off the water on his hands with a cloth around his waist and stepped down from the perch. Pippin herd him clearly and rushed towards his friend, wanting desperately to go with her. “But sir, he only knows the move splash!” Silver’s mouth curved into a frown, knowing that her close friend couldn’t really protect her out there. “No no, not you Pippin. I’d like you to take Kirli if you like to dear.” Kirli is of course the friendly Kirlia which happened to be helping him just then and there. It let out a happy chime as it rushed over to meet with Silver. “Thank you Sir!” Silver knew of her new friend’s strengths were highly recognized due to it was lvl 22. It bowed with a respectful greeting and gave her a salute suggesting that she was ready to go. “Alright you two, now I wouldn’t want any delaying trouble!” Mr. Pokémon shooed them out onto the front sort of grassy front lawn. “Don’t you hesitate to call me with your pokégear lass, your parents gave you that for a reason now!” He smiled aphetically and waved a hearty goodbye. Silver stared at him, then finally nodded in agreement, “Yes sir, you will hear from me very soon!” ​

 

[Pidgeot]

Wow, that fanfic is really interesting. You used description a huge lot, which is always good. Can't wait for a new chapter!

 

[celeblaiz]

Wow, that fanfic is really interesting. You used description a huge lot, which is always good. Can't wait for a new chapter!

Thank you so much ^-^ I am certain that I will write even more... quickly and interesting so that next chapter will be on its way! ~<3~

 

[IceBlue]

Oooh!
I like this story. Can't wait for more!

 

[celeblaiz]

{Well, I needed to post something to keep this updated. Due to my busy schedule I guess this will do for now. Note: I will try my best to get the rest out by Thursday! Don't worry, it gets better }

Chapter 2
Part 1​

“TIMOTHY!” Urgent voices slammed the blonde topped boy awake and he fell instantly off of his bed. ‘Just five more minutes..’ “CLANG!” On the way to the floor his big ol’ head hit his nightstand, knocking off his cute pichu alarm clock. One of the ears struck him on his nose. “GWAH!’ He pouted rubbing it distinctively on the upper arch. He sat up in temperament and glared frustrated at the now one eared pichu alarm clock. “TIMOTHY!” Shoulders slouched, Timmy unsheathed himself from his blue bunny blanket and stomped to his door. “WHAT MOM?!”

For a moment, let’s look at his room. Well, it’s typical … deprived of personality and color actually. White walls, one picture, a computer desk with a computer, a bed plus a night stand. His mother despised filthy things, so she wouldn’t let him really change the appearance of his room. She would clean it herself, because she was afraid he wouldn’t clean every nook and nanny within the room. He rubbed his ocean blue eyes and scratched the back of his head as his mother stormed up the stairs. The plump woman looked at her son with a bit of annoyance. “You do realize what today is?” She said rubbing her hands on an apron and swept past him without even asking to come in. She bent down, clicking her tongue as she herself draped his blanket back onto his white sheeted bed. Bewildered eyes stared at the mother frankly, “MY Pokémon!” Timothy bolted for the stairs in such an abrasive way his mother called after him, “Don’t wake your father dear!” His steps suddenly stopped upon the tarnished white stairwell and he stared at his father’s door, listening intently to see if he really did wake him.

Soft breathing with a couple of dramatic grunts echoed along the small kitchen white hallway. Timmy let out his own breath, thanking his luck. His heart however, pounded with emotional blood of fear and excitement. With such a weird concoction swirling within his stomach, he bent down on his knees, tightening his arms to shield it from more mental harm. “You must be hungry, come with me.” So his mother thought as she appeared behind him, taking one of his arms into her soft hands. Timmy, used to his mother not understanding what he really felt, decided to let her take him to the kitchen. He sat down at a simple round wooden table with a vase of one flower sitting in the middle. She already had a glass of milk ready for him and he sipped on it slowly, allowing it to ease his stomach’s weariness. “What would you like before you leave your cook behind forever?” His mom smiled with a sniffle in her voice. “My favorite mom!” He said heartedly and gave her a big smile, trying to show her he wasn’t afraid or saddened by the thought of it. She wiped away a tear and pulled out a funny looking griddle. The local black smith made this for her as a present to her son when he started to like pichu so much. It made pichu shaped waffles! She picked a couple of fresh raspberries and blueberries from her over looking garden which bloomed beautifully sitting within a simple window.

Tiny green plaid window drapes shadowed her arms as she moved about the sink, rinsing off the berry mixture. Timothy watched her hum to a tune that occasionally comes onto the radio. It was “Just melody of a fellow friend.” The song, with the words in it, described how much we really depended on everyone around us to make us smile. Timothy thumped his fingers a bit to the beat and hummed it himself. His voice was actually a really nice low pitch that could fit well within the back of a choir, hoisting their voices in unison. A sweet delicious scent tickled his nose and he opened his nostrils for more, as though enjoying an early snack. “Mom, what’s that?” He noticed that she topped the lovely pastries with a cold brown cream. The steam from the waffles made it melt a bit as she placed it in front of him. “Double chocolate ice cream!” She beamed knowing it was his favorite summer time treat. “But it’s hardly even spring mom.” The local dairy didn’t usually have this special chocolate around winter time. However, his mother had pleaded that they could make it because it was his first journey away from home. “Just enjoy, my boy.” The woman filtered his curly hair with her fingers and left the room singing away the infamous tune.​

 

[celeblaiz]

{I wrote about 3 pages so far for part 2 of chapter 2... and the thought hasnt been completed yet XD So I'll just force it into another part or the begining of the next chapter. Prolonging stuff isn't really my style, but to make things interesting and detailed enough to have a novel feeling is where I'm trying to achieve. Thanks for your patience! Note: I am currently coloring the corresponding speech text to both Silver and Timothy. I do this for les confusion. :] Enjoy.}

Part 2​

He stares with a blank look upon his face out the single white washed window. It hangs right beside his bed, positioned carefully for him to gaze all he wanted. The simple green curtains were pulled back and tied with golden threads and created a simple elegant arch across the window. His water dabbed eyes had mere little lights while they reflected the evening sun. Aye, his soul was treated with solemn requests from life as he laid distinctively within his bed. This resting place was firm with two pillows behind his slouched arch and a cotton quilt with colors of blue and white, made from his mother, rested securely upon his bed ridden legs. He considered this day being a moment denying peace within his quarreling insights and his eyes yet remain still whilst he breathed as though he was asleep. He made much difficulty on his son throughout his life, and he wished forever to be a part of this day’s memorial. But his tongue clicked unevenly around his actually very clean and porcelain dentures. He couldn’t bring himself in front of his child again.

Movement within the sea green feathered grass brought his attention closer to the outdoors. Three hoppip took to the sky from beneath his wife’s garden canopy, spreading beautiful white and red spores across their yard. Even a pidgey darted from the grounds as it took away the scene of his child running through the colors from his eyes. He averted them quickly to Timothy as quick as possible, but all he saw was the blue of his hoodie when he scurried absent of the tall white picket fence. A firm knock awoke his senses quite quickly and his wife stepped into the absolutely lacking any attention space. “He’s gone to get his first Pokémon, you know?” His wife crossed over with an uneasy trembling voice, as though she had been crying. She sat a soft hand upon the bed and yet his attention stared clearly out the window. His words he could not find as she kneeled next to him. “Won’t you say something to him before he goes for real? Wont you come see his Pokémon?” She tried with her heart to have him to become a part of his child’s life, wishing dearly a sense of hope could be brought upon their family. She knew the husband’s weakness was clearly their son, and he couldn’t speak a word of it. No, he didn’t move his glare from the recently sanitized glass. It smelled of cleaner, and I suppose he wished it not. “I hope you at least know he is doing this for you.” She cleared her throat and took one last look at him and parted from the uneasiness. With the door closed behind her, the father let out a deep breath he seemed to have been holding and he closed his eyes in a small prayer of hope to faith. Not a sound escaped his parched, pale purple lips.

“Look here you, this newspaper is all wrong!” Scrutinizing voices quarreled while they chimed a familiarity within Timothy’s heart. He paused his skipping manner for he noticed that his neighbor Mr. Omery was waving the Monday paper about his classmate’s head. “But –but sir! I did not write it!” The young lad with sleek black hair bowed graciously and mounted his bike in a flash. “Good morning Sir! Morning Harry!” A bright crescent lingered upon Mrs. Donaldson’s petite face. She was the head teacher of the nearby young lad’s school. Aye, it is strictly for boys. This town is very strict when it comes to teaching their younglings, and gender separation was their most common tradition. She wore a white high top hat, a simple black dress with a white frilled blouse peeking out around her collar bones. Mrs. Donaldson waved a hearty farewell as Harry zoomed past her fleeing from the outraged Mr. Omery. She stopped to smell a sample of white blazed catnips (similar to our tulips but their petals appear to be whiskers at the tips) and Mr. Omery widened his trap as he, chest out, stormed over to the mid aged woman. “I ought to find who writes these papers, it says it will rain, and I see not a cloud in the sky!” Timothy waved a hand at the two as he rushed past them and hearing Mrs. Donaldson remarked that she did feel the air was truly moist and ready for a storm.

“I hope not, but my Pokémon would really love it to rain!” He boasted this thought out loud as he came upon Mr. Elm’s house. Daring, and actually quite small green eyes appeared behind a bushel of blood red hair. “Who are you?!” Timmy stopped, one foot braced in the bark brown dirt ready to hear what this awkwardly dressed stranger had to say. The redhead grunted, merely laughing at the sight of the belittled youngster. Not a word escaped his slim red lips as he returned to staring into a distant window of Professor Elm’s house. “I asked you who you were!” Timothy shouted a bit more… aggressive this time. Again, he grunted. Our main character let out his own grumble, challenging his awkwardly unnamed foe. But his ‘foe’ did not budge hearing the meaningless threat of air. “Aish!” Timothy declared his patience and stormed eagerly, forgetting about the stranger, into the house.

Professor Elm didn’t own a garden outside, just a small gravel step to his door. A door that Timothy decided to bound through and shout his demand of his Pokémon. “Professor Elm IM HERE!” A shocked and apparently was sleeping pidgey squawked as it fell off her pile of books perch. As usual, Timothy didn’t even recognize the pidgey and he darted stepping over the fainted Pokémon into Mr. Elm’s laboratory. “PROFESSOR ELM! IM HERE FOR MY…” The elder fell out of his chair in shock grumbling about how fire was to break loose on the extremely loud guest. The metallic chair with a single cushion rolled away from Professor Elm’s outstretched fingers. “Who in the blazes decides to shout their almighty in my house?!” Elm looked a bit displeased as he sat on his rump on the tiled floor. He finally looked at the uneasily disappointed boy with a bit of a sour grin. “So it was you boy!” Elm threw up a finger pointing at Timothy. “Sir, I’m here for my..” Without a worry in his voice Timothy didn’t even recognize the mishap he had caused to the elderly Professor. “Don’t you stand there and help me up!”Elm lifted his arms to the boy and Timothy came to help him rise. The lift was a bit shaky though but he managed to put the bit of a chubby professor back onto his feet.
“Thank you.” He batted his reddened face with a handkerchief as Timothy stared at him with his really big blue eyes. “You look ready for an adventure!” Elm leaned an arm upon his counter right next to the fresh new monitor that displayed a series of text. All Timmy could do was nod in excitement, trying to hold his breath before he let out the same question again. “Sir, my Pokémon?” Professor Elm darted his gaze onto the machine that held the three starter Pokémon within it. “Over there, child. Choose carefully for this is your first Pokémon.” He was correct. Timothy didn’t understand the friendship between a human and a Pokémon. He only knew that they were ordered by masters or they lived freely within their earth’s skies, if to live side by side with them. So, for this particular moment, he was going to form a bond with his first Pokémon – ever. For once in his life, he slowed his pace as he crossed over to the machine which was a glass form held in suspension between the ceiling and the ground. Within the case laid snuggled, 3 ordinary red and white pokéballs. The case itself could of represented a pokéball as well, for it had a round button in its center ready to be released. He pointed to this button, as he his eyes questioned rather it opened the case. Professor Elm nodded as he pushed it. A quick release of air failed at pushing a curl out of his face. He dipped a small hand carefully pulling out the enter pokéball. “I know who you are already.” He said, apparently talking to the ball.

Grasping it in his hands as though it was a dream Timothy stared at it while a purge of enthrallment rushed through his veins. His breathing quickened as he raised it to shoulder height and pressed the single white button. Red light flooded his eyes, causing his other hand to quickly shield them. “Toto, dile?” Relief took over Timothy’s body as he fell to his knees, blinking to take certain of the image before him. No, it’s not an image my friend, it your first Pokémon. This water Pokémon stared up at his new trainer, with a blank look on his face. ‘What’s your name kid?’ It seemed to say as he licked a booger out of his nostril. “Hey there, Totodile. My name’s Timothy and you are going to help me become the greatest Pokémon master out there!” It blinked once, but his attention drew to the door as a woman stepped in. She held the fainted pidgey, petting it easily around the back on his neck. “Oh dear, don’t we have an anxious one?” She raised an eye brow at the Totodile who licked his other nostril. “Ah, Gloria, what happened to Trixie here?” Professor Elm reached out to pick the pidgey gently out of her arms. “An anxious young lad scared her out of sleep.” She said, giving the boy a modest frown. Timothy stared down at his knees, knowing she was chastising his foolishness. She was finished with her task and left the room without another word. “Don’t worry boy, Trixie is easily scared by anything.” Elm laughed heartedly trying to shake the disturbance out of the air.

Timothy nodded and cheered himself up by racing towards his new Pokémon, picking it up into his own arms, imitating the professor’s actions. The crocodile Pokémon squirmed within the tight hug enough to maneuver his snout above the boy’s arms. ‘Take that!’ Large teeth clenched upon Timothy’s nose releasing it from the hug. “GWAH!” Tears slid easily as they rained down the lad’s baby face and he lifted his head to shake the Pokémon off. “Put him back into his ball this instant!” Professor Elm gave out a boisterous laugh that he couldn’t hold within himself. Exclusive of an alertness to the pokéball still held fast within his right hand, Timothy stormed left and right of Professor Elm. Totodile held on with a somewhat glee in his growling. Knocked glass bottles slipped beneath Timothy’s feet and he sprawled towards the rear wall, hitting it just as Totodile let go. The Pokémon of course, landed safely on his rump, licking his sore teeth. Timothy’s predicament was a bit more… unsightly - his body flattened against the barrier. A bit of blood trickled out of the bitten wound across the point of his human nose. Weeping a bit and holding dearly onto it - he slid down to the floor – crushed. The Totodile touched the thrown pokéball with his nose, going back into it on his own.

“At least you didn’t hurt the poor Pokémon while flailing about like that.” A sweet voice slipped through Silver’s lips as she crossed over from her stand to assist the boy. Her presence warmed the air a bit for her highly colored attire shined against the whiteness of the room, making her seem like a rainbow of hope. She kneeled down on one knee, “Don’t move, this might..” “OW!" His mouth opened suddenly gasping for air due to the impact of her hand upon his nose. Silver didn’t pull her hand away from his squished face, rather she rubbed the ointment a bit firmer. “Stop! Please stop!” The yellow top pleaded in agony and then she finally let go of him. Professor Elm stood over the two, glasses poised around his beady eyes, examining her medical work. “That ought to do it just bout there, Silver. Saves him a doctor trip, hehe.” Restless anger rose out of Timothy, “Why’d you do that for!” He protested pushing her a few feet away from him. Professor Elm laid a hand on his shoulder whilst he sat, knees up, arms locked around his stomach and eyes closed as though he was trying to throw a fit. “Silver, do you have a band-aid?” Aye, Pokémon world has band-aids too! She nodded, sitting back up from the fall, and handed Elm one of the orange ones from a side pouch of her bag. He didn’t even allow the boy to put in on himself, rather he peeled off the plastic backing and slapped it point taken onto the small, red nose. “GWAH!”

Silver sat herself in front of the boy to take a better look at him. He didn’t perceive her intentions for he was busy crinkling his eyes, trying not to rub his nose anymore. She noticed his features did have a baby fat side to his cheeks, and his ears stuck out like a monkey. “Whose this Professor Elm?’ Hearing that she was right in front of him, Timothy peeked one eye open to see who it was. Two large pink eyes filled his view. He blinked once, then twice as though he was dreaming. “Timothy, introduce yourself like a good boy.” Professor Elm rubbed a hand on his head, then walked over to his chair, pulling it back to the computer desk. You could say a breath of silence overtook the room as the two stared at each other. “Hell… HELLO!” Timothy blurted in fear of the weirdly dressed girl. A wink of an eye and a bow of the head, Silver shoved her hand into the young lad’s face. “My name’s Silver! You must be the one I’m going to take to the ranch?” Mouth wide open, not even paying attention to the outstretched hand, Timothy just nodded. “Uh.. huh.” A green and white feminine Pokémon walked graciously into the room, interrupting their little introductions. “Kirli, there you are.” Professor Elm staggered a bit as he lifted out of his lab chair, placing the pidgey on nearby random cushion and walked over to Silver’s companion. The Pokémon gave him a hearty salute and then bowed towards the two on the floor.

“I’m sure Thai and the others are waiting for your presence, Kirli.” Professor Elm shook one of petite hands as she smiled at his eagerness. The feelings in the room made her a bit uneasy, so she had waited till the atmosphere became calm before entering the lab. “But Professor, we would need to be on our way.. I’m sure though Kirli could say hi to them before we leave.” With excitement, Kirli dashed out of the room back the way she had came. Professor Elm turned to look at Silver, “I’m afraid Kirli is staying here, my dear.” Thunk. Her heart had fallen deep within her soul’s imaginary presence of security. Eyes drooped down, closing half way and her nose pinched upwards in such a way that her mouth had to pinch too. “She’s not coming with us? Whose going to protect me? This guy?!!?” She shouted, pointing her finger back at Timothy, without even giving a single look of her eyes. “I wouldn’t mind..” He mumbled slowly, trying to get back up onto his feet. Shoulders raised a good couple of inches as Silver sat on the floor, pulling her arms into a self-hug. Professor Elm let out a deep sigh, questioning himself to take her matters into his own. “Alright dear, why don’t you take one of those Pokémon with you?” He nodded, showing her the machine which Timothy had just withdrew the Totodile.

“Would I EVER!” Quickly, ignoring her own sudden outburst, she came to stood beside the machine. Timothy followed her and showed her how to open it by pushing the button for her. “I knew that!” Silver frowned at him in ignorance and hovered her entire form over the two pokéballs, wishing to hide her choice from him. She picked up the one on the left and released the Pokémon behind her. This time, a soft red glow illuminated just a few feet away from where Silver stood and the fire Pokémon presented itself to her. ‘Hello there!’ “Cyndaquil!” Smoke sprayed out of the little one’s nostrils, covering Silver’s rain boots. Professor Elm rushed over to observe in such a enthusiastic manner and said that the Pokémon was a female. “Really?” Silver bent down to observe the Pokémon a bit closer to see if she could see the distinctness of it being a girl. “I can’t tell…” Timothy kneeled down next to her and grinned, “Hi there! My name is Timothy, what’s yours?!” ‘HELLO!’ Cheered by Timothy’s thunderous voice, Cyndaquil lifted her snout towards him and let out a huge cloud of smoke. Black stuff smacked him head on, blanketing his monkey like face. “BWAUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Silver fell over, throwing her fists and feet into the air as she laughed like a hyena. A tiny snort leaked from her nose as she tried to stop howling her silliness. Timothy rubbed the silt off his eyes and the areas around his nostrils, creating a clown like face. Silver, throwing her arms at him, smudged a smile around the left and right corners of his mouth. “There’s the happy fella!” She proclaimed. His lips however, were turned upside down.

Professor Elm tossed the boy a yellow stained cotton cloth that he seemed to have been using before this incident… Without realizing the towel was stained, Timothy attacked his face with it, trying desperately to clean every bit. Silver rubbed two fingers down the back of Cyndaquil’s neck, “I’d like to name you Firefly. May I do that little one?” Her Pokémon responded to the touch by almost sounding like it was purring (but it’s a cross between a bee and a cat… in our world) and she happily accepted the name as her own. With the sun outside yearning to fall asleep behind the little town, Professor Elm knew they must be on their way. “Ok you two, I think it’s time to go.” He helped Silver up with an easy hand and then their little troop were escorted outside of the house. “Don’t forget to stop by home and show your mom your Pokémon, Timothy.” Professor Elm shook hands with Silver and patted Firefly. Timothy was already walking home, unaware that Silver sped to catch up with him.

“So, which one is yours?” Silver eyed that most of the houses were two story and were contained behind tall white picket fences. Timothy didn’t say anything to her, probably still angered by her brutality of his nose. A couple of little boys and girls rushed by them, tossing a ball between their outstretched fingers. Silver had to move out of their way, for they plowed straight through the two. Firefly walked between Silver’s feet, afraid she might have been stepped on. Timothy, head down with his muffler hiding most of his nose, stopped at the fifth house away from their starting point. He opened the cast iron gate with ease, still head down and made his way through the yard. Silver held back for a moment, watching him go like he was trying to hide his face from something, or someone. ‘I smell food!’ “Cynda….quil!:” Happily, Firefly bolted after Timothy’s steps. “Oh no..” Silver groaned, wishing the Pokémon had not done that. She took a couple of paces about the gate, pondering her ascent into the yard, and she looked up to the sky. Evening sun casted a great deal of warmth but it lit up the only window which observed the front yard. A strange being hovered about the inside window, and this made Silver very uneasy. She jumped behind one of the massive brick wall stone pillars, holding her breath. “Who.. could be that scary?” Almost whispering to herself, Silver took another glance around the stone. The form was gone. “Silver!” Timothy’s sudden voice terrified her as she jumped unexpectedly. “Ri..right here!” Holding up a hand, still hiding out of site Silver tried to find a calmness to her breathing. “Mom wants to see you.” His two blue eyes peered around the pillar, questioning her bizarre stance. “Did you see Firefly?” Only a hushed voice escaped her lips. He shook his head no. Silver nodded and followed his footsteps through the front garden.​

 

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*phew* with all the replies on other's fanfics, I guess my next chapter will be a revised setting a bit further along the story so that I dont drag it on forever :] Hope you enjoy! And hope i get some writing done with all my exams this week XD ja ne!

 

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You are very talented at writing!
Has silver got a shiny Hoppip or did i read it wrong?

 

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Iyo, the hoppip was a wild pokemon friend, jut like kirlia(kirli, who assisted her to professor elm's house). The cyndaquil was her first pokemon :]

 

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Below are the trainer IDs so far in the story as well as the ones upcoming in the next chapter! I'll add a little background info to Sojiro and the twins in the next chapter. Yes it says team aqua and he is wearing red, just think the redness is blue lol. (not going to manipulate somebody's artwork.)I drew Silver's and Timothy. Pretty lame huh XD

<---- http://shes-t.deviantart.com/ Her/his artwork.

 

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Character Introduction:
Name: Seta Sojiro
Nickname: Sojiro the tenkin
Age: 20
Little Background information: Strives to become the strongest team Aqua member even above Archie himself. Though use of water Pokémon is not his pride. Joined at a young age, but has built up a debt with team aqua so he can’t just leave. Instead of leaving, he is becoming stronger to take over the ‘weak’ team aqua and make it his to command as he pleases.
Pokemon So far: Death Scythe - a lvl 18 scyther (female) and Night Terror - a lvl 17 ghastly (male)

Names: Kiri and Sam ketchup. (yes, ketchup!)
Ages: twins at 13
Little background information: Daughters of Maxie who is the leader of Team Magma. Kiri and Sam have been running around the base for so long, their dad finally let them out on their own. Something like the old fashion adventure, but they were to cause mischief wherever they went. The twin were to support team magma’s ordeals and to find information about Groudon.
Pokemon so far: Kiri: Houndour - lvl 10 and Felix the Chatot lvl 5. Sam: Lady - a lvl 9 poochyena.

Chapter 3
-Road to the Pokémon Ranch –
Part 1



Agile like the wind carrying a juno leaf across the water’s surface – one could see speed lines drawn behind him when he moved between the trees. Destiny called to this young man’s soul as he reached out ahead of him, to gently block the tip of the day’s sun rays. A greenness feathered beyond his left eye’s view, Death-scythe ran gracefully alongside his path. He nodded towards his Scyther, then checked the silver compass which held fast within his black waist cloth. It pointed direct north defining they were on the right course. Their movement halted, someone was also following their path – or close to it.

“The map says it’s just up that hill!” Droplets of sweat descend from Timothy’s bushel of hair and down the back of his blue coat. His companion looked elated, “I hope so..” Silver rubbed her belly staring at her Firefly, who in return seemed starving as well. Silence overtook the forest that lined their dirt beaten path. She couldn’t help but direct looks behind and around them, uneasy as though someone could be there waiting to strike them because they had Pokémon. Drago finally followed close behind, for he had been lazily keeping his trainer in the far view of his own peripherals. ‘I wish I could just carry him…’ Silver gave the water Pokémon a solemn look while licking a bit of cotton mouth from her dry lips. They’ve been on the road for an entire afternoon, the night before and all morning. This stretch of the journey has stiffened their backs and cramped their noodle like legs to exhaustion The team continued on for the remainder of that hill on their map, and they stopped just at the top declaring the beauty of the land beyond it. “Do.. do you see that?!” A breath hardly escaped Silver’s lungs as she pointed towards the vast open fields. “Pokémon!” Timothy cried, jumping for joy.

Lime green grass tickled the undersides of the milktank who mooed as they turned their snouts towards the dew dripping high grass of the western field. Cotton dots of yellow and blue Pokémon migrated into the miltank’s field. One could see the little sparks flowing through their coats as they brushed up against one another. Majestically a group of buildings poised themselves within the middle of thee fields, for each one had towers raised to the sky. A water mill creaked with a vigor push as it rolled within the water from a small south flowing stream. As Sojiro calmly approached the team, his own eyes settled upon the largest building, which should of held the Pokémon eggs. His sycther grimaced in patience, for she wanted to rid of the travelers so their path wouldn’t be averted for long. A hand massaged her right shoulder, and he nodded in perseverance. “Don’t worry, this won’t take long.”

Silver, Timothy and their Pokémon raced down the small hill and rushed into the grassy open land. They avoided the path entirely, for their attention embraced the thought of catching one of the sheep and cow like Pokémon. “They’re so cute!” Silver cried in delight and climbed the wooden picket fence. “Hold it right there!” His husky voice echoed through the youngsters ears as the rancher approached on his ponyta. It’s beautiful flame mane excelled every dreamy thought within Timothy’s mind. “Woah!” Forgetting entirely about Drago, he rushed over to touch the ponyta. “Son, didn’t I say to hold it?” The rancher knocked Timothy’s fingers away from his Pokémon, quite scaring the wits out of the youngster’s guts. Drago caught up with them, again, and he compelled himself to laugh mechanically at the scared look painted on Timothy’s face. Silver jumped the fence as soon as Timothy fell, zooming to his aid. “Are you alright!?!” No answer, just the look of bewilderment as he stared up at the angry rancher. “Sir, he didn’t mean anything by it!” Her gaze glared into the mid-age man’s hazels and black tiny dots. He in return, shook his frown from his mustache, “Don’t ye know that ye can’t approach any Pokémon like that? And whose ya’ll be?” His pronunciation caused the kids to blink a couple of times, and then Timothy responded with an odd sense of eagerness, “I’m Timothy, that’s Drago! And she’s…” “Silver SIR!” The young miss stood up and bowed to the rancher, making him a bit uncomfortable of the formality. “Oh, so yer the kids the professor sent. Alrighty then! Come with me.” He pulled gently on the reins turning ponyta around in a circle. Firefly jumped into Silver’s arms and the team followed him to the structures with the towers.

Not far behind our main characters here, Sojiro and Death (short for death scythe) made their way into the pastures of the ranch. They didn’t follow them exactly, rather they hid amongst the herds of mareep and milktanks. “Come on out Night Terror, I need you to keep a look out.” Purple smoke emitted from the blue pokéball, and his ghastly entered into the Pokémon world. It mumbled lazily and flew high into the sky. Action stirred amongst the herd for another rancher was coming their way. “We got to move, let’s go darling.” He whispered to his Scyther and they rushed past the herds and into the park of buildings. A fountain sounded from the middle of the circular path that led to all of the establishment. Silver and Timothy were being shown the main building – the hatchery. “Tch.” He clicked his tongue of annoyance and Death motioned to a side window. They knelt down watching the team gaze in amazement at all the colorful Pokémon eggs inside.​

 

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Chapter 3 part 2​

“Dorothy! Oh Dorothy!” Their guide called out in a bellowing accent within the artificially heated room. Her neon green locks fitted anomalously amongst the red and blue colored eggs that were portrayed on the first row of shelves, “Timmy, look! That one has the same spots as Firefly!” With a couple of blinks, Silver’s Pokémon sniffed one of the similar eggs, ‘It does smell like me too!’ A rush of excitement swarmed Firefly’s mind and she chased down different scents of the eggs, trying to figure out what slept inside of them. The shelving lacked sophistication for hay was sprawled everywhere beneath the horizontal heating lamps but the number of rows stacked high to the ceiling like a library of eggs. Both the children desperately wished that one of these mysteriously holding Pokémon within them, could have been theirs. A skinny woman in overalls and pigtails walked in from the northern door coming to see all the commotion. “Why Harold, who are these youngin runnin’ about my hatchery for?” Her appearance could remind you of a grovyle, for green cloths descended from her arms and her head had a weird bandana on in the same shape of a leaf. “Dorothy, Professor Elm sent these two for that egg we was talking about earlier.” Harold, our mystery guide/rancher, side hugged Dorothy as she smiled abrasively happy to see children admiring her work. Timothy held his gaze onto a purple striped one with green blotches. “This is so cool!” He exclaimed. Silver poked him in the side, to get his attention. “My name’s Silver, this is Timothy. And she’s Firefly – that’s. . . DRAGO!” Silver awoke Timothy’s senses, finally. Pulling his gaze instantly away from the egg, he saw his Pokémon about to gobble down another. “Drago put that down NOW!” Timothy ran and tackled his water friend, barely saving the saliva smothered pink egg. ‘YOU HAVEN”T FED ME IN 6 HOURS! I’M HUNGRY!’ The Totodile cried with all his might, still holding onto the egg whilst his trainer tried to pull it away from him. “That’s a Pokémon, you can’t eat Pokémon!” Dorothy stepped over to the two and picked the egg from their hands, “If you were hungry youngin, you should of said so. We havin some lunch in the house if you like.” She patted the still tearing up Totodile on his head. With a jolt of excitement the Pokémon jumped for joy as though nothing had happened. Timothy glared at him with less enthusiasm “Hmp.”

Whilst the trainers and their two guides left the hatchery for some lunch, Sojiro and Death snuck into the south door of the hatchery. “Aish, its warm in here…” He wiped a bead of sweat from his white brow observing hastily of all the eggs. He pulled a brown sack, that was neatly folded within his backpack, and handed it to Death. “I’ll find the ones we need. Just hold it still girl.” Death Scythe saluted him eagerly and followed close behind him as he started to pull random eggs off the shelves. Majority of the eggs where a white pastel blue, and or red and white with decorations of cascading wave lines. Water Pokémon. “Let’s just call this a welcome home present for Archie. You know after being defeated by mere twerps, he’s possibly thinking of a way to handicap all new beginning trainers from becoming as strong again.” Sojiro was used to the idea of talking to his Pokémon. They were his companions and dear friends who had persisted with him through his hardships in being a Team Aqua member. Scyther nodded happily along with his words, quite understanding the informative news. He picked up a yellowish and orange spotted one, stared at it intently as though he wanted to just have one of these for his own, but he shook the idea out of his mind and tossed it into the bag. Death had to catch it and place it gently on top of the others. RATTLE, SHAKE – BOOM! Glass of all the windows in the hatchery shattered, Sojiro protected Death by covering her with his body against the nearest empty Pokémon shelf. “What the heck?!?! NIGHT TERROR!” He called out to his ghastly who promptly appeared before them. ‘Team Magma has arrived.’ “GHASTLY! GHASLTY!” His Pokémon shook in fear bewildered of the impact made within the east wall – a hole as wide as a golemn’s body opened before them.

Alarms sounded off above within the highest towers. Fire grazed hungrily on the eastern wall of the hatchery as two young ladies advanced the structure in an open, roofless vehicle. (Somewhat like our modern jeep, but smaller.) “I didn’t know that Team Aqua had the same idea as we did.” The redheaded girl who sat in the passenger side eyed Sojiro as he braced himself before them. A torrent gun stood tall on the back of their car, with a tiny bird-like Pokémon perched right above its trigger. “Same idea! Sqwauk!” The chatot cheerfully sounded off in repetition of its owner. Sojiro laughed mechanically, “Ah, the daughters of Maxie were finally allowed outside of their kindergarten cage? How nostalgic!” Death Scythe understood her trainer as he quickly tied the ends of the bag with double knots. She allowed him to strap it onto her back, permitting access of her blades to fight with. The members were not alone anymore on the field that they shared. A group of growlithe surrounded the entire hatchery, and the distance between it and the girl’s vehicle. “Totodile, use water gun now!” Timothy and his Pokémon were the second to arrive to the unpredicted scene. Drago jumped into the air, removed a half eaten sandwich from his mouth and used water gun on the spewing flames that had grew some height on the hatchery’s wall. The effort only achieved little effect. Silver rushed to his aid with Firefly in her arms. “That’s not going to work!” She thought of the dirt that laid beneath their feet, “Firefly can you kick this dirt up into the air?” She placed her own small Pokémon onto the ground, and picked up a pile of dirt in her hands. She threw it onto the flames, quite helping them to distinguish faster. Firefly imitated her efforts, using all four of her paws to throw the dirt.

Sitting slightly on the driver’s side door frame, the second redhead stared at the youngsters. “How pathetic, but it’ll save us some time I suppose.” Her shoulders raised up in a hunch, then fell as she jumped out of the car. “Come on sis!” Her twin sister was still staring at their opponent who had took off running with his Pokémon tailing him. “But I wanted to play a bit more with him…” Sighing she left her chatot armed with the gun and followed her sister into the hatchery. They didn’t make it far for they had to stop dead two feet before their destination. Two growlithe stood in their way, growling viciously. “I wouldn’t dare tick off my pups if I were ye.” Harold held fast to a key chain of whistles, apparently that had summoned his trained Pokémon to their aid. Kiri, the younger of the twins (by what, 3 minutes?) giggled as she twirled a piece of her long hair. She touched her wristband that had held one pokéball on top of her wrist, releasing the blinding red light. A livid jester-like houndour appeared between her and the duo of growlithe. Two large teeth poked out beneath his upper lip, and he licked them castigating the relentless Pokémon who advanced onto his presence. ‘Hey master, I think these two are asking for trouble!’ “Houndouuuurr!” He howled in glee as he side stepped a tackle.

“Watch this Silver, I’ll show yeah what me and Drago can do!” Timothy eagerly took note of the first battle he’s ever seen which was between the houndour and growlithe. Silver nodded her awareness of their boldness, but then was presented a half eaten sandwich by Totodile. ‘I’ll need that later!’ “Totodile!” She took it from him, holding the corner up as though it was going to infect her with his saliva germs. “Thank…you?” The water Pokémon thanked her with a smile and walked casually into the middle of the field, about seven feet from where the twins stood. “Cyndaquil!” ‘Wait for me!’ Firefly chased after him, without any commands from Silver. “Firefly no!” Fear took over Silver’s heart, for she knew not what to do. “She can do it, Silver, trust her!” Timothy supported the fire Pokémon’s actions as he pulled on Silver’s arm. “Come on, they need us!” She stuttered an ok and followed her brave companion onto the field, tossing away the half eaten sandwich. Whisks of flames blew onto their path by the aggressive wind and the two trainers jumped the minute obstacles. “Kids get back here!” Both Harold and Dorothy called from the outskirts wishing they had stopped the two beforehand. Angrily watching the two press forward onto her and her sister, Sam (the elder twin) touched her matching bracelet, “Lady, don’t let them near us!” Poochyena sprang forth from the pokéball and tackled delicate Firefly. Her fangs brought down her throat as she clawed into Cyndiquil’s side. Silver screamed out of agony, and fell to her knees. “Don’t touch her. Stop! Please!” However, Timothy brushed past her commanding with a strong head, “Drago use water gun! Then bite!” Totodile’s head moved in a circular rotation and he spewed water from his jaws, and whilst it pushed Lady off of Firefly, he charged into her with a bite attack. Confused of battling one on two, Sam rushed past her sister, grabbed the bag and dashed into the hatchery. “I’ll complete the job!” She, without being careful at all, stashed all the unbroken eggs she could find left on the leaning shelves. “Sam, Lady fainted!” Kiri called after her, who in return was being cornered by the growlithe. Her houndour jumped between her and four growlithe, and used the roar attack he just learned previously to this battle. The roar shook the determination from the four growlithe as they ran, tail between their legs far into the pastures. RATTLE. RATTLE. RATTLE. Houndour’s eyes widened in deep shaking fear. The herd of milktank, who were disturbed by the growlithe, charged into the circular clearing. “MOOO!” They cried out in unison.

“SILVER!” “TIMOTHY!” Desperate heavy metal music fills my mind as I see our trainers reaching out to one another. Their fingers don’t touch due to a calf rampaging through their outstretched hands. Silver crouched to the ground, covering her head with her hands. “GWAH!” On the other side of that calf, Timothy was knocked away by the oncoming traffic, swept into their course. Kiri had to blink a couple of times, then she crouched down shivering behind her houndour. ‘NUH UH!’ “DOUR!” Her Pokémon whined, backing up to try to squeeze behind her crouched body and a building’s wall. Within the shaking hatchery, Sam braced herself between two Pokémon shelves. The bag at her feet trembled so much that the eggs rolled aside from her grasp. “NO!!!! My work is ruined!” The fire that lurked on the field was trampled to death as the milktank passed its surface. “MOO!” Soft spoken tears fell from Silver’s face as all she could think about was Timothy and their Pokémon. “Firefly! Where are you?!” She clenched her teeth together, nearly biting her tongue of distaste. “CYND…A… QUIL!” Somewhere from within the split seconds of the crowd’s rage, a volcanic powered flame raised itself to the sky. Emitting light onto every object it displayed hidden power within Firefly’s heart. 3 milktanks fainted from being touched by the blast and the commotion subsided as the rest of them left the scene. What remained was Kiri holding desperately onto her houndour, Timothy nowhere to be found, Silver laid arms spread out as she gasped for the lightness of air returning to her lungs and eggs randomly cradled within clumps of dirt. Sam let go of the shelf she was holding onto, and her form rolled down the side of another, landing on her back as she stared up at the cloudless sky. “Epic Failure.”​

 

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GWAH! After rereading that last part for the 5th time I realise Sojiro's escape wasn't detailed at all! Also, I pushed like 5 dif scenes into the last paragraph.. totally ending up with myself clueless. lol *goes back to the drawing board* wait... i ment my old fashion type writer -.- owhell. The idea was spoken enough. Will be posting rewrites of that paragraph within the day! Thanks for readng my apology :]