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A war once raged between Pokemon. This was no ordinary war, no, but a war of unimaginable proportions.
Beings called Light and Dark Pokemon had come to fruition; Dark Pokemon being called upon to destroy
the land whilst Light Pokemon were called to protect it. Lord Arceus, angry from being awakened from his
sleep by the Dark Ones, called forth the Light Ones to banish the darkness once and for all. After a terrible
battle that spanned many years, the Light Pokemon finally prevailed - but at the loss of their lives.
Having the land finally restored, it seemed a peaceful era could begin again. If only that were the case.
In the land of Talzere sits Deoxys; an evil and malicious Pokemon hell-bent on bringing the world to its knees.
Using powers unbeknownst to others, he has once again called upon a dark army to take away the peace held for so long.
In a far off, distant land, a human girl is unknowingly involved in events that are yet to occur.
When she is attacked and whisked to Talzere, she is caught in the crossfire of a war, and could possibly
be the only one strong enough to counter it.
Talzere, a world inhabited only by Pokemon, is not defenceless, but it cannot keep Deoxys at bay forever.
With the help of the Pokemon Rescue Association, the capital of Talzere's defence force, the Wingardom Missionary,
and an arsenal of allies, one human must find the light within and do what it takes to defeat darkness once and for all.
Lest Talzere fall.
*Please note this is a PG-13+ Fan-Fic.
Contains violence, coarse language and romance.
All reviews and comments appreciated!
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Eleven in all, noted for their names that reflect emotions, these orbs bring great power to those who wield them.
Listed in alphabetical order;
-- Orb of Sorrow; Has the power to break down foes until they are paralysed with a crippling inner sense of dread. Most useful for obtaining information from foes and demoralising them.
Each orb only has one owner, respectively, at a time. To be the ‘master’ of the orb, hereby allowing you to wield its powers, one must first access, or open, the orb. This is done in a variety of different manners, depending on the orb’s will. Often the name of the orb will give those who seek its power a hint as to how to open it.
For instance, the Orb of Sorrow, which Zanna unknowingly opened, was done so when feelings of such dread overcame her. A vision was also passed through the orb to Zanna upon opening. Once opened, orbs may reveal visions of the past or future to the wielder corresponding with their emotion. In order for an orb to pass master's, one of the following conditions must be met.
1) The wielder of the current orb must relinquish ownership
2) The wielder of the current orb's life must be forfeit
3) The will of the one wishing to wield the orb must be stronger than that of the current master
Even when not opened, those who possess an orb may feel its influence upon them. When holding the Orb of Joy, one might feel elated. For those in possession of the Orb of Death, one might feel the very life being sucked from their soul.
For a wielder to have mastery over more than one orb is uncommon. To find these orbs is lucky enough, but to own more than one is considered very rare. When more than one orb is activated at a time, some powers may occasionally act in discordance. If the Orb of Sorrow were to activate with the Orb of Joy, some powers of both orbs may be neutralised, but they are by far rendered helpless. One who has mastery over all eleven orbs is considered to be 'God'.
Name: Zanna/Suzanna Harper [Soo-zan-ah Har-pur] Age: 17 Gender: Female Species: Pikachu Appearance: Looks like a normal Pikachu except for a glowing, white circle on her tail. Wears a mysterious pure-white ribbon given to her by Rye. The engravings on the side must have some meaning, but are yet unknown. She is slightly smaller than the average Pikachu her age. Personality: She's really very caring and lighthearted. She can be quite sarcastic at times, and more than a little moody, but has a fiery spirit and won't easily give up. Loyal to those around her, she always strives to do her best. She retains a particular soft spot for Rye, protecting the Elekid above all else. As a Light Pokemon, instincts will take over and she acts more like an animal than anything. Controlling this side of her will take time at most, but she's willing to try anything to save Talzere. History: Not much is known about her history, execpt that she used to be a human. But of course, the others don't know that yet. She first came into the Pokemon world when Jirachi managed to save her from Deoxys' attack. Since then, she's been training hard, and striving to be a master rescuer. When Rye left Zanna was crushed. She now with-holds her emotions as to not burst into a ball of despair. She doesn't remember much about her human life, but recent events are causing certain 'flashbacks'. She's even more worried if any of them find out she is not Pokemon-born - especially Rye. What would the Elekid think of a human?
Name: Jarre [Jar] Age: 17 Gender: Male Species: Torchic Appearance: The same as any Torchic, though his feathers might be considered rather rough and more red than others. Sometimes sports a torn dark red bandanna around his neck; the only symbol from his childhood. Personality: He's quite the caring Pokemon, usually looking out for others before himself. When he gets angry though, you don't want to mess with him. He has a bad temper, and can be quick to anger. Doesn't trust too easily, but can be swayed. Harbours a strong hatred for the Elekid, Rye, which is unknown to Zanna. The two have history which they'd rather not bring up again. Loyal friend and rescue partner to Zanna. History: A Torchic with a troubled past, Jarre used to work for the reknowned gang leader, Scythe, in his hometown of Shale. Jarre grew up as an orphan after his parents were killed during a previous war. He has murdered before, but likes to keep his secrets. He joined Scythe after his 'brother', Raze, deserted him. He has since mended his evil ways, and moved to Likera to start a new life, hoping to put the past behind him.
Name: Rye/Riley [Rye-lee] Age: 19 Gender: Male Species: Elekid Appearance: Unlike usual Elekids, Rye has stunning emerald eyes. His mouth is usually set in a straight line. Personality: Rye's more reserved than others. He keeps his secrets, and others keep theirs. He does not trust easily, but once he's on your side, will be as loyal as the best of them. He doesn't smile often and may appear rather cold at times, but that's just who he is. Calm and collected, Rye can maintain his cool even in the most dire situations. If he's ever heard laughing, it's a miracle. Holds a soft spot only known to Zanna. Hates the Torchic, Jarre, with extreme passion, constantly calling him 'kid' whenever he gets the chance to undermine the firebird. History: Rye works for a type of 'detective' agency, called the Wingardom Missionary located in The Marble City, Wingardom. His father, Virok, sits as Commander, which puts Rye under a lot of excess stress. His father once murdered his best friend and the Elekid has yet to deal with it. He hides his past from others as he masks his feelings. Tormented by the fact he is now caught under the same curse as his father was tampering with, he desires to put off a visit to see him anytime soon, though it is inevitable. He currently cares more for his job than for friends, but since Zanna came to town, he's beginning to be a bit more lighthearted than usual, which has him worried. His main objective now, is to sniff out Raze and Scythe and stop them from ruining the lives of others. Again. Currently training under Darkrai, who is teaching him to control his new powers.
Name: Codan [Code-an] Age: 36 Gender: Male Species: Dragonite Appearance: Looks like the average Dragonite, only much wiser and with slightly larger wings and longer horns. Has hazel eyes. Personality: Despite still being young, Codan is really wise and quick-thinking for his age, usually sticking to the rules. He's generally calm, but can be very dangerous if provoked. Mostly serious, but he does have a quirky side he only shows to close friends. Extremely protective of younger creatures, especially Zanna, whom he seems to share a heartfelt bond with. Strong-willed and determined, he makes the best leader any team could have. History: Current leader of Team Obsidian. Codan's history is something he prefers to keep quiet. Having no family of his own, he was an orphan before being adopted. The death of his brother and his dear beloved, Reyna, was particularly hard on him. Over the years, he's become more cold and distant, even to his own partners, Lani and Balian. He has a death wish against Deoxys that will never break. Anyone who gets in his way WILL be removed.
Name: Lani [Lah-nee] Age: 32 Gender: Female Species: Houndoom Appearance: Bright, crimson eyes, Lani is just a bit smaller than average Houndoom. Her body is more narrow and lithe, and her tail somewhat longer. Personality: Unlike her rescue partner Codan, she isn't afraid to joke around and mock others. Even so, Lani follows her maternal instincts most of the time, choosing heart over mind. This makes her very protective of others. Her small size is no hindrance in battle, as she can be deadly if provoked. Being a fire Pokemon, she has an affinity for them before all other; thus keeping a particular close watch on Jarre, knowing he has a knack for finding trouble. Is a mother figure to Zanna. History: Lani's history is a mere mystery, and only Codan knows the truth. Little is known about her origin, but rumours say that she came from the Dark Lands itself. How she came to be here, no one knows. Like Rye, she masks her inner feelings with carefully placed jokes, leading others to believe she has forgotten her past. That is hardly the case.
Name: Altair [Alt-air] Age: 18 (Over 10,000 deceased) Gender: Male Species: Pikachu Appearance: He's pure white, being a Light Pokemon, and is slightly taller than average Pikachu. Personality: Altair is really quite easy-going, and is rarely terribly serious. His attitude is more calm and quirky, as he still retains his childhood instincts. As a Light Pokemon, he varies from Zanna, being able to control all his urges and powers. If angered, spikes protrude from his body and he takes on a fearful appearance. He does, however, feel very lonely most of the time due to the fact that he cannot access the Overworld - the upper realms where the living reside. Seeing Zanna has brought him hope once again in many years, which might have sparked the interest he feels for her. That, and Light Pokemon have an instant connection. He can only watch from afar as Zanna fights on. History: Altair was the first ever Light Pokemon which was over 20,000 years ago. He was chosen by the lord Arceus to guide others into battle - including his two best partners and Light Pokemon, Trix and Scry - to stop Darkrai's attempts to take over Talzere. He did succeed, but with one backfire. Darkrai created a clone of himself in the form of Deoxys. Unable to rid the world of the red beast, Altair willingly sacrificed himself to send Darkrai to the Underworld. At least the world is now safe from one more danger. He does, however, hold a terrible secret unknown to anyone; the creation of Deoxys. Somehow he knows if anyone finds out it will be his undoing. He now spends his time in the Farplane, unable to do more than help others by using telepathy.
Name: Raze [Rayz] Age: 18 Gender: Male Species: Taillow Appearance: A normal Taillow, only with a manic grin on his face and blood red eyes. Personality: The seemingly smart one of the evil duo, Raze can be very sadistic. He can also let his sarcasm run wild at times. He doesn't like working with Scythe however, and would just LOVE an opportunity to get rid of her. But he sees her as more of a follower than anything, someone who, if need be, can be eliminated. Raze loves to torment the weak and tease the strong. He has a superiority complex which often gets him head-on into trouble. History: He was like a brother to Jarre in his early days when he was an orphan, and the two were almost inseperable. But ever since the 'unfortunate incident' with Scythe's gang, The Darkshades, Raze deserted Jarre and now works for Deoxys alongside Scythe. Raze only joined Scythe after Jarre had left though, seeing as he wanted nothing to do with the bird ever again. If anyone were to mention Jarre's name to him, I'd don't think they'd be alive to recount the tale. After many years of living a lie, Raze is beginning to regret his choices. He hates that his emotions are unstable and as such is now very dangerous to be around.
Name: Scythe [Sythe] Age: 20 Gender: Female Species: Absol Appearance: Unlike any other Absol, ever, Scythe is completely pure black, except for her face and tail, of course, which are dark grey. Personality: Scythe has a wicked reputation. If she gets angry, you'll likely end up dead; or at least badly mangled. She can be sarcastic and has a very moody temper. She's also rather self-centered and cares more for herself than others. Despites working with a bird who loves nothing more than to pick on her. She's not too bright, though, and perhaps this leads to most of her plans being foiled. History: Back in the good old days, Scythe ran a reknowned gang called the 'Darkshades' in a small town known as Shale. She was feared and respected. Until Deoxys came to town. She's resented him ever since, but only works for him in return for power. Which she has. If Scythe ever gets too angry, something odd happens and she 'turns'. This was brought on due to an experiment a long time ago made possible by Virok the Electivire. However, her condition was so unstable that she was released into Deoxys' care, as that was the deal that was made. She goes completely black and is more like a demon than anything. Mostly nothing can stop her in this state, but one drawback is she doesn't remember how she got that power. Her memory leading up to the experiment is slate-clean.
Name: Deoxys [Dee-ox-is] Age: Unknown Gender: Male Appearance: Full of malice, Deoxys is the usual red shade with whipping tentacles. Personality: Deoxys has a short temper. A VERY short temper, and is not to be messed with. Anyone who ends up on his bad side are either eaten or tossed away to be tortured in a gruesome manner. The two exceptions are his lackeys, Raze and Scythe. He has absolutely no capacity to feel anything but darkness. He is void of any emotion, being an incarnation of Darkrai. What he feels is hatred - the hatred of his master who was forced to the Farplane by Altair. Deoxys will stop at nothing to get what he wants, and the only thing he fears is death itself. History: Deoxys was not born like normal Pokemon; he was created by an incident that occurred many years ago during the Great War. The first Pokemon to ever create evil, dark creations was Darkrai. Deoxys was the pure evil incarnation of Darkrai, not stopping until he gets what he wants. He has lived for thousands of years terrorising the land of Talzere and waging an all-out war with the inhabitants. He will stop at nothing for world domination.
Name: Dash Age: 18 Gender: Male Species: Sneasel Appearance: Like most Sneasel, only with pin-marked scars on his chest and body. Scorch marks also evident. Personality: Dash has a large heart and isn't afraid to show it. Often refers to others using nicknames he has thought up - even if the recipients don't happen to like the names he's given them. Though Sneasel have a clear reputation as being thieves and murderous, cold-blooded individuals, Dash is doing his species proud by not living up to that standard. Once gained as an ally he is a very loyal companion. Thanks to his torture years ago, he is unable to trust quickly, but is somewhat gullible and can be swayed easily. History: Works with Tali as her partner. He was tortured by the gang known as the Darkshades, though at Jarre's doing. From the encounter he has suffered terrible scars and burn marks which will never heal. He's rather wary of the Torchic and will take any chance to escape from his presence. Much else about the Sneasel is unknown.
Name: Tali [Tah-lee] Age: 16 Gender: Female Species: Buizel Appearance: A scowl is etched to her face most of the time. Dull, black eyes. Personality: Uptight and full of sarcasm, Tali isn't the Pokemon to mess with. Although Dash notes that she 'isn't always like this', leading us to believe she has a kind side which is only known to a fair few. What she was like before she met the rest of the group is a mere mystery. She's stubborn and won't do what anyone says, an exception being Dash and authority figures. History: Tali doesn't like to divulge much about her history, and others prefer not to know. She works with Dash as a partner - for what exactly, is unknown. It is clear that she shares some kind of history involving the Weavile of the Hunters known as Rakai, but doesn't wish to reveal what that history is. She was subjected to torment before the gang known as the Darkshades, like Dash, and at the talons of Jarre. She hates to bring this fact up, as it makes her look weak.
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Name: Rakai [Ray-kai] Age: 18 Gender: Male Species: Weavile Appearance: Houses a menacing smirk, is slightly taller than the average Weavile. Personality: Before he was tainted by Virok, Rakai used to be a very troublesome Pokemon. He was hardly ever seen away from Tali's side; the two were like a duo. His personality was quirky and rash, yet reasonable. After the taint, however, things quickly turned sour. Rakai refused to talk to Tali, or listen to reason. He prefers to pick on smaller beings, and sometimes ever those who are larger, to test his brute strength. Somewhat cold and reserved, though he still remembers a little of the old days, as his former self tends to break through. History: When little, Rakai used to cause trouble around the town. He does not remember his family, but remembers being raised in a clan, and was taken into the Missionary at an early age, to train with Rye, Tali and Dash. Finding skills that others had never dreamed of, he quickly excelled to become one of the Hunters; a band of Missionary soldiers tasked with finding others who had gone rogue. Not long after his acceptance, the Sneasel became tainted with dark matter, transferring to him the power of Shadow Poison. Through this, he was able to taint others and create a stronger breed of soldiers, as was part of Virok's plan. He now resides as Virok's right-hand Pokemon, never questioning tasks, though sometimes straining to see the logic behind them. Holds a rivalry with Dash, whom he never liked, and still retains feelings towards Tali, although he would never act on them.
Hey everyone! This story actually starts off with a human instead of a pokemon but i think that adds a bit more interest to it. Chapter 1 will be from Gardevoir's point of view but it's not the usual dream like in the game. I like to make things in detail so if the story isn't good straight away, it'll get better later on. I'm looking forward to any reviews but mostly i just hope you like the story. I'll start it soon so until then, seeya!
I don't mean to sound rude, but you shouldn't start a thread for a fanfic before the first installment is finished. If you look at all the other fanfiction threads here, you can see that they may take up a little bit of a post for an introduction, which then immediately leads straight into the story.
I'm not trying to sound mean, seeing as you're new, Latias_Rider, this is just simple advice. Whether you take it the way I intended you to or not is your decision.
"Zanna! You're early!" exclaimed Mrs. Maple, staring at me with interest.
"Yeah, I know," I said, looking at the ground. "But I just couldn't wait to start the play." Mrs. Maple beamed at me.
"It's so good we have people like you at our school, Zanna. Oh, let me get you a copy of the script. Why don't you have a seat while you're waiting, hmm?" She gestured to a brown oak chair in the corner.
"Thanks," I said, sitting down on the chair. The drama room wasn't exactly what you'd call ‘perfect for a play’, but it did the job. It had a light brown wooden floor, usually dusty, with a small stage at the back.
A few old chairs were scattered around the room, along with some brass instruments and props. The stage curtains were blue and smelt like musk, but we all liked it that way. Last years play was "The Wind in the Willows" and I got cast as a skunk, but I did my best anyway.
One of my lines was: "That is not fair. Should the Swallows stand by, while Frog gets the credit?". But me being me, I got myself all tongue-tied and actually said: "That is not bare. Should the gallows stand high, while hog gets the credit?". I was the laughing stock of the whole school for a month.
I was still deep in thought, when Mrs. Maple reappeared, holding a newly bought script. She smiled at me.
"Here we are then. Now, all you need to do is choose a part you want and go over the lines. If you perform well enough for the part, you might get it at the end of the term."
"Thank you, Mrs. Maple," I said kindly as she handed me the script.
"You're welcome." She smiled warmly at me. "Once everyone else gets here we'll start rehearsal." I flipped through the script, fingers passing over roughly cut edges.
"Okay, thanks," I replied, already engrossed in the first scene.
She disappeared behind the curtains again, probably going into her office. This year’s play was going to be "Romeo and Juliet". I was thinking about trying out for Juliet, but if I mucked up again, I don't know what I'd do. I shook my head, trying to free myself from negative thoughts, but it wasn't working.
Suddenly the door opened and Hawk came in, carrying a heavy bag over his shoulders. "Hey, Zanna. Fancy seeing you here," he said when he noticed me. "I thought after last year, you'd have your head down a toilet!" He raised an eyebrow when I didn't answer.
"What part are you trying out for?" he asked me, sneering. I closed my eyes and breathed in calmly.
"Maybe Juliet," I answered. He grinned at me.
"Juliet, huh? Better not, ‘cause I'm trying out for Romeo." I nearly choked. Hawk trying to get Romeo? I think he'd be better off trying to fly to the moon.
And if we both got our parts, I didn't want him on stage saying he loved me. That’d just be plain horrible! You see, Hawk’s the delinquent at our school, always getting into trouble. But he doesn't look half bad, so all the girls swoon over him. If you ask me, he more or less needs an attitude adjustment.
Today he wore blue jeans and a grey tank top. His brown hair sat almost perfect, which is a change because it usually never does. He has blue eyes, a small nose and a slightly sneering smile. But on good days, it looks like the sun's reflected in his teeth. This wasn't a good day.
"Don't get all hysterical, now," he snapped, glaring at me. "Just because I'll be prince of the play." He smiled menacingly, lowering his eyebrows. "And you'll be the servant." It took all of my strength not to punch him in the stomach. I glared at him. He turned away, walking towards Mrs. Maple's office. "Seeya round, Drama queen!"
"What nerve!" I muttered to myself. "If he gets Romeo, I'm gonna stick to art instead!" But I couldn't back out now. I’d promised my parents the best play ever. It looked like I'd just have to put up with him. I needed to clear my mind. I got out of the chair and opened the door.
A walk was just what I needed right now, or at least somewhere quiet away from Hawk. The rest of the school was almost deserted. No one ever came this early. After all, who likes school? I frowned, trying not to put myself in the "I like school" category, but it's hard when you show up half an hour early.
I walked out of school, across the road to the park. One of my favourite spots was in the park, under a huge oak tree. My best friend, Cody, and I made this our special place last year. And yes, my best friend is a guy. I don't care though. He's great to hang out with and he's always there if I need him.
I found a nice, soft patch of grass below the trunk and flopped down, sighing. I closed my eyes for a second, breathing in the crystal clear, autumn air. When I opened them again, I found a silhouette standing over me, humming to itself. What day is this? Can I not at least get five minutes of peace?
I was just about to tell whoever it was to get lost, when I noticed something. I knew the tune it was humming. I sat up, and when I could see again, I realised it was Cody. He grinned at me, his brown hair blowing in the wind. "Hey, Zanna," He said, sitting down beside me. "How are you this morning?"
I sighed, closing my eyes again. "Not so good."
"Why? What's wrong?" he said. He sounded concerned.
"Oh, you know. Just Hawk again. I mean, if someone doesn't do anything soon, I may have to- Arrrgghh!" I made choking gestures with my hands. Cody laughed, his voice ringing like a song through my ears.
"Think nothing of it, Zanna. We all know he likes you." I stared at him.
"Are you insane?! I already told you a thousand times he doesn't!" Cody stared back coolly.
"Okay, whatever you say." But he raised an eyebrow anyway.
"Although it would make a lot of sense why he wants to try out for Romeo," I said.
Cody almost choked. "He's trying out for Romeo?!"
"Yep," I said. "And that was after I told him I was trying out for Juliet."
"Ah," Cody said slyly. "So he does like you."
"Oh, knock it off!" I said, whacking him over the head with a stick.
"Okay, okay, chill," he said, rubbing his head thoroughly. He was still grinning though. I leaned back against the tree trunk with my arms behind my head. Cody sat beside me, pulling at the grass.
We sat in silence, watching the clouds drift across the sky. "Hey, look. That one looks like you," Cody said suddenly.
"What?" I said, already half asleep.
"The cloud," Cody said again. "It looks a bit like you." I looked to where he was pointing and the strange thing was, it did look like me.
But the cloud suddenly transformed itself, blown by the wind. Now it looked more like a blob. "Awwwww, it changed," Cody said, disappointed. "Weird shape, though," he added. It was. It kind of looked more like a rabbit now. I shrugged off the thought of the cloud.
In the distance, the school bell rang. I didn't realize how late it was. Cody helped me up, then he held his hand outstretched towards me. "Here you go, Zanna. For you." He was holding a small flower. It was light purple, darkening towards the middle. I took the flower and placed it in my hair, behind my ear.
"Thanks, Cody," I said, smiling warmly at him.
"No worries," he said, smiling back. "It's supposed to bring good luck." He turned to go, then winked at me. "Don't worry. Everything will get better soon, I promise." He walked off towards school and I followed close behind.
We parted at the main gate and I walked off towards drama class. Don't get me wrong, I completely trust Cody, but with Hawk in my class I didn't see how things were going to get better. As I entered the room, Hawk greeted me with a wide grin. "Hello, Zanna. Have a seat," he said, patting a chair next to him.
I frowned. His look was giving me the creeps. "Why? What have you done to it?"
"Nothing," he said, still grinning.
"It's okay, Zanna," said a younger girl in year nine called Amy. I looked hard at her face. There was no trace of a lie in her eyes. Sighing heavily, I sat down in the chair.
"Huh, seems okay." But just as I was getting comfortable, one of the legs gave way and I fell on the floor, the hard wood softening my fall. Or rather, it softened me.
Everyone burst out laughing. I swung my eyes around and glared at Hawk. "You really are too easy to fool, Zanna!" he said between laughs. I looked over to Amy.
"I swear I didn't know," she said softly, looking at the floor. I blew a clump of hair out of my eyes and stood up.
Somehow, Cody's words now seemed far away. Life wasn't going to get better and drama certainly wasn't. I grabbed another chair and sat down in the newly formed circle, across from Hawk. See, this was why I like being by myself. No worries, and definitely no people who always make fun of you.
I sneered at Hawk, who smiled back. Just then, Mrs. Maple came in. "Okay, everyone. Let's make a start," she said, clapping her hands before staring around the room. Most faces were already full of boredom, but mine was as fresh as ever. "Seeing as it's such a nice day today, I thought we'd have rehearsal outside. A bit of change in the scenery couldn't hurt, don't you think?"
The whole class cheered and competed with each other to be the first outside. I was the last one to leave. Everyone paired up, ready to exchange lines. I was the only one without a partner. "Oh, Zanna!" said Mrs. Maple when she noticed. "We'll swap second half, okay? Why don't you find something creative to do in the meantime?"
"Okay," I muttered sourly.
I walked back towards the park. Stuff creative things, I'm going to read my lines! I spotted the oak tree and my eyes lit up. Seeing as the play was Romeo and Juliet, I might as well feel like a bird. Once I reached a high branch in the tree, I read my lines out loud to a nearby crow.
The crow stared back blankly, probably wondering what I was saying. I don't know what it was about that stare, but it made me mad. I snapped, "I'm trying as hard as I can, okay? Would you like me to sing a song too?" The crow must have took that as an insult, because it flew out of the tree, curved round, and came back towards me at full force.
I barely dodged it in time. I grabbed hold of a small branch above me to keep myself steady. The crow veered to the left and came in for a second round. I sidestepped it again, but just as I put my foot back on the branch, I slipped. I felt the cool air rush around me, the ground coming closer.
I screamed, but no one seemed to hear. I took one last look at the crow before the world around me darkened. Its red eyes were cold and full of hatred as it landed on a branch and cawed loudly, mocking me...
Credit goes to Larvinator for correcting all my mistakes. ^_^
Last edited by Gem N Ems; 12-10-2008 at 01:50 PM.
Reason: to finish intro
hey i'm so excited! The intro's now finished, so you can review and comment all you like! It may not seem too interesting at the moment, but the first chapter will be much better. Enjoy my story and i'll post the next chapter up soon.
Last edited by Gem N Ems; 04-23-2007 at 12:41 PM.
okay, here's chapter 1. It's much more exciting then the first so I hope you'll have the time to read it.
Chapter 1: Jirachi's wish
The sun hangs low in the sky, like a shining orb full of despair. But… it wasn’t always like this. I can still remember when the land was rich and full of prosperity. When pokemon stood side-by-side, like comrades in arms. We were so peaceful, I guess… we never thought we would fall.
But we could fall. Now, the land is dimming. And with it, the hopes of all those around me. I fear I am too late, but I must try…I will try! For that is the first step towards success. Suddenly, Jirachi lost his train of thought. A small sound had erupted from his mind.
But it was a voice, a voice he remembered. The voice of a wise pokemon. One who’s thoughts reached beyond understanding. A calm, but stern voice.
“Xatu…,” Jirachi answered, straining his mind to the pokemon. “Xatu, I cannot do this. We have failed. I, have failed.”
Jirachi’s voice faltered and he found he could say no more. But Xatu was renowned for his courage and wisdom. He, at least would not give up on him.
“With every failure, comes a new chance to succeed.” Replied Xatu simply. His voice was strong, as if a burning fire raged from within.
Did Jirachi dare to believe? His eyes shimmered, like faith renew.
“You’re right, Xatu! Though we’ve had many failures before, we can do it this time. I can feel it!” Jirachi’s voice strengthened with every word he spoke, as if just saying something could give him hope.
Xatu let out a short laugh. “That’s it my friend! If we stand together, anything is possible.” But Xatu’s following words were that of concern. And perhaps…fear. “Jirachi, I need your help. You know this?” Jirachi nodded solemnly.
“With the last of my strength, I will help you. What is needed to be done?” Xatu seemed to be thinking. There was a long pause before he replied.
“I…need you to go away for a bit.” That was it. Jirachi lost his spark.
“Where to?” He replied gravely. In his mind, Jirachi had an image of Xatu lifting up his head. But it looked different somehow. Like that of a ghost, fading away.
“Watch and listen. Only then will you know what to do.” An image like a video flashed through Jirachi’s mind. The place where he was to go. He was racing over sand dunes in a desert, only to be replaced seconds later by a huge city, roaring with life.
The video slowed as an image of a school came into view. Jirachi watched silently, intimidated by a world he didn’t know. The video swung round from the school towards a park. It was then he realised he was following a girl, A human girl. She had long, brown hair, blue eyes and a quirky smile.
She wore a blue skirt and a light pink t-shirt, embossed with a logo of some kind. The girl halted in front of a tall oak tree. It was then that she climbed it, hair tangling in the branches. She did not notice a large crow alight on a nearby branch. She turned and saw the bird, but merely started reading to it.
The crow became enraged by what she said and tried to make the girl fall, constantly diving at her. Jirachi noticed her eyes. The look of determination was gone, replaced by that of fear. Then the girl slipped and hurtled towards the ground, screaming. Jirachi could do nothing but watch, stricken.
The images slowly subsided and when he came to, Jirachi found he was sweating uncontrollably. Jirachi panted, gathering his voice from within. “Is…is this where I must go?” He asked weakly.
“With my help, you will be transported safely to the land above,” Xatu answered gently. “Now, it is time.” Jirachi felt himself begin to tingle, as an orb of white light surrounded him. The pokemon gave a short gasp, then was gone.
The darkness swallowing Jirachi was dimming. “Where am I?” He said, wincing slightly. Tall buildings surrounded him on either side. Humans lined the streets, some even in metal monsters. Jirachi’s memory was then jolted, coming back almost instantly. The transportation had drained most of his energy.
But he had a bigger concern. “Can these humans see me!?” He wondered out loud. Looking around, he saw they could not. Kneeling weakly, he looked down at himself. The sun danced off his body, although it wasn’t much of a body anymore. He was transparent and shimmering.
A mere spirit in this world. But he had no time to contemplate his concerns, for at that moment he saw the girl. Without exactly knowing why, he followed her, floating silently In the cool breeze. It was as if everything had rewound itself. He was watching the whole thing all over again.
Only this time, he was in it. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the crow. Jirachi’s brow furrowed. Time may be repeating itself, but the fall will not. Jirachi quickly meditated to regain his strength and whizzed off in pursuit of the crow. However, he found out the hard way that the crow could see him.
It dive-bombed Jirachi, trying to shake him off, but how could he let this beast hurt the girl? The crow slammed into him from the side, knocking his breath away. Jirachi’s eyes fluttered. For a fleeting moment, he considered just leaving the girl behind in order to save himself.
Xatu’s words rang through his mind: “With every failure, comes a new chance to succeed.” No! He could not run this time. He’d already done that too many times in the past. No, now was the time to stand and fight. A white hot fever pulsed through his body, giving him the feeling on invincibility.
Jirachi used his agility to speed up and gain advantage of the battle. The crow reeled, as Jirachi slammed a blasting ball of energy against it. He was expecting the creature to fall, but was stunned when it did not. If anything, he just enraged it even more, causing a new flash of energy to flow through the crow.
Jirachi paused in mid-air. A strange and peculiar thought surged through his mind. Somewhere, he was sure he had battled this creature before. It used movements familiar to him. But even though he strained his mind till it hurt, he could not remember. Jirachi whizzed around the crow, every moment gaining more speed.
The two kept colliding with each other, each time using more force than the last. Jirachi backed off, panting. No matter how strong he was, he could not keep this up forever. A new tactic was needed. A diversion. He flew up high into the air looking down upon the crow.
Jirachi could see it was tiring too, the wing-beats much slower than before. Jirachi sighed and mustering all his courage, stuck his fingers in his mouth and poked out his tongue, taunting the crow. The crow shrieked and hurtled towards him. Well, at least it had worked.
Jirachi eased in and out of the trees, begging the crow to follow him, but he needed a rest and soon. Hands glowing, Jirachi whirled around to face the crow, pointing them at him. The crow chortled, laughing at him.
Fine, we’ll see how you laugh now! As Jirachi’s hands came forward, a dozen stars flew out from his body, engulfing the crow brutally. Seizing the chance, Jirachi bounded off to find the girl. She sat alone in the tree, reading her lines. At least now she’d be safe.
He crept slowly towards the branches, hiding among them. He sat silently, watching her read and relief empowered him. Jirachi turned to go and froze almost immediately. Unbelievable! The crow was tattered, but still it stood above him, glaring at the girl. “Leave her alone!,” Jirachi called out to the crow.
“Your battle is with me!” The crow ignored him, advancing along the branch towards the girl. Jirachi cursed silently. “I said leave her!” He bellowed. The sound must have startled the crow, who’s wings flapped wildly, which caused the girl to stumble and fall. Jirachi flew off the branch and glared at the crow.
Jirachi met it’s eyes and knew then who it was. Deoxys grinned, then spoke for the first time since he had encountered it. “I told you that you always ruin everything.” He sneered and transformed back to his normal form, the crow disappearing. The whipping arms reached out and caught Jirachi around the throat.
He struggled, gasping for air. “Let me go, you brute!” Jirachi spat.
“I’d be careful if I were you,” Deoxys said, flicking an arm about. “Someone could get hurt.” Deoxys forced Jirachi’s head to turn round so he was looking at the girl. But she was no longer falling, time itself had stopped!
Jirachi felt faint. “Take me, but leave the girl.” He said weakly.
“Now, where’s the fun in that?,” Deoxys replied, hissing. “I prefer a hunt!” As the words rang across the park, he disappeared in a bright light, leaving Jirachi spluttering for breath. Time slowly lurched into action again.
No! I can’t let her go like this! Jirachi grew hot again, that same fever pulsing through him. He closed his eyes and began glowing. “Oh, world heed my wish. Deliver safely this girl, so that she may be reborn somewhere untouched by evil.” The light surrounding him entered the girl’s body, then suddenly she was gone.
Jirachi smiled meekly, then ran out of energy and began to plummet. But still he smiled, the deed was done. “Oh, world. Please hear my wish.”…
Okay, here's chapter 2. Sorry for the long delay, i had lots of homwork to do. ^ ^
Chapter 2: Caught in a trap
A crackly sound entered my ears as I began to wake up. I groaned and rolled onto my back opening my eyes. Everything was still a bit hazy-I must have knocked myself out pretty good. As my vision cleared, I became aware of a bright orange face in front of me.
“Ah, so the hero finally decides to wake up.” A kind voice said to me. I sat up and noticed I was in a bed of some kind. It was made of soft down and a blanket for a pillow. A small chicken was peering down at me. It had bright blue eyes, small feet, a yellow crest and wings and a small beak in the middle of it’s face.
A Torchic, I thought without exactly knowing how. Though the eyes seemed a little out of place. “Hero?” I muttered back. I still felt groggy and weird.
“Well, either that or someone very silly.” He said frowning at me.
“How did I get here?” I asked, looking at him inquisitively.
“I found you outside, obviously unconscious, then-”
“No,” I said, thinking hard. “How did I get here. In this world.” The Torchic didn’t reply-He looked rather confused in fact. “I, I have this weird feeling,” I said slowly. “But I don’t think I’m from here.” I racked my memory, but it was all a blur.
“You can’t be from somewhere else,” The Torchic said, looking at me like I was crazy. “You’re a Pikachu.”
“Huh? A…Pikachu?” I said cocking my head to one side.
“Yeah. I guess you must have hit your head really hard.” Come, look at this.” He said, tilting his head towards a small pool of water.
I walked over to the pool and looked down. A startling cry emitted from my mouth. I was small and yellow, with long, pointy ears that formed a black tip at the end. Two red, electric sockets were on my cheeks, next to a small nose, bright black eyes and a little, curving mouth.
I twisted round and saw a pair of brown stripes that hovered just above a lightning shaped tail. Somehow, I knew this wasn’t what I was supposed to look like. I touched my soft cheeks with my paws, and felt the outline of the electric sockets rub against them. I stood bending over the pool, staring at my reflection.
“I’m…a Pikachu…” I muttered to myself.
“Well you look like a normal Pikachu,” The Torchic said softly. “Except for that.” He pointed to my tail where I saw a strange, white glowing circle. I had no idea how that got there. I wanted to change the subject.
“What’s your name?” I asked the Torchic cautiously.
He stared back solemnly. “You do know that it’s impolite to ask for someone’s name, when you haven’t given yours?”
“Oh,” I said, I didn’t know that. It must be a custom here, I thought. “My name’s…Zanna.” The Torchic smiled fondly at me, eyes sparkling.
“Well met, Zanna. I’m Jarre.”
I smiled for the first time since I’d woken up. “Jarre…”
“Are you alright now?” Jarre asked, looking at me with concern.
“Yes, I think so.” I replied, turning away from him. Jarre seemed to guess my actions.
“What!? Are you leaving already?” He exclaimed, looking somewhat downtrodden.
“Yes, I should go and-” I stopped abruptly. It just occurred to me that I had no idea where I was. I explained my situation to Jarre, who just grinned at me.
“Why don’t I show you around then?,” He offered. “I’m sure I’ll be of some help.”
“That’s okay. I’m more of an independent type.” I answered him, walking towards the doorway.
“Oh, if you’re sure…” He said looking remotely downcast.
“Positive.” I replied. Was that a hint of steel in my voice? I shook my head.
I stopped at the door, turning back one last time to see Jarre smiling at me half-heartedly. I went with a sinking feeling in my gut, but I couldn’t trust anyone.
Not at the moment, anyway. Instead, I focused on the beautiful scenery around me. A small town stood in front of me, surrounded by a lush forest that seemed t stretch back as far as I could see. I stared wide-eyed at Likera Town. To some pokemon, it would probably be no more than a scratch on the map, but to the inhabitants of Likera, it was just perfect.
Looking around, I saw pokemon everywhere! A Swellow, hastily delivering mail, Squirtle and Mudkip playing in a nearby pond, and a strange looking Elekid doing-hang on. What was it doing? The Elekid shuffled about nervously, then took a small piece of paper off a wooden board. It looked about shiftily until it spotted me.
Eyes narrowing, it backed away slowly into the bushed behind the board. I frowned. What was an Elekid doing that was so secretive? I didn’t know, but you could bet I was going to find out! I raced off on all fours to the bulletin board, for that was what it was, peering closer at the papers pinned there.
They were rescue requests! But why would the Elekid want to hide it? Rescuing pokemon was a good thing. I bent down and sniffed the ground on impulse, finding the Elekid’s scent. I decided it might be a good idea to tail him. I jumped into the bushes where the Elekid had disappeared, and wove in and out of the trees following it’s scent.
A moment later the trees thinned out and I found myself in a canyon as large as a big lake. It was nearing sunset now, and from the top of the canyon it looked magnificent. If you’ve ever seen a rose begin to flower, than you’ll kind of know what I mean. A small river flowed at the bottom of the canyon, snaking it’s way through the forest.
A tall mountain of rock rose from the centre of the canyon, like a tall spire disappearing into the clouds. Mostly though, the canyon was just filled with jagged edges and large crevices. Just at that moment, I lost the Elekid’s scent. It was like it had vanished, but who could hide in a place like this?
Out of the corner of my eye, something caught my attention. It sparkled from behind a couple of berry bushes. I walked up to them cautiously, and slowly parted the prickly branches. A badge glinted back at me. It shone in the fading sunlight, the wings on either side like those of an angel. A rescue badge.
I reached down to pick it up and ran my paw over the smooth, metal surface. Even though it was warm, I felt a small shiver flow into me. Suddenly my ears pricked up. Something was watching me. I closed my eyes, trying to lock onto a scent or sound. I picked up a small rustling noise not far away, near a few crowded trees.
I felt scared-something was wrong. I turned to run but was immediately thrown backwards, the rough ground skinning my fur. I was pinned in place by the strong arms of a pokemon. An Elekid. It stood over me, smirking in that same way I’d seen it do in Likera Town.
But right now I only had one question. “Who are you?” I asked it, my eyes narrowing. The Elekid let off a surprised look.
“Don’t you know that-”
“Yeah, I know. I’m Zanna.” I answered quickly, struggling under the Elekid’s weight. It was a boy, probably no older than I was. The Elekid shifted to the left, lightening my load a bit.
“I go by many names around here.” He said to me, holding my gaze. “But you, you may call me Rye.” My tail dug into my back and I squirmed uncomfortably.
“Well met, Rye.” I said, mimicking Jarre’s words. Rye seemed to notice my discomfort and let me stand up, though he never took his eye off me.
“I’d say we could have met under better circumstances.” Rye said slyly, then decided the conversation was heading the wrong was and quickly changed the subject. “You’re not from around here are you?” He asked me suspiciously. I tore my eyes away, shaking the dirt from my fur.
“I’m…from out of town.” I replied honestly.
Rye knew there was more to it, but he didn’t press me. He walked over to a tree and ran his claws over the rough bark, then turned to look at me. “We don’t get many pokemon from out of town around here.” He said. His face held no expression, so it was hard to tell whether he was sad or angry. I took a step towards him.
I wasn’t so scared anymore. “I like this town.” I ventured. Rye stared back coolly, then smiled. His face didn‘t look mean anymore, though something told me he didn‘t smile very often.
“You’re a good sort then,” He said back to me. “We also don’t get many of those." I smiled, then chose to ask a question I knew would be risky.
“What were you doing at the bulletin board, back there?” Rye’s smile faded. He walked up to me so that I could feel his warm breath on my face.
“Don’t ask me about my business.” Rye said coldly, sparks flying from his ears. I sensed he was guarded again so I backed off a bit.
Rye stared at me for a second longer before walking away again. I didn’t stop him. I watched him go, still wondering what he was up to. At the last turn before the forest started again, he turned back towards me. “You might want to look around a bit before you leave.” He said.
I had a feeling he as hinting at something. He may not have told me what he was up to, but he wasn’t exactly hiding it either. Rye smiled one last time, then disappeared around the corner from sight. He is an odd pokemon, I thought, but he’s not bad. Inside me I knew we’d meet again.
I was sure of it. I took Rye’s advice and looked around the canyon. It wasn’t hard to find what he’d left for me. He had it pinned to a small shrub, close to where I came in. I took out the pin and picked up a piece of paper that was sparkling in the sunset, just like the badge.
I read the note out loud quietly, staring intently at the words written on the page. A huge heading jumped out at me.
“Pokemon Rescuers! The PRA (Pokemon Rescue Association) needs your help! As you all know, pokemon everywhere are being affected by recent natural disasters occurring all over the world. We need as many pokemon as we can to help us during this difficult time.
If you’re able to help your town, we urge you to think about this: Is any life, a life worth living? Have pride in who you are and help those in need. For more information, contact the PRA at your nearest town today. And remember, you’re braver than you think.
Was Rye thinking about joining? I sighed. I didn’t think I’d make a good rescuer, but it was about helping pokemon, and Rye obviously believed in me. Maybe- “Aaagghhhh!” A loud shriek snapped me out of my thoughts. I took a step backwards. A clump of dirt gave way and I fell, tumbling into a small pit.
I lay on the ground, dazed by the fall. I was covered from head-to-toe in dirt and it made me look like an odd-shaped rock. I stood up carefully and shook myself, shaking the dust from my fur. The bright starlit sky looked down upon me, almost mockingly. “Help!” I called up, my voice echoing off the jagged walls.
I sighed and sat down, blowing a clump of fur from my face. A murky shadow towered above me, and, for a second I was too afraid to look up. When I did, I noticed it wasn’t anything bad. Quite the opposite actually. Jarre peered down into the darkness of the pit, grinning widely, a long rope slung over his back.
“Need some help?” He called down to me. I instantly regretted how I’d treated him. Despite all I’d done, he was still willing to help. Maybe I can trust him.
“Only if you’re willing to give it.” I replied half-heartedly. I looked up at him and to my surprise, he was still grinning.
“Would I want it any other way?” He answered softly. My mouth began to twitch and I found myself smiling. Looks like I’ve finally found a friend.
Okay, i've got chapter 3 done quicker than expected...a lot quicker. So have fun reading it!
Chapter 3: A rescue like no other
I hurriedly shoved the letter in front of Jarre’s face. “See, see! I told you I found it!” Jarre shook his head as the paper tickled his beak.
“I would see if you held it further!” He snapped, but he smiled all the same, obviously amused by how childish I was acting.
“So do you think we’ll be accepted?” I asked Jarre with bright eyes. After Jarre rescued me, we had walked back to his hut and all the while I had talked about the PRA. I kept my meeting with Rye secret though, that was just between him and I.
“Only one way to find out, right?” Jarre beamed at me.
I automatically jumped up, almost bumping my head on the ceiling. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” I bounded towards the doorway, but when I turned around, Jarre was still sitting in the same spot and hadn’t moved an inch. “What’s wrong?” I asked him, frowning.
Jarre raised an eyebrow, then burst out laughing. “You look like you’ve just been run over by a herd of Tauros!” He said between giggles.
“Oh, very funny.” I said, looking at the ground. But I couldn’t help it that my cheeks grew hot. I quickly turned towards the doorway and began grooming myself.
The dirt felt like rough sandpaper on my tongue and tasted bitter, like sour berries. “Pah!” I spat out a clump of dirt, “This tastes like garbage!”
“What is it meant to taste like?” Jarre replied sarcastically, “Pecha berries?”
“It’d help,” I muttered to myself between clods of dirt.
When I was finally clean and ‘Shining like a star’, according to Jarre, we left to visit the PRA. “Follow me,” Jarre said excitedly, “I know the way.”
“And you kept it from me!?” I exclaimed rather loudly.
“Well, you were already talking so much. I thought if I told you about that, you’d explode!”
Jarre said to me, grinning as widely as a Gengar. I chose to ignore that remark and focused on following him through the bustling town instead. He lead me down several paths, all of which were very busy. As I was walking, a small Chikorita tried to run past, but accidentally bumped into me.
It looked up at me and grinned, the large leaf on it’s head blowing in the breeze. It had shining, red eyes, a small green body, four legs, a stubby little tail and green bead-like things around it’s neck. “Sorry, I was just trying to catch my friend,” She motioned towards a larger Chikorita across the path, poking it’s tongue out at her.
“We’re playing tag.” She explained. She caught one glimpse of her friends face and laughed. “Polo, you look like a Politoed!” She raced off to join Polo and I was left standing awkwardly next to Jarre.
“Ah, cute kid?” He said lifting an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I like this town.”
“Then you’re gonna love the PRA!” Jarre said, running ahead of me. “Come on, we don’t have all day!” I sighed and ran after him. This was going to take some getting used to.
~ ~ ~
The PRA was nothing like I’d imagined. It was much better! From the outside, it looked like a normal white building with an arched roof and a sparkling, rescue badge in the centre. Two, golden statues stood on either side of a large oak doorway. One was a Pikachu, the other, a Lucario.
“They were great rescuers,” Jarre explained. “The Pikachu was called Prosper, and the Lucario, Lyra. But they both disappeared in a raging sandstorm in the Mugale desert, so we built these statues to honour them.” Jarre’s face grew pale. “I hope I don’t end up like that…” I put a comforting paw on his wing.
Apart from the statues, the building was surrounded by ferns and palm trees. They reached all the way to the top of the building, some even covering the many windows that shone in the sunlight. This it it, I thought as I put a shaky paw forward. Jarre must have been thinking somewhere along the same lines.
“Do you want to go in first, or should I?” He said through a forced smile. I shook my head and pushed open the large, oak doors that lead into the entrance of the PRA. It was almost deserted inside. “What’s up here?” Jarre said, frowning. “This place is usually full of life.”
As if in answer to his question, a large Houndoom came rushing towards us. It had a long, slender, black body with grey stripes that arced over the top. It’s grey horns thrashed furiously, as did it’s arrow-shaped tail. Sharp claws protruded from within it’s paws, and just above them was a metal ring.
The Houndoom mostly looked like a wild dog. It skidded to a halt, just inches from where we were standing. “I’m sorry, but we’re not seeing anyone right now. A crisis is taking place at the Maze Caverns!” She seemed somewhat weary, and out of breath. At that moment, another pokemon came in, this one a Dragonite.
It looked like a yellow dragon, with brown curvy horns, green wings and sharp claws. It flew to the Houndoom’s side. “Lani! Status report!”
“Two small pokemon are trapped in the Maze Caverns! They can’t find their way out, and somehow managed to fall through a crack in the ground!”
They looked at each other in panic. “I already sent a squad of Abra to the area, but I haven’t heard from them since!” Lani replied looking distraught. Something rang in my mind.
“What were the two pokemon?” I asked them, heart pounding. Lani glanced over at the Dragonite, who nodded.
“Two, small Chikorita,” She said hoarsely, “And we don’t have much time!” She raced off and the Dragonite bade her good luck.
“There’s not much we can do now but wait.” He said, sullenly. I felt something from within me that urged me to find those Chikorita. It was strange, but I knew I could do it.
“I’ll go.” I said as I took a deep breath. My voice was strong, and Jarre was looking at me with worry and admiration at the same time.
“Zanna, are you crazy!?” He began, but the Dragonite cut him off.
“Zanna, is it? I’m Codan, but there’s no time for an introductory.
If you really want to go, maybe there’s something I can do for you…” He left without another word and reappeared moments later holding a long rope. “Here, take this,” He said urgently handing me the rope. “And hurry! There’s no telling what might happen if you don’t make it.” I put on a defiant face.
“I’ll save them, Codan. I know it!”
~ ~ ~
Maze Caverns was not what I expected, though it did hold up to it’s name. It was a natural maze! “How will we ever find the Chikorita in this?” I said sadly. Tall, rocky walls formed the entrance to the cave. We were only a few metres in, but it was almost completely dark!
Jarre thought hard, then his face lit up. “I know, Zanna! You can be the ears, and I’ll be the eyes!”
“And how do we do that?” I asked him intrigued.
“Well, I’ll use my crest as a torch and you can use your ears to hear where they are!” I let off a small smile. Jarre may not be tall, but you’ve got to admit he’s smart.
I nodded. Jarre began to focus intensely, until he was glowing red hot. He then transferred the energy from his body to his crest, which acted like a light bulb. Now for my part. I closed my eyes and pricked my ears. Soundwaves echoed off the walls while I searched for the two pokemon.
I snapped my eyes open. “Hurry!” I called to Jarre, racing off into the darkness. “They’re this way!” I bolted through endless tunnels, always one step in front of Jarre, but it was hopeless. I never seemed to be getting any closer, no matter how far I went.
I grew tired, my energy drained from running. I leant back against the rocky wall, and felt their jagged edges, cold against my fur. Jarre slumped down beside me, feathers in a matted mess. “I swear I’ve seen that rock three times now.” He panted, tilting his head towards a large rock nearby.
I had the same feeling. “We’re doing something wrong,” I frowned, “But what?”
“I don’t know. But we’ve got to keep trying-as long as we have hope.” Jarre was right. I still have hope. Strength renewed, I picked myself up and let a few sparks fly from my cheeks.
“Okay, let’s play mazes.”
This time I felt the wall as I went along. I recorded every rock-even every grain of dirt-to my memory. This time I knew we were going the right way. A loud cry emanated off the walls to my left. I gasped and dashed around the corner. The sight that greeted me wasn’t a very good one, but then had I expected it to be?
A very distraught Chikorita was peering down a crack in the cavern. I noticed it as the same one that had bumped into me earlier. “Polo!” She shouted hoarsely. “Polo, wake up!” I ran to her side to give what little comfort I could.
“What happened?” I asked her gently.
“We were playing, Polo and I, when the floor rumbled and cracked,” She had to pause to stifle her tears before she continued. “Polo fell through and big rocks came down and blocked the way out.” She cried, sobbing rather loudly.
“What’s your name?” I asked her. No time for customs now.
“M, Misha.” She stammered back. I took the rope off my back and kneeled down, so I was at the Chikorita’s level.
“Could you hold this for me Misha?” I asked her softly. She nodded, wiped away a few tears, and held the rope over her leaf. I stood up again and turned to face Jarre.
“No time for games,” I said, eyeing the small crack in the cavern floor. “I’m going in-alone.” Jarre nodded gravely.
“Just come back safely, okay?” I didn’t reply. It hurt too much to think that I might not be coming back. I shook away the thought and bent down on the ground, flexing my body as low as it would go.
My fur stood on end, but I inched forward along the dusty gravel, squeezing my way into the tiny crevice. The jagged edges dug first into my fur, then my skin. I winced in pain, but there were worse things that could happen. My paws finally found an edge to hold onto and I pulled myself out of the hole, tumbling towards the ground.
My fur relaxed and I let go of my tensed muscles, returning my body to it’s former state. I stood up weakly and backed myself against the wall. I was in a small cave that was connected to three other tunnels. A few crystals glittered off the walls, tempting me to pick them-but there was only one thing I wanted.
However hard I looked though, there was no sign of Polo. I shook the gravel from my once shiny coat and placed my paw against the wall. A faint pulse flowed through the cold, hard rock and I was sure it was Polo’s. I bolted down the right tunnel on instinct, but I was slowing down rapidly-the jagged rocks had cut my paws badly.
A sudden roar filled the caverns and I froze, pressing myself tightly to the wall. Whatever had made that sound couldn’t be good. I picked up the courage to peer around the corner. A large cave gaped menacingly at me. Crystals hung from the walls, lighting the cave, but they were dim.
Through the darkness I saw a pile of rocks and a familiar leaf sticking out from underneath. “Polo!” I cried, dashing towards him. I fell to my knees and began to scrabble frantically at the rocks, clenching my teeth to soothe the pain now blasting through my paws.
As I lifted the last rock, Polo’s head came into view. His eyes were closed and his breath came in ragged gasps. I picked up the limp figure of Polo, cradling him gently. His eyes fluttered open and I saw fear. Cold, hard fear. “It’s okay now. I’ve got you.” I told him softly.
Polo managed a weak smile before he fell unconscious. Now all I could think about was getting out of here. I made my way slowly towards the tunnel entrance, when the ground began to shake. I almost tripped, so I put my paw against the wall to steady myself. My eyes grew wide with fear as the shaking got worse.
An ear-splitting thud came from above and I looked up just in time to see a metal tail come crashing down. With no-where to run, I tried to dodge the attack, but it was too fast. Searing pain burst through my side as the tail connected, right on target. I slammed into the ground, grazing my fur, and Polo was sent flying across the other side of the cavern.
I just managed to lift up my head and saw him, bruised and cut. “Polo, no…” I cried hoarsely, but it was no use. I had to get to him. I put one paw forward, grasping onto the ground to pull myself forward. Inch by inch I worked my way across the dirt, flinching from the pain.
I reached Polo’s side and collapsed, my head on his leaf. A massive quaked roared, and a huge, metal monster crashed into the cavern, blocking the only exit. It was an Aggron. It looked down at me with cold eyes of steel and growled, thrashing it’s tail about. I dragged myself over Polo’s body to protect him, feeling his warmth on my fur.
I had to get him out, and if this was the only was to do it, then so be it! I stared straight back at the Aggron, clenching my paws. “Bring it!” I cried out, my voice echoing through the cave. No running, not today. This time I fight!
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