Before you start to read this story I would like to introduce myself. Obviously I cannot say my name but I will say that I am an aspiring author. My wish is to right science fiction and fantasy novels for young adults or teenagers. So, without further ado, here is my story.

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All I could see was fire. My meditation had been disturbed by an explosion and now I was surrounded by a ring of fire. I jumped up and ran through the flames, not worrying about the fact that my blue fur was catching fire.

"Medicham!" I yelled, choking on smoke.

And then I saw a large, green serpent flying above the mountain. It had black eyes with a yellow iris on each and I could see sharp fangs in its smirking mouth. It was Rayquaza. And I could have sworn I saw a blue Pokémon on its back...

But before I could give it a taste of my Aura Sphere it spat more fire at me. I jumped back but, instead of landing on the icy floor, I fell off the edge of the mountain.

"Medicham!" I screamed as I fell, frantically searching for her but to no avail. I realised just how high the mountain was and, with cold dread creeping into my heart, knew that I was going to die. I curled into a ball, waiting to hit the hard ground – but instead my landing was soft and there was a squawk. I opened my eyes and saw brown feathers.

Against uncanny odds, I had landed on a Pidgeot!

I had lived in Eterna Forest as a child. I didn't just live in trees though – I lived in a whole massive village!

In the time that humans refer to as "the medieval ages" a Lucario had decided that Fighting Type Pokémon should do everything as humans do. It was a ridiculous idea and he gave up everything for it; his parents abandoned him, his partner left him and he was attacked any time he was spotted by a Pokémon.

But he persevered. He befriended a Galade who helped him to create a hut. It was simple, made of wood and not too well made, but it held and it was warm enough to live in. So he and Galade stayed there, and after a while other fighting Pokémon asked for help from the pair.

And so the civilisation began. Over the years the huts became stronger, bigger, and any Pokémon, if they were or could evolve into a fighting type Pokémon, could live there.

That Lucario was my great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather. You'd think I would be powerful and respected, what with my father being the mayor of the town. You'd be wrong.

After a hard day of lessons at school I was about to run out of school. We had been learning about how to do a Force Palm. Well, by we I mean my class. I was still learning Counter.

"Hey!" a voice yelled. "Riolu! Come here!"

I sighed and turned around. In front of me stood a Machop, with a Tyrogue and a Croagunk behind him. "Did you struggle with your Counter today? Did poor little Riolu get it wrong?"

A crowd was gathering and laughing at me. It was always like this.

"Try and counter THIS!" As quick as a flash Machop Mach Punched me in the stomach.

"Hey, back off!" A black fox leaped between Machop and I. "Stop bullying him!"

"Back, Zorua, off or I'll take you out, too!" Machop warned.

"No you won't!" said Zorua's friend, Shinx, jumping to his side.

"Aw," said Machop in a mocking voice. "Has Zorua's little girlfriend come to defend him?"

You may be wondering why Zorua and Shinx, two Pokémon who are not fighting types, were in this village. Well, it's a sad story. Zorua comes from the Unova region, a far off place where Pokémon much unlike ourselves roam. Zorua was kidnapped by some evil group known as Team Plasma, and they had some plan of ruling the world using him. But when it didn't work they threw him out of their plane, which was flying over Eterna forest. He only survived by turning into a grey pigeon Pokémon which he says is called a Pidove.

He spent a week trying to survive in the wilderness but he couldn't. When Shinx found him whilst she was out exploring one day he was close to death. She tried to bring him home but her parents did not allow it. They threw Zorua out, but Shinx was so angry that she ran away too, dragging Zorua with her. Eventually she came to the village. We don't usually just let any old Pokémon into our village but we are compassionate and we couldn't leave Zorua close to death, so we let them into our city.

But back to the present. At Machop's comments Shinx growled, static electricity buzzing through her fur. I knew my friends would fight the bullies if I didn't interfere. So I stood up and, with all my strength, I unleashed a Rock Smash.

It wasn't powerful but it got Machop's attention. "Oh, you're in for it now!" he said, getting ready to destroy me.

"Hey!" yelled a voice. "Leave him alone!"

Machop was shocked at the sudden outburst and so was everyone else. Because barging through the crowd was none other than Meditite.

Big deal, I hear you say. She's just a Meditite. But she's not. Everyone loved Meditite. She was the smartest and most powerful Pokémon in the whole village. Machop had a massive crush on her. So did Tyrogue and Croagunk. So did I. Every male Pokémon in the village did, all except Zorua (not his type, because he's a dark type).

"B-b-but..." Machop stammered.

"I'm fed up of you bullying Riolu!" Meditite yelled. She turned to me. "I'll teach you to fight strong," she said, holding out her hand. We locked eyes and I was paralysed for a second, but then I reached my hand out and she helped me up.

The next three weeks were bliss. Me and Meditite spent every day after school together, training hard. She taught me how to do a Counter in just half an hour and I learnt Force Palm in another hour. I spent all of my time with Meditite, and I grew happier and happier over the weeks. In fact, I grew so happy that I almost evolved. I must admit that I did slightly neglect Zorua and Shinx, but I knew they would understand. They had each other and I had Meditite.

But one day, while I was dreaming about Meditite I was woken by my mother. "Riolu, wake up!" she said.

"Wh-what?" I said.

"Dialga and Palkia are fighting right above the village! You must get out of here before they destroy it!"

"But what about you?" I asked, still half asleep.

"I have to defend the village," she said. "Just go!"

So I ran through the village. I was searching all around for Meditite until I found her. "Meditite!" I called and she pushed through the crowds of young Pokémon to reach me. Together we ran through the crowds and out of the village. We were quite a bit ahead of everyone else.

I could hear my father shouting an order but I didn't know what it was. Then the village elders, for some reason, started to circle the village.

And then the unexpected happened. Dialga used Roar of time, while Palkia used Spacial Rend. The two powerful moves colliding created a large explosion which would have destroyed the whole of Sinnoh. But the village elders had saved it. They had used Counter, and the explosion had turned into an implosion. It had destroyed the village and everyone I knew, but Meditite and I were safe. I cried for ages and I couldn't stop.

Eventually, once I had drained the tears from my eyes, we moved on. We climbed Mt. Cornet and settled down in a cave at the top. Meditite evolved and, once I had got over the grief of the village's destruction, so did I. And that's where we stayed for four years.

Until Rayquaza attacked us.

Just one more thing. As I have previously stated, I am an aspiring author and I have two blogs to help my dream take flight, so I would be forever grateful if you would read them.

This one has my science fiction and fantasy stories on it: . /

This one has stories from my life on it (not as boring as it sounds, trust me): . .uk/

Thank you in advance.