*Author here! I just wanted to say...if you think this is just gonna be a simple lil Pokemon story...you're confused! I have twists coming...but with softball...school...art...*sighs*...there's not enough time in the day! Blah blah blah, I don't any of the characters from Pokemon, DBZ, Tenchi...w/e, so don't sue! I only own my purdy main character, Christine! Enough babbling, let me know what you think...and if I should continue! Byebye*
"Blastoise, use your hydro-pump!" My mother called to the giant, blue, water turtle. Blastoise bent forward, one of it's clawed hands touched the ground holding up its enormous weight. Parts on its shell clapped back and two water pumps burst out. Blastoise blasted the water/poison type Tentacruel into the gym wall. The match was over. Blastoise almost fell over heaving to get air. He was hurt badly. My mother quickly returned Blastoise, grabbed the badge, grabbed my hand, and finally we ran out the gym door thanking the gym leader for a great battle.
My mother sat with worry in her eyes. Never taking them off the glowing red sign that indicated a Pokemon was being treated for serious injuries. Of course I didn't understand the situation then–I was only about 4 or 5. My name is Christine, Christine Tarrant. There's no need for secrecy–not anymore that is. I look like a normal girl, in fact if you saw me walking down a street you just see a 14-year-old teenage girl. I'm fairly tall, light skin, sky blue eyes, and dark brown hair that most people mistake for black. The fact is, I'm not normal, but I guess that all depends on how you define "normal". I'll explain, I promise I will. Promises…I hate them, I hate keeping them, and I hate breaking them. Don't get me wrong, please. I'm not a bad person, really. I don't care for hurting others, and I would rather sit in a nice place outside than fight. I have my "dark" secrets, yes, as all people do. Like I said, I'll explain later.
Just then the light dimmed to off and Nurse Joy stepped out of the room with a clipboard. Somehow I felt that Blastoise would be all right as my mother went over to talk with her. Suddenly I saw a silver/reddish color that seemed to draw me to it. I jumped down from the luxurious new couch of the Pokemon Center and walked to the sliding glass door. It glided open and I continued a beeline straight for the volcanic area of the island we were on. You see the Pokemon Gym my mother was in was a water gym. Yet there was a volcano less than a ¼ a mile from the gym and Pokemon Center.
As I continued up the path that was growing steeper with every step, I watched in wonder at the fire Pokemon, playing, fighting, sleeping, and eating. I had reached a level area and stopped for a moment…that's when I heard the cries. I followed the cries to a small ridge. I peered over the ridge and saw an Arcanine attacking two newborn Vulpix! They didn't stand a chance…as newborns obviously they wouldn't know how to attack with much! Their levels must have been around two, I mean they would be killed! As I watched the Arcanine bully and toy with the Vulpix tears filled my eyes. I grabbed the closest things to me—stones! I pulled my arm back and flung them at the Arcanine…again, don't get me wrong I had a good arm for a 4 year old! A few of the stones bounced off the Arcanine and hit the Vulpix! The Arcanine turned towards me ready to kill me like I was nothing but a bug. It was preparing for its fire attack—I instantly realized it was ember. Not normally the best attack, but good enough to charbroil a 4 year old! I put my arms up in defense and tried to cover my head.
The Arcanine stopped just before releasing the deadly heat…furthermore sending me to an early grave. I swallowed…as much as you can when you can barely breath. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the worst. But it didn't come. I opened an eye to see the two Vulpix had evolved into the largest Ninetales I had ever seen. One of the Ninetales used a quick attack knocking Arcanine away from me. Together they used a flamethrower that sent Arcanine running with its tail between its legs! I stood up, which was hard to do when your legs were identical to jelly. Now I bet you're confused right now. You're thinking…wait a minute, Growlithe and Vulpix only evolve with Firestones! Well, here's the obvious solution that I didn't find out for a couple years: That island was the leading producer of Firestones! The rocks I had picked up were, DUH, Firestones! The Growlithe must have stepped on one and evolved and when they hit the Vulpix they evolved! Pretty simple theory, huh? The Ninetales turned and walked over in my direction. Instinctively I took a step back and gasped. They were huge, but still probably the most beautiful Ninetales I had ever seen. Maybe even the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. They were big enough so someone that was 20 could ride on their backs like they were a horse or Ponyta! They had pretty red eyes…not the scary red, but a red that made them glow with warm and kindness. With beautiful tan fur and sandy color places like the ends of their gorgeous long tails I felt safe and calm. I relaxed and the Ninetales thanked me for at least trying to help them. They wanted to stay with me, I could tell that by the way one came up behind me and threw me on it's back! That was the one that had used quick attack on Arcanine. Then and there I decided to call this one Swifty…hey it sounded good to me! The other one had an amazing flamethrower, so I called that one FireStar, also sounded good! They were both females…anyways we rode back down to the Pokemon Center. By now my mom was already outside with all her Pokemon searching for me. I called out to her and she at first smiled…that's when she saw Swifty and FireStar. At first she gave me a look of fear, but quickly realized that they were not enemies. She gaped at us and we continued towards her.
"Tho...those..."she paused long enough to swallow," those are the most beautiful beings I ever seen...not to mention the largest Ninetales I've ever seen!"
"Of course Mommy..." I said excited and I quickly explained the whole situation between the Arcanine, two Vulpix/Ninetales, and myself,"...and this, this is Swifty and FireStar! Can I keep them pleasssseeee?"
"Hmmm, honey, they have to come of their own free will, seeing how they aren't just a cat or dog, but wild Pokemon! You can't keep them in Pokeballs until you're ten. Is that understood?" My mother lectured.
"Yes, ma'am!" I saluted and giggled. That, I would have to say is the first major beginning of my life...well that and my dad dying when I was one, but that's beside the point!