Hello!! This would be Lightning-Strike, bringing yet another little story
that welled up from my consciousness. Please don't kill me if you hate the
fic, just review it so that I can make it better. Kay? Great! Well, here
goes! Umm…does anybody have some M&M's minis?
"Killer migraine."
"Doncha just hate those?"
"Uh-huh. Killer migraine."
"Just be patient. They'll hatch soon enough, but you'll have to ignore the headache."
"I'll try. Killer migraine," she added in a whisper.
Trina and Amana had been watching the eggs for almost seven hours. Amana had a 'killer migraine', and Trina was watching the ovals intently. Of the twelve eggs, only one had begun to crack. Trina felt something special coming from that egg. It was as though it was calling her, beckoning her to take it, willing her to become its trainer.
The two girls were usually best enemies, but Trina wasn't paying any attention to Amana now, no matter how much the other girl tried to get on her nerves. Both knew that, for helping Professor Hemlock with the Pokémon eggs, they would get their first Pokémon, the pick of any of the hatchlings.
"I'm gonna go get a drink of water," Amana said irritably. She left in a huff, still complaining about her headache. Trina's eyes were fixed on the egg. Suddenly it began to shake violently. On impulse she reached out and picked the oval up, holding it close to her breast. She felt the cracks appearing beneath her fingers, could sense another heart beating within the case.
She looked down and saw an ebony eye staring at her. The shell was now crumbling away from the small form beneath. All of a sudden the remaining covering exploded outward, fragments falling like crystal rain. Trina felt one of the shards zip past her cheek, then felt a small drop begin to slip. But her attention quickly averted to the small creature in her hands.
It resembled a Teddiursa, but it was rounder, with short back legs and large paws. It seemed unable to walk long distances on two legs, better adapted to running on all fours. Its fur was all white, save the muzzle, ears, arms, legs, and small tail. These were black. It had huge sable eyes that stared up at Trina with such hope and faith, like it knew exactly who she was and what she was doing.
"I see you've met the Panmaro," a voice said from behind her. Trina spun quickly, startled at the voice. She was met by the large spectacles and laughing blue eyes of Professor Hemlock.
"So…it's called a Panmaro?" she asked quietly. The little creature looked back up at her.
"Panma!" it said in a high, childish voice. Trina giggled as it snuggled into her arms.
"It's cute," she stated. The little creature grinned back up at her, ebony eyes sparkling with the night stars.
"It's also a Pokémon that we know very little about," Professor Hemlock said. Both the Panmaro and Trina looked up at her. "Please, sit down," she told the girl, gesturing to one of the three chairs along the wall. Trina sat down in one, and Professor Hemlock took another and positioned it so that she and the soon-to-be trainer were facing each other.
"Now, Trina," the Professor began, "you know as much about rare Pokémon as a college student with a Ph.D. in Pokémon. That's a pretty decent amount of knowledge. But how much do you think is known about Panmaro?"
Trina shook her head. "I don't know, Professor Hemlock." The Professor chuckled and held up a fist.
"We have no true facts about these creatures," she told her with a smirk. Trina and the Panmaro were staring at her open-mouthed, before looking at one another. "We only have assumptions," Professor Hemlock continued. "We have no idea what type they are, but some speculate that they are a mixture of dark and psychic. Yes, I know the idea is absurd, but that's the best guess we have," she explained before Trina could say anything.
"We are almost sure that the Pokémon can evolve, but no one has ever seen the final stage. The current Pokémon master had one of these, and it was speculated that it was at level 100, yet it hadn't evolved. We think it might evolve by stone…"
"But it evolves by friendship, Professor," Trina interrupted. Then she clapped her hand over her mouth. At the same time the Panmaro placed its paws over its ears.
Professor Hemlock leaned forward slightly. "And tell me, Trina, how did you know that?" she asked in a low, reassuring voice.
"I…don't know," she replied, looking down at the creature in her arms. "I just got this weird feeling when you started to say 'evolve by stone,' and then I heard a voice in my head that said happiness."
"Hmm…we'll come back to that later," she said, looking curiously at the pair. "As to where they came from, we don't know that, either. Some say they are the product of one of Team Rocket's experiments on Teddiursa. Others say that they are natural Pokémon, they just live in so few places and there are so few of them that no one ever sees them.
"It's my own speculation that the Panmaro come to a certain place every year for a mating ritual. But they mature so slowly that there are only two or three breeding couples. And they also hide their eggs so well that you need to have pure dumb luck to find them. Either that…or a connection to the type. Correct?"
"I don't understand," Trina murmured. Professor Hemlock chuckled slightly.
"I suppose you didn't recognize that egg as the one you found a month ago," the Professor said, more to herself than to the girl.
"You mean…this Pokémon…came out of the egg…I found?" she asked, looking back down at the Panmaro. The little creature climbed slowly up to her shoulder, then licked away the little trickle of blood that had been slowly tracking down her cheek. Trina chuckled slightly. The Professor was watching them intently. Suddenly a look of realization crossed her face.
"I knew there was something about you!" she exclaimed happily. Both Trina and the Panmaro stared at her. "One moment," she said, standing and walking out of the room. She came back in a few seconds carrying…
"A mirror?" Trina asked.
"Panma-pan?" the Panmaro asked. Professor Hemlock handed the mirror to Trina, who stared at the Professor for a few seconds longer before gazing into the mirror.
She saw her reflection, but there was nothing out of the ordinary about her. She had shoulder length brown hair with some streaks of dark brown and some of blonde. She had a very tan complexion and large eyes…
Wait! That's what the Professor saw! Trina exclaimed in her mind. The Panmaro had moved so that it could see into the mirror as well. They both had exceptionally large sable-colored eyes!
"You have a connection to them, you know," Professor Hemlock told her. "I think you should start on your journey as soon as possible. Trina," the Professor said, reaching into her pocket and pulling a Pokédex out, "are you willing to train this Panmaro to the best of your ability and call me when you discover anything at all?"
"Yes, I am!" she exclaimed.
"Pan-pan!" her Pokémon shouted.
"All right, then. This Pokédex belongs to you. I'll send the Pokéballs and the holster to your house. Report to me before you leave, all right?"
"Of course!" Trina laughed. "Bye, Professor Hemlock!" she called, running out the door into the town, the Panmaro clinging to the back of her head.
"Enthusiastic young girl," the Professor murmured. "She'll have a hard journey ahead of her. Can she make it, I wonder?" Professor Hemlock chuckled and turned away to get the Pokéballs and the holder.
"Killer migraine."
"Doncha just hate those?"
"Uh-huh. Killer migraine."
"Just be patient. They'll hatch soon enough, but you'll have to ignore the headache."
"I'll try. Killer migraine," she added in a whisper.
Trina and Amana had been watching the eggs for almost seven hours. Amana had a 'killer migraine', and Trina was watching the ovals intently. Of the twelve eggs, only one had begun to crack. Trina felt something special coming from that egg. It was as though it was calling her, beckoning her to take it, willing her to become its trainer.
The two girls were usually best enemies, but Trina wasn't paying any attention to Amana now, no matter how much the other girl tried to get on her nerves. Both knew that, for helping Professor Hemlock with the Pokémon eggs, they would get their first Pokémon, the pick of any of the hatchlings.
"I'm gonna go get a drink of water," Amana said irritably. She left in a huff, still complaining about her headache. Trina's eyes were fixed on the egg. Suddenly it began to shake violently. On impulse she reached out and picked the oval up, holding it close to her breast. She felt the cracks appearing beneath her fingers, could sense another heart beating within the case.
She looked down and saw an ebony eye staring at her. The shell was now crumbling away from the small form beneath. All of a sudden the remaining covering exploded outward, fragments falling like crystal rain. Trina felt one of the shards zip past her cheek, then felt a small drop begin to slip. But her attention quickly averted to the small creature in her hands.
It resembled a Teddiursa, but it was rounder, with short back legs and large paws. It seemed unable to walk long distances on two legs, better adapted to running on all fours. Its fur was all white, save the muzzle, ears, arms, legs, and small tail. These were black. It had huge sable eyes that stared up at Trina with such hope and faith, like it knew exactly who she was and what she was doing.
"I see you've met the Panmaro," a voice said from behind her. Trina spun quickly, startled at the voice. She was met by the large spectacles and laughing blue eyes of Professor Hemlock.
"So…it's called a Panmaro?" she asked quietly. The little creature looked back up at her.
"Panma!" it said in a high, childish voice. Trina giggled as it snuggled into her arms.
"It's cute," she stated. The little creature grinned back up at her, ebony eyes sparkling with the night stars.
"It's also a Pokémon that we know very little about," Professor Hemlock said. Both the Panmaro and Trina looked up at her. "Please, sit down," she told the girl, gesturing to one of the three chairs along the wall. Trina sat down in one, and Professor Hemlock took another and positioned it so that she and the soon-to-be trainer were facing each other.
"Now, Trina," the Professor began, "you know as much about rare Pokémon as a college student with a Ph.D. in Pokémon. That's a pretty decent amount of knowledge. But how much do you think is known about Panmaro?"
Trina shook her head. "I don't know, Professor Hemlock." The Professor chuckled and held up a fist.
"We have no true facts about these creatures," she told her with a smirk. Trina and the Panmaro were staring at her open-mouthed, before looking at one another. "We only have assumptions," Professor Hemlock continued. "We have no idea what type they are, but some speculate that they are a mixture of dark and psychic. Yes, I know the idea is absurd, but that's the best guess we have," she explained before Trina could say anything.
"We are almost sure that the Pokémon can evolve, but no one has ever seen the final stage. The current Pokémon master had one of these, and it was speculated that it was at level 100, yet it hadn't evolved. We think it might evolve by stone…"
"But it evolves by friendship, Professor," Trina interrupted. Then she clapped her hand over her mouth. At the same time the Panmaro placed its paws over its ears.
Professor Hemlock leaned forward slightly. "And tell me, Trina, how did you know that?" she asked in a low, reassuring voice.
"I…don't know," she replied, looking down at the creature in her arms. "I just got this weird feeling when you started to say 'evolve by stone,' and then I heard a voice in my head that said happiness."
"Hmm…we'll come back to that later," she said, looking curiously at the pair. "As to where they came from, we don't know that, either. Some say they are the product of one of Team Rocket's experiments on Teddiursa. Others say that they are natural Pokémon, they just live in so few places and there are so few of them that no one ever sees them.
"It's my own speculation that the Panmaro come to a certain place every year for a mating ritual. But they mature so slowly that there are only two or three breeding couples. And they also hide their eggs so well that you need to have pure dumb luck to find them. Either that…or a connection to the type. Correct?"
"I don't understand," Trina murmured. Professor Hemlock chuckled slightly.
"I suppose you didn't recognize that egg as the one you found a month ago," the Professor said, more to herself than to the girl.
"You mean…this Pokémon…came out of the egg…I found?" she asked, looking back down at the Panmaro. The little creature climbed slowly up to her shoulder, then licked away the little trickle of blood that had been slowly tracking down her cheek. Trina chuckled slightly. The Professor was watching them intently. Suddenly a look of realization crossed her face.
"I knew there was something about you!" she exclaimed happily. Both Trina and the Panmaro stared at her. "One moment," she said, standing and walking out of the room. She came back in a few seconds carrying…
"A mirror?" Trina asked.
"Panma-pan?" the Panmaro asked. Professor Hemlock handed the mirror to Trina, who stared at the Professor for a few seconds longer before gazing into the mirror.
She saw her reflection, but there was nothing out of the ordinary about her. She had shoulder length brown hair with some streaks of dark brown and some of blonde. She had a very tan complexion and large eyes…
Wait! That's what the Professor saw! Trina exclaimed in her mind. The Panmaro had moved so that it could see into the mirror as well. They both had exceptionally large sable-colored eyes!
"You have a connection to them, you know," Professor Hemlock told her. "I think you should start on your journey as soon as possible. Trina," the Professor said, reaching into her pocket and pulling a Pokédex out, "are you willing to train this Panmaro to the best of your ability and call me when you discover anything at all?"
"Yes, I am!" she exclaimed.
"Pan-pan!" her Pokémon shouted.
"All right, then. This Pokédex belongs to you. I'll send the Pokéballs and the holster to your house. Report to me before you leave, all right?"
"Of course!" Trina laughed. "Bye, Professor Hemlock!" she called, running out the door into the town, the Panmaro clinging to the back of her head.
"Enthusiastic young girl," the Professor murmured. "She'll have a hard journey ahead of her. Can she make it, I wonder?" Professor Hemlock chuckled and turned away to get the Pokéballs and the holder.